Dancing - Sexgeschichten

Dancing

... blouse, a thong for show and a matching bra. It provided a good three song set, leaving her in a too tight thong and pasties at the half way stage of the last song.

By the end of the first song she had shed her blouse. Cindy nodded her approval as the next song began. By the end of that song Sandy had shed her skirt. Cindy smiled sipping her drink. The third song of the set began. Sandy lost the outer thong and her bra just as they had practiced. Cindy tipped her glass. Sandy smiled at the approval. By the end of the third song Sandy stood bare-chested with only two small pasties covering her nipples and too tight thong defining the edges of her sex. Cindy sat through another few sets before leaving.

Jack arrived about 8PM. Sandy blushed as he waved timidly sitting away from the stage. They had agreed to that. Sandy felt uneasy as the bra came off. Her breasts swayed freely. The thong was next. Sandy mellowed with anxious embarrassment having her husband watching her strip in front of nearly no one. Sandy smiled taking her break.

Hi. So what do you think? Jack asked quietly as Sandy sat down next to him.

Its embarrassing having you watch me. This is a dive and a dead dive at that. Sandy mused.

Do you want me to leave? Jack asked honestly.

Sandy paused. No. If I do this, we do it together or not at all. Sandy touched his hand in reassurance. This is a lot more work than you might think. Im bushed.

They chatted about stuff the stuff days are made of. Thats ...

... my cue. Breaks over. Stay awhile, please. Sandy asked standing to leave.

Sure. Ill be glad to. Jack said cheerfully.

Sandy danced most of night to a few drunks and fewer tips. The crowds started to pick up about 9:30 PM. Jack left about 9. Sandy was tired by the time the tips began to keep pace with the beat of the music. She was catching the drift of exotic dance. Dance to the tippers strip to those paying to see her stuff. And she could strut her stuff! The tips began to pick up. That first night was a learning, trying experience.

By the end of the first month she had developed a small following of guys that came in just to watch her strut. Business was up, for her and the pub. Sandy learned to satisfy her sensuality validated with her dance.

Genesis moved her up to a nicer club more girls better conditions better tips etc. Sandy was enjoying herself. Jack attended when he could but usually he was taking care of J.J. It had been almost three months since that first interview.

Party Dancing

Don handed Sandy, Suzy, and Tina an address with their pay stubs. Its a company party, some big deal closing. Take good care of this guy. Hes paying big money for you three.

A private party. What was that exactly? Sandy was not sure, except that she had a command performance Saturday night with two of the other girls.

So what should I do? Sandy asked quietly of Suzy, one of the other girls assigned to the Party.

Do? Defend yourself. Suzy quipped. These guys can ...