If you have not read "Missed Mortgage Payments" I suggest you do. This story is a continuation of my wife Gail's reluctant use of her body.
The months after our go around with the mortgage guy Ed, things settled down at our household and returned to normal. It was almost a year later and we were caught up on all of our monthly responsibilities, when the recession hit and I was laid off from my job. I immediately started job hunting but found that everyone was looking for a job, and as hard as I looked I found nothing.
Gail was still taking Belly Dance lessons and had advanced to a semi pro status. She had performed at a bachelorette party attended by an all female audience and was given a meager allowance. She was thrilled to get paid for doing something she loved, even though it wasn't much. At the time Gail was 27, very pretty, shoulder length dark blonde hair with light blonde streaks, 5' 1" and 120# with 36-D breasts and voluptuous ass, the perfect body for this type of dance.
After an evening dance class Gail was approached by a woman named Kathy. She was singled out by the instructor because she was the most advanced student in the class. Kathy explained to her that she was a talent agent and books dancers and other acts to perform at various parties and other functions and asked if she would be interested in signing with her. After Gail replied yes she was interested, Kathy took our phone number and promised to be in touch.
As we struggled to make ends meet with no job and very little unemployment insurance coming in. Gail even called Kathy, the agent and asked about dance prospects. Kathy said she seldom got requests for Belly Dancers, but she always had customers looking for dancers that included stripping as part of their show, and asked if she would be interested in doing that. Gail answered that she would have to discuss that with me.
We discussed Kathy's offer and made a list of questions.. Would the dancing be topless or fully nude? How many men would be at the party? What would the age group be? How long would the performance be? How much would it pay?
Gail called Kathy the next day and asked for details on the bachelor party gig. Her answer was they were all different. The average bachelor party probably had ten guests. Average length would be 60 minutes. She would have to at least be topless, but she would get bigger tips if she were nude. The pay for an hour was $100 (note that was 1978 money or roughly $400 today) for a nude performance. Gail told her we would discuss it.
That night in bed we talked it over. Gail practically begged me to let her strip so she could help pay the bills. I think she wanted to do it because she would be the center of attention, which she was starting to like, and also showing off her body.
She reminded me that it was a real turn on for both of us when she stripped for the mortgage guy, and this would be more of a turn on because of the larger audience. I couldn't argue her point and gave in and told her that she could do it. We really needed the money.
The next day Gail called Kathy and within a few days she had a bachelor party booked, and I would accompany her and play the music. I would also keep an eye on things.
We decided she would start off with her full Belly Dance costume and strip down to a G-string and leave it on until her performance was almost over. I arranged the music and Gail began to practice her dance and strip routine. She looked like a professional within a few days.
The day finally arrived and we packed everything into the car and headed out. We didn't know exactly what to expect when we got there but we did know we were headed to an upscale hotel and there would be a suite with an adjoining bedroom with bath, for her to change clothes and do her makeup.
We found the suite and entered to a round of applause and whistles, which surprised me because Gail was wearing street clothes and had no makeup on. By the time we got there the party was in full swing and the liquor was flowing. After talking to the best man we went straight to the changing room and Gail looked a little overwhelmed.
I told her she would be in complete control and if anyone got too far out of line I would step in. She smiled and started to put on her costume. I went back to the main room, set up the sound system, and adjusted the lighting. The best man handed me an envelope with payment for the performance.
When I returned to the bedroom Gail was finishing her makeup and was almost ready to start. She looked stunning and I told her so. Her costume for the evening consisted of a white skimpy low cut bra that barely contained her big firm breasts, a matching white G-string that barely covered her shaved pussy, and a long flowing white ribbon skirt.
At her waist she wore a heavy gold belt that was was decorated with sequins and bells. The white costume really set off her golden tan, and as usual she would dance in her bare feet. She looked like she belonged in a sheiks harem. When she was ready I kissed her, told her I loved her and to break a leg. I then went back to the main room to start the music.
I let the best man know she was about to begin. As he announced it to the guys a hush fell over the room. I started the music, a traditional Belly Dance number and seconds later Gail danced into the room, with all eyes upon her, they whistled and cheered her on. She looked confident as she smiled and swayed to the music. Her breasts were straining against the flimsy bra as she danced and the men could see her cleavage almost to her nipples.
Half way through the first song she slowly removed the heavy gold belt and tossed it to me. Without the belt holding the ribbon skirt, she was now exposing most of her ass, as the skirt didn't do much to cover it when her hips swayed. As the first song came to an end she danced to the corner where I sat at a small table, and took a seat next to me to catch her breath and have something to drink. We chatted for a minute while she caught her breath and I told her she was doing great and they loved her and I started the next song.