Allison Vincent had grown up in a fairly typical suburban US environment as part of a close family including her parents, brother, and sister. As a pre-teen Allison never thought of herself as particularly good-looking, more gawky than elegant, more ordinary than beautiful. However, no one could deny that she was an excellent athlete who could succeed in virtually any sport where her considerable height was not a disadvantage and she was an exceptionally gifted student.
There are some people who never get over their early self-image even into adulthood. Apparently, Allison was one of them because despite the fact that to any objective heterosexual male by the time that she was nineteen she was a very sexy woman she still didn't have any conception of how sultry she was. For example, she considered her DD cup boobs as a detriment since they significantly interfered with her backhand when playing competitive tennis and required her to wear two bras to keep them from putting her eye out when spiking a volley ball. Despite the drawbacks that her prodigious tits provided due to her six foot (183 cm) height and twenty four inch (61 cm) vertical leap (due in no small part to her sleek sculptured thighs and calves) she was still an honorable mention All-American volleyball player at an Ivy League university and was a club champion in tennis.
While Allison's self-image after she graduated from college was much better than when she was younger, it still was not realistic. This may have been one of the reasons that she dressed conservatively, was on the introvert side of ambivert, and was risk averse. Despite her innate sultriness she had had few rewarding romantic relationships when at age twenty five she met Harrison Jepson.
Harrison seemed to be a dream partner. He was tall, handsome almost beyond compare, smart, and apparently successful at the early age of twenty eight. He was also an extrovert, which Allison yearned to be but never could come close to achieving. Allison fell hard for Harrison and after the first time that he got her naked he couldn't believe that she wasn't already taken since her body was goddess-like. Harrison was also intrigued by her lack of sexual experience.
In view of Harrison's significant sexual experience -- learned since his 18th birthday when he started fucking his mother's friends, and continued through and after college -- he brought her naïve unsophisticated self to the highest sexual plateaus she had ever reached. She was certain that she was in love.
While Harrison likely wasn't as sure that he was in love with Allison as Allison was with him, he appreciated everything about her; her goddess appearance; her intelligence; her kind demeanor; her big tits; her tight pussy; and her empathy. She wasn't as wild as he would have liked, or as outgoing, but he correctly ascertained that the only reason that she wasn't hit on thirty times a day was because even good-looking guys would think her out of their league. Therefore he asked her to marry him, and she accepted. They tied the knot when Allison was twenty seven and he thirty.
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The Harrison-Allison nuptials were not ordained by heaven. While Allison always seemed to have at least a measure of love for Harrison, within three years of saying "I do" he was regularly cheating. The birth of their first child, a girl they named Alexis, almost on their third anniversary seemed to fuel his extramarital activities not dampen them, and by the time that there son Jeff was born after six years of marriage he was fucking other women at least once a week.
Allison's self-image had taken a big hit by the seventh year of her marriage to Harrison not only because she was sure that he was cheating but because he gave her little in the way of attention, let alone affection. Also, probably because his cheating made her socially, if not clinically, depressed, she gained weight and for the first time since she was in her late teens she didn't have a sleek athletic body. The only thing that kept her going in her personal life was the love for her children.
While her married life was on the rocks, due to her brilliant mind she succeeded in business and by the time of her seventh year of marriage to Harrison she had more respect in the business community and made more money than he did. She was able to succeed -- without Harrison's help in child-rearing and household assistance -- only because she had a good day-care provider for most of the weekdays and the unwavering assistance of her widowed mother June and her mother-in-law Dorothy.
Dorothy especially was helpful. She was chagrined by her son's dalliances, had always liked Allison and saw in her a younger version of herself since she had had the same difficulties with Harrison's father before she divorced him, and was a kind moral person.
After eleven years of marriage to Harrison, the last eight of which were between pretty bad and awful, Allison was convinced to file for divorce. The person who was most influential was Dorothy. Along with June, Dorothy persuaded Allison that she was better off without Harrison.
One reason that Allison was convinced was because the primary person Harrison was having an affair with was the only person that Allison normally interacted with in business that she despised -- Mellissa Grant. Melissa was a petit nasty woman who was a rival of Allison's in the division of the large multinational corporation that they worked for. While Allison achieved by intelligence, teamwork, and fairness, Melissa primarily succeeded by back-stabbing and stealing other's ideas.
After Allison filed for divorce -- on the basis of adultery -- Harrison decided to fight for joint custody even though he knew little about Jeff and Alexis' lives. He didn't know their friends names, who their pediatrician was, or very little else except what sports they were interested in. His plan only lasted about two weeks, the time it took for Dorothy to convince him that she would testify against him.
While Allison left the marriage in good financial shape her last vestiges of feminine ego were destroyed by Harrison's parting words to her: "I'm so happy to get rid of a dumpy boring broad. You were weighing me down, now I can live again. You're about as exciting as a washing machine, and much less useful."
Those stinging words resonated in Allison's psyche for many years.
Allison was thirty nine when her divorce was final. The first two years after her divorce weren't much better than when she was married to Harrison. She didn't really date but fortunately did have significant social interaction with the parents of her kids' friends. Allison bemoaned the loss of her All-American sports body of when she was in college.
Allison's ego reached a low, however, when Harrison married Melissa Grant eighteen months after his divorce became final. Melissa -- who had finally been exposed at her workplace for the corrosive force that she was -- had been fired. She blamed Allison for that and sent Allison a scathing email a week after marrying Harrison calling her a pathetic loser for not being able to please her man enough to hang onto him.
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At 41 years old Allison was doing great in her career, and loved being a mother involved in her kids' lives, but she was getting more disgusted with her body while at the same time her libido was mysteriously increasing, and she had no good prospects for sex. She was well past her volleyball days, and tennis no longer appealed to her because if she played it she would just realize how far down her athleticism had fallen. She dreaded normal gym workouts but was resigned to joining one and pushing through the pain when serendipity hit.
On a plane ride back from a successful business trip one Friday afternoon she was decompressing by reading a trashy magazine that she had purchased at the airport when an ad caught her eye. "Bored with traditional exercise? Willing to show that you're not a dreary housewife? Want to get in shape while having fun and putting yourself out there? Try Strip Aerobics!"
The ad went on to list cities across the country that offered classes. The photo for the ad was impressive; "Gypsy Empress" was one of the instructors and she allegedly was sixty five. Unless it was false advertising Allison allowed that she would give anything to look like that at 42, let alone 65.
As soon as the kids went to bed that night she got on the Internet and searched for all strip aerobics locations near her. There were three, one less than a half mile from her office, one a little over a mile from her house, and a third about a mile and a half from Dorothy's house.
After the kids' athletic events Saturday she gave her mom June one of her credit cards and had her take the kids shopping for some school clothes. Allison visited all three locations and even saw part of a class in two of them. She was beyond intrigued.
The fifty six year old head instructor and owner (who went by "Athena," real name not publicized) of the location near her office impressed her the most. Athena easily could have passed for thirty and had promotional brochures showing her in her younger days stripping at the top clubs in Las Vegas. Athena was also no dummy, having been awarded a Master's degree in kinesiology so the workouts in her class were not only geared to stripping but also addressed the physiological, anatomical, biomechanical, pathological, neuropsychological principles and mechanisms of movement.
Athena was also the most patient explaining to Allison what the classes sought to accomplish. "For 90% of our clients it's a fun way to get in shape, usually within ten sessions. We don't ever strip down to more than a small bra and a thong except on our six month rehearsal -- women only -- where if someone feels especially brave they can take off as much as they desire. For the other 10% of our clients -- in the advanced classes -- they really are learning to be strippers to earn their living. A couple of them teach some of the basic classes, although I teach the majority of the basic and intermediate classes, and all of the advanced classes."
Since Athena's location, "Peel It Off Palace," was the last one she visited and she was thoroughly impressed Allison paid for six months of classes in advance, Tuesdays and Thursdays at lunch (from 11:45 a. m. to 1:05 p. m.) and on Saturday morning form 6 a. m. to 7:30 a. m. to accommodate mothers with kids who were really dedicated.
As Allison left Peel It Off Palace, or simply "The Palace" as the clients referred to it, she couldn't help but say out loud "How's that for boring, you fucking asshole Harrison?"
