Stripper by Lady Grey
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LadyGrey

Stripper by Lady Grey

This a re-edited version of a story posted about 4 years ago. Hope my old fans like reading it again and my new ones enjoy it for the first time.

It all started with a simple thing, an inoffensive book of matches that fell out of Dave's shirt pocket while I was sorting out his dirty clothes ready for the washing. I picked it up off the floor, somewhat surprised to discover it because Dave was not a smoker. "Les Girls" it said in bright red neon letters on the shiny black cover. Upon opening, I noted the address was a city centre strip club here in town.

What the hell was Dave doing with these in his pocket? Where had he gotten them I wondered? I popped them on the dressing table. I would challenge him about them later when he returned from work, but I was to find out something later that day that made me even more curious.

It was while I was doing some shopping in the supermarket. I bumped into my friend Allison, and we went for a coffee together. Allison was the wife of Mike, one of Dave's friends. We had been out with them in a foursome a few times. It was when she brought up the subject of the guy's regular Wednesday snooker night that I began to suspect something.

"Has Dave said anything about why they are coming home later than usual after their snooker night?" she inquired. "They used to get in before midnight, but sometimes it's a lot later." I realised what she was saying was correct. Yes, they were coming in later than they had been.

"I just wondered," Allison said, "if they have been telling us the truth: if they were actually playing snooker or up to something else." It was then I remembered the book of matches. I decided to say nothing to Allison for the moment, but I thought I would check up on things for myself.

The following day I was in town shopping and happened to pass the strip club. Its flashy entrance with the red neon sign and the display of pictures of naked and semi naked girls adorned the entrance walls. I was just looking at the pictures and wondering to myself if Dave and his friends were actually coming in here when he was telling me and the other wives that they were playing snooker.

I was suddenly startled by a voice behind me. "If you are looking for a job, we can always find a place for an attractive lady like you." I turned and looked into the handsome tanned face that smiled down at me.

I felt my self blushing. "I was just looking," I stammered, and turned quickly and moved off into the street. Across the road from the club, I spotted a small wine bar. God, I needed a drink. I went in and ordered a glass of white wine and found myself a table near the window. When the drink arrived, I took a long swallow. Yes, I needed that. I looked across the road at the strip club. The handsome guy who had spoken to me was still there in the doorway chatting to another guy. I watched as they spoke together for a few minutes. Then they disappeared into the club together.

It was then part of a plan came together. If I were to come in here on Dave's snooker night, I could see if this were where they were going. Then I could have it out with him. So on the following Wednesday night, I made an excuse saying I was meeting up with a friend from work, and I made my way into town and to the wine bar. It was a lot more crowded that it had been during the day. Annoyingly, all the tables by the windows were full, but I managed to get a stool on the end of the bar from where I still had a reasonably good view of the entrance to the strip club.

I felt a little self conscious sitting there on my own, and a couple of guys even tried to chat me up, but I told them in no uncertain terms that I was waiting for a friend and they moved away. A tall stunning looking blond came in carrying a small overnight case and took the stool next to me. She placed her case on the floor next to the stool. "Keep your eye on that, will you, darling? I'm desperate for a pee." I nodded and watched her as she tripped off in the direction of the ladies room on exceedingly high heels.

When she came back, she thanked me. "Been stood up?" she inquired.

I shook my head and smiled. "No, just waiting for a friend, but she's a little late."

We got to chatting. I found out her name was Gloria, and more amazingly, that she was a dancer and worked at the strip club across the road. "I like to come in here and have a drink with real people before performing in front of the perverts across the road," she said.

"Is that what they are?" I asked. "Perverts?"

She laughed. "Not really, not all of them. Some are just out for a good night out, but you do get the occasional pervert."

She was fun to chat with as she related some funny stories about her job. I was so interested in listening to her that I almost missed seeing Dave and his mates slipping into the club.

Gloria noticed my look as I watched them go in. "Someone you know?" she inquired.

I nodded. "Yes, my bloody husband and his mates. He's supposed to be playing snooker."

She laughed. "Well, he will certainly be playing with his balls tonight, but not the ones he should be." She ordered another round of drinks, and I told her the story about finding the incriminating book of matches. "I had suspected something was not right, and I wanted to see for myself before confronting him."

She sympathized with me and said that if he were her guy, she would make him suffer for it. "Tell you what," she said. "How about coming across to the club and see what he is up to? You can come back stage with me and watch him. He won't be able to see you. The manager does not mind us bringing friends in." The idea did appealed to me, but I did not know if I really wanted to go that far. But in the end Gloria persuaded me. I bought us another round of drinks and we drank them swiftly. Gloria picked up her case, and I followed her across the road.

She spoke to the girl on the pay desk who smiled at me. "Have fun," she said with a wink. I followed Gloria through the doors and down the dimly lit passage. Loud music was coming from somewhere on the other side of the wall. She pushed open a door labeled, ‘Dressing Room,' and I found myself in a brightly-lit room that reeked of perfume mixed with deodorants and hair spray.

There were already three girls in the room: two seated at dressing tables in skimpy revealing costumes applying make up, and another tall red head completely naked apart from hold up stockings and high heels. She was toweling herself down. I guessed she must have just come off stage. I felt a little embarrassed at all the nakedness as Gloria introduced me and explained to the three of them why I was there.

"If you want a coffee, there's one over there." Gloria pointed to a coffee machine in the corner. "Or there are cool drinks in the fridge. We are not usually allowed alcohol while we are working".

In the distance, I heard the music stop and a round of applause. "Who's on next?" Gloria asked.

"Sandi's on first, then me, and then you," one of the girls answered. "You've got about twenty minutes".

Suddenly the door opened and another naked girl came in carrying a bundle of clothes which she dropped on the dressing table, and then plunked herself down on a chair. "Gee, it's warm out there." Then she looked over at me and smiled. "You a new one?" she inquired

I shook my head. Gloria explained my presence and she laughed. "Sneaky," she said with a grin, "very sneaky."

I heard the music start up and one of the girls stood up. "That's my music. Well, here I go into the lion's den."

As she was going out, the one who had just returned called after her, "Watch out for the guys on the middle table; one of them is all hands."

Gloria looked across at me. "I hope that's not your husband," she said with a grin.

I went over and got myself a coffee and sat down at the place the last dancer had just vacated. Gloria started to undress, and I felt myself getting quite warm as I watched her strip out of her outdoor clothes. When she was naked, I could not help but notice that she had a stunning figure: firm breasts sporting large prominent nipples, a trim waist, and long shapely legs. The one other thing I could not help but notice was her smooth hairless pussy mound.

She selected some skimpy items from her case and slipped into them. "Not a lot of point in putting a lot on when you are only going to be taking it off again," she grinned.

We sat and chatted for a while until the other dancer arrived back. She stood up and motioned me to follow her. A short passage led to the back stage area. It was quite dark as Gloria led the way. Now I could clearly hear the noise of the audience. She led me to a position where there was a ray of light coming through a small square opening. "If you stand there," she said pointing to a position near the light, "that's a one way mirror. You can see through onto the stage, but they can't see you. If you stand there, you will be able to see the audience and all that goes on."

Just then I heard a voice announce, "Okay gentlemen, settle down. I want to bring on stage the lady you have all been waiting for: the lovely, the gorgeous, Gloria!" The music started up, and with a wink, Gloria walked out on to the stage amid loud applause.

I moved to the small hole and looked through. I could see everything quite clearly. I searched the audience and quickly spotted Dave and his mates sitting at a table just to the right of the stage. Apart from Dave, Mike, Allison's husband, was the only other one of them I recognized.

I watched Gloria as she strutted around the stage. This was actually the first time I had ever seen a stripper perform in real life. I had seen them on TV and on films before, but never for real. As I watched her begin her act, I began to wonder what it must feel like to strip off all your clothes in front of crowds of men like these and get to sport yourself naked in front of them.

She was good. I recognized that instantly. She teased them as she slowly slipped out of her skimpy outfit. There were whistles and shouts when her breasts came into view, and when she at last slipped off her G-string to reveal all, there was loud applause and stamping of feet.

I was surprised to discover that this was not the end of her act. Now that she was naked, she actually made her way down into the audience. As she danced slowly around the tables, she allowed the men to touch her body. Eager hands groped at her breasts and caressed her bottom. She grinned at them as she laughingly pushed them away. She even got them to assist her up onto the tables where she performed exceedingly erotic movements displaying every intimate inch of her body for their closer inspection.

I even began to feel myself getting very heated as I watched her. I was even beginning to get turned on by her performance. Then I watched as she was helped up onto the table where Dave and his mates were sitting. She stood there, legs slightly parted, moving her hips in a sexy circular movement. She was looking down at them in a very sexy manner. From the position she was in, I saw that Dave and his friends were all looking straight at her smooth shaven pussy revealed in all its detail before them.

I did not believe what I saw next. Dave reached out and slid his hand up between her legs. I knew that he must be either touching, or maybe even entering, her exposed pussy. I turned away. I couldn't believe I was seeing my husband doing this to another woman. I just could not believe it. Then the music stopped and there was loud applause, and Gloria was helped down from the table. Moments later she was back by my side perspiring profusely.

She was smiling. "Well, what did you think?"

I looked at her. "It was certainly an eye opener," I said.

"Did you get to see your hubby?" she inquired.

"See him? Oh, yes, I saw him, and saw what he did. He was the guy on that last table who ran his hand up your leg."

"Oops," she said with a wide grin.

I followed her back to the dressing room. I was fuming. I wanted to go out there and tackle Dave there and then, but Gloria talked me out of it. "You will only make yourself look a fool. It's not worth it. I've a much better idea if you are willing to go through with it."

I listened to her idea and have to admit I was a little taken aback by the plan, but the more I thought about it, the more it appealed to me. But the problem was, could I actually go through with it? That was a totally different issue.

Her plan was that I should become a stripper, even if it were only for one night and one performance, and I should perform on stage on a night when Dave was in the audience. It was a cunning plan, one that actually appealed to me, but could I go through with it? Could I go out there like she had and take all my clothes off in front of a room full of strangers?

The other girls thought the idea was a bit of a giggle, and they said they would help me in any way they could. Gloria said she could teach me a simple routine, and between them, they could come up with an interesting outfit to suit the occasion. I was still not too sure, but revenge was sweet, and I arranged to meet up with Gloria the following day to tell her my decision.

We met in the wine bar where I had met her the night before. We sat and had a drink. "Well," she said looking at me, "what have you decided?"

I took a long drink, then looked at her. "I think I want to give it a go. I wasn't sure last night, but when Dave came home, I almost said something. Then he went on about how the snooker game had gone, and I thought, right, it's time for a showdown."

She smiled. "Good for you girl; let's get these drinks down and go across there and kick some arse."

We finished the drinks, and then made our way across to the club. It did not open for business during the day, and it was strange to see it dark and silent. She took me out onto the small stage, switched on some lights, and began to go through a routine with me. She showed me how to stand and how to move around the stage. I had been taught dancing in my younger days, and it is something you don't forget easily.

Gloria commented that I was a very natural mover. Although the idea of getting my own back on Dave was the driving force in what I was doing, the thought of actually doing it was even more daunting now that I was standing out here. In a week's time I would be out here on my own, standing here in front of a room full of lusting guys actually taking my clothes off and having to perform naked in front of them. I shivered at the thought; could I actually go through with it?

Gloria was wonderfully supportive, and assured me that I could. It was with her help and assurance that over the next few days I learned and practiced the routine that I would perform on the night. She showed me how to remove my clothes with practiced ease. Velcro was the answer: no buttons and catches to get confused with. She showed me how to remove each article slowly and suggestively, and how to tease and use the discarded item to the greatest effect.

The first time I had to undress completely for Gloria was in the dressing room, and even in front of her, I felt some embarrassment. She enthused about my figure and complimented me, making me feel good as she helped me to dress in the outfit that had been selected for me. We had talked about it, and decided after some deliberation that I should be dressed as a school girl. I had mentioned to Gloria that this was something I knew Dave had fantasies about.

She showed me how each piece of the outfit came off, and we laughed as she showed me how to use them to tease the audience. The most embarrassing time was the day she mentioned to me about my pubic hair. Although I did my bikini lines quite often, I still had a fair bush. "It would be much better if you shaved it clean," she said with a smile. They like it that way, and it makes you feel better." She even offered to do it for me. As it was something I had never done before, I reluctantly agreed to let her. At first I felt a little embarrassed and ill at ease sitting there with my legs wide apart while she first trimmed the excess with scissors before gently rubbing in cream. Then she expertly shaved me smooth. After this, she applied a soothing cream, and finally powdered me. By the time she had finished, I was actually becoming turned on by her attention to my most intimate parts. As this was Monday, I knew that I had two days I needed to conceal my shaven pussy from Dave, for I did not want to try to explain things to him.

In the afternoon, I went through a full routine with Gloria. She had sorted out some music. She explained to me how to time my routine, not to go too fast and not too slow. I had two pieces of music to strip to, and a third much slower one to perform to, about nine or ten minutes in all, but I knew it would feel like a lifetime when I was out there naked and on my own.

"Just one more day," she said as I was back in the dressing room getting dressed. "We will go through it once more tomorrow, and I am sure you will do fine." I was still not too sure, but by now I knew I had to go through with it, or make myself look foolish in front of the other girls.

I went in on Tuesday and Gloria informed me that today I was going to have to do it for real without any help from her. She would just sit and watch. I never thought much about it. I was still a little nervous when my music started and the lights came up. I took a deep breath and walked out onto the small stage. The bright lights hid Gloria from my view as I began my routine. I followed her instructions carefully, and my outfit came off without any trouble.

When I was naked, I went through my little performance easily, knowing (or so I thought at the time) that only Gloria was out there. But even then I was having some doubts and wondering what I would feel like tomorrow when the house was full. One thing we had decided on was that I would not work off the stage like she did in her routine, but remain on stage and out of the reach of groping hands. That was at least something I was pleased about.

When the music finished and I completed my act, I was more than a little surprised and shocked to hear more than one person applauding. As the house lights came on, not only was the club manager, the good looking guy who had spoken to me on that first day, sitting in the seats with Gloria, but there was also another guy who I recognized as one of the stage crew sitting at the lighting console.

I suddenly released that I was stranding there naked. I quickly bent down and grabbed for the nearest piece of my discarded clothing and held it in front of me, not that I was able to cover a lot with it. I felt myself redden. Gloria saw my embarrassment and quickly came up onto the stage with a wrap that she draped around my shoulders. I was thankful to be covered.

She said she was sorry for the surprise, but she had done it for two reasons. First, the manager had insisted that he see the routine in person before Wednesday just to make sure I was okay to go on, and second, that I had done the routine at least once in front of someone other than Gloria before the night.

I calmed down a little realizing she was right, and when the manager came up on stage with a bottle of champagne and some glasses, I at least managed a smile as he congratulated me on my performance. He even offered me a job at the club any time I needed one.

It still felt a little strange to be standing there drinking with this guy knowing that he had just seen me naked. I also got an interesting feeling deep between my thighs knowing that I had actually stripped naked in front of a couple of guys who were total strangers. I realised I was feeling really horny.

I must say I was in a bit of a state the following day. This was it; would I be able to do it when the moment came? I let Dave leave the house before me, and then I rang for a taxi to take me down to the club. I knew he would meet up with the others and call for a drink first, so I knew I would get there well before him.

At the club, the girls made me welcome, and even the manager had relaxed his drinking rule for one evening and sent a couple of bottles of wine in. After a couple of large glasses, I began to feel a bit better. I was still feeling very nervous as I undressed and changed into my stage costume. I felt my fingers shaking as I secured the Velcro straps.

I was to be the fourth girl on. Gloria informed me that it was early enough for them not to be too drunk, but warmed up enough to give me a good reception. By the time the second girl came off, I was again having serious doubts, but with another glass of wine in me and Gloria's continued encouragement, I was ready when at last my turn arrived. Gloria came out with me and stood gripping my hand as we looked out through the one way mirror. I saw the room was now fairly full, and that Dave and his mates were all seated at their usual table.

My legs were beginning to shake, and the butterflies were beating hell out of my stomach as the compe´re (master of ceremonies) began. "Gentleman, we have a special surprise for you tonight," he announced. "A new girl, Tammy. It is her first time, and I want you to give her a big welcome." There was applause and murmurs from the audience. My music began. This was it, I thought. "Gentleman, I give you Tammy," and with a slight push of encouragement from Gloria, I was out on stage.

I don't know how long it was before Dave recognized me; instantly, I suppose, because I dare not look in his direction. I had removed my white blouse and slipped daintily out of my short dark pleated skirt and was sitting on the chair provided removing my long white socks before I dared steal a glance in his direction.

I was not then sure if the look on his face was surprise or anger for what I was doing. But it was too late to do anything about it now. I was pleasantly surprised how the rest of the audience had reacted to me, and was suddenly beginning to enjoy their attention and even to get more than a little excited by it.

Now I was down to my last two articles of clothing, and even the thought of totally exposing myself was still a little daunting. So it was after some verbal encouragement from the crowd that I pulled at the strap of my bra and felt it come loose. I remembered Gloria's instructions. Take it off slowly; hide your nipples until the last moment. I slipped my arms out of the straps and cupped the skimpy bra to my breasts. I could distinctly feel that my nipples were already incredibly hard and erect under my hands. "Off! Off!" the audience shouted.

I could tease them no longer. I let it fall away. There were shouts and there were whistles of approval as my naked breasts were at last exposed. The sensation of standing there almost naked was weird; it felt exciting and strange at the same time. I now wanted them all to look at me, to look at my naked breasts. I even thought I would have liked to have let them touch them, but this was not what I had been told to do.

I moved around the stage gyrating to the beat of the throbbing music, caressing my breasts, teasing the nipples to an even harder state until they almost hurt. At this stage, I even went and stood in front of Dave's table, rolling my breasts in my hands. He just stared as if mesmerized, but Mike winked at me and smiled.

Now was the point in the music when I had finally to reveal everything. I positioned myself in centre stage, stood with legs slightly apart, and as the music reached its conclusion, I gripped the brief panties and ripped them away from my body. The music stopped, there was a moment's silence, and then the applause, cheers and whistles started. I stood there at last completely naked.

Then the soft tones of the last piece of music started. I again began to move slowly around the small stage. It was an unbelievable feeling to be dancing and exhibiting myself naked in front of so many lusting guys. Now, suddenly, I wanted them to see me, to be able to see every intimate detail of my naked body. I positioned myself at the edge of the stage just out of hand's reach and did a floor routine, opening my legs wide and exposing to them the delights of my smooth shaven pussy.

Then I moved over and did the same in front of Dave's table. I could still not judge his reactions, but Mike was certainly enjoying himself, leaning forward closely watching as I stroked my fingers across my pussy lips, and was not surprised to feel the warm wetness just beginning to seep out. At last it was over. I got to my feet amid wild applause, and with one last wave, I walked from the stage.

Gloria was waiting for me and she hugged me. "You were great, a natural," she said. "Did you see Dave's face?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I'm not sure what he was thinking."

I went with her to the dressing room, and I was toweling myself down when there was a knock at the door. It opened and one of the waitresses came in carrying a large bottle of champagne. She passed me a note. I opened it slowly. "To the most beautiful wife in the world," it said. "Come home quickly; I have another present for you."

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