Amy stood in the kitchen with only her husbands, shirt on. After last night, how could she even think of dressing in anything else? Shawn, her husband, hadn't touched her like that in years. Someone walked up behind her while doing the dishes and said, "Baby, I love you more today than I did when we married". Amy turned around to see Shawn had a tear in his eye. "Aww, baby, no crying. C'mon you have to go to work now. Go and I promise I'll be back tonight when you get back."
Shawn left and Amy finished the dishes. She was tired, getting no sleep the night before. She lay down in their bedroom and thought back to the past few months.
Amy thought she had been in a rut. She felt unattractive and even began hating herself. She hated her job so she quit. She was looking through the newspaper about three weeks later and found an add for exotic dancers. They were wanted to work the night shifts only on the weekends. Amy had no other commitments and had no children. Her husband usually went out on the weekends, so she took the job. Within a week she felt completely different about herself. She held her head high and knew that her dance was seductive because of all the tips she got.
Just last night, she saw a familiar shadow enter the bar. She was waitressing at this point and couldn't move to see who it was. The figure sat in a shadowy back corner. Amy felt the stranger watching her. Another dancer told her that she was about to go on so she put down her tray and moved to backstage, watching the shadow out of the corner of her eye the entire time.
She moved to the stage with two poles, dressed in a schoolgirl uniform. The song 'Cherry Pie' came on over the speakers and she started her dance. Her hips swayed softly back and forth against the pole. She leaned her head back and looked at the audience, particularly the figure. As she danced on the pole and even hung herself upside down by her legs, her eyes never moved from this figure. She took off the white shirt and her 36D tits were free. She then kneeled in front of a man apparently dragged there by his friends for a bachelor party. She took his hands and let him unbuckle the skirt till it fell around her knees. She stood up and with her pussy almost in his face, put a foot on the back of his chair and moved her hips in sync with the music. She played with her nipples and even bent down in front of him to pick up her skirt and shirt.
When the song ended she moved off stage and came out several minutes later in a very short black skirt and a red see through top with a black bra on. She looked at where the figure had been and he had left. She was mildly disappointed. She couldn't stop thinking about him even when going to her car after the bar had closed.
She put her key in the hole to open her door but a body pushed her against the car, using his weight to keep her there. 'Don't move', the voice hissed at her. Amy was scared, petrified. She thought about escape routes but it was useless. The man was at least a foot taller than her and definitely more than twice her weight. Before she realized what was happening he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, tied her hands with a rope behind her back and put her in the back passenger seat. He child-locked the door and buckled her in. 'Don't do anything stupid. It will only kill me and you. If you want to live through this you will keep your fucking mouth shut and your hands to yourself.'
