Twenty four year old Kelly peered into the mirror to give one last look before heading out to the dance floor. It had been three years now since she had began dancing at the all-nude club. She was down on her luck and about to be evicted from her apartment when she passed the gaudy club and saw the advertisement for exotic dancers. One year after later, she landed a part time job at a call center some 35 miles away, but closer to her apartment. Since the call center job was morning work, she kept her strip club job, certain that no one at work would ever find out.
It was a typical Saturday night crowd. The girls coming in chattered away about the usual high tippers and where to find them. It was time for her performance and she had opted for the cowgirl routine tonight. The rowdy guys loved it when she roped them and pulled them to her naked body. It generally resulted in some extra cash, and that was the name of the game.
The disc jockey fired up her favorite tunes and she was soon bumping and grinding to get the crowd riled up and the guys reaching for their billfolds. Fate had given her the perfect body for stripping. She had hypnotic green eyes, and a smile that was intoxicating. Her 38-D breasts were equally blessed with soft brown areola and puffy nipples that often grew hard while performing. Her tight abdomen, long sensual legs, and pear shaped ass made her one of the most favored dancers.
Kelly zeroed in on a table of college studs and began dancing directly in front of them. Their eyes were glued to her every move as if in a trance. She reached up and removed her cowgirl hat and playfully placed it on one of the guy's heads to the delight of the others as her body swayed to the grind of the music. She played the first set with perfect timing, making sure that she removed her top, giving the guys an up close and personal view of her luscious tits. The money was already coming her way when her first song ended. She had whetted their appetite. They wanted to see this girl totally naked and she had them right where she wanted them as the next number began playing.
Things could not have been going any better for her as she glanced at the dollar bills lining the runway. Moving down the rows of tables she was just about to strip out of her skimpy skirt when she froze in sheer fear. Sitting at a table were a half dozen co-workers from the call center. The crowd sensed her hesitation and was growing restless as the half naked girl stood motionless on the runway.
"Come on strip." "Take it off girl." came the calls from the agitated crowd.
Brian, one of the guys that sat close to her was in the crowd a week before. She was so busy shoving her ass in the face of customers that she never noticed him. He spread the news to some of his closest associates and they decided to make a surprise visit and expose her secret life.
She was close enough to hear what they had to say. Jenna, who Kelly did not particularly like, spoke out first.
"Well, come on. Take it all off bitch. We came to see a strip show...so show us some pussy," she yelled as the tables around her laughed and hooted.
She wanted to run away and hoped the earth would just swallow her up at this moment. Her eyes shot to the rear of the room in a moment of induced panic. The club owner was leering at her. She was a mouse caught in a trap. If she stopped dancing, she was finished, if she continued she would never live it down with her co-workers. She snapped back to reality, deciding to move back towards the table with the college guys. She tried in desperation to block out the fact that they there, but the haunting thoughts that they were about to see her totally naked would not go away.
Mentally summoning the courage to continue, she slipped the sexy little skirt off that she was wearing, revealing a bright blue thong. The tight strip was buried in her ass tight ass cheeks as she sensually writhed before the captivated male audience.
Not to be outdone, her co-workers began waving money in the air. No stripper in her right mind would ignore a table flashing money, especially with the owner watching. She bit her lip and sexily danced towards the table, her breasts and ass moving to the intoxicating rhythm of the music.
As she approached the table, she had to endure the further indignity of having them all eagerly stuffing money into the only piece of clothing remaining.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this. Please don't tell any of the supervisors," Kelly managed to remark, while keeping her smile and composure going as a masquerade to the rest of the room.
"I think it is fucking great," one of the guys remarked. The others simply looked on, their eyes scanning Kelly's near naked body. As the music blared Kelly knew it was now time to lose the thong and go commando. She stood up, shook her raven locks and in a sexy sway, she lowered her thongs and stepped out of them. Twirling them in her fingers, she pranced around the table, exhibiting her sensual naked body as the crowd shouted deliriously. In an act of defiance Kelly tossed the blue thong directly into the face of Jenna and strutted off triumphantly picking up the many dollar bills that lined the runway. As she sunk into the chair in the dressing room she somehow knew that word would get to the management of the call center and she would be fired. Tears came into her eyes, as she was just starting to realize some financial security with the combined incomes.
The next day at the call center Kelly waited, expecting any moment to be called into the office. On her morning break she went into the ladies room only to find Jenna, Tammy and Brenda, the three girls who were at the club waiting for her.
"So you like showing your tits and ass do you?" Jenna huffed. "Well, we have not told a single soul about your little secret life...yet. The guys have agreed to remain mum as well, providing one thing," Jenna remarked.
"Oh and what is that?" Kelly replied sarcastically.
