The bar owner walked down the line of women, handing out sheets of paper as he went. He seemed to radiate an aura of sleaze and disreputability, Sherri had instantly disliked and distrusted him. Still what could one expect from a man who organized amateur strip contests? He began explaining the forms he distributed.
"Now ladies, we all want to have some fun tonight and put on a good show. But there a few things that are illegal in this town and I need to make sure nobody gets in trouble."
Most of all himself Sherri thought.
"Indecent exposure. Performer's, that's you ladies here, nipples, pubic areas and buttocks must be completely covered at all times. Lewd behavior, touching yourself in a sexually suggestive manner, or simulating a sex act or really anything that is of a sexually explicit or suggestive nature, that's out too. And finally actually performing any kind of sex act on stage, well the law says that's obscenity and that's right out."
The handout had essentially the same warning with a line for her name and signature at the bottom.
"However."
The organizer dropped his voice a little and adopted an air of confidentiality. "However, there is a little, lets say arrangement with the law enforcement community and they understand that there are far more important things to occupy them than monitoring what you ladies wear, or don't wear or do tonight."
The way he pronounced "ladies" made it clear he thought them anything but.
"So with that in mind all of you can just, lets say let your conscience be your guide as to what you show and do tonight. Alright?" He gave a wink and a slight leer.
"So if you all would kindly put your name on these and sign them we can get started."
Apart from the atrocious grammar, Sherri could see nothing objectionable on the form and printed her name. Sherri S. Deville, after a second she added PhD. then scrawled her signature. Kind of petty perhaps, but she had spent enough time getting it, she may as well use it somewhere, her job certainly didn't. As she waited to hand in her sheet she compiled a little mental resume.
Sherri S Deville, PhD, 52 year old English teacher at a bland, mediocre high school. Over educated, under appreciated. Bored with her job, her home and her life. Seeking a break from the ordinary routine.
She traded her sheet for a card with a number on it, indicating her place in order of performance. Out of fifteen contestants, she was thirteenth. Just her lucky number. Music began playing and the organizer started introducing the first contestant.
If the organizer had hoped his speech would inspire more salacious behavior from the contestants, he was disappointed. A couple of girls briefly flashed their breasts and one lifted her skirt while wearing a thong to show her buttocks. Basic cable TV channels had racier things. The audience seemed to like it well enough though.
Sherri began to wonder what she was doing here. The boredom and ennui had been eating at her for weeks. She had entered the amateur night contest on a whim, thinking it might snap her out of her funk. But now she just felt foolish. She was more than twice the age of the next oldest contestant here. She would just be some sad old woman up there. She should slip away before she embarrassed everyone, most of all herself.
Sherri caught herself. Feeling sorry for herself wasn't going to fix anything. She had said she was going to do this and she would. Besides, she suddenly thought, nobody else has done anything out there. She could top that easily. She felt a small thrill run through her. Let my conscience be my guide? My conscience says "Go for it!".
The organizer began Sherri's introduction.
"OK everybody, something a little different now,"
Sherri took several deep breaths and composed herself, forming an image of her character in her mind. "she's a little older than the other ladies here, she wants to show you that she still has it, get ready for Sherri!"
Sherri took one last breath and strode confidently onto the stage. She wore a long, dark wrap around dress and had pulled her hair back into a tight bun. Thick horn rimmed prop glasses completed the effect. She tried to radiate stern and confident authority as she determinedly made her way out the short runway into the audience. One young man gave a catcall.
Decades of dealing with bored, unruly and hormone addled teenagers in her classroom had given Sherri limitless reserves of command presence. She shot out her finger at the caller while fixing him with a sharp look of disapproval. The young man halted in mid hoot and looked positively scared. It was so comical Sherri had to fight not to smile. Reaching the small platform at the runway's end she turned and swept her eyes over the audience, her expression making it clear she knew they were up to no good and she would stand for none of it. For good measure she waggled a finger. The crowd quieted and assumed an air of being caught in some mischief. This really was easy she thought and gave a little internal smirk as she made her way back along the runway.
At the main stage she halted with her back to the audience and planted her feet wide. Start things off with a bang, she thought as she undid the tie of her dress at the waist. Dramatically she opened the dress wide and paused for a moment before letting it slide down her back onto the floor. She picked it up and threw it toward the back of the stage then turned and faced the crowd. Under her dress she wore lacy black panties and bra with a red corset around her midriff. She made her way back out to the end of the runway, adding a shimmy to her stride now. She made her way up and down the runway a few times, still scanning the audience with her stern gaze and adding a hint of predatory intent now and then. As she made her way towards the crowd she tugged the sides of her panties up and down a short distance, alternating sides. She was careful not to slide the lacy material too far down, just enough to create the idea that she might.
It occurred to Sherri that every stripper she had seen or heard about invariably disrobed from the top down. Why not the other direction?
The thought surprised her. Take her panties off in front of all these people?
Well why not? It was certainly more than the competition had done. Her mouth went a little bit dry and she took a deep breath.
Sherri planted herself in the middle of the platform with her legs pressed tightly together and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. Slowly she slid them down her legs while swaying her legs as if she were a reed blowing in the wind. When her hands reached the floor, she stood up, quickly placed her hands firmly over her crotch, and stepped out of her panties before decisively kicking them out into the audience.
Still covering herself, she quickly made her way up and down the runway, quickly glancing around and adopting an air of modesty and embarrassment. It wasn't entirely fake, Sherri had never once done anything like this, or even dreamed of it. Still here she was, about to show her pussy to a crowd of strangers. More surprising still she was enjoying it. The shock and shame of exposing herself in this manner was exciting her.
Who knew exhibitionism could be this fun?
Sherri reached the outer platform and planted her legs wide. Time to show the goods. Slowly she slid her hands off of her genitals and down her thighs, exposing herself to all who cared to look. She arched her back a little and slide her hands up and down her thighs while thrusting her hips forward and back.
Sherri had trimmed her pubic hair earlier, simply to ensure she didn't have hair coming out the edges of her panties. She hadn't been expecting to display herself like this. It should give everyone an unobstructed view of her pussy in all its glory.
Not quite good enough Sherri decided. She dropped to her knees, then lay on her back. She planted her feet wide and arched her back until she was supported only by her feet and shoulders while vigorously pumping her hips as if copulating with an invisible lover. Then she moved to a sitting position and closed her legs tightly then adopted coquettish smile before spreading her legs and pushing her crotch out as if offering her pussy to the spectators. She twisted to a new direction and repeated the movement. There was a young man close to the stage who seemed familiar. Sherri couldn't quite place him yet, but was sure she knew him. She made eye contact, pursed her lips a little and pumped her hips a few times in his direction before standing and making another trip up and down the runway, toying with the straps to her bra as she went.
Sherri wanted to just tear her top off and free her breasts. Now that she had taken the plunge she wanted to show it all. Instead she forced herself to slow down and tease a little. She slid the right strap off her shoulder and pulled the cup down to expose her nipple briefly then pulled it back up. She turned to the other side of the audience and repeated the process with her left breast. She noticed the familiar young man again and remembered how she knew him. He was a student in one of her classes. Apparently the bar was letting in eighteen year olds tonight. Jimmy or something she thought, does he recognize me? She locked eyes on him and exposed both her breasts for a long moment before pulling her bra back up and moving along. I'll bet you will pay attention to me next time in class.
If there was a next time. It occurred to Sherri that the school district might not approve of this. The hell with it. She lived frugally and had money in the bank. The union should keep them from fucking with her pension. She had started this and she would finish it. She was having too much fun not to.
Time to ditch the bra. She pulled both arms out of the straps and unfastened the rear clasp, then cupped her breasts quickly enough to keep the garment from flying off. She held it there for a few moments, letting the anticipation build, then twirled it around her head and flung it into the crowd.
Sherri's breasts were large enough that they had begun to sag by her mid twenties. They had only dropped further since. She used that to her advantage by twisting her torso back and forth rapidly to jiggle her tits. They made audible slapping sounds as they bounced off each other.
Sherri began to stroke her nipples with her fingers then pinched them and lifted her breasts, feeling their weight. Already firm, her nipples grew harder. Sherri lifted her left breast and bent her head forward, began licking her nipple and aureola. Lets see all you sweet young things with your firm perky tits do this for yourself she thought. She opened her mouth wider and sucked her nipple into it then gently bit down. She shuddered from the sensation
