The reworking and updating of an earlier story.
Hubby had left for work early that morning. I spent what seemed like an eternity in the bathroom, showering, pampering my skin, doing my hair and sorting my make-up.
I was going to Jen's shop to discuss my new Stripper career with her and some strip club owner.
Maybe I would have to audition for this guy, so I decided that whatever I wear would need to be extremely sexy and enhance my curvy figure as much as possible.
I knew Jen would have plenty of costumes and lingerie but I wanted to make a good impression when I walked in.
Looking at my naked reflection in the full length mirror, I decided to apply just a little more rouge and darken my eye makeup, so I would have a more smokey and slutty appearance.
I went in my bedroom and opened one of my underwear drawers.
Everything I looked at seemed tasteful. Very sexy, but very tasteful, which was not the look I was aiming for. I needed the slut look and I needed it badly. I opened my saucy lingerie drawer and took out a PVC ½ cup bra with matching high waisted garter belt.
I sought out a pair of shiny black seamed stockings which I would wear with my Spiked Heeled Ankle straps.
I opened my wardrobe and took out my tight pencil skirt and the waistcoat that matched.
They were in a soft shiny fake thin leather material and looked very slutty when on.
A spark of inspiration went off in my head as I went back to my drawers and fished out a pair of black satin opera gloves.
I sprayed myself with some Michael Kors Perfume then began to place the seductive garments on my body.
With the Stockings, shoes, garter belt and ½ cup bra in place I looked wonderfully erotic and sensationally slutty if I say so myself.
I was in limbo whether or not to wear a thong, panties or just bare pussy?
The idea was that I was going to be a Stripper and having the goods on display at the beginning seemed to defeat the purpose somewhat.
I looked in my drawer and opted for a tiny black Lycra bikini thong I'd wore on holiday and teased so many men. The thong was tight and tiny with a little zip running from the top of the thong to just below where my camel toe would begin.
The thong was as shiny as the rest of the PVC underwear and it would cover my tan lined bald pussy perfectly.
Pulling the thong into place, the instant it rested on my shaved mound, my memory recalled the night in the disco when the five guys had different levels of sex with me.
All the different fingers touching my pussy and ass, sucking the two cocks, being fucked up the ass by two cocks and remembering the awesome feeling of trying to impale myself unsuccessfully on that monster cock.
Three cocks had parted my pussylips that night, but none of them fully entered me, so in my weird logic, this cheating slut had remained faithful to my husband.
My juices immediately began to flow and my pussy fizzed with sexual delight.
I was tempted to lie down on the bed, get out my Rabbit vibrator and bring myself off, but I decided to use my sexual arousal for my introduction to Stripping.
My tan really enhanced the effect of the shiny erotic lingerie as I placed the tight pencil skirt over my stockinged thighs. Placing my arms through the waistcoat, I began to button the lower buttons first. It was nice and tight at my waist, and as I button the other four buttons, the waistcoat emphasised my narrow waist and large breasts.
My cleavage looked devastating as I sprayed a little more Michael Kors body spray on my breasts.
Taking the opera gloves off the bed, I ran the soft, snug fitting Lycra up my arms, finishing just above my elbow. Forsaking any jewellery except for my ear rings and nipple bolts, I went downstairs to gather my Handbag, my Black PVC Raincoat and my car keys.
Setting the alarm system, I closed the front door and got in my car for the short drive to Jens.
I parked my car in the multi story car park just round the corner from Jens. As I got out of my car, a man and his wife were walking past. Taking the opportunity for a little tease, I ran my gloved hand up my stockings on the pretence of straightening my seams.
The guys face was a picture. Mission accomplished!
I headed out of the car park and straight to Jens.
Jen was at the till serving a customer, when she looked up, smiled and nodded toward the back shop.
"Bob is in the back room waiting for you!" she stated, with a wide grin across her face.
"Bob?" I mouthed quizzically.
Jen finished with the customer and took me through the back room.
Sitting at her desk was a very dark skinned well groomed man of about 40. He was wearing designer jeans with tan brogues, a White shirt and a dark blue jacket. He was Italian looking with a totally shaved head.
He stood up to his full six foot height and offered out his hand as a greeting.
"Hi I'm Bob!" he said with a voice that sounded like syrup being poured into your ears.
Shaking his hand I softly said "Pleased to meet you Bob, I'm Becky!"
Jen looked at both of us and said "I'll leave you both to it!"
Smiling she closed the back room door and went back into her shop.
Bob looked me up and down the way a farmer would with a prize beast.
"Well Jen certainly has a good eye for hot ladies, but this time I think she undersold you. You are absolutely stunning!" Bob complimented with his rich deep tone.
Blushing ever so slightly, I giggled a little and said.
"Why thank you Bob, you're quite the handsome man yourself!"
Bob smiled and said "If you're serious about Stripping and lap dancing I'd need to audition you first, though judging from what I can see that would be no problem at all. Would you like to book a time you can come over to my club for an audition?"
"When would suit you best Bob as I'm available most days!"
"Are you available now?" he enquired with a mischevious look in his eye.
"It just so happens Bob, that today's diary is completely empty, so if you want to do it today then I'm all yours!" I giggled, the innuendo not lost on me.
It would seem that we were both teasing each other using every sexual innuendo available.
"Well if you'd like to audition right now my club is just round the corner!"
I nodded in agreement to Bob, and then he opened the back room door and offered me to walk through first. I went into the shop and Jen asked.
"Going for the audition?"
Bob took the lead.
"Yes Jen this lovely lady is going to make my morning and dance provocatively me!"
He almost purred when he spoke.
I giggled at his remark and we set off on the short walk to his club.
All of the lighting and neon signage was turned off as Bob took out a huge ring of keys and began to unlock the front door of his club. We stepped into the dark lobby as he disarmed the alarm system. Switching on the lights he closed and locked the front door. He opened the doors to the main area and the size of the place impressed me. Everything was Purple, Silver or Red.
There were booths, Tables, bar stools; a small stage with a pole in the middle and at the back of the room was a bigger stage next to a DJ booth. Both stages had spotlights glaring down on them. There were erotic black and white photographs adorning the walls. Bob asked if I needed a drink for Dutch courage or was I ready to audition now.
I looked him in the eye, smiled and said I was ready whenever he was.
Bob said we'd go down to the bottom stage and he put some music on for me to dance to.
He turned most of the main lights off in the club except for the Stage spotlights and the front of stage lighting.
I placed my coat and handbag on one of the tables facing the stage, climbed onto the stage and asked Bob what he wanted me to do.
I'd watched a few videos online in the past couple of days of Strippers and had been mimicking their moves at home.
"Feel the beat of the music and slowly remove your clothes! Feel the mood as though you were stripping for your sexiest lover!"
There was a chair in the middle of the stage, so holding the back of it I started to grind my hips to the pulsing beat of the music. Walking around the stage, one step at a time, I began to feel more comfortable.
Bob was smiling at me as I began to unbutton my waistcoat. I unbuttoned the top two buttons, displaying all of my tanned cleavage. I then undid the bottom two leaving me with just one button concealing my breasts. I leant forward and curled my finger in a come to me motion. Bob stood at the front of stage and I offered the button to him to open. As he began to open the button I gyrated my hips.
The Waistcoat opened exposing a flashing glimpse of my large tanned breasts and hard pierced nipples. I threw the waistcoat to the back of the stage exposing my huge breasts and pierced nipples. Bob whistled approvingly and returned to his seat. He stared at me as I continued the sexy dance. Moving almost to the edge of the stage, I bent over and with my back to Bob, I slowly slid my tight pencil skirt up my seamed stockinged legs. My thong was separating my ass cheeks and my pussylips as I unzipped the skirt, stood up straight and let the skirt fall to the floor around my feet. My back was arched thrusting my firm breasts upward and displaying my taut ass to perfection. Stepping out of the skirt, I kicked it to the back of the stage beside my waistcoat.
Turning round now, I faced Bob with my tits on full display. The track stopped playing and Bob came to the foot of the stage and said
