Strip Tease and the Working Girl by Lady Grey
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LadyGrey

Strip Tease, And a Working Girl

It was strange what the last two weeks had done to our relationship. Alth ough I had only earned a little money, things in the home had improved, and with the hope of more to come, Tom had become brighter. With his worries lifted, he seemed more relaxed, and the first thing I noticed was our sex life improved 100%.

I didn't like keeping secrets from him, but I decided not to go into details about what was happening to me at the club. Well, he knew about my on-stage performance, but not what was happening afterwards. At least the extra money I was earning was getting us out of a mess so I was entitled to a little reward, and that for the moment was my little secret.

I met Rachel over a cup of coffee and told her about the job offer in Manchester. I even told her about my interesting relationship with Mike and Grant. Well, she was my best friend, and I knew I could trust her with my secret.

She looked at me amazed. "You had sex with both of them?" she gasped.

I smiled. "Well, I hadn't been getting any at home, and after stripping naked in front of all those guys, I was so hot that when he made a move towards me I couldn't stop him, not that I really wanted to," I said with a grin.

"You are making me wet just thinking about it. I love my Ralph and would not want to leave him, but it would be wonderful to feel a new exciting dick slipping into me; you know, just for a change."

I grinned at her and nodded.

"Mind you," she said with a smile, "he's been a little more ardent with his love making over the last few nights since he watched you strip at the club. I think the sight of you naked turned him on a bit."

I laughed. "Yes, I've noticed the way he's looked at me since. Maybe you should come and join me."

Rachel shook her head. "I've fantasied about it, but I don't think I could actually do it-- maybe if we ever get into your situation."

I shrugged.

*****

I had discussed the job in Manchester with Tom and we had decided between us that I should do three nights a week to start off with just to see how things went. The thing was it meant me leaving Tom in charge of the kids, feeding them and getting them to bed, but he said it was the least he could do if I were going to be bringing the money in.

I contacted Mike and explained things to him. He was pleased that I had decided to take him up on his offer. He told me I would need to arrange a taxi to bring me over and he would cover the expenses. It was a couple of days later I received a letter from Mike informing me what nights I would be required. To my surprise, attached to the letter was a credit card in my name and a note that included the pin number and saying that I had to get myself some new working clothes.

That day I spent an interesting couple of hours surfing the internet for suppliers of stage outfits, and I was lucky enough to come across a supplier called ‘Stage Lingerie.' Conveniently they had a local store about fifteen miles away from where we lived, and it looked from their list that I could probably buy everything I needed there. I showed the site to Tom.

He looked over my shoulder at the sexy outfits pictured on the page. "Wow," he said, "you should really look great in some of those. It's a pity I can't come over to Manchester and see you perform."

I kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Would you like to watch me undressing in front of all those guys?" I asked him. "I bet it turns you on something wild seeing me up there naked with all those guys lusting for me."

He reached over and ran his hands down over my breasts, squeezing them. I groaned. I could feel his urgency as he pressed his body up against me. "I don't mind them looking, my lovely, as long as I am the only one who has access."

Suddenly I felt a little guilty. I pressed his hands to my breasts. "You know I am only doing it for us, darling. Once we get ourselves out of this mess, I can stop doing it, and then things will soon get back to normal." That night in the privacy of our bedroom I made sure he felt he was the only one. I begged him to take me roughly, something I knew he enjoyed. I played out the wanton hussy begging to be fucked. I drank his cum and allowed him access to all areas. When he at last fell asleep, he was a satisfied and contented husband.

*****

The following day we dropped the kids of at my mother's and Tom drove me over to the ‘Stage Lingerie' store. It was situated in a small shopping mall; its gaudy window display stood out among the other shops on the row. A smiling assistant, a lady in her mid forties, welcomed us.

"I'm Patty," she told us. "This is my place."

I explained I had seen their website and was looking for some stage costumes.

"Are you a stripper?" she asked.

I grinned. "I'm about to be; that's why I need the costumes."

"You are a very attractive young lady; you should do well. I was a stripper once, until I felt I was getting too old for the job, so then I started this business with my husband." She smiled. "What sort of costume are you looking for? Have you seen something you like, or have you got some ideas of your own? We can make up costumes to your own design."

I smiled. "That's good to know, but I need something quickly to get me started. I have a job to go to next week."

She opened a photo album on the counter. "Everything we do is in here, and we have most of it in stock. You can try it on today, and if it needs any alterations, we can do that straight away."

We started looking through the album. There was everything from naughty school girls, sexy policewomen, and so on along to the more exotic outfits. Patty asked me what my act was, and I explained that at the moment I didn't really have one as I had only been offered the job after winning a local strip tease contest.

"That's the way I got started," she laughed. "So the first thing you need to do is sort out your act," Patty said. "Then we can get down to what sort of outfit you should be wearing." She went on to ask me about the club, and when I told her it was The Crystal Suite, she smiled. "Well, you are certainly starting at the top."

She told us that she knew of The Crystal Suite, but she had never been lucky enough to perform there. She knew what was expected of the girls there and that would help her in sorting out my costumes. "You need something exotic for that place," she said; "frilly, sexy items like nightwear, black lace, basques, stockings suspenders, that sort of thing." She said she thought I ought to look at getting at least three costumes, but something where all the items would mix and match.

"I have a room at the rear of the store where you can try things on." She showed us through to the rear of the shop. "Can I offer you a drink while I go and sort a few things out for you?" she asked as she showed us into the room. We accepted gratefully. In the room there was a guy working on some costumes. He looked up as we came in. "This is Pete, my hubby," Patty said, introducing the guy. "Can you get them a drink, darling, while I sort out a few items for the lady?"

"Wine or coffee?" Pete inquired.

We decide on wine, and from a small fridge he produced a bottle of white wine and filled up two large glasses.

"You in the business already or just starting?" he inquired.

I told him that I had just landed my first job after winning a strip tease competition.

He smiled. "That's how a lot of girls start; you should do well; you are very attractive."

I smiled and thanked him just as Patty came back with her arms full of frothy items.

"I think most of these will be in your size, but if not, we can soon get them altered. Pete used to be a tailor so he is very good with any alterations."

Pete smiled. "Well, it's nice to see I have my uses," he said.

"I've brought you three outfits, but as I said, they will all mix and match so it will give you a good range." She held up a sheer black lace negligee. "This you might need if you have to do any entertaining," she said with a smile. I saw the expression on Tom's face when he heard this, but he said nothing.

"Then we have a basque." She held up a sexy red basque. "The guys love these with dark stockings. This one is specially made for the job. It has only two hooks; the rest is secured by Velcro so it's not difficult to get out of." She smiled. "Then we have a nice matching set of bra, G string and sussies (either thigh high stockings or stockings held up with suspenders). You do need to go down the erotic route if you are going to be performing at The Crystal Suite."

I smiled. "I think that lot will do very well, Patty, and thanks for all your advice."

She grinned. "If we can't help each other, it's a bad job. Now what would you like to try on?"

I nodded. "I think the basque; it's the only thing that might not fit, but I'll try everything. Have you a dressing room?"

Patty smiled. "We do have a dressing room, but you will have to get used to being seen bare arsed. Strip clubs are not the most private places."

She showed me through into a small room and I quickly slipped out of my clothes. I tried on some of the smaller items. They all fit very well, and then I tried the basque. I discovered there was also a small red matching thong that went with it. I sat on a chair and pulled on some dark stockings. I had also brought some heels with me and I eased my feet into them. Lastly, I slipped on the negligee. I glanced in the long mirror on the wall. Yes, Patty had been right; I did look a little exotic.

I pushed open the door and walked back into the room. I saw the look on Tom's face, a look of disbelief. Was this his wife, the mother of his children? But then he smiled and I gave him a wink.

Patty smiled. "You look wonderful; doesn't she, Pete?"

Pete nodded. "You look sensational. You could go a long way in the business with your looks and figure."

"Do you want to try getting them off?" Patty asked. "I can put you some music on."

I looked at Tom. What would he think if I stripped here with Pete watching?

But he nodded, a slight smile crossing his face. "I think you should, darling. Let Patty see what you can do. Maybe she might have some tips for you."

She turned on a small hi-fi unit and the music flooded out; I looked at Patty.

"Just move around; let them get a look at you; take things slow and sensual; build up their expectations; show them a bit of thigh." I did as she told me. At first I was a little self conscious about performing, then I felt myself getting into the mood of things. I smiled at Tom and Pete who were both watching my act intently.

"Now remover the negligee and go into something raunchier."

I slipped it off and tossed it towards Tom, who caught it, smiling. He now seemed to be enjoying my performance. After a few minutes of strutting around and using a few of the moves I had used at the club, Patty suggested that I unclip the suspenders from the stockings before removing the basque.

I saw the logic in this, and using a chair to rest my foot on, I made a performance of un-clipping the stockings. With this done and a few more moves around the room, I began to unfasten the clips on the basque and slowly began to ease it apart. When my breasts came into view, I could see Tom was staring at me intently. I guessed he could see that my nipples were already erect, but at the same time, I could not help but notice there was a bulge tenting his pants. He was enjoying the show so much it was turning him on.

I dropped the basque on the floor and strutted around smiling at everyone, caressing my breasts, and rubbing my fingers over my hard nipples. I loved my nipples to be fingered when they were hard like this. Now all I was wearing was the small red thong and my stockings. I wondered if I'd gone far enough. Would Tom be embarrassed if I revealed all? Well, there was only one way to find out, so with a final flourish, I tugged on the thong. The velcro tags gave way and it came away in my hand. At last I was totally naked—well, apart from my stockings and heels, but they enhanced the picture rather than distracted from it.

As I stood there totally revealed, there was a round of applause from all three. Tom jumped to his feet and took me in his arms. "You were wonderful, darling. No wonder you won the competition."

Patty came over and handed me the negligee. I slipped back into it, not that it covered a lot as it was quite sheer, but it made me feel a little better.

"You are very good," Patty said. "You should do well, but if you need some help with routines, I will be happy to show you a few."

I thanked her just as Pete came over with some more drinks. "I think we all need these," he said. "That was quite a show. You have a beautiful wife there," he said, turning to Tom. "You should be very proud of her." Tom smiled and nodded.

As everything she had selected for me fit well, Patty packed them up while I got dressed. As we left, she took me in her arms and kissed me affectionately. "Don't forget, Mandy, if you need anything at all, advice or outfits, you know where we are." I thanked her for her help and we made our way back to the car.

As we drove home, Tom was quiet for the first mile or so. Then I felt his hand on my thigh. "You know you were wonderful, darling. I can see what everyone sees in you. You are so exciting; it really turned me on to see you naked in front of Pete. I can't imagine what it would be like to see you naked in front of dozens of guys, all lusting after you."

I smiled and squeezed his hand. "Thank you, my wonderful hubby. You are so understanding. I'm just glad that I can do something to help us out. It's not every guy that would allow his wife to strip. You know once we are out of this mess, I will stop at once." I looked at him as he nodded. The poor trusting fool! How could I lie to him like that? I had discovered that I just loved performing. It made me feel more alive than I had for years, and at this moment in time, I never wanted it to stop.

On the way home my mother rang to ask if it were alright for the kids to stop over as she had said she would take them out for the day tomorrow. I smiled. That meant we had the house to ourselves. After my little performance at Patty's, there was something I needed very urgently, and I guessed Tom would be only too willing to provide it.

Back home, I sat him down in his chair and did another sexy private strip for him. I wasn't surprised to see that by the time I was down to my panties, he was already stroking a growing erection. Moments later, with the last brief item removed and me totally naked, I was being pressed down onto the rug as he urgently spread my legs and entered me. That night we fucked like a couple of demented rabbits. We just seemed unable to get enough of each other's bodies. By the time we had exhausted ourselves, I could feel our combined juices seeping out of every hole in my body.

Yes, at that moment, all our troubles were forgotten and it seemed things were only going to get better. Now my first night at Mike's place could not come quick enough.

*****

Two days later I got a call from Mike. He asked if I had sorted out my costumes, and inquired if it would be possible for me to start the following evening. As I did not see any reason why not, I said yes as long as I could organize a taxi for myself.

"Book some time at a salon; get your hair done and everything; you know, the full works," he said. "Put it on the card I sent."

I thanked him. What a wonderful treat. It would be the first time I had been to the hairdresser's in six months.

I managed to get an appointment and had three hours of pampering. When at last I emerged, I felt like a million dollars. Back home, Tom complimented me on my looks, but I thought he was looking a little a little unhappy. "What's up with you?" I asked, a little concerned.

He shrugged. "It's you; you look so beautiful. I can't believe I'm letting you go over there and display yourself to a room full of strangers."

I smiled and took him in my arms. "Don't worry about it. I don't. It's just a means to an end. I just have to take my clothes off in front of some rich guys and we keep the house and pay all our bills, and once things get back to normal and you find some work, I will become your little wife and a mother again." The way I was feeling at that moment, I hoped the recession would go on for a lot longer.

I went up and packed a small case with my outfits and included some shoes. Then I sorted out a small bag for my make up and personal items. When the taxi arrived, I kissed Tom. He hugged me tightly. "I'll be thinking about you," he said as he kissed me. I felt a little guilty as he was still looking a little concerned as he waved me goodbye from the door.

The taxi ride took about an hour and the driver, a pleasant guy, chatted away to me. At first he thought I was going on holiday with my cases, but when I told him where I wanted to go, he smiled. "You a stripper then?" he asked.

I shook my head with a laugh. "No, I work in reception; I couldn't strip," I lied. "I'm a married woman with two children."

After that the conversation turned to other things, and it was quite an entertaining journey.

We finally pulled up in front of The Crystal Suite. It looked very impressive with its large pink neon sign over the dark glass and stainless steel doorway. A burly, smiling doorman opened the door for me, and inside an attractive brunette in a strapless black number looked up from her desk. "Welcome to The Crystal Suite! I guess you are Mandy, the new girl. I was told to expect you," she said looking at my cases. "I will give Mike a call." She picked up a phone and spoke into it, then she looked up at me. "He will be down in a moment."

A smiling Mike came into reception. "Glad to see you made it, Mandy."

He kissed me on the cheek. "By the way, this is Gloria," he said indicating the girl on the desk Gloria smiled. Mike relieved me of my cases and told Gloria to take them through to the dressing room while he showed me around..

He took my arm and led the way into a plush lounge. It was dimly lit with pink lighting that seemed to be a theme of the club. "This is the showroom," he said. "This is where you will perform." I looked around. There were about two dozen men seated in comfortable chairs watching a girl performing on the small stage. She was already down to her bra and thong and doing a sexy job of removing her dark stockings. We stood and watched as she slowly removed the rest of her outfit, and then after a short routine on stage, she came down into the audience sensually moving around the tables. As she did so, I noticed that the men were slipping money into a frilly garter around her thigh, and she was allowing them to touch her and stroke her body.

I looked at Mike. "Is that expected of me?" I asked.

"No, it's not expected, but it's a way of generating more cash. They never go too far, just a quick feel here and there. They seem to enjoy it and most of the girls don't mind."

Then he showed me the rest of the club including the rooms upstairs where the clients could take the girls for more private meetings. "The members have to pay for these rooms," he said. "But it's left up to you what you charge. The girls usually work a price out among themselves so that there is no undercutting, and all those girls who want to do it get the same deal."

I looked around the small tastefully decorated room with its large comfortable sofa. Could I actually bring some stranger up here and let him fuck me? I had no qualms about letting Grant and Mike have my body so why should I object to anyone else? Well, I guess I would have to see how things went.

"There's everything you need in here," he said, opening the door to a small but well set out bathroom, complete with racks of clean towels. I nodded as I poked my head inside. He had certainly thought of everything.

Mike took me back down stairs and showed me into the dressing room. There were two other girls there. I recognized one of them as the girl we had watched perform on stage earlier. She was still naked and toweling herself down. She looked up as we came in. Mike introduced me and explained to them I was the new girl. The naked girl whose name was Rhonda came over and welcomed me with a hug and a kiss. "Welcome to the club," she said. "You'll love it here. It's a great place to work." The other girl whose name was Alexis was preparing to go on stage. She nodded in my direction and smiled.

"Is Faith on stage?" Mike asked.

Rhonda nodded. "Yes, she just went up. She will be a while yet."

"Okay, I'll leave Mandy with you," Mike said. "I have a new client I need to meet. Introduce her to Faith when she comes off, and tell her to fix her a few spots this evening. She's new to this game so give her some help and show her the ropes."

Rhonda nodded. "That's okay, Mike. Leave her with us; we'll sort her out." Mike nodded a smile at me. "Just relax. They are a good crowd of girls who work here. You should all get on well together, and I'll see you later." With that, he left. Rhonda smiled. "You can use the dressing table on the left. It's unoccupied at the moment; I've put your cases there."

She went on to ask me about my experience and was quite surprised when I told her that I had not worked in a club before. Her eyebrows went up. "Mike must have seen something special in you," she said with a smile.

She slipped into a wrap and showed me around the dressing room: where the bathroom and showers were, where the coffee machine was. It appeared Mike didn't allow drinking in the dressing room. There was a speaker on the wall, and suddenly we heard applause. "That's Faith. She just finished. She will be down in a few minutes; she's the senior dancer so she runs things down here for Mike."

She made coffee for both of us. "You want one?" she asked Alexis.

"No, thanks, I'm on in a minute."

We sat chatting together. She explained about the club and the members. Then Alexis got up to go. "See you in a few minutes," she said as she left. "It's been nice meeting you."

Just then the door opened and a tall red head came in. She was naked and clutching some clothes in her arms. A red garter around her thigh was stuffed with bank notes. She smiled in my direction. "You Mandy, the new girl?" she asked. I nodded. "Let me get a quick shower and we'll talk." She dropped the clothes on a dressing table and took the notes out of her garter. "Not bad for a weekday night," she said, counting them and folding them into a purse. Then with a grin she slipped into the shower.

"I think I need to get a garter," I said to Rhonda.

She grinned. "It's the most important part of your outfit. It's the only thing you don't take off. But you don't need to get one; there's a drawer full over there; the guys pinch them so we keep a supply just in case."

Faith came back in toweling herself down. "That feels better. It's so bloody warm out there. Now let's look when I can put you on," she said going over to her dressing table and checking on a sheet. "I think you can do the next spot, Rhonda, and Mandy can follow you. It will give me a bit of time to get to know her."

Rhonda nodded. "Okay, in that case I ought to start getting ready," she said. She drank the rest of her coffee and went over to her dressing table. Faith slipped into a terry robe and sat down with me and inquired what I had done before. Again, she too was surprised that this was my first real job. "You'll be alright here," she said. "Most of the guys are great, very generous. We do have one or two odd balls, but I'll warn you about those when they are in the club." She went on to explain that I would have to dance about once every hour. "It's a complete strip every time, and before you finish, the guys like you to go down and mingle with them. I don't know how you feel about that, but that's where you can make some extra cash. You do have to put up with a few hands, but they never go too far. They know if they do, they will be ejected."

"You can also get invited for drinks at a member's table, and you probably will as you are new. They like to get close up to all the new dancers. One of the waitresses will ring through here if you have been invited. What you wear is up to you, but the less you wear, the more it is appreciated." She smiled.

I nodded. "I think I know what you mean. I have a sheer lace negligee." Faith nodded. "That should do fine, as long as you are wearing nothing under it."

"Finally, the rooms upstairs-- Has Mike mentioned them to you?" I nodded. "That's up to you. You can refuse if you are asked, but depending on what's required of you, the pay can be quite lucrative. If you go, you must let one of the waitresses know that you are going, and she can let me or Babs know. Babs is the other senior dancer when I'm off. Then we can fill in for you."

I nodded understandingly. "Okay," she said, "I think that's everything. You had better start getting yourself ready. You will be on in about twenty minutes."

As Rhonda left to do her next show, she wished me luck. I unpacked my things. I even felt a little self conscious undressing for the first time, and I noticed Faith watching me. When I had finally removed all my clothes, Faith looked at me and commented that she could now see why Mike had employed me. "You have a great body," she said. "The members are going to love you." I felt myself blushing slightly.

I picked up the basque and stockings for my first act, along with the negligee. I held them up. "Will these do?"

Faith nodded. "You look good in those, Mandy," she said. "Give it another five minutes after Rhonda comes back off stage and then go up. Phil, the stage manager, will tell you when to go on, and he also needs to know if you need any props, like a chair, stool or something. Oh, and by the way, don't forget this," she said, dangling a frilly garter from one finger. I smiled and took it from her.

Minutes later, Alexis came back in. She looked at me and nodded. "You look good in that outfit, Mandy. You should go down well; best of luck!" I smiled. All the girls were so friendly; they seemed a real nice crowd. Yes, I thought to myself, I think I am going to like it here.

I had slight butterflies as I sat waiting for my turn. I adjusted the garter into place and checked my make up. I was hoping that I didn't make a fool of myself. I knew what I had to do, and it had not been a problem so far. When at last I heard Rhonda's applause, I made my way up to the side of the stage. A young guy standing there smiled at me. "I'm Phil; I guess you are Mandy," he said. "I will announce you and tell you when to go on. I think you will find the music I've selected okay, but it's up to you to decide what you want after tonight."

Rhonda came off stage amid more applause. She stopped and hugged me. "You look wonderful. Go out there and knock ‘em dead," she said with a grin. Then she disappeared down to the dressing room.

Phil held his finger up and took a mike off a hook. "Gentlemen, tonight we have a real treat for you all. We have a new girl; it's her first time at The Crystal Suite so treat her well. Let's have a big hand for Mandy."

The music started and I walked out onto the small stage to loud applause. The place had certainly filled up a lot since I came in, and now most of the seats were taken, and some were even standing around the bar. They looked quite a respectable bunch of guys, not like the crowd at the club where I had done the competition.

I eased myself into my routine and soon the butterflies were gone, taken over by the excitement of what I was about to do. There was a polite round of applause when I at last allowed the negligee to slip away and display the sexy red basque. I could distinctly hear whispered comments of approval from the audience. I took some time un-clipping and easing off each stocking after first removing my shoes. I did it with my foot resting on a chair that Phil had placed on stage for me to use. With both of my stockings removed, I sat down on the chair and replaced my heels. There was a hushed silence from the crowd as I began to ease apart the front of the basque. It was quite unlike the shouts of "Get em off" that I had stripped to the first time. At last, the basque was open and my firm, rosy tipped breasts were on display. There were distinct sounds of groans and more whispered comments as I slipped the basque off my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor.

I stood there for a few moments close to the front of the stage smiling down at the audience as I gently began caressing my breasts and flick my fingers over my already hard nipples. I could now feel the tension building up in the room. Here I was standing with just one small item left. I turned away, did some dance steps, and lithely stretched my body causing my breasts to move and sway. Then I returned to the center of the stage. I turned my back to the audience, and taking hold of the sides of my brief thong, I pulled it away. The Velcro gave way and it slipped between my thighs. At last I was completely naked. I stood there for a moment, and then I slowly turned and faced them. There was now loud applause. I didn't move until at last the applause died down. I then walked forward and stepped down into the audience.

As I slowly made my way through the crowd, I could feel fingers thrusting notes into my garter, and other hands lightly touching my body. It was strangely exciting feeling so many hands on me. It was something I had never experienced before.

As I made my way towards the bar, I saw Mike standing there with another man, an elderly man with iron Grey hair. Mike smiled. "You did very well for your first time, Mandy."

The other guy nodded. "You are a beautiful young lady," he said. He bent down and pressed a note into my garter. I thanked him, then turned and slowly made my way back to the stage, experiencing the thrill of more hands touching my body as I went. I then did a few more turns around the stage and left amid loud applause.

Phil had collected my discarded clothes and handed them to me. "You sure went down well," he said. I nodded and made my way down to the dressing room.

Faith was ready to come up. She nodded. "It sounded as though you wowed them. I hope you have left some for the rest of us," she said with a grin.

In the dressing room, Rhonda hugged me. "You're a star," she said with a smile. Just look at all that cash."

I looked down at the garter and began pulling out the notes. There was over £100! I couldn't believe it. Just then the phone rang. Rhonda took it. Then she looked at me and nodded as she replaced it. "You're invited for drinks," she said. "Table 12. That's a good start."

"Have I time to shower?" I asked. "I'm all sweaty."

She nodded. "If you make it a quick one."

I placed my clothes on the dressing table and quickly made my way into the shower. I stood under the warm spray and let it wash away the perspiration. Then I quickly dried myself, went back to the dressing table, and checked my hair and make up. I remembered what Faith had said and just slipped the negligee over my nakedness. I glanced in the illuminated mirror. The negligee was so sheer it did not do a lot to obscure anything.

I made my way to the door that led to the showroom. I caught a waitress's eye and she escorted me to table 12. It felt quite different and exciting coming into the public room in an almost naked state more so than when I was performing on the stage.

As we approached the table, a man stood up and held his hand out. He took mine and raised it too his lips. "So very pleased to meet you, Mandy. I really enjoyed your performance."

I smiled and thanked him.

"By the way, I better introduce myself. My name is Carl, and this is George, my business partner," he said, turning to the other man at the table.

George smiled and nodded. I saw his eyes taking in my exposed body only lightly concealed by the sheer negligee. "Can we offer you champagne, young lady?"

I nodded. "That would be very nice."

He motioned to the waitress to pour out three glasses, then handed them around. He held his up. "Welcome to The Crystal Suite," he said. "I hope you are going to be with us for quite some time."

I sipped the champagne; it was icy cool and delicious. The only problem was champagne always made me horny, and I was already feeling turned on by what had happened to me during my performance. At that moment, if one of them had asked to go upstairs, I would have agreed willingly as I really needed to feel something hard inside me, so much so that I might not have even charged them.

Actually, I found the pair of them good company. They told me they owned a large store in town and loved coming to the club after work. "Its a good way of relaxing among wonderful and exciting ladies like yourself," George said with a grin, "before going back to the old bat at home."

Two more glasses later and I was even more in the mood, and when Carl did at last make the suggestion that we should go somewhere more private, I was not in the mood to refuse. He called the waitress over and spoke to her. She nodded and handed him a key. "I'll inform Faith," she said to me. The two guys rose to their feet and I followed them to the stairs. I could feel several pairs of eye watching me, knowing what I was going up stairs for. Maybe they, too, wished they were coming with me. Carl unlocked the door of one of the rooms and we went in. Another bottle of champagne rested in a bucket of ice beside the sofa.

"You want a drink?" Carl asked.

I shook my head. "No more for me just now or you will have to help yourself," I said with a grin.

As the pair of them filled their glasses, I undid the belt on the negligee and let it fall open.

"You have an incredible body," George said, looking me up and down, "and your breasts are exceptional."

"You like them?" I asked, easing the negligee open wider to expose them completely. Both guys nodded in unison. I then slipped the negligee off completely and sat down on the sofa spreading my legs slightly apart so they could get a look at the delights of my already damp pussy.

I patted the sofa beside me. "Come and join me, boys, and help yourself," I said leaning back and spreading my legs a little wider.

They accepted the invitation, and quickly leaving their champagne to go warm on the table, they were soon by my side. I groaned as I closed my eyes and felt their hands on my body caressing my breasts, pulling on my already extended nipples, and stroking over my damp pussy.

I reached down and pressed the hand on my pussy. I worked my pussy lips open. Whoever it was I just didn't care. I just wanted to feel something inside me. He got the message, and I groaned even louder as strong fingers were thrust deep into my warm wet passage. I thrust my body towards him as he began to expertly finger fuck me.

Soon I was almost losing control what with the champagne and the horny way I was feeling, and the wonderful sensation of two pairs of hands on my body. My clit was being manipulated at the same time as fingers were thrust into me. Sensations wracked my body. Hands and mouths were caressing my breasts, teeth nipping on my hard erect nipples. I cried out begging for more. I never wanted the sensations to stop, and when at last I came, it was earth shattering. I was gasping, almost unable to breathe.

At last I opened my eyes. I could feel my body was bathed in perspiration. There was wetness between my thighs. Carl and George were still by my side, smiling. "I think you enjoyed that, didn't you?" "More than you will ever know," I said in a low voice. "You must think me some sort of slut behaving like that, but the fact is, I get really turned on with the stripping and being naked in the company of strangers."

Carl smiled and ran his hand over my breast, tweaking the nipple gently. "Don't let it worry you, my dear Mandy. You were magnificent, but now its time for you to give something back."

I looked at Carl and smiled. "Whatever you want." And those two guys certainly knew what they wanted. Carl stayed on the sofa and extracted a thick cock with a bulbous head from his pants,

"Just get your sweet mouth around this," he said, running his hand along its length.

I was about to get down on my knees when George stopped me. "Just bend over," he said. "I don't want to be left out of the party."

I did as I was instructed, and soon my mouth was filled with Carl's cock. I sucked hungrily on it allowing it to go deep into my throat. Then I felt the sensation of another cock rubbing against my pussy lips. I eased my legs apart a little more and groaned as a cock eased its way into my body. It seemed to fill me, stretching my pussy to accommodate it. Then for the second time in my life, I was spit roasted. They were good friends, and while one thrust his length deep into my throat, the other speared me from the rear. I must admit for two guys of their age they certainly had stamina. Both of them managed to cum twice, filling both ends of my body with their juices.

By the time they had done with me, I must have looked a bit of a mess. My expensive hair do was mussed up, my make up smeared with a combination of their juices and perspiration, but I was well and truly satisfied.

Before they left, they thanked me, and Carl laid an envelope on the table. "I think this will cover things," he said, and with another longing look at my nakedness, they left. Alone in the small room, I filled a glass with the remains of the champagne and drank it down. I went through to the small bathroom. A nice hot shower soon revived me. I spent time redoing my hair and repairing my make up. At last I was ready for the fray again. I slipped back into the negligee and was just about to leave when I remembered the envelope that Carl had laid on the table. I picked it up and found five crisp new £50 notes. My God, I thought to myself, £250 for an hour of pure pleasure. I think I was going to like this job.

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