Continued...
The hoots and hollers from the audience left no doubt that I was in serious trouble and there was no help or sympathy forthcoming from the people sitting around the posh little strip club.
I could see Shirley and my friend both sitting and smiling up at me from their table. Shirley started blowing me kisses. My friend reached into her purse and pulled out my black box briefs that she had duped me out of only a few hours earlier. How the hell did I end up in this position? Who knew a friendly little transaction, a harmless dare, would set me up for the most humiliating and exhilarating experience of my life? I had a feeling she might have.
The DJ's overly smooth deep voice once again filled the air, "Well, I guess everyone agrees... ladies... let's fuck this guy up!" More cheers. Then the stage went dark.
I felt a chill go through me. Not because the only remnant of my t-shirt that I was still wearing was the knit crew neck and a few stray threads. Not because my belt was unbuckled and my pants were partially undone. Not because I was not wearing any underwear and my pants were soon to be taken away from me. Not because I was standing handcuffed to a rail running above the center stage in the middle of a crowded strip club and soon to be naked and totally humiliated. While all of those things had my heart pumping at full speed and the adrenaline coursing through my veins, it was the gentle squeeze from Amanda, the gorgeous blonde stripper standing in front of me with one hand in my jeans grasping my balls and the words that she breathed into my ear that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
"Everyone here is going to watch us abuse you." Her teeth bit my earlobe and her right middle finger did a little come hither on the back of my nuts, then she added, "and it is going to be delicious." She leaned away slightly and I could see her eyes in the dim black light. They were positively shining.
"Hold on tight," her left hand trailed up to my cuffed wrist and over my hand on the bar and gave another squeeze for emphasis, "and be good..."
She said nothing else but her face hardened for one second and I knew that there was an "or else" that had not been spoken. Then she slipped her right hand out from my jeans and spun away. At the same time I felt Angel, who's naked body had been pressed up against my back, release me as well. They both disappeared behind me, leaving me stretched out and cuffed to the rail running across the front of the stage in virtual darkness. I was alone in front of the audience. I was afraid. I was rock hard.
The room was dark except for black light when the rolling synth of the Eurythmics' "Sweet Dreams" stared pulsing through the speakers. I could feel the cool air and the eyes of everyone in the audience on my body. As the lyrics kicked in "Sweet dreams are made of these...", I was lit up like the fourth of July. It was like the stage lights exploded on. This was not the usual strip club lighting. There were bright white spotlights glaring on either side of me, lighting me completely from head to toe. I had no doubt that everyone in the audience could see every inch of me, because I could see myself clearly reflected in the mirror on the wall directly opposite the stage. I could also see my stretched and exposed back infinitely reflected from the mirror on the back of the stage. Worse yet, because of the positioning of the spotlights, I could also see the faces of everyone looking at me.
Suddenly, Angel and Amanda were once again dancing beside me. They had put back on their little S.W.A.T. flack jackets and their thongs and high heels. Only this time instead of me sitting comfortably in a chair while they stripped, my hands were stretched above my head hand-cuffed and holding on for dear life while they prepared to strip me!
Amanda reached across from my right and grabbed the open belt buckle. She tugged at it and it came out whipping through the loops. My hips were twisted towards her, my hands clenched the rail and my legs squeezed together, as I felt my open jeans slip ever so slightly down my soon to be exposed behind. She then looped the belt around my neck and stepped back for all to see. She did a little Vanna White-style flourish with her arms and the crowd erupted with more whistles and cheers.
Amanda and Angel stepped towards me again, this time running their hands down my jeans to my shoes. They each took hold of one of my feet and then to my surprise, they lifted my feet up and out from under me. I gripped the rail to support my weight, as they stretched my body out towards the audience.
They each hooked their arms around one of my legs and I was extended with my feet over the front row at an almost 45 degree angle. I was straining futilely to see what was going on, when I felt two other sets of hands roughly removing my socks and shoes. My view was obstructed by the two beauties holding my legs and then I felt cool air on my toes and saw one of my shoes arc towards a corner only to then be passed to another table like a beach ball at a concert. All the while Annie Lennox continued to sing about abuse and dreams.
Amanda and Angel looked back at me and smiled wickedly. Then they faced front and began to step out off the front of the stage onto the tables and then the chairs that surrounded the stage. I felt their grip on my legs loosen and before they had even taken the first step, my heart raced and my body tightened and I understood what was about to happen.
It was the shortest and longest moment of my life. Each stripper had grabbed one cuff of my jeans and as they walked forward they took my pants with them. For one brief second I was pulled taught, almost completely parallel with the stage, my jeans snagged on the curve of my ass and then released. I felt every inch of skin exposed to the spotlights. My erection, which had been straining against the denim swung upwards slapping against my abdomen as my jeans descended towards my knees. My jeans were pulled towards my feet and off and it was like the snapping of an elastic band. The jeans were flung forward into the audience and my naked body swung backwards. Instinctually, I curled my legs towards my chest. And then it was done.
There I was naked, except for the belt and the torn collar of my t-shirt around my neck, swinging from the railing. My erection pointed at the audience flopping to and fro as I tried to control the recoil and get my feet on the ground. I finally planted my feet only to realize that this left my body completely extended and totally on display. With mirrors all around their was nowhere to hide in the heat of the bright spotlights,
Angel and Amanda strutted back onto the stage. Each of them now wearing black latex gloves and holding a bottle of baby oil. Angel was also casually holding onto the legs of my jeans, trailing them slightly on the ground. They moved like tigers closing in on their prey; their shapely legs criss-crossing and their sexy hips swaying hypnotically to the music. Soon they were dancing around me again as Angel twirled my jeans over her head and then flung them out and into the audience.
It was at this point that I became fully aware of all the people staring at me completely naked and totally on display. Some of the guys were laughing, some were cheering, others had their jaws open in shock. The strippers at the back of the room were draped over each other and bent over in laughter. The waitresses had stopped moving. Even the sexy female bartenders had come out from around the bar to witness the spectacle.
Shirley and my friend were actually standing and shouting and whistling and clapping. At one point my friend started throwing dollar bills at the stage. When her eyes caught mine, I felt more exposed than ever. I felt like we were completely alone and at the same time I felt the full impact of my public exhibition. Even from the stage, I could feel her satisfaction and I was overwhelmed with humiliation... and arousal. My dick was so hard, it was practically pointing straight up.
My thoughts were broken by the soft nudge of Amanda's strappy high-heel against my foot. I looked over to see her holding a blanket and she motioned for me to lift my legs. I did and once again I was hanging awkwardly from the rail. She ceremoniously laid the blanket out beneath me and I lowered my legs back down.
