Sarah
Sarah Malone waited nervously in the dancers' lounge at Pete's Play Palace. She had no idea why she was so nervous. She'd been nude in front of lots of guys and had sex with most of them. So why would the prospect of getting undressed in front of a few more make a difference? Sure, this was her first day at the club. Her first day as a stripper. Soon the DJ would announce her and she'd be on stage for the first time. She hadn't gotten up the nerve to go into the body of the club yet but when the announcement came she'd have no choice.
It came, "and no for the first time here or ever, the lovely, the beautiful, the sexy,
Astrid
."
She and her friend Sally had spent much of the previous week deciding on a stage name. She had at first wanted to use the name she had given to all her dolls when she was young -- Mathilda. Her best friend, Sally had convinced her that "Mathilda" wasn't sexy enough. "It sounds like an old lady, and you're anything but."
Sarah had felt that her small, well proportioned body, large breasts, cute face, and flowing blond hair would make up for that but Sally had ultimately convinced her not to start with a disadvantage. The heroine from the movie "How to Train your Dragon," became the immediate choice when they had been looking on-line for a movie to watch. Except for the smaller breasts, the cartoon character was Sally's double and both young women loved her take charge, take no prisoners attitude.
Sarah approached the stage trying to adopt an Astrid-like attitude. There were maybe a dozen guys at the club and one whistled as she came up the steps. Sitting almost in front of her, at the stage seats were her mother and father. Her father flipped a twenty dollar bill onto the stage as she walked to the center.
After deciding to begin stripping at "Pete's Pleasure Palace," she hadn't been sure how or whether to tell her parents. Her mom had been on her about needing to get a job now that she was no longer in school and she had looked into stripping just to get her mom off her back. Sally had pointed out that her parents were swingers and had once invited the two young women to a swingers parties. "Hey, we both know your dad did it because he wanted to fuck me. Hell, he wants to fuck you. And your mom went right at it with my date. How can they judge this choice?"
So, as soon as Sarah got home from the nude club after making the decision she went into the family room where her mother was watching a movie and her dad was absorbing the sports page.
"Mom, I've got a job," she announced.
"That's great, honey, where?" The announcement was monumental enough that her dad had put the paper aside.
"Pete's Palace." She omitted the "Pleasure" from the name. It seemed a bit too embarrassing to say.
"Never heard of it," her mom said, "Is it an amusement place."
Not surprisingly, her step-dad had heard of it. "You might say that, dear. 'Pete's Place' is that nude bar on the highway just north of the city. You're going to strip, sweetie?" His cock was swelling at the thought.
She hesitated and then admitted it in a low voice, "Yes."
She was surprised at her mom's response, "That's a good option for you, dear."
Then her mom went on, "With your equipment you can probably make a lot. Just be careful the club doesn't take it all and put as much of it aside for the future as you can. That's not a lifetime career."
Sarah just asked, "Mom?" in an incredulous tone.
"I stripped before and for a few years after you were born," was the quick answer. "Topless, not nude, but I learned by making mistakes. I hope you'll let me help you avoid those mistakes."
"Oh, mom, of course!" Sarah gave her mom a big hug.
Mother and daughter then spent some time discussing the business of stripping, at least as it had been 15 years ago. Her step father seemed to return to the sports page but listened intently, his cock pushing against his briefs. Sarah realized that much of the advice applied today, some even more so, like the prevalence of drugs. Issues of dancer payouts and club cuts were less obviously the same but her mother had a lot of ideas about how to keep some of the earnings hidden from the club so their cut would be smaller. "I guarantee you that most club owners are taking advantage of the dancers," she told her daughter.
Astrid
As she strode to the middle of the stage, she untied the short cloak she had tied only at the neck and allowed it to fall behind her.
Sarah, her mother, and Maylee Davis, a dancer and friend who had introduced her to the club had gone shopping for her dancing outfits at lingerie stores, adult video stores and at a store that specialized in sexy outfits for those who wanted to look sexually exciting. All she needed were a few G-strings, bikini panties and bras but Sarah wanted to fill out the Astrid personality a bit. She found some short dresses that were made of strips of fabric that hung from her waist and wanted to wear tube tops. Maylee pointed out that tube tops were hard to get off and would muss her hair as the came up. Sarah suggested she pull them off over her hips but Maylee told her she'd have trouble doing that without pulling off her panties. Her mom pointed out that the top can just be pulled to the waist and kept there until she wanted to get naked. "Of course that will hide your beautiful, slim waist," she added.
Sarah had bought three tube tops but at another store she found some that zipped up the back, solving the problem.
At Maylee's insistence she had also bought a couple pair of "stripper shoes" two inch high platforms with a four inch heel. Her mother had insisted she wear them constantly at home in order to get used to them and she had practiced dance routines in them. She hated those shoes. Now, on stage, she decided to lose the shoes and took them off, tossing them in the corner with the cloak.
She had become so enthralled with the Astrid character that she picked music from "How to Train your Dragon," to dance to. Starting with the opening theme and then for her nude dance she would use the faster paced music from the scene where Astrid and Hiccup ride Toothless.
She started her dance by moving to the twenty her step-father had dropped on the stage. she presented her back to him and allowed him to unzip her tube top which she tossed to the corner of the stage. She turned to face him, took his hands and placed one each on her breasts then she buried his face between them. Her mom had talked to her about this. It was important for the others at the bar to see that tips would get them special attention. The bigger the tip, the more special the attention. She finished by presenting each nipple in turn to her step father so he could give each a quick kiss and suck. She grabbed his head and pushed his mouth hard against her left breast before sensually dancing to the left where another customer had dropped a five.
She had collected $45, including her step father's 20 by the end of the first song. She started by unhooking the skirt and allowing it to drop in the center of the stage, She was now wearing only a pair of white panties. The guy who had thrown the five out earlier, put another five on the stage. She went over to him and sitting at the edge of the stage put her legs over his shoulders and brought his face into her crotch. She had been told that was okay as long as she was wearing something. He reached up and held her hips as he smelled the scent of her pussy. As she pulled away she made a last second decision and held his hands so the fingers were at the panty waistband. She pulled away, leaving her panties behind in his hands and flashing him her clam shell pussy lips. He threw another five on the stage along with her panties and after taking a big whiff at her naked crotch. Ones and fives rained onto the stage from every guy at the stage and she did her best to give them all a good look, pulling her pussy lips apart for those who had dropped a five.
She estimated $540 more as she went around the stage, nude, collecting the tips. Three guys asked for private dances as she went by and her step father slipped her another $20 saying , "Beautiful job sweetie."
She intentionally went to a guy who had given her a ten and as she picked up the bills, leaned over the edge, took his head, planted a big kiss on his lips, then grabbed his hands and held them briefly to her breasts. "A dance?" he gasped out.
"Sure sweetie," she replied and went to gather up her clothes. She didn't bother to put them on and went to the first couple of guys who had asked for a dance telling them, "I'll see you later," and giving each a peck on the cheek. Then she went to the guy who had given her the ten, "What kind of dance do you want big fella?" She was getting into the hang of this.
Marlene
Sarah's step-father watched her go into the VIP Suites with the guy. He wondered what she was doing back there and expressed his thoughts to his wife. Marlene had been trying to think of some way to distract her husband. "Why don't you go back and see," she suggested.
"I don't think I can just wander in there and snoop around." He eyed the bouncer standing near the entrance.
"I mean go back with one of the dancers," Marlene explained.
"You think so?"
"Sure, I've seen you eying Desiree all night, go back with her." Marlene looked around, caught Desiree's eye and motioned her over.
Desiree was Maylee's stage name. She had been a cheerleader with Sarah and had spent quite a bit of time at the Malone household where Sarah encouraged them to encounter her step father in various stages of undress just to see his reaction. As a result Jerry Malone lusted after most of them.
"My husband wants to go back to the VIP suites with you and see what it's like," she told the dancer when she got to the table.
"$100 for 15 minutes" Desiree said.
"Spend a couple hundred," Marlene told her husband. And as he got up to go she added, "and tip the lady."
As soon as he disappeared into the suites Marlene got up, went to the car and returned carrying a small sports bag. She went to the bar and asked the bar maid to see Carl, the manager.
The bar maid, tapped the tip jar on the bar.
"You don't need any tip to tell me where Carl is," Marlene replied forcefully. "Where is he!"
A guy who had been standing behind the bar listening came over, "I'm Carl. What do you want?"
"My daughter is a dancer here," she started.
Carl immediately became defensive, "Hey we make sure all our dancers are over 18. They have to be certified by the sheriff. All old enough to decide what to do without parental consent."
Marlene laughed, "oh, no, I'm not complaining. I even helped her get ready."
"So what do you want?"
"I want to dance here too," Marlene answered.
Carl looked her over. "
A bit old but still attractive,
" he thought. "First you need to audition," he told her.
"Audition?" was her reply.
"Yeah, I need to see the goods," he gestured at her body.
"Oh sure," Marlene said and reached to unbutton her blouse.
"Come in back," Carl said and led her into the dressing room where several dancers were sitting around chatting. Marlene quickly took off her top.
"Very nice," Carl said, "No sagging, a few stretch marks. Real?"
"Go ahead, feel."
Carl put his hands to the offered fleshy pillows. "Yes, very nice, soft, pliable, definitely real. Let's see the rest." He pointed to her crotch.
She dropped her slacks and panties to reveal her shaved pussy with its small triangle of neatly trimmed hair above.
"Yeah!" Carl said, "You take care of yourself. Who did you say your daughter is?"
"Didn't say. It's Sarah Malone, Astrid."
"Oh yeah the cute new gal. I see the resemblance. A mother daughter pair should get some extra action, not that either of you need it. You sure you are up to do this?"
"I did it before, up to a few years after Sarah, Astrid, was born. I can handle it. You don't think Astrid made up that routine all by herself did you?"
"Hadn't thought about it."
"Well, I helped. A lot."
"You know you'll need a sheriff's stripper card."
"Already have one," Marlene handed over the card which she had surreptitiously obtained when Sarah got hers. "And I have my outfit in the bag." She lifted the sport bag. "Ready to go."
"$75 rent due before you can go on," Carl said.
"It was only $50 for Sarah."
