She thought it would be fun. She thought this idea might make a lot of money. Some of the women really wanted it, so she put it into action. This would be a Women Only event. No men allowed.
Some one asked her what she would do if the gay guys next door got wind of it and came over for a taste? She didn’t think it would be a problem. In fact she thought that might make it more fun. She knew how the gay guys would react to a couple of gorgeous hunks. Sex all around was her philosophy.
But she had to walk a tight rope. This town in spite of being so liberal was really quite provincial. The one strip joint they had had been closed for some time now and the people were clamoring for some harder action. Down the street a radio station had featured some female strippers for one night only. The line of horny guys waiting to get in went around the block twice. She thought she’d do something for the ladies.
She looked through the yellow pages to find “Adult Entertainment” and came up with a company that booked dancers for just such an occasion. She wanted two dancers, one brunette and one blond. She wanted them to change costumes a couple of times and put on a good show, but she insisted on getting at least one of the guys to dress up like a fireman. All the gals wanted a fireman.
The place wasn’t sold out, but she had a decent crowd. They all crowded in around the cocktail tables closest to the stage. She didn’t have to worry about the gays or the mixed couples that walked in for dinner. They just wanted to eat in the front room separate from the performing space. She didn’t see how she could turn them away.
The women who showed up were ready to party! They began ordering drinks and plates of appetizers to share. No one wanted a big meal before a night like this. They wanted to drink and get horny. They came amped up with plenty of cash to plunge into those roomy cock slings where they hoped to cop a feel.
When the strippers showed up, Kristie showed them into the loading dock/back porch area they would use as a dressing room which she had thought to set up with a mirror, some lights, a table and chairs.
She was satisfied with their looks. They were both cleanly shaven all over and short, but they had nice bodies and comely features. She left them alone to prepare for the show which included pumping up their muscles and shining up their skin with moisturizer. Part of their preparation included pumping up a specific muscle which in both of their cases stayed semi-hard throughout the entire show.
The hormones were thick by the time they came out for their first number. Kristie announced them, “Direct from San Francisco and here for your pleasure… “Starlight Express!” The guys came out in their first outfits. It was seriously like the YMCA. A cowboy and an Indian. They danced around provocatively taking turns stripping off their costumes to please the ladies.
They each focused in on specific groups and flirted with all the women in turn dancing close to a group of thirty somethings that were out for arousal to take home to their husbands. A few women in their fifties were interested in taking the guys home. This could also be arranged the guys let them know privately.
One guy would work the audience doing a solo dance to strip down to his banana hammock while the second guy would either work the audience or go in the back and change into the next outfit. The military men were next – a Sailor and a Marine. God Bless America!
Most of the women were pretty wasted by the second act when the guys came out as a policeman and a fireman. The cop said that he had to pat some of the girls down. He handcuffed one thirty something and brought her to the stage where he sat her down and proceeded to strip up close and personal. He feigned pulling his hammock aside to give “his prisoner” a better look. Kristie could feel her own vulva responding to the antics on stage. All the women were in a frenzied state.
At one point the two guys danced to the back of the room where Kristie sat thoroughly enjoying the show and the arousal in her own pants. They coaxed her up on the stage where they surrounded her with tantalizing invitations. When the Indian stripped off his chaps and placed her hands on his buttocks, all Kristie could think of was, “This guy needs a shave!” His buttocks were growing stubble!
Jack was in the kitchen doing dishes. One of the gals called him out to see what Kristie was doing. He simply sighed, shrugged and went about his chores completely unaffected by any jealousy.
At the end of the show the guys handed out business cards advertising their services for bachelorette parties or private dances which included “Booty Calls.” That’s when Kristie got nervous.
As the women left to go home they all thanked Kristie effusively and begged her to do this again soon. When the men in the downstairs bar heard about all the fun the ladies had, they wanted to know when it was going to be their turn? But Kristie knew what the men would be like with a couple of female strippers. They WOULD be taking Booty Calls in the back room.
As it turned out another bar down the road got the same idea and was busted for lewd acts, lost their liquor license, and closed. She guessed she wouldn’t be doing any more strip shows anytime soon. Still, it was fun while it lasted!
(First published 6/26/12)
