Even while Matthew and I were driving to the bachelor’s party I still wasn’t sure whether I would have the courage to go through with the strip show. I was dressed in an old sweatshirt and jeans, with my stripper gear in a bag. Could I do it? I was full of doubts and anxiety, but excited at the same time. The thought of peeling my clothes off in front of a crowd of men was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
The house turned out to be quite an exclusive pad. The lounge was big and the furniture had been cleared away to make space. About fifteen people were scattered about, drinking and talking, as Matthew and I walked in. All of them seemed to be men in their thirties and forties.
A good-looking chap came over. “I’m Steven,” he said. “You must be the first-time stripper? Jenny, right?”
“Yes.” I shook his hand. “Amateur actually. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Steven grinned. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Let me show you where you can change and get ready. Can we start in about fifteen minutes?” I nodded and followed him through the lounge and down a short corridor. “Have you got music?”
I handed him my USB drive. “Yes. There are three tracks on there. Just play them one after the other.”
“Thanks. I’ll call you when we’re ready to start.” He stopped at a closed door. “This is the change room. The other girl is already in there. She’ll perform after you.” He turned and went back to the lounge.
I tentatively opened the door to the changing room, which was obviously just a spare bedroom. The professional stripper was sitting at a desk doing her makeup. She was a brunette, tall and very pretty. She was wearing a simple red dress with a plunging neckline that showed every contour of what was obviously a fantastic figure. My nervousness increased.
“Hi.” She smiled at me. “I’m Pam. First time, huh?”
“Jenny. And yes. I’m so nervous you wouldn’t believe it.”
She laughed. “Don’t be. Just think of it as a job. Go out there, take off your clothes and go home with a wad of cash. Simple.”
“Easy for you to say. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“What will you be wearing?”
I took out my skirt, blouse and undies and showed them to her. “And these heels.”
“Put them on and let me see.”
It was a little awkward getting undressed with Pam watching me. But I told myself I’d better get used to it. I slipped off my clothes and put on my stripping outfit as casually as I could.
Pam looked me up and down. “Nice,” she said. “But I think you should lose the heels. They get in the way when you’re trying to get your clothes off elegantly. Rather go barefoot. Have you practiced?”
“Yes, quite a lot.”
She nodded. “OK. Just remember to go slow. And don’t show them everything at once. Keep the bastards guessing. Are you going fully nude, or just topless?”
I smiled nervously. “I still haven’t decided yet.”
“Not a problem. You can see how things are going and how you feel, then decide. I didn’t take my panties off until my third or fourth strip.” She stood up and gestured at the seat in front of the mirror. “OK, your turn.”
I sat down, combed my hair and put on my makeup. My hands were shaking and part of me was screaming “Get out now! Run!” But I stayed put, finished up and took off the high heels. What Pam said about the shoes made sense.
“Here’s an old stripper trick,” said Pam. “Wet your panties at the bottom. It makes it look like you’re turned on, and drives the guys wild.”
“I don’t think I need to.” I grinned. “I’m wet already just thinking about it.”
Pam laughed. “Yeah, that happens the first few times. But wait until you’ve done twenty strips – it’ll be as much of a turn-on as a stale sandwich.”
A minute later there was a knock on the door and Steven poked his head inside. “Are you ready, Jenny?” I nodded. “OK, come into the corridor and I’ll start the music as soon as you give me the thumbs-up.”
I followed him outside and stood in the corridor, round the corner from the lounge. I went over my routine in my head, my stomach churning. The moment of truth had arrived. Was I up for this? Would I mess it up? Would I run out in panic? Or worse, would the guys think I was terrible, or ugly and unattractive? I tried to force myself to relax, and told myself that everybody has a first time, but nothing seemed to work. I just got more and more nervous as I heard Steven introducing me as an amateur, performing a strip for the first time.
“Absolutely no photography,” warned Steven. “Jenny’s doing this as a favour, so put your phones away and just enjoy the show. After Jenny we’ll have Pam. You can film her show if you like.” He walked over to the corridor and looked round the corner at me. “Are you ready? Shall I start your music?”
My lips were trembling and I didn’t trust myself to speak. Last chance to back out! Instead I just nodded. Steven gave me the thumbs up and disappeared back into the lounge. My hands were shaking.
A moment later I heard my first song begin. I took a deep breath in a last attempt to calm my nerves and then pranced out into the lounge. The lights were bright and there was a standing lamp illuminating the area set aside as a stage. The guys were sitting or standing around, drinks in hand, and when they saw me there was a ragged cheer. I glimpsed Matthew at the back. He smiled encouragingly at me.
I went into the dance routine I’d practiced, forcing myself to look out at the audience and smile in what I hoped was an enticing way. Surely everybody could see that I was half frightened to death? My smile was probably more a grimace of fear than a sexy grin. On one of my turns to the side I saw that Pam had come into the corridor from the changing room and was watching me. She also smiled and gave a thumbs up.
I started to feel a little more relaxed and reached up to untie the knot of my shirt. Even the loose knot I’d tied was hard to undo with my hands shaking as they were. That forced me to stretch it out, and even when the knot was undone I only let my shirt sway open gradually, showing glimpses of my bra. “Slowly! Slowly!” I kept repeating to myself.
Finally I let the shirt hang open and continued dancing, letting the shirt swing from side to side. I stood with my back to the audience and slowly slid the shirt off my shoulders, down my back and threw it to the side. Then I swung to the front again and began working on my skirt. Suddenly I found I was enjoying it, and was gratified to see a couple of guys at the front adjusting their pants at their crotches. They had erections! I’d made them hard!
My doubts and fears were all but erased, and I concentrated on twirling round so that my skirt flared out and showed hints of my panties. I worked the skirt’s zipper down, shimmied my hips and slowly let it fall to the floor. I was now in front of a crowd of men, naked except for some very revealing underwear! By now the guys were clapping rhythmically and I was getting turned on myself.
My second song began just as I reached behind my back to unhook my bra strap. At least my hands weren’t shaking any more, and I managed to unclip the hooks without fumbling. I kept the cups over my breasts and teasingly slipped the straps off my shoulders, before finally letting my bra fall. I tossed it aside, swept my hair back and faced the room, breasts bare. My heart was pounding with a combination of excitement, terror and a sense of wonder that I was actually doing this. There was a huge cheer, and I cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples like I’d seen the professional strippers do. My nipples were hard. I danced towards the nearest guys and swayed around in front of them. One of them reached out for my boobs but I bobbed back before he could touch me.
I was loving it! The guys obviously loved me, and it seemed like my show was sexy enough to get them turned on. I could feel that I was wet myself. I still hadn’t decided whether I would take my panties off but I was having such a good time I found I wanted to go the whole way.
Again I turned my back on the audience and slowly wriggled my panties down. My third song was playing as I stepped out of my panties, and I turned round to face the audience before the song finished. I was stark naked, and had a moment of panic at the realization that I was totally exposed in front of a crowd of people who were staring at my boobs and pussy! But I squashed my terror, smiled coquettishly and continued dancing.
I wanted to finish on a high at the same time as the music ended, so I waltzed around and as the last notes began I bowed to the audience, picked up all my clothes and minced off down the corridor. Pam was grinning and gave me a high-five as I came past her. The crowd was cheering and clapping, and I was so turned on I nearly masturbated in the change room. But I wanted to see Pam’s show, so I didn’t bother with undies but quickly pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt and went back into the corridor.
I was just in time to see Pam perform her routine. I had to admit that it was slick and professional, and made my show look amateurish. She had a fantastic figure – full, heavy breasts, slim hips and a flat stomach. She stripped nude, sat back in a chair and lifted her legs up and wide open. Her pussy was shaved smooth, pink and wet. Then she took a red dildo and in front of everybody inserted it into her vagina. She fucked herself with the dildo for a minute or two, feigning orgasm, then stood up, pointed at the guy about to get married and beckoned him over.
He stood up, his jeans already tented in front from an obvious erection. Pam danced around him and slowly undressed him until he was also naked. His cock was big and stiff as a flagpole. She made him lie down on the floor then straddled him, facing his feet. She leaned over so that her breasts touched his cock while her naked pussy was an inch or so from his face. She rubbed one breast on his cock then the other while the guy strained his head up to reach her pussy with his mouth. But she’d done this before and kept her cunt out of reach of his tongue. In the meantime her breasts and nipples were on his cock, which was wet with cum. The guy must have been going crazy, but Pam kept him on the edge for ages.
But eventually he could take no more. His cock shuddered and cum burst out. Pam had moved back a moment before so she escaped the deluge. Still, her breasts were wet. She towelled herself dry then walked among the guys sitting there, letting several of them lick her nipples. One chap put his hand between her legs, but she turned swiftly and slapped his hand away. She finished her show by fetching a chair which she placed in front of everybody. Then she sat back, opened her legs wide and lifted them up above her head. Her pussy was spread wide open, glistening and pink.
The noise of the cheering was loud as Pam walked back to the change room. “What did you think?” she asked me.
“Your show was amazing! Incredibly sexy. Even I was turned on. Quite a few of those guys must have cum in their pants.”
Pam grinned. “Thanks.” She rummaged in her bag and found a clean set of undies. As I watched her pull on her bra and panties I realized that strippers were normal people, and that stripping was just a job to them. Her underwear was plain, old and worn, nothing fancy or revealing or even skimpy. She packed all her gear away then pulled a card out of her purse. “This is the agency I work through,” she said, handing me the card. “They arrange shows like this. If you want to get into private stripping, give them a call. I’ll tell them I saw your first show and can recommend you.”
The card read “XYZ Escorts and Stripping”, with a picture of a half-clad girl plus phone numbers, email addresses and a web site. “They’ll probably want you to do an audition before they take you on,” said Pam. “But if you just do the show you did tonight you’ll be fine. They don’t expect all their strippers to do what I did with that guy. And they may want to take a few pictures of you.”
“Thanks.” I put the card away. “And thanks for the tips and advice. You really helped me a lot.”
“No problem. Take care.” And with that Pam swept out of the change room.
I wandered back to the lounge, looking for Matthew. I needed a lift home, and was a little uneasy about standing around talking to a bunch of turned-on men who’d seen me naked. Then I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t put on my underwear. I scooted back to the change room, undressed and looked around for my bra and panties. Just as I was about to pull on my panties the door suddenly opened. It was Matthew, and he looked startled when he saw me naked. “Oops, sorry Jenny.”
He started closing the door but I called out, “Don’t worry about it. You’ve already seen everything there is to see. You may as well come in.”
He came back inside, looking a little shifty. I could see he was trying not to stare at my breasts. I was enjoying his discomfort and decided to prolong it. I pulled on my panties then stood braless in front of the mirror and brushed my hair. I could see Matthew eyeing my reflection in the mirror. “How was my show?” I asked. “Did the guys enjoy it?”
“It was fantastic, Jenny! You were like a professional! I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve ever stripped.”
I turned to face him, still topless, and smiled. “Glad to hear it. Now hand me my bra, please.”
He picked up my bra and I slipped my arms through the straps. Then I turned my back to him. “Can you do it up?”
I felt his fingers on my back, fiddling with the hooks. His hands were trembling. It took a few attempts, but finally it was done.
I turned back, leaned in close so that my breasts touched his chest and kissed him on the cheek. “Now can you give me a lift home?”