A dear friend was getting married, and a former girlfriend of mine decided she wanted to be the stripper for his bachelor party. (She was also one of the bridesmaids.) Even though most of the guys would know her, she wanted to do this and asked me to arrange it. She and I were each others' best friends, confiding a lot of personal stuff both ways, so I was the person she turned to whenever she needed help. I agreed to see what I could do. So I got the groom to let me take responsibility for the stripper. Well, at the bachelor party she managed to pull the whole thing off, driving the guys wild by stripping down to full nude without anyone realising her identity, then made her exit. (The next morning she put the collected money in the offering basket at church.)
A couple of years later she was getting married herself, and wanted to be the stripper for her fiance's bachelor party. Which meant, of course, that she'd be the stripper for her own wedding! She wanted to put on a classy strip tease just like she'd done previously for our buddy. This was how she wanted to start married life. I reminded her that once again, everyone there would know her. No problem, she really wanted to give them this final, special treat. Of course her two sisters wouldn't be attending the bachelor party, but they'd find out after the fact, through their husbands. She really wanted to do it. As her friend, I had to voice the obligatory objections to make it seem like I was protecting her, but fortunately she ignored me.
So she started planning. Again, she'd try to pull the whole thing off before they figured it out. She got a hairdresser friend to design a totally different look, both hair and makeup, that he could apply just before the party, and then undo it before the next morning if she still weren't discovered. Since he was invited anyway, that part would be easy. By the way, he wasn't gay, and said that just seeing her strip naked would take care of his fee.
She laid down the ground rules for her strip. She wants the room lights kept dim to make identifying her more difficult. No penises out, no touching without her consent, no photography.
Just three weeks out, we talk a lot about our secret plan and how our buddies will react. And she knows that if she's discovered, her sisters will learn what she did, mostly that their husbands had seen her naked. And her new brother-in-law, who happens to be the Best Man!
There will be quite a crowd this time, none of them strangers. All our buddies, plus most of the men from her office will be there, so she knows the risk she'll be taking if they recognise her.
She's determined to put on a really great tease. I go with her to visit a couple of out-of-town strip clubs to pick up some pointers. We notice that most of the strippers keep their thongs or g-strings on. She catches one of the girls and asks her about this, and learns that although the local laws allow full nudity, only the girls who are really proud of how their pussies look, or whose boyfriends aren't there, will show them. Apparently, men don't like to share the sight of their girlfriends' cunts. She had shown hers for our buddy's wedding, but then again, nobody knew who she was. This time her own fiance will be there, seeing her strip in front of friends. She'd decide later whether to strip all the way down to exposing her cunt, and whether to warn him. At the strip club she also learns how to focus on particular men in the audience, and watches a few lapdances. They give her a DVD to take home and study.
She takes a couple of days off from work to have more time with the videos, and demos some of the moves for me. She's really into this, and meets with her hairdresser to design her incognito look. The afternoon of the party, she goes to his studio, and the next time I see her is at the party. The event has been underway for an hour, and most of the guests are already well-oiled and starting to get rowdy, hoping a stripper shows up.
The room lights dim, and now the only light is from a couple of flood lamps focused on a gorgeous woman elegantly dressed in a smart business suit: smart black vest over a thin white low-cut blouse, short black skirt, nylons, tall black heels, nail polish, jewelry, tasteful makeup. Her hair is carefully swept up in a twist on the back of her head. I don't recognize her at all. Her trim figure and the shape of her legs look familiar, but nothing else. Did she chicken out at the last minute and find a substitute? The Best Man introduces her as 'Suzette' and lays out the rules about touching, etc., starts the mix tape, and finds a seat, leaving the spotlight illuminating only this breathtaking example of womanhood.
In a sultry, seductive voice she addresses us in a sort of French, with just enough English mixed in so that everyone can follow. She's seated on a tall bar stool, with one foot hooked over a rung. She's facing us. In time to the slow, grinding stripper music, she reaches up inside her skirt and pulls out a tiny g-string and flings it out to the crowd. It gets sniffed and passed around. Next, she reaches up again and brings out a pair of lacy panties. More sniffing and passing around. Followed by a garter belt and her nylons, removed seductively, each in turn. Still perched on the bar stool, she angles her knees toward us to allow a quick look at the bare skin all the way up her skirt. The lamps shine directly up between her legs. Her bare lips look very familiar to me, but this girl's mound is completely bare. She's engaged to someone other than me, and I haven't seen her naked for a while, but I could never forget the beauty of her particular cunt. While I'm pondering this, She reaches into the blouse to unfasten her bra, which she pulls out through an arm holes of the blouse and the vest. Now her nipples are prominent through the nearly transparent blouse. This is too sexy--she's naked yet still fully clothed! She's wearing only the short skirt, vest, and blouse, and bending her body in ways to allow views of her bare cunt and her thinly-veiled tits. All to the music. Then we realise that she's been performing a sort of 'inside-out' strip-tease, having first removed her underthings but still wearing her outer garments. In fact, she's been telling us this all along in her loose French, but we were busy looking instead of listening.
As the music moves to a faster beat, she hikes up her skirt a bit. She slides off the barstool, letting her skirt catch on the edge of the seat and ride all the way up to her waist. She leaves it that way, giving us our first good unobstructed view of her ass and cunt, until the skirt settles by itself. I'm still not sure who this stripper is, but she sure seems to know how to hold an audience. Well-lit and in plain view, I study her, hoping for a positive identification. The lips and even the small protruding clit look familiar, but the pubic hair is completely gone. Maybe it really is someone else!
Her dancing includes dips, bows, and twirls, on and around the bar stool. Because of how she's barely dressed she's able to give us plenty of upskirt and downblouse views. The best upskirts are when she's on the barstool or bending over it. I have plenty of opportunity to study her lips and lack of pubic hair. The lips match but no fur. The last I'd seen her naked, she had a nicely trimmed full bush above her opening. The bare lips and clit look like hers. The tits and especially the nipples look right, so I can't quite tell yet. Still can't be sure. It's killing me!
