The next scene was set in a strip club. The scenario had me as an underpaid teacher with spending habits beyond her means.
"Not far from the truth," I thought.
I was supposedly in debt and agreed to try working as a stripper to earn some money on the side. It was a hackneyed plot, but I knew it would still be fun to try out. As usual, the scenario just had a rough outline and a lot of it would be left to improvisation.
I stepped on stage led by Roberts who was playing the role of the strip club owner.
"I think you have found your true calling, Sir!" I said, in a voice dripping with sarcasm, and Roberts merely smiled and shrugged.
"Remember your safe word, sweetie," he said ominously and I bristled because I hated being called "sweetie."
We walked on stage and I saw a stripper pole on stage along with a few tables.
Predictably, the tables were occupied by my male ex-students.
I imagined what it would feel to be in that situation - a respectable teacher desperate for money agreeing to do her first strip performance and finding her ex-students in the audience.
Another table predictably had Harvey, Nancy, Tim and Lara.
The on-stage audience clapped on my entrance and I blushed, hesitated and told Roberts, "I I can't go through with this. I changed my mind."
"You can't do that! I don't have anyone else to fill your spot!" said Roberts with mock outrage.
"I I can't. These are my ex-students," pointing to the two tables.
"And that table is full of my colleagues," I said.
"Yes, I know! I am just starting out and was trying to drum up business. They were very interested in seeing your maiden performance. They were happy to pay the expensive cover charge," he added.
"Or more accurately, uncover charge," he added and guffawed.
"No. I will not do this. Guys, I made a mistake in a weak moment agreeing to this crazy gig. Never again!" I exclaimed with as much dignity I could muster.
"Your choice. But you will forfeit the $250 you paid as deposit," said Roberts calmly.
"Oh no! I cannot afford that! As it is, I am maxed out on my credit cards. I cannot afford to lose another $250!" I wailed piteously.
"Well you have a choice. Follow through on your commitment and you get back $150 from your deposit plus any tips you earn. Or forfeit the $250. It's very simple," he exclaimed.
"Sir, these are my ex-students!" I said.
"Yes, and they are ready to spend everything they have earned from their new part-time jobs. They have assured me that," said Roberts.
"Yes, we will be generous, teacher!" they exclaimed.
"Bbbbut my colleagues! And Harvey is my enemy. I hate him. I cannot strip in front of him!" I wailed.
"Your choice," said Roberts shrugging.
I looked at my audience and asked, "If I do go through with this, will you promise not to tell anyone?"
"As long as we get to see you whenever you perform," said one of my students.
"Nice try. I am in a terrible financial bind and that's why I am doing this. There ain't going to be a next time!" I retorted.
"Well we will keep it a secret if you kneel in front of us and beg us to keep it a secret," said Harvey.
"Oh God!" I thought and as usual, I felt the all too familiar tinge of humiliation and arousal.
I went over to his table, knelt in front of him and looked up at his gloating face and asked, "Please Harvey, I beg you to keep my performance a secret."
"Ok. But you have to beg me again later when you are completely nude," he said and I winced.
As with most of my encounters with Harvey, my face showed my helpless anger and that added to the drama. As much as I hated it, a part of me enjoyed my capitulation to my hated rival.
I then had to beg the rest of my colleagues as well as my students. Luckily, I was able to address them as a group and not have to beg each one individually. That would have been too tedious.
"Ok. Let's get this show on the pole," said Roberts, pleased with his word-play.
Some silly song started playing and I went to the pole and took off my skirt and blouse sensuously. As the scene demanded, I pretended this was the first time and took time to look at my students and colleagues and blush prettily.
After the song ended, Matt walked on stage with someone I did not know.
"Sherry! What the fuck are you doing here?" he exclaimed!
I got into the classic enf pose covering my bra and my panties and pleaded, "Honey, go home! I will come later and explain!"
"I want an explanation now!" demanded Matt angrily.
"Oh yeah? What are you doing in a strip bar?" I asked, desperately trying to turn the tables.
Both the on-stage as well as off-stage audience were mesmerized by the drama. Matt and I were carried way with it too and it felt totally real.
"Well, remember my childhood friend, Mayank? He's recently divorced and needed some cheering up so I thought I could take him to a strip bar and have some bimbo take his mind off his wife. Little did I know that the bimbo would be you!" he said with mock outrage.
The fact that the man with him was his childhood friend, Mayank, added to the drama and my immense embarrassment.
I had never met him before but had talked with him on the phone quite a few times and seen him on skype. Despite living far away, Matt and he had stayed in touch and I had looked forward to meeting him. Never in my imagination had I expected it to be like this.
"Ok sweetheart. Please go home and I will come home and explain and make it up to you," I pleaded.
"Oh no! If you are going to be a slut, I am going to stay here and watch and enjoy," said Matt.
Damn that hurt. Matt had gotten a bit too much into the role and that was harsh. I came close to using my safe word and storming off stage. Later, he would apologize profusely for that uncharacteristic harshness and I would get to punish him by having him grovel ad crawl naked around the house and whip his penis with a strap. But for now, I held back my tears and decided to continue with the scene.
The next song started playing and I got back to the pole and took off my bra and danced with gusto. I loved pretending this was the first time and I really put myself into the situation and felt and radiated acute embarrassment and vulnerable helplessness.
The students, colleagues and to my chagrin, Matt as well as Mayank, came over and stuffed dollar bills in my flimsy panties as I gave them embarrassed smiles. Matt set the stage, so to speak, by rubbing the dollar bill over my naked breasts before stuffing it in my panties and the rest followed suit as I smiled helplessly at them.
When the song ended, Boris walked on stage. Boris, if you remember from my past episodes, was the school's leading patron. I would find out later that he had underwritten the expenses of the entire evening. He was the president of a company and got to write off all kinds of expenses as entertainment. This was undeniably entertainment and I doubt IRS would be able to argue against it! I liked Boris and smiled sweetly at him as he came on stage with two of his buddies and took up the last remaining table. Later, I would find out they were indeed business associates from a company he was trying to finalize a contract with and the evening went a great way in helping him secure the contract.
The next mindless stripper song came on and I returned to the pole, swaying seductively as I took my panties off and with chutzpah, flung it at Matt. Matt smiled and to my chagrin, handed it to Mayank pointing at the wet spot on it.
I blushed helplessly as I danced naked and my patrons came over and stuffed dollar bills in my garter after brushing it against my shaved pussy.
"Now it's time for lap dances. While you are doing that, Nancy and Lara will be stripping," announced Roberts and the audience clapped loudly.
I was pleasantly surprised. I had no idea Nancy and Lara were going to be stripping too.
Sam was the first one who asked for a lap dance and I flushed. I had never done that to him and found the prospect not entirely unappealing.
As the next song started and Nancy and Lara swayed on opposite ends of the pole as they stripped to their underwear, I gave Sam a sensuous lap dance, rubbing my pussy against his hard-on and swaying my breasts real close to his face. I could feel his excited breath on my breasts as I blanked every one out and smiled seductively at him. I had earned this and was determined to enjoy it. We both enjoyed it tremendously and it did my self-esteem a lot of good to have a younger, handsome hunk be so enchanted with me. It seems weird to talk about a lap dance increase my self-esteem but there you go. We are all full of self-contradictions, I guess.
Matt, playing his role to the hilt, announced to that he was paying for his friend's lap dance and I went over to Mayank as the next song started. Nancy and Lara took off their bras and were dancing topless as I blushed and I got over Mayank's lap.
How humiliating to have to do this to your fiancé's friend in front if him as well as an audience. Yet I was insanely turned on to have to do it, as was Matt. It was a match made in a heaven for perverts, I guess.
