It was bright and pleasantly warm. The sky was clear. There was hardly a breeze and the birds and squirrels played in the branches of the large oak tree in Glenda's back yard. They both sat quietly, sipping coffee while they basked in the mid morning sun.
"Glenda, I need ask you a question that has something to do with your past experiences as a stripper." Alice broke the silence.
"Sure honey, what's on your mind?"
"What do you know about a strip club called the 'Rooster's Nest'?"
"Oh, that dump? What I hear from my friends (you know a lot of the local dancers come to me to have their hair done) is that the 'Nest' is real bad news. A lot of drugs go through there. Most of the girls there work a little extra to supplement their incomes, if you know what I mean."
"I was afraid you were going to say that."
Glenda looked at her dear friend inquisitively. Alice wore an expression she could not quite read. "Alice, what's the matter?"
"Oh Glenda it's Rob," Alice hesitated briefly, "He met this girl that works there and they have a date tonight."
"Rob? Really? He went there?" Glenda tone was more than just concerned it also carried a hint of curiosity, "And now he has a date? Do you know her name?"
"He went there the other night with some of his friends. He didn't mention her name. They're going out tonight." Alice held her coffee mug in both her hands and took a gulp. "Glenda, I am a little concerned."
"I can see that."
"Glenda, don't get me wrong. You are my best friend and you should know that I don't think badly of dancers. And Rob is generally a sensible young man. But I am his mother and I just don't want to see him hurt or taken advantage of."
"I don't blame you for being concerned. I've heard nothing but bad news about that place and the girls that work there. Listen, do you want me to talk to him. Hell, I can even set him up with one of my nice dancer friends. Rob is a nice kid and a fox to boot."
"I don't think you need to take it that far. I'll just tell him what you told me about the club and I'm sure Rob will make his own decision or at least be careful. I think he's just thrilled about the idea of dating a dancer."
"You can't blame a young guy for wanting to date a dancer now. Yeah, most guys that wanted to date me hoped that they would be getting a private show every night. I'm afraid that Rob's new friend just sees a gullible rich kid with deep pockets."
"That's what I'm afraid of. But my son doesn't strike me as being gullible, and we're certainly not rich." Alice seemed to be less worried and more relaxed.
"You know Alice," Glenda teased, "Us dancers can be a wild bunch. You sure you don't want me to talk to Rob?"
"That won't be necessary Glenda." Alice chided, "Rob doesn't need another corrupting force in his life just yet." He has me, Alice added to herself, smiling and gloating inwardly.
They both sat in silence for a while. Alice again, deliberately broke the spell.
"What's the wildest thing you've done as a dancer?"
"Now Alice I know how much you like to live vicariously through my sexual exploits, but I'm not sure you can handle this." Glenda turned towards Alice and grinned impishly.
What Alice wanted to say was "If you only knew girlfriend, if you only knew." Instead she said teasingly, "Glenda, I'm honestly hurt that you think of me as such a prude."
"Alice you're my best friend and I don't keep secrets from you. But you have to promise me you won't tell a soul."
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She had just turned eighteen and
was fresh out of high school. She had plans to take classes at the local college that fall and move out of her parent's house when the semester started. Over the summer she planned to work at a local restaurant and save up enough money so she can share an apartment with some friends.
One of the waitresses at the restaurant she was working with also had a part time job as a nude dancer at one of the local and more respectable establishments. She convinced Glenda to audition there. Glenda easily landed a job. Glenda had already been an excellent dancer and she had robust exhibitionistic tendencies. It did not take long for her to combine those two elements. Along with her young sexy look and her easy going personality she quickly became a very popular attraction at the club. Soon it became routine for her to pull in $800 to$1000 on a slow night. On better nights she easily pocketed $1500 or more dancing on stage and performing table and lap dances for her customers. Since she was still living with her parents, she only managed to work there a couple of times a weeks and still keep her new exciting job a secret.
Glenda's parents were very conservative and they clearly would not have allowed their only daughter to work as a dancer. She loved and respected her folks and would never do anything to hurt them. She had always been a little on the wild side but had successfully kept her secrets well hidden and stayed in her parents good graces.
That summer her older brother Jim was visiting. He had just finished grad school and had been accepted to the FBI academy. He was a few years older than her. He had always fascinated Glenda, though they were never particularly close. She did regard him with awe, as an older and handsome male in her life. However, she suspected that Jim was clean cut and conservative like her parents.
It was getting late one night at the club. Glenda had one last stage dance before she could go home. The crowd was thick and rowdy in the smoke filled club. Glenda always got a charge from the drunken men watching her perform. The more they cat- called, the more they whistled the more Glenda dancing became animated. The more they threw money on the stage or placed tips in the straps of her g-string (while she still wore it) the wilder her dancing became.
Things were going well for her that night and she felt that she had full control of the horny crowd. The music was just right. She climbed onto the stage and walked briskly around its edge smiling and blowing kisses to the men seated in the 'meat rack' surrounding the stage. She wore a simple black g-string. Her large giggling breasts were hardly contained in her tight skimpy bikini top. The 4 inch heeled sandals that she wore accented her toned legs. Had donned a baseball cap that she stuffed her long blonde hair in. She recognized a familiar customer seated near the stage and leaned down towards him as he reached out with a ten-dollar bill in his hand. She took the money from by cupping her breasts together and pinching the bill away from him in her cleavage. She got down on her hands and knees her ass facing the crowd. She retrieved a couple of tips by reaching behind her in between her legs and taking the money inches from her pussy. She lay on the stage belly down. She writhed on the floor and bucked as if some unseen force was fucking her. She made her firm ass cheeks jiggle and dance to the music. The crowd responded with applause, hoots and tips.
She stood up and gracefully removed her top, g-string and heels and stood looking at the crowd with a well- rehearsed shy looking smile. She sauntered seductively toward a generous regular patron. She took off her baseball cap, shaking her long blond hair loose. She placed the cap on the regular's head and blew him a kiss. Slowly, she lifted her right breast to her face and licked her nipple with her protruding tongue. She stepped back in rhythm with the music to the pole that was in the center of the stage. She wrapped her leg around the pole and twirled slowly as she held on with her free hand. She was still licking her nipple as she surveyed the excited crowd. That's when she saw him.
Her brother Jim was standing a few rows back from the stage area. His hands were on his hips and he had an expression that Glenda could not read. She stared at him, a million thoughts flooding her head. Instinctively, she glanced at his crotch to gauge his reaction, as she had taught herself to periodically do with the men she danced for. The lighting was poor and her view obstructed. Satisfied that Jim was not about make a public scene, she decided that the show must go on. She reasoned that there may be some repercussions later, but in the meantime she had a barroom full of paying customers that she must attend to.
She hoisted her self up the pole, her legs expertly forming a pretzel as they wrapped around it. She dangled her self upside down and looked back at the scene behind her. She saw her brother watching and still could not make out any emotion in his expressionless face. She came down from her upside down perch and pranced about deftly with the music, noting that Jim still held his ground. Seemingly oblivious to his presence, she shook her charms expertly, though inside she harbored a lingering cache of worry. The song seemed to last an eternity as she danced and posed on stage. She ended her dance by performing a split and touching her forehead to her forward knee. When she stood up and bowed to the enthusiastic and loud crowd, Jim was not standing there anymore. As she picked up the tips that littered the stage and chatted with several flirting and admiring men, she caught a glimpse of Jim's back as he was leaving the club.
She worried as she drove herself home. She was not certain what her brother's reaction was going to be. She took some comfort in the fact that he was leaving the following day to pursue his career. But she was worried that somehow he may tell her parents. She noted with some anxiety that her mom's car, the car that Jim had been driving was already in the driveway. She also realized that the lights downstairs were still on.
She had barely shut the door behind her when she felt him grab her by the arm. She did not have time to protest. He look at her sternly and gestured with his finger that she should be silent and led her down to the family room located in the basement of the house. Rather than risk any commotion she silently followed, seething.
"You dirty little whore, come with me." He whispered his tone however was stern.
When they reached the basement, Glenda shook herself free from his grip. She turned to him and shoved him. Something had taken over her. Maybe it was her feeling cornered or threatened. Possibly, she felt that Jim was being a hypocrite, judging her while he was at the club as customer. Regardless, she was charged up and it felt good to take the offensive. She hoped she could regain some control by doing so.
"You shit! You think you're so self righteous!" She struck at him with glancing blow to his arm.
"Glenda…stop it!" He was surprised at her reaction.
"No, you're no better than me. You went there to get your jollies, that makes you the same as me." She renewed her attack on him and tried to strike him a few more times.
"I SAID STOP!" He was considerably bigger than her. Suddenly, she was across his knee. Her halter had fallen slightly partially exposing a breast. Her tight shorts had ridden up her crotch exposing a large portion of her ass cheeks. She struggled but Jim held tightly.
