Nude in New Yor

My previous exhibitionist adventure at the Russian Baths had been fun, but left me wanting more. As I thought about it over the ensuing days, I realized that I wanted more than just attention — though I definitely wanted that, too.

"What about getting a job at as strip club?" said Peter.

I was in Peter's bed. We had just finished fucking, and I let Peter cum in my ass. I felt a few drops of his semen dripping out of me. I felt dirty, which I loved.

"I could, I guess," I said. "But I'd hate my parents to find out about it. They're pretty conservative. And there's no real nudity, and those strip clubs don't allow touching — or at least not much. I think I want to be touched, groped."

"What about the St. Venus Theater?"

"Never heard of it. Where is it?"

"It's a floating party, so it varies. Basically, it's a private party that's a strip club. Once a month, some guys rent out a lounge-type bar and hold an invite-only party. It's expensive to get in — $200 or so, but your booze is free. Everything but champagne. Plus, they only use amateur girls."

"And they allow groping?"

"They allow pretty much everything," he said. "I've heard a stories about guys getting head, but I don't know if they're true."

"So there is sex in the champagne room?"

"No champagne room. But they always have a downstairs area that's dimly lit."

""And how do you know all this?"

"I went once or twice, before I met you."

"So you have their number?"

"I have an email address."

"Please send it to me. I'm intrigued," I said.

I reached between my legs and wiped the cum from my ass. Then I licked my fingers clean.

"Cum — it does a body good."

I emailed "Rob S." saying I was interested, and he called me back the next day. This was awkward, because I was at school. I'd enrolled at Hunter College to get a master's degree in urban studies. I was studying with some friends in the cafeteria, so I stepped away to take the call.

"Kathi" asked the voice.

"It's me."

"It's Rob from the St. Venus. Got your email. We've got a party coming up next week, and we could use some new girls. Interested?"

""I'd like to know more."

"No problem. Party starts at 8:00 and goes to 4:00. We run two five-hour shifts. so the girls don't have to work the whole night. You're responsible for your own clothing, but we'll have a house mom to help with hair and make-up. Lap dances are $20 each."

I lowered my voice, as my friends were only ten feet away.

"Do you allow nudity?"

"That's up to you. Some girls get nude, but there's no pressure. The girls who do get nude make more money."

"And groping?"

"We have several bouncers, so that's not a problem."

One of my friends was waving me back to the study group. But I needed to talk about sex. I was beginning to get turned on.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't clear," I said. "Do you allow groping, if the girl wants to be groped?"

"Friend, that's completely up to you."

"And what about sex?"

"I don't want to talk about that. Basically, we're just holding a party. What you do at the party is your business."

"How much do the girls make?"

"It varies a lot, but I don't think anybody leaves with less than $500. We have generous customers. Oh, and we're doing a contest for the new girls that night. That's also $500."

"I think I'd like to do this."

"Need to see you first. Could you be in midtown east this afternoon or evening?"

"I'm here now. Would you like to meet now?"

"Terrific."

I made an excuse to exit the study group, and headed down towards 43rd Street and 2nd Ave. I didn't know what to expect from this meeting, but I assumed I was going to get naked for a stranger. Now I was getting wet.

I met Rob, oddly, in an Irish pub. There weren't many people here, and Rob was the only guy sitting at the bar. I introduced myself and sat down.

"You're pretty. Ever dance before?" he asked.

"Not as a stripper," I said.

"It's pretty easy. It's mostly grinding and acting sexy. Look like you're having fun."

"I like to have fun," I said with a wink.

"Good," he said. "Let's go to the office."

Rob led me downstairs and into the office. I noticed that he didn't shut the door. He sat down on and the desk.

"OK, let's see what you've got," he said.

I put my bag down and took off my jacket. I felt Nude Girl coming on. I was being ordered to strip, and I loved it.

I pulled off my t-shirt and took off my bra. Then I kicked off my boots. I undid the buttons to my jeans and pulled them off.

"That's great. Nice ass, nice tits," he said.

But I wasn't done. I pulled my panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

"Didn't have to do that," said Rob.

"I like being nude," I said.

"You're an exhibitionist?" he asked.

"I am."

"You're going to do fine."

There was a knock on the door, and two waiters came in. They stopped in their tracks when they saw me.

"Sorry," said one of them, "didn't know you were interviewing."

"No problem, guys. I don't mind," I said. "So what do you think? Do you think guys would want to get dances from me?"

I walked over to one of them, turned around and ground my ass into his crotch.

"I would," he said.

Then I turned to face the other one. I put his hands on my breasts.

"And you?"

He was bashful at first, but soon began kneading my breasts.

"Question answered," I said.

"Please stop groping the new girl and get what you need," said Rob.

So I had a new job.

The party was on a Thursday night in Chelsea. As a new girl, I'd work the first shift from 8:00 to 1:00. The second shift made more money, but I wasn't really doing this for the money. I showed up at 7:15 and was led to a make-shift dressing room in a room downstairs.

I had decided I couldn't strip in jeans and a t-shirt, so I went shopping for something more whore-ish. I found a little sailor suit, which I though I could sell with my tattoos. Basically, it was a halter top which tied in the front, and hot pants. Both were white with navy blue piping.

I found a corner and changed. The house mom asked if I wanted help with hair and makeup, but I don't really do either of those things. I'm basically a punk girl, so I'm purposefully low maintenance. More girls were coming in now, so I checked out what the other girls were wearing. It was an odd mix. No real stripper dresses, but a lot of sexy-girl-going-out-for-the-night. Some even wore business suits. And one girl actually wore pajamas. But these amateurs were cute and they all had good figures.

And they were all willing to take their clothes off in public. My kind of girls.

I made my way upstairs to the bar and ordered a drink.

"Dewar's and soda, please."

When the doors opened at 8:00, there was already a line outside. The girls flirted with the guys as they came in, but the first order of business for the boys was getting drinks. I chatted with a few nice guys who asked me back after the contest.

I had fun getting touchy-feely with them. I put my arms around their shoulders, or let my hands linger on their thighs. I don't flirt like that in real life, even with girls. But this wasn't real life. And I liked it when they touched me, too.

I had one more drink, and then it was time to line up for the amateur contest. There were four new girls, including me. Rob had explained the contest to us earlier. Basically, they'd clear a lane down the middle of the lounge, and each of us would walk out and shake our stuff. The first time we'd be fully dressed, the second time we'd topless and the third time we were urged to flash a little pussy. But, to be fair, there was no pressure. Just no chance of winning.

The first girl out had on a white silk shirt, a pearl choker and tight black pants. After they called her name, she walked out onto the floor, unbuttoning her shirt to the waist. She stopped by various tables and bent over, allowing the guys to gaze in at her breasts. On the way back, she took her shirt off, revealing a very nice strapless semi-bra. And her tits, though small, looked great.

The next girl had on pretty much the same thing, minus the choker, except she had on a black skirt instead of pants. Which meant that she was limited in what she could do, and she pretty much copied the first girl. She wasn't going to be competition.

The third girl up was the one in the pajamas — Jeannie. She had a ton of energy, was very playful and was just plain super-cute. Blonde, wavy shoulder length hair. Curves that showed through her pajamas. And an adorable little nose. We hadn't done any dances yet, but I could tell that most of the guys in the club were already falling in love with her. I just wanted to fuck her.

Jeannie unbuttoned her pajama top, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced as she walked, and she stopped by couple of tables to press her tits into some guys faces. She was a hit, and the crowd was cheering her on.

I was up next.

I strutted over to the first table of guys.

"Would you please untie my sailor top?" I asked. "And please be sure to cop a feel or two as well."

They needed no further encouragement. Soon my top was open, and I felt several different hands groping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I hit a few more tables, and let the guys there feel me up, too.

I was beginning to have fun.

I walked back to the head of the room, and the first girl was up again. She peeled off her semi-bra, and then undid her pants, sliding them to her ankles. She had on a skinny black thong and thigh-high stockings. She looked good.

She walked out and stopped by several tables, squatting on guys' knees and hugging them, kissing their necks and grinding her breasts into their chests. The guys hugged her back and groped a little side-boob, but nothing like what I had done.

The second girl took off her bra and stepped out of her skirt. She actually had a better ass than I initially thought, and her breasts looked good, too. But she didn't have a lot of flair, and she basically repeated what the first girl had done.

Next up was Jeannie, who theatrically removed her pajama top and threw it behind her. Then she undid the drawstring on the bottoms and let them slide to the floor. She had on a red thong.

She strutted out to the first table and spread the legs of the first guy there. She turned around and sat down in his lap, grinding away at his crotch.

She did much the same at other tables, though sometimes she would take a guy's hands and run them slowly up her thighs before putting them on her breasts. She was a tease, and a good one at that. And she sported a huge smile. She liked doing this.

For my turn, I peeled out of my hot pants, revealing a black thong. Not original, I know, but it's a classic.

I went over to the first table and found some crotches to grind on. But I wanted to something different than Jeannie, so I ran my hand under my thong and stuck a finger in my pussy. Then I pulled it out and licked it clean. I put in my pussy and offered it to the gentleman behind me. He graciously opened his mouth.

I repeated this trick several more times and then headed back.

The first girl was up for the final round. She was working the seductress angle, and slinked over to the first table. Then she slowly — slowly — rolled her thong down to the top of her thighs. Her pussy was shaved, and the guys loved it.

The second girl wasn't nearly so brave. She flashed her pussy, but wouldn't roll down her thong.

Jeannie was up next. She stepped forward proudly, then pushed her thong down to her ankles. Then she paraded slowly around the tables, letting guys feel her thighs and ass. She still had that big smile.The crowd loved her.

I needed to do something bigger and better if I was going to beat her. So I didn't wait for her to return before I dropped my thong. But instead of walking by the tables, I walked right towards Jeannie. When I got to her, I put my arms around her and kissed her.

I was worried she might freak, but she was into it. She put her arms around me and kissed me back. The crowd was going crazy, watching two nude girls make out in the middle of the floor. I moved my right hand down to her crotch and started fingering her. She, nicely, did the same to me. Then I pulled my fingers out and fed Jeannie her own pussy juices. She returned the favor.

One more kiss, and we walked back to the front of the room, our arms still around each other.

Rob came out and announced that the contest ended in a tie, so both Jeannie and I would pocket $250. And the night was just beginning.

I put my clothes back on and headed back out on the floor. I found the guys I'd been drinking with before the contest, and asked if anyone cared for a dance. They did, so I straddled the one closest to me.

"Would you please take off my top?" I asked.

He readily obliged, and I sank down on to him. I ground my crotch against him, trying to make him hard. I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Thank you," I said. "This feels good."

He put his arms around me, then moved his hands down to the top of my hot pants.

"You can grab my ass," I said, kissing him softly on the cheek. "I'd like that."

His hands slipped further south.

"I think I need to take those hot pants off. Would you excuse me?"

I stood up slowly, turned around and slowly pulled the hot pants down to the ground. Then I turned around to sit down on his lap again. I saw him pull his hand from his pant — he had adjusted his cock so it was pointing straight up.

"Thank you," I said. "That will make it easier to ride your cock."

I sat back down, and his hands embraced my naked ass. I looked around to see what the other girls were doing. Most were down to their thongs, with some limited groping. I looked at my guy's friends, and their eyes were glued to my ass cheeks, and the hands that were kneading them.

That felt good.

And like that, the first song was over.

I kissed my guy softly on the cheek, bringing my lips put to feather his as I pulled away.

"Would you care for another dance?"

"Please, Kathi."

"Do you like me with my thong on or off?"

"I like you with your thong on, but I think I'd love you with your thong off. How much?"

"Just $40. But you have to pull my thong off for me."

I stood up, turned around and thrust my ass in his face. He put his hands on my hands on my hips and roughly pulled my thong to the floor. I was nude again.

I took a step backward and sat down on hip lap. I felt his erection with my ass, and maneuvered his cock in between my ass cheeks. I leaned back into him and rode his cock up and down.

I reached behind me and took his head in my hands. I kissed his cheek and tongued his ear. Then I grabbed his hands and put them on my tits.

"You can pinch my nipples," I whispered in his ear.

And he did. Softly, at first, but then hard enough to make me sit up.

"Too hard?" he asked.

"No. You're just hard enough," I said.

I pushed my ass back harder on his cock. The second song stopped, but I kept grinding.

"Can we do one more, please?" I asked.

I reached behind me and grabbed his cock through his pants.

"Fuck yes," he said.

I stood up and faced him, then got down on my knees. I slowly brought my head down to his crotch, and opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Then I licked his cock through his pants, from the balls up to the head. I did it again, and again. Then I put my mouth on his cock and breathed out.

"Can you feel that? Can you feel my hot breath on your cock?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said.

I stood up and straddled him. I put my hand on his cock and smiled at him. Then I lowered myself onto his cock and started dry-humping him. I put my arms around him and leaned in.

"I can feel your cock on my clit, and I love it."

I kissed his cheek repeatedly. He turned his face, and tried to kiss me on the lips. I let him. Then I felt his tongue split my lips, and I let him. His tongue entered my mouth, and I kissed him back.

Oddly, this felt dirty. Fingering a girl in front of a crowd of men was just good sexy fun. But actually making out with a customer felt more intimate. It felt like something I shouldn't do. Then he pulled his face off mine and started sucking on my tits. I leaned back to give him space.

Then the third song ended.

"Another one?" I asked.

"Later. I need to slow down," he said. "I just spent $100 in ten minutes."

"Was I worth it?"

"Yes. Absolutely yes," he said.

I stood up and got dressed. I noticed how all of his friends watched me put my clothes back on. My guy paid me, and asked me to swing by later. When I took the cash from his hand, I kissed him, and gave his cock one last squeeze.

As I walked away, I surveyed the room. It was turning out to be a pretty good party. The room was full, but nearly everybody had a seat. There was a lot of female flesh on display, and the guys seemed happy. Three or four of the girls were nude, but most of them were still wearing their thongs. I did notice that most of the girls were getting groped in one way or another, and they didn't seem to mind. These girls were amateurs, but they were all sluts in the end.

I kept walking around the party until I found someone to dance for. Then I'd do my three-dance routine again. I would get naked, groped and fingered. And I got paid for it!

I was beginning to feel like a piece of meat — in the best possible way. I loved how much the guys wanted to touch my naked body. It was absolutely turning me on.

By 11:30, the second shift of girls had shown up, and I decided to take a break. In addition to the $250 from the contest, I'd made $400 in tips. I wanted to put the cash in my bag in the dressing room. And who should I find there but my favorite pajama-wearer.

Jeannie bounded up to me.

"How you doing?" she asked.

"Good," I said. "Getting nude. Getting manhandled."

"I saw those guys had their hands all over you."

"Yeah, it was cool."

"I have a proposition for you, if you're interested," she said.

"Sure. What is it?"

"There are four guys who think we're super-hot. They want to watch us fuck. $250 each for twenty minutes. You in?"

"Do you want to fuck me, or is it about the money?" I asked.

"Oh, I want to fuck you. But I'd love to get paid for it, too!"

I kissed her.

"Then let's fuck," I said.

We walked out of the dressing room and over to Jeannie's guys. They were cute, a little older than me. I stood behind her and cupped her breasts. Jeannie took the money as I kissed her neck.

"Let's go downstairs," said Jeannie. "We'll have more space down there."

There were a couple of guys and girls down there, but they were just having dances. We went into a corner and pushed a couple of tables together to make a platform. The guys settled into their seats and ordered a couple bottles of champagne for us.

I started kissing Jeannie.

I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her into me. Her hands went to my breasts, undoing my sailor top. I undid her pajama top and pulled it off her. Then I went for her bottoms, undoing the cord and pushing them down to the ground. I felt her unzip my hot pants and push them down, too. I felt her yank down my thong, and I did the same to her. All while we were kissing.

We stepped away from our clothes, and Jeannie pushed me onto our platform. I laid down and she spread my legs. She brought her face down and began to eat me out. I looked around at the guys — they were loving it, and I loved that they were watching us.

I reached down to put my hands on Jeannie's head, but she had other ideas. She flipped me over and tongued my asshole. I loved it, and moaned loudly. I tried to relax my anus to let her tongue in as far as it could go.

Then she slipped me over again. She started to finger me, first with one, then two digits. And that's when I felt a finger entering my ass. She was giving me the charger, and she was giving it to me good. Then she leaned in and tongued my clit, too.