Krista stopped dead, like a deer in headlights, transfixed by the harsh spotlight in her eyes and the beery shouts of 'Come on, dance!' and 'You got started too early!' that came from the darkness outside the blazing shaft of the spot.
She took a halting step to one side to get out of the light, but it followed her. She teetered precariously, then looked down to see that her sensible, professional office shoes had gained six-inch heels and a wet shine.
"Come on! You gonna stand there?" A voice hissed at her from off to her right. "Dance! You're paying for the stage, remember."
Krista looked over her shoulder but couldn't see anyone in the shadows off stage. Boos and catcalls were flowing down on her from the stale-smoky room, and the hip-hop music seemed to grow louder and more insistent. She wanted to run back through the doorway, back to the secretarial pool, but her feet seemed frozen to the floor.
She started to sway, at first in a kind of woozy panic, but more and more in time to the music. She grabbed the chrome pole in the middle of the stage for support, then began gyrating around it amateurishly. The boos turned to skeptical hoots, and a few sincere wolf-whistles, as Krista got more of herself into the act. She slipped the pole between her watermelon-sized tits; it felt cool and slick on the hot skin of her chest. Her nipples hardened and her aureolae darkened even more. She crooked a long leg around the pole, executed a lazy swing, then presented her generous backside to the spotlight. She cut quite a figure: long legs, broad round ass, narrow waist, the curves of breasts swelling out beyond her thin arms on both sides. She flipped her black hair, glanced back over her shoulder, and squatted deeply, spreading her ass wider and showing the crowd her pussy.
The room was with her now, and her eyes had adjusted somewhat, so she could see the beery faces of the men watching her. She spun back around, stepping and swaying to the music, pressed her elbows into her sides and squeezed up a truly vast display of tits and cleavage.
The music stopped, and Krista saw hands holding out bills around the edge of the stage. It had been a pretty uninspired act, not very athletic, and had included no actual stripping as Krista had entered already naked, but it seemed Ok for amateur night. Krista went around collecting tips, but the tippers seemed nonplussed at her having no stockings or garters to put the money in. She improvised by squeezing up her huge cleavage again and letting them slip the tips in there. When it was over, she stood there, realizing she had no idea what to do next.
Thu Sep 10 22:58:11 2009