We first saw the sign on the "strip" as we headed towards the
beach. The sign in front of the lounge said "Amateur
Night-Mondays". Craig teased me that I should enter. It was said in
a joking way that meant he would laugh it off if I did but also meant
that he wished I might take it serious. I wasn't particular
interested in showing my body to the world (atleast not more than you
could see in my bikini) so I laughed and we changed subjects. It was
early on Saturday morning and the strip looked gaudy and lifeless in
the sunlight. It needed the darkness of the night for its light to
come on and bring it to life. All the people were either still home
in bed or already staking their claims to sections of the beach.

Craig and I were staying at a nice place right on the beach. I
was a little nervous since this was our first weekend together. We
had been only dating about a month and a half and were just getting
use to each other. Sex was just starting to get good as we learned
each others likes and dislikes. This weekend was a big step for us.

I had been looking forward to it since Craig had suggested it two
weeks ago.

There is something so sensual about the beach...the hot sun
warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing skimpy clothing, the
night life of the bars, a strange bedroom where you don't have to
clean up afterwards. I always over indulge all my appetites at the
beach. I eat too much, drink too much...

We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Our room was high up in
the hotel, overlooking the beach. As Craig set the bags in the room,
I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and stepped out. It
was going be a beautiful sunny day. I couldn't wait to sit out on
the beach. Craig disappeared into the bathroom and I swiftly changed
into my bikini. It was a white strapless number cut high on the
sides that really set off my tan and dark hair well.

Craig exited the bathroom as I was collecting my things for the
beach (lotion, towel, glasses, book, etc). He let out a wolf whistle
and I just laughed.

"That's worth the three hour drive alone!" , he said. He came
up behind me as I continued to pack my things for the beach. His
hands encircled my waist and I leaned back against him. The beach
would still be there in another hour (or two?). His hands slid under
the top and pulled it over my breasts. Both hands took a breast and
started to fondle them. I purred. For two minutes we just stood
there, him slowly fondling my breasts and me leaning back against
him. I could feel his bulge staring to grow against my backside. He
was kissing my neck, and finally I turned around so that I could
return his kiss.

"You definitely have too many clothes on for the beach", I
said. "How do you ever expect to get a tan like that?" I started
unbuttoning his shirt. He just stood there with his hands on my
breasts while I unbuttoned his shirt and pants. I lowered his pants
and he still did not make any move to let go of my nipples, which he
was rolling between his fingers. "If I don't get some help, we'll
never get you undressed" I told him. He reluctantly let go and I
pulled the shirt off his shoulders and helped him step out of his
pants.

We hugged, his hairy chest against my bare chest, and walked to
the bed embracing. Craig fell back onto the bed with me on top. His
hand entered the back of my bikini bottom and I lifted momentarily to
allow him to remove the them. I reached down and pulled his jockey
shorts down and off his legs. We kissed again as his hands went over
my bottom and I reached for his cock.

He gasped into my ear, "Sit on my face." Not an invitation he
would have to repeat twice, one of my favorite things is to be on top
of a man's face, it gives me such a feeling of control and power. I
waked on my knees up to the headboard and lowered myself on his
tongue. I looked in my reflection in the mirrored wall over the
headboard. In the background, I could see the ocean wave out over
our balcony (we were up too high (23 floors) to see the beach or to
worry about being seen from the beach). Craig's tongue soon had me
dancing on his face. The room's temperature was swiftly rising from
both the heat we were generating and the open door to the balcony.

My reflection was covered with sweat as I continued to roll on his
face. I had a few small orgasm and built to a large one. After I
came back down, I rolled off his face (he did need to breath) and
curled up by his side. His face was covered by my juices as he held
me close.

Craig got up from the bed and walked to the balcony. He closed
the door and turned the air conditioner on high. "You are just to
hot to handle", he joked. "We have a nice view of the ocean from
here. I hope we get to see it eventually up close." I could see
that he needed relief from more than the heat. I got out of the bed
and joined him in front of the sliding glass door. I put my arm
around him and looked out at the ocean. I bent down and took his
cock in my mouth. After a couple of licks, I dropped to my knees and
started to take him into my mouth. His hands reached into my hair.

After a few minutes, Craig said, "I didn't work you up and get you
all wet for nothing. I want to take you right here on the carpet,
where we can both look out at the ocean." I knew that this was
Craig's way of being nice to me. He knows that I don't like to suck
cock to completion. I just have never developed a taste for sperm.

I moved forward on my hands and knees to the edge of the glass. Craig
dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me from behind. He
leaned forward over my back and I could feel his breath on the back
of my neck. He thrust and I tried to match his rhythm. He had been
denied too long, and the pace quickly picked up. Each thrust, I
would open my eyes out onto the ocean. When he would withdraw, I
would close them again and back up trying to keep him inside. Soon,
we both were reaching a crescendo.

Coming back to our senses, I shakily got up and returned to the
bed. I picked up my discarded swimsuit. A quiet afternoon on the
beach was a perfect prescription. I started to head to the shower
but Craig stopped me, "Let's go down now."

"But I need to clean up first", I replied.

"But you look beautiful with that just fucked look.

All the men will be so jealous of me. Besides, we can let the
ocean clean us." Craig reached into his bag and pulled out his swim
trunks. He looked worse then I did, with my dried juices still on
visible on his face. I quickly slipped back into my bikini and
brushed my hair. We grabbed our things and headed for the
elevator. In the elevator, I could still smell our sex in the
confined area. Part way down, the elevator stopped and a middleaged
couple joined us. The men kept sniffing around, not quite able to
place the smell. When we got off, we both broke into laughter.

Reaching the beach, we set our towels and things down. The
beach was already crowded and we ended up fairly far up it before
finding a suitable spot. I noticed more than one male's head turn
(and a couple female's as well) as we walked down the beach. Craig
and I both ran into the ocean and splashed around. We swam out a
little bit and rode a couple waves back in. I got out and toweled
myself off and Craig wasn't far behind me. He helped rub the suntan
lotion into my body and then I returned the favor. We laid out the
rest of the afternoon.

Later, rested, showered, and refreshed, we went out to dinner
and than to hit the clubs. I just love to dance and the drinks and
the music kept flowing. At 1:30 a.m., we were still going strong.

The dancing and the drinks were making me hot, so I did not object
when Craig suggested a moonlit walk on the beach. It was quite
bright out that night,being near the full moon. We walked arm in
arm. We could see that we weren't the only ones with that idea as
there were other couples walking down the beach. Craig suggested
skinny dipping and I punched him (lightly) in the stomach. I was
slightly drunk but I wasn't that drunk.

Instead we headed for a sand dune. But once again, we had not
been alone in the thought. We heard moaning coming from behind some
brush. Craig put his hand over my mouth before I could speak and
guided me down onto the sand. We crawled to the rise of the dune and
looked over. There was a couple in the middle of the act. She was
on her back in the sand with her legs spread, he was in between them
pumping furiously away. They were not far from the point of no
return. She was a cute blond who was very young. She had her dress
hiked up to her waist. Her blouse was open and her bra and panties
rested on the sand next to them. He was tall, very young too, and
had a medium size cock. He had his pants shorts pulled down to his
knees and was busy pumping her and grabbing her breasts. She was the
one we had heard moaning as she continued to "ohh" and "ahh". Craig
had lain down next to me and his hand reached into my blouse (I
hadn't worn a bra that evening). I was getting quite flushed,
watching their illicit act. The boy's groan joined the girl's and
with one final thrust he came to rest upon her. Craig had unbuttoned
my shirt most the way down and was working on my pants. His hand
slid into my panties and he could tell how excited I was. I could
feel him rubbing his bulge against my leg and knew that the show had
affected him too. The girl buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her
panties as the boy pulled his pants back on. She did not bother to
replace the brassiere, instead slid it into a small bag that was off
to her side. They rose and walked off hand in hand.

Craig said, "I want you now, right there!" We slid down the
dune from our vantage point and took the spot so recently vacated. I
lowered my pants and removed my already unbuttoned blouse. Jack had
dropped his pants and was raising his shirt over his head. I pressed
my body against him and our mouths joined as the shirt cleared his
head. I pushed him down to the ground on the exact spot the couple
had lain. There was no need for preliminaries. I was already
soaking. I grabbed his dick and guided it straight into my pussy. I
like being on top (especially when it means not getting sand all over
myself) and was soon riding away. I tried to keep our volume down,
considering the noise that had attracted us in the first place, but
Craig was being no help, repeating "Oh yeah" over and over.We did not
last long and soon I collapsed on top of Craig, both of us spent.

Craig whispered in my ear, "I think we have company too!" I
heard giggling and looked up the dune. A couple of young (early
teens) boys were up there getting an eyeful. I blushed deeply and
quickly grabbed my blouse and slacks. I dressed quickly, forgoing my
panties as they had disappeared in the sand. Craig dressed and tried
to comfort me. The young boys had scurried away, realizing they had
been found out. By the time we had walked back to the car, I was not
really upset about having put on a show. The more I thought of it,
the more

I thought how I had enjoyed the show put on for us. We returned
to our room. After a quick shower, we fell into a blissful sleep.

I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling. Craig was between
legs, lightly tonguing my pussy. I kept my eyes closed and just
enjoyed the sensations in a half awake, half asleep state. He
tongued me for over fifteen minutes before my moaning gave me away.

I finally opened my eyes and watched him continue his work. I said,
"Now!" and he rose above me. Where the other sex had turned into raw
animal passion, this was slow, unhurried lovemaking. He slid into me
gently. We kept up the slow pace for over a half hour. Almost
imperceptibly, the pace picked up. Finally, we both came and just
laid in each others arms. What a way to awake.

It was already noon before we left the room. We
grabbed a bite to eat and went back to the beach. Later, we walked
by the dune that we had used last night. Craig held my hand tight.

Sunday evening, we went out to eat again (we had a three day
weekend so we wouldn't have to head back until Monday evening). I
had on a white halter dress. Craig was being most attentive. At the
restaurant, his hand slid under my dress and he caressed my thighs.

I was having a hard time eating my salad as his finger wormed under
my panties and entered me. He would discreetly remove his hand from
under my dress whenever the waitress approached. After she cleared
the salads away, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I
could plainly see how flushed I looked in the mirror. I removed my
soaking panties and put them in my purse. Craig rose when I returned
to the table and helped me with my seat. Sitting, his hand quickly
discovered the reason for my little trip and his face lit up with a
smile. After dinner had been cleared away (I can't even remember
what I had!), the waitress asked if we would like dessert. Craig
teases me by not removing his hand for her final visit and said that
we were going to go somewhere else for dessert.

When we got in the car, Craig's hand once again slipped up my
dress. My excitement was overpowering. I just wanted release. I
could smell myself in the confined space of the car as he drove. His
fingers kept teasing my clit, but always stopping short of giving me
release. I was tempted to reach down and finish myself off. Craig
pulled the car into a parking lot. I looked up expecting to see the
hotel, and was surprised to see that we were near the edge of the
strip. He had driven us back to the strip joint that we had seen as
we drove in. I didn't particularly want to go in, in fact, all I
wanted was to go back to the room and fuck.

"What are we doing here?' I asked.

"I thought that since you had stimulation all night, now it was
my turn." he replied.

"I don't want to go in there, I want to go back to the room." I
whined.

"Why do you want to go back there when the night is still
young?", he teased. He wanted me to say it.

"I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!" I answered.

"But what about me? You've had all night to get hot and
bothered and I want to have a little fun now." he said.

"I'll do anything you want as long as you take me back to the
room NOW!" I was running out of patience.

"Anything?" he teased.

"Anything!" I replied.

"Okay, but I want you to do something special for me." he gave
me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and just nodded my head. He
started the car and headed back to the hotel. "I want you to help me
live out a fantasy. I want you to enter that amateur contest
tomorrow night." he said. I was almost shocked back to reality. But
I decided to promise him anything, whether I would actually do
anything was another story. His hand had once again slid up my dress
and was stroking me.

"Okay, I'll do it, just give me relief." I told him. He picked
up the pace a bit and I finally came. But he kept working his finger
in and out.

When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to come again.

He pulled his hand out though. We walked to the elevator. I could
see a stain on the front of my dress. I couldn't believe how hot and
bothered I was, especially after having had so much sex that
weekend. Luckily, we didn't run into anyone. When we entered the
elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me to suck him. I
obediently dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. I engulfed
the head with my mouth, unconcerned that it was a glass elevator (the
glass was smoked so it was unlikely anyone could have seen anything
anyway). Craig may have talked a good game, but he was not totally
unaffected by our night out. He was rock hard. When we reached our
floor, we quickly ran to the room (Craig didn't even zip back up).

Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed. We didn't
even remove our clothing. I just hiked my skirt and Craig later
untied my halter to get access to my breasts. Craig dropped his
pants and undershorts to the floor and pulled me down to the carpet.

He entered me hurriedly, as I raises my legs over his head onto his
back. This was exactly what I needed. He pumped furiously into me.

It reminded me of he couple we had witinessed the night before. I
came and kept coming.

Craig finally shot deep into me and we both just laid spent on
the floor.

Craig started to harden in my pussy. "what are you thinking
about?" I teased him. His cock throbbed within me and he started to
stroke again.

"You, and how great you'll look up on the stage tomorrow." he
replied.

"What makes you think I will do it?" I asked.

"You wouldn't go back on your word, besides, its a long walk
home" he kidded (atleast I hoped he was kidding). He rose up,
helping me to my feet, never disengaging. We carefully walked to the
bed and then laid down on it. It was a much slower pace then our
previous frenzy. When we had finished, we fell asleep in each others
arms.

I awoke with a similar sensation to the morning before. Craig
was once again between my legs and I was already starting to juice.

We made slow love again and drifted back to sleep. We finally arose
from bed after 1:00 p.m. and ate. Craig suggested that I call the
office and take another day, so that we might further enjoy tonights
experience. I had been hoping he might drop that.

"I'm not to sure I really want to go through with that" I said,
hoping he would let me bow out gracefully. Things were going pretty
well between us and I didn't want to screw them up too badly.

"But you promised. I think that you will enjoy it. You
certainly have enjoyed all the stares on the beach, and on the dance
floor the other night. You were excited by watching that couple and
I bet if you are really willing to admit it to yourself, that you
were excited having those two boys watch." he argued.

It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach or
on the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about the two boys watching
us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the show the couple put on.

"I'm not saying I will do it, but another day would be fun." I
conceded.

"As long as you are not saying that you definitely won't" he
said with a smile. Craig and I both called our offices and took an
extra day. We returned for another day on the beach. Craig was very
attentive, occasionally slipping his hands into my suit. I kept
pushing him away as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think
straight with an itchy pussy.

As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of time.

Craig joined me in the shower and immediately dropped to his knees
and buried his face in my mound. He certainly was not going to make
it easy for me. I dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a blouse (I
wasn't going to make it as easy as the night before for him either.

I even wore a bra!). We ate at a nice seafood place. Craig tried to
keep pouring liquor into me but I paced myself. I had been thinking
about what he had said. I had a fantasy about being a stripper, but
I wasn't sure I wanted to turn it into reality. I figured that the
lounge would be dingy, the women slutty, and the men would all have
beer guts.

After dinner, Craig looked at me expectantly. "I'll go look,
but I won't decide till later." I said. He grinned and hurriedly
drove us to the lounge. At the entrance, a bouncer told us about the
cover charge. He asked if I was interested in competing for the $500.

00 prize. Craig said that I might be but we wanted to check it out.

He said that we needed to check in with the manager at the bar by
10:00 if I wanted to enter. He explained that the competition did
not start till 10:30, and that the regular girls worked before that.

The room was semi dark and the music was loud. I clung to Craig
instinctively as we entered the room filled with men. I could see
just a couple of women in the crowd. It was not dirty or seedy. The
men were mostly young, and only a few looked like they should be
driving around in pickup trucks with gun racks. We worked our way to
the bar and I could just barely see the stage area between all the
men (there must have been over 300 of them!). The stage was well lit
from track lights that hung down similar to the disco we had ben to
on Saturday night. No one was on the stage and most of the men were
milling about. Waitresses scurried about (fully clothed, but in
short cocktail outfits). We found a small table for two at the bar
when two men got up and left. We could see the stage. Although not
the best sits in the house, they would certainly be adequate for our
needs. A waitress came to our table almost immediately and took our
order. This wasn't too bad but I didn't want to be too clear headed
if I was going to go through with this. The waitress swiftly
returned with the drinks and Craig ordered another round.

We both swiftly drank the first and the second had just arrived
when the stage lights dimmed. We could barely see the curtain move
and then a spot light came on. A very well built blonde was on the
stage. She was dressed in a dark blue velvet dress and was wearing
matching gloves that ran past her elbows. She had a matching set of
pumps on her feet. The room momentarily hushed in anticipation. The
music came on loud. It had a disco style beat. The girl started
moving on the stage. She danced down the runway and back. She was
not bumping or grinding, no pelvic thrusts or anything. She looked
like she was just dancing like I might. Then she pulled one glove
off, and then the other. She threw them to the back part of the
stage out of reach. She turned her back too the crowd and lowered
her hands to the hem of the skirt. She slowly raised it up her body
and finally took it over her head. She turned and faced the crowd.

She had on matching black bra, panty (more of a g-string), and garter
belt set. She danced around the runway and returned to the back part
of the stage. She turned her back to the crowd once again. The
straps of her bra fell down her arms. Her bra must have had a front
hook because she pulled both cups to her sides.

The crowd hooted and hollered as she threw the bra aside. She
turned around and we could see her large breasts. She had very large
pinkish nipples. She danced around the runway and shook her chest at
the men. Again, she returned to the back of the stage. Her back
once more turned to the audience, she unsnapped her g-string and
threw it to the side. The crowd was really getting loud. She turned
and faced the audience. Her pussy lips were completely shaven and
she had a small blond thatch over her pussy. She took her time
dancing around the runway, pausing in front off men so they could get
a closer look. She danced some more in the middle of the stage as
the music came to an ending. She took a bow as the crowd applauded
enthusiastically. She grabbed her clothes and went behind the
curtain. She came back twice for curtain calls.

The next dancer was tall and dark haired. She was well built
(but not as well built as the blond had been) and had a dark tan.

Her dance was similar and soon she was down to a white g-string (she
had been dressed all in white). After she removed it, I was
intrigued to see that she too had her pussy lips shaven. She had her
remaining hair cut into the shape of a heart. Also, here tan did not
have any lines in it. She looked incredible. Craig was obviously
enjoying the show (my hand reached into his lap and found him
solid). It was getting close to 10:00 and decision time.

Craig asked, "Well, do you want to give it a try?"

"I don't know, there are so many men." I replied.

"But you don't know anyone here, you'll probably never meet any
of these people again." he countered.

"Good point, Promise you won't tell anyone ever."

He quickly nodded his head. He signaled our waitress, and when
she came, he ordered another round and asked her if she could send
the manager over so I could sign up for the contest.

The manager was late thirties, early forties, with a slightly
receding hair line. "Great, now do you want to join the contest?" I
shook my head yes. "Okay, now I need to double check your I.D. again
(we had been carded as we entered). I showed him my driver's
license. "Looks okay, now here is an application. Fill it out and
I'll take you back stage. You won't be allowed back stage (he had
turned to Craig) though. One of the girls will help you get set. We
have extra costumes and they'll explain the rules and tricks. There
are five other girls tonight and they are already back there getting
ready. You'll go on last to give you time to complete the form and
get ready. I'll be back in a minute to pick this up and take you
back there." He left the table and talked with the bartender.

The application was pretty straight forward. It just wanted
basic information (name, address, etc.). Most of it was taken up
with a disclaimer relieving the bar of any responsibility for about
anything that might happen. My hand shook as I signed it.

The manager returned and I handed him the form. I left Craig
and followed the manager back stage. Some of the men turned and
looked as we walked to the door. Another girl was on so they didn't
look long. Backstage were a couple of small rooms. The first, he
called it the costume room, had three racks of exotic looking
clothes. The tall brunette (with the heart shaped hair) we had
watched earlier put her head in the door. She was wearing a plain
white robe.

"Shelly, I want you to meet Pamela, she's going to be in the
contest tonight. Do you think you can get her set up?" the manager
asked.

"Okay Gene, when does she go on?" she replied.

"She'll be last so you'll have a little time." the manager said
as he headed out the door.

"Hi, you a little bit nervous?" Shelly asked. I nodded. "Don't
worry, you'll do alright. They will like you." she said looking me
up and down. "Let's find something good for you to wear. What's
your best color?"

I replied, "White" as we stepped in front of the racks.

"I thought so, its one of my favorites too. It highlights a tan
so well.", she said.

"Your's is certainly nice . It must come from living at the
beach.", I said.

"Yes, I know a nice little private beach.", Shelly commented.

"I'd love to go there sometime. Where is it?" I asked.

"Sorry, its tough to find and you have to have permission to go
there.", she replied. " Now we have to get started. We start at the
end and work backwards." she said as she opened a drawer on a
chest. "Here's a garter belt, some stockings a g-string. The belts
adjustable and the g-string has velcros so it can adjust to most any
size. It also makes it easier to take off." Shelly said
demonstrating how both sizes could be release in the air. "What size
bust are you?" she asked.

"34C" I replied.

She opened another drawer and started searching through bras.

She finally pulled a white one out and handed it to me. "It hooks in
the front to make it easier. Now change into this and we'll find
something to go over it." I started taking my clothes off. "When
you get out there, make sure you smile. Dance all you want and have
fun with it. The crowd picks the winner and they can tell if you are
just going through the motions. Make sure you are at the back of the
stage when you take anything off. That way you can throw back to
side and it won't disappear into the crowd. Anything you throw to
the crowd, Gene will make you pay for. Also, be careful you don't
get to close to the edge. We once had a girl who fell into the
crowd. Not a pretty sight."

I had taken off my blouse and bra and was about to put the white
bra she had picked out for me on. "Hang on one minute. A little lip
gloss well help highlight your nipples." Shelly handed my a jar from
one of the tables. I stood in front of a mirror and applied some
brown gloss to each nipple. "Let me help you with the bra. If you
don't get it on right, it'll rub the gloss all over and they would
look worse". She helped line the lacy, semi sheer bra up as I put it
on. "Now you are not allowed to let anyone touch out there. We'd
lose our liquor license." I was actually relieved to hear that. I
had taken my shoes off and was removing my jeans. I had piled the
clothes on an empty spot on the dressing table.

"You'll have about five minutes so don't go too slowly. But
don't take it all off too quickly either. I can't teach you pacing
in time but we will have someone in the wings who will yell out the
time remaining in minutes. Don't count on be able to hear them
though. If you are doing it right, the crowd will drown her out." I
had slid the g-string on and had adjusted the belt. I slid the white
stockings up my legs and connected them.

"Stick to the basics. Don't try anything fancy. I'd leave the
stockings and garter belt on. Some girls try to take them off too,
but it takes up too much time and it takes practice to make it look
graceful." I stood up.

"Okay, lets find something to go over that. I know just the
thing." Shelly disappeared behind one of the racks and came back
with a silk white night shirt. "The lights work so well on this.

All you have to do is unbutton it down too. No muse your hair taking
something over your head."

Suddenly, an especially loud roar came from the crowd. "They
must be starting." Shelly said looking over her shoulder into the
hall. I had been a little self conscious of the open door as I
changed, but had only seen an occasional women pass by (including the
girl who had been on stage when I came back stage. She had passed by
still naked, carrying her clothes.). I put the silk night shirt on
and buttoned it up. The music resumed outside so the first
contestant was probably on stage. My stomach flip flopped.

Shelly must have noticed my tenseness. "Relax, you'll do
great. If you feel yourself freezing on stage, just look up into the
lights. Then you won't be able to see anyone. No one is going to
force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with. Lets go to the
dancer's lounge and wait."

Shelly handed me a short robe which I rapped around myself. We
exited the room (I was glad I had left my purse with Craig). As we
walked down the hall Shelly said, "Don't let the other girls
intimidate you. A couple of them do this fairly regularly, trying to
win the money. Its actually tougher for them as the men like new
faces."

We entered another room. It had mirrors and dressing tables
along one side and a couple of old couches. There was also a small
wet bar to one side. Shelly took me there and poured me a glass of
white wine. There were four other girls in the room, all wearing
robes. The girl who had been on stage and that I had seen walking
down the hall naked, was now robed and sipping a drink and smoking a
cigarette at one of the dressing tables.

Three girls were sitting on a couch. Shelly took me to the
couch and said, "Hey girls, we got another entrant. This is Pamela."

I said hello to each of my three competitors (the other was
already on stage). The first, an unbelievable good looking blonde
with a big chest introduced herself as Lisa. They must have had to
check her I.D. twice as she looked no more than eighteen. She had on
a black wraparound skirt and a silk blouse. It was obvious that she
had a black bra underneath. The second girl was a mid thirtyish
brunette who looked a little out of place.

Her name was Ellen. She was not particular well built and was a
bit hippy. She looked really nervous and her drink shook in her
hand. I was willing to bet she was a housewife on vacation whose
husband had put her up to this. She was dressed in a blue dress
that had a zipper down the front. The third girl looked to be in her
mid twenties. Her name was Karen. She had light brown hair and a
tight body. She had a red teddy on and red stockings.

Shelly took me over to the remaining dressing table and helped
me with my make-up. The blonde that Craig and I had seen first,
popped her head in the door. "Okay Karen, your up." Karen rose and
followed the blonde out of the room.

A minute latter the crowd noise rose. The first contestant must
have finished. A moment later, a petite blond entered the room,
wearing a robe and carrying her clothes. She set the clothes down
(some sort of pink dress) and grabbed a drink. She said "hi" to
Shelly but ignored me.

Shelly whispered, "That's Elizabeth, she one of the regulars I
told you about. The other one is Lisa. Lisa nice but stay away from
Elizbeth. She likes to play mind games."

Ellen was looking more nervous. She was to go on next. She had
put down her drink and was tightly holding her hands together.

Shelly finished up with my make up and stood back to admire the
results. "Beautiful! Okay your going on last. After your done,
pick up your clothes and come back stage. All the girls will be
waiting for the judging. We will give you a minute to put the
panties back on. Then put the robe back on and all of you will go
back on stage. They will hold the judging. Usually, when they call
your name, you step forward and open your robe. You don't have to
because the judging will already be over, but most everyone still
dose it. Take a bow and return to the line. They then announce the
runner ups and the winner. The winner is expected to dance for
another couple of minutes, and then gets presented the check. The
other contestants move back stage. Any prize money for runners up is
presented when they are announced. Only the winner waits until after
her encore.

Once back stage, everyone is free to dress and leave. Your
welcome to hang out back here if you want but no men are allowed back
stage. We'll be at it until two. Sometimes, if someone been really
good, and they want to do it again, Gene lets them dance a regular
set with us." Shelly said.

The blonde put her head in the door and called Ellen. Ellen
shook as she rose and walked like she was headed to the gallows out
of the room. The blonde gave a nod to Shelly.

"Okay, I've got to go help Teri. Are you going to be all
right?" Shelly asked.

"I think so." I responded. I was beginning to feel a little
more relaxed.

"Good luck. Okay Lisa, I don't think Ellen is going to last to
long. Why don't you come out to the wings just in case." The two
girls left. I went over to the bar to freshen my drink.

Karen entered the room, blushing and looking quite flush. She
had on her robe and had a red pile of clothes in her hand. She
dropped them on the couch and went straight for the bar.

"How did it go?" I asked as I poured her some wine and refilled
my glass.

"Great! They were yelling and clapping. I couldn't believe how
excited I was." Karen's voiced cracked as she spoke. She took a
gulp of the wine and sat down. I was wondering if she was going to
faint.

The crowd noise had dropped off and the music had stopped. It
was too soon for Ellen to be done. The crowd cheered and the music
started up again. A minute later, Shelly came in.

"Pamela, you're next. Wait a couple more minutes and then go out
to the wings and wait with Teri. Good Luck!" she said.

"What happened to Ellen?" I asked.

"She got about half way through and froze. Don't worry, you'll
do great! Lisa will have the crowd all warmed up for you." Shelly
said. Looking at the other two girls she added, "Get ready for the
judging."

Elizabeth reached over to clothing pile and pulled out sheer
white panties. She stepped into them and pulled them up her legs.

As she pulled them up, I caught a glimpse of a completely shaven
pussy. Karen had put down her drink and was rummaging through her
pile. She pulled out a red g-string, similar in design to the one I
was wearing (velcros on both sides). She pulled it under her robe
and fit them on.

I decided to use the bathroom quickly before I went on. I had a
good bit to drink and didn't want to have any accidents. I went into
the small bathroom that adjoined the room. I decided to test the
g-string and pulled both sides, just as Shelly had shown me. It came
apart in my hands just like it was suppose to. I finished and walked
out to the hall. Teri signalled me to join her at the end. I
walked down the hall. In the costume room, I saw Shelly trying to
comfort Ellen who was crying. I hurried along to Teri.

Teri shouted onto the stage, "Two Minutes." I looked out behind
the curtain. The crowd had grown and they were cheering Lisa on. I
looked onto the stage and saw Lisa. She was just returning to the
back part of the stage from the runway. She was down to her black
panties. She came over to us and pulled the curtain around the lower
part of her body. Her hand swiftly pulled the panties down and she
threw them over her shoulder onto the stage where the men could see
them. A big cheer went up and she turned her back on the crowd and
danced out to the middle All the crowd could see was her behind but
Teri and I had the perfect view of her front. Lisa had firm, large
breasts with big pink nipples. She had a pink pussy with a fine
patch of blond pubic hair. She was unbelievable. She turned and
faced the crowd. The men went wild. She danced up the runway,
gyrating her hips and give the men a good view. Teri shouted, "One
minute!", but the crowd noise was probably drowning it out. I had
been feeling more relaxed, even excited. But now my stomach was
tight and new fears were entering my mind. I wasn't sure now that I
really could go through with it. The music came to an end and Lisa
stopped dancing.

"The Lovely Lisa, lets give her a big hand for coming out here
tonight." a microphoned voice said. The crowd cheered as Lisa took a
bow. The stage lights went out and she quickly retrieved her clothes
from the stage and headed for us.

"Great show!" Teri said as Lisa came backstage.

Lisa took her robe from a hook behind us and put it on.

"Thanks, they're ready tonight." she replied.

"Hand your robe up and get ready, they are about to announce you.

" Teri told me. I put the robe on the hook.

"Good Luck." Lisa said as she headed back down the hall.

"Go get them", Teri said as she gave me a small boost out on the
still dark stage. I stepped to the center. The moment of truth
had arrived.