Denae's Day of Research

Denae's Day of Research

This story takes place after the events in Having Fun All Summer Long

Denae returned to Mount William a week ahead of the first day of class. This was to be the last semester of college for her, Bill and Suzy. Denae and Bill wanted time together without the demands of class schedules and Suzy wanted the same with Scott. So, for that week, the four spent time apart as couples and time together as a group. Denae and Suzy found opportunities to have some time to privately compare notes on their romances.

Without saying anything to the other, both Bill and Denae were apprehensive about this being their last semester of college. Neither knew what would happen to them after graduation. Bill wanted desperately to continue to have Denae in his life but was uncertain how to go about this. He did not feel he could propose marriage because he did not have a job or any concrete plans for the future. And he did not know if she would be open to living anywhere other than her hometown in Florida. In her mind, Denae was hoping that Bill would ask her to marry him but had not seen any signs he would.

The week before the start of the semester went by in the blink of an eye. Bill and Denae dug into their classes and developed a new routine. They both had a two-hour block of time in the middle of the day when they were free and so they made a point of getting together daily during the intermission.

One of Denae's classes was Modern Sexuality, her final major course toward her Women's Studies degree. She knew a little about the course and the professor from some of her friends who had already gotten this requirement behind them. She was aware there was a research paper that made up a large portion of the grade. On the first day of class, she found out that paper would be due at the mid-term. To some, this would seem like a difficult deadline, but Denae already had a topic in mind and a plan for her research.

When she saw Bill at the coffee shop, she mentioned she would need to go to Atlanta sooner rather than later. He knew Denae intended to interview some of the dancers at the strip club she had taken him to in the Spring when they were in Atlanta for his job interview. Bill reaffirmed he would go to Atlanta with Denae, though he declined to accompany her to the club while she talked to the strippers.

On the third day of class, Denae was waiting for Bill in a booth at the campus coffee shop when she saw another student of her Contemporary Sexuality class walk in. Denae waved and the girl walked over.

"We're both in Dr. Alden's class. I should have made it a point to introduce myself. I'm Denae Rapallino."

"Hi. I'm Janet Sullivan," the girl replied. "Denae. That's a very pretty name."

Inviting Janet to sit, Denae thanked her for the compliment. Janet sat down across from Denae and they began talking about the only thing they had in common; the class they were both in. Janet was nervous about the research paper and what seemed like a tight deadline. Denae mentioned that she already had a topic but her research would require out-of-town travel. That piqued Janet's interest, so Denae shared that she would be interviewing strippers.

"Really? Interviewing strippers? That sounds way cool. How did you come up with that?"

Denae told her she had met a couple of dancers at a club in Atlanta and thought their stories would perfectly fit the subject of the assignment; Women Owning Their Sexuality. As they chatted, Denae noticed Janet and had a good figure, somewhere between Denae's slim build and Suzy's voluptuous body. Denae liked how Janet radiated confidence and had a cute, bubbly personality. When Bill arrived a few minutes later, Denae introduced her boyfriend to Janet before Janet excused herself.

That same morning, Bill received an email from the Vice President of the Accounting firm he had interviewed with. In it, the V. P. was asking Bill to confirm he would be graduating in December and asked when they might speak again. Bill, knowing he would accompany Denae to Atlanta, let him know he had an upcoming trip already in the works. They agreed to meet during the trip.

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Bill and Denae checked into their hotel in the early afternoon. Since they - and not the accounting firm - were paying, they had to settle for a smaller room in the same hotel where they had stayed before. Though this room was not as spacious as the previous room, they found it comfortable with a king-sized bed and a small separate sitting area with a couch and a coffee table. They had a casual dinner near the hotel and went back to the room before the evening got late. Once in the room, they showered together and had sex as the water ran over them.

Neither had to be up particularly early the next morning; Bill's appointment at the firm was at ten o'clock and Denae was told to arrive at the club around ten in the morning if she wanted time to speak to dancers before they began work at eleven thirty. They made coffee in the room and got ready together. Bill put on his suit and wore the blue tie that Denae suggested. Denae put on her favorite little black dress and black stiletto heels. They both complimented each other on their appearance. Bill wondered why Denae was dressing up to go talk to strippers rather than wearing comfortable, casual clothes. Denae responded that Club Seduisante was a classy establishment, and she felt she should dress nicely should she spend time in the public areas of the club.

Before they parted ways, they agreed they would have dinner at a good restaurant that evening since they were both dressed nicely. Denae picked up her oversized purse in which she had tools for her task; a digital audio recorder, pens and a notebook as well as her wallet and lipstick. They kissed each other goodbye and got into separate ride-share cars to go to their respective appointments.

Denae reached Club Seduisante just after ten o'clock in the morning. She found the front door unlocked and let herself in. While nothing about the décor had changed since she and Bill were last there, the atmosphere was completely different this morning. There was no pulsating music and there was no one behind the counter, where she expected Julia to be stationed. She poked her head through the doorway into the main part of the club. There were lights on, but they were not the flashing lights she recalled. The stages were all empty and the place was quiet.

Denae stood in the doorway between the front counter and the dance area for a few minutes before she heard the front door open and close. An attractive woman who appeared to be in her late 20's soon walked through the doorway where Denae was standing. She was wearing yoga pants, a sweat jacket, running shoes, and carrying a large duffel style bag over her shoulder.

"Excuse me," the woman said as she brushed past Denae.

"Excuse me? Do you work here?" Denae asked.

"Yeah," the woman replied as she stopped and subtly looked Denae up and down.

"Do you know if Julia is here yet?"

"I just walked in, so I can't say for sure." She looked at her smart watch. "Usually around ten she's in the back checking on things."

"Okay. Thanks," Denae said, not knowing what else to do.

Continuing on her way, the woman looked back and asked, "If I see her do you want me to tell her someone is looking for her?"

"Yes, please. Would you let her know Denae is here?"

The woman assured Denae she would deliver the message and headed toward the back of the club.

A couple of minutes later, Denae heard a cheery voice calling her name. It was Julia, the assistant manager, trotting from a hallway that ran toward the back of the building. When Julia reached her, she hugged Denae. Denae told her it was good to see her again and thanked her for helping her with her research. Julia told Denae she was happy to help and mentioned she had spread the word among the dancers that she would be seeking their input. And to Denae's delight, Julia told her Becky had switched her evening shift to day shift to be available for her. Denae had met Becky in the restroom on her previous visit and learned a little about her and her family. Becky had even come out to Denae and Bill's table to share a picture of her son.

Julia complimented Denae on her dress, remarking it was very nice though the white one she had worn on her previous visit had made a lasting impression. Glancing around, Julia asked Denae where Bill was. Denae told her Bill would have felt awkward hanging around while she spoke with the dancers. Julia laughed and pointed out if it were not for men hanging around, no one at the club would make any money.

Julia asked if Denae wanted to get started with her research before things got busy and led Denae down the hallway from which she had emerged. They went past both the Gentlemen's and Ladies' restrooms and entered a large room with some make-up stations, lockers, and two couches. There were a few women in various stages of dress; one fully clothed, another in her dance outfit, one nude from the waist down and two who were topless. They were all engaged in various activities from putting on make-up to doing hair to dressing or undressing. Most were chatting with others as they went about their business. Denae looked around hoping to see Becky among the women but was disappointed.

"Ladies, I'd like you to meet Denae," Julia announced to the group. They all stopped and turned their attention to Denae. "I've told you a little about her. Denae and her boyfriend were in here as guests a few months ago and now she was hoping to speak to a few of you for a class project."

Julia quickly went around the room and introduced each of the women by first name. After introductions, Julia advised she needed to attend to a couple of things related to opening the club for the day, but assured Denae she would be back to check on her.

Most of the women in the changing room seemed nice and offered to help Denae. One seemed indifferent, but not rude. By their looks, Denae believed their ages ranged from mid-twenties to one about forty years old. The conversations that had been going on when Denae walked in had now ended and various ladies asked questions of Denae or offered her an opinion. This led to some group discussion of what Denae sought for her paper and what she hoped to achieve. After several minutes of exploring the idea of what each felt about dancing nude, the oldest of the women, the one who had been the least engaged in the conversation asked, "Instead of getting our opinions of what it's like, why don't you just try it and make your own?"

That one question halted all conversation instantly and the room fell silent. The dancers looked at each other and at Denae. She looked at all of them. For a moment, no one said anything.

"She's pretty enough," one of the younger women finally said.

"Pretty? She's fuckin' gorgeous," another corrected.

There was general agreement that Denae was attractive enough to be a dancer. The various members of the group all voiced support for the idea of Denae formulating her own impressions of what it was like to dance nude for strangers. Denae was both hesitant and intrigued by the notion. When she admitted she had a definite curiosity about trying her hand at stripping, she quickly began to dispel the notion by mentioning that she had no experience and no costume to wear.

The group was suddenly cheerful and energized and went about dispelling Denae's excuses. One of the ladies pointed out that each of them had no experience at some point and a few of them started to piece together an outfit for her to wear. Just as two of them were asking what Denae was wearing under her dress, Julia walked back in.

"We think Denae should dance a few dances," a blonde in her late twenties called to Julia.

Julia looked shocked. "What? Denae, is that true?"

Denae looked at her and cautiously said, "I would be interested in seeing what it's like, but I've never done it before and I don't have anything to wear."

"We'll get her something to wear," one girl yelled out as she rifled through a tote bag in her locker.

"If you really want to try it, we can talk to Vinny. But you need to be really sure you want to," Julia cautioned her.

Denae said she would be willing to try if the details could be worked out. Julia admitted it would be easier for her to experiment with stripping during the day, when there are smaller crowds, and the atmosphere is more relaxed. She also told Denae that she would not be able to simply let Denae take to the stage without first getting the owner's approval; that meant the two of them going to talk to Vinny.

With much encouragement from the ladies, Denae and Julia set off for Vinny's office, which was upstairs. As they made their way, Julia mentioned that Vinny was somewhat abrasive but told her not to be alarmed or intimidated by it. She also mentioned that Vinny would want her to audition, so she should be prepared for that, giving her an opportunity to abandon the idea. After climbing a set of stairs, they found themselves standing in front of a closed door. Julia stopped and turned to Denae. As if she was Denae's older sister, Julia looked at her and asked if Denae was certain she wanted to go through with this. Denae indicated she did, and Julia knocked on the door.

After hearing a gruff, 'Come in,' from inside, Julia opened the door and beckoned Denae to follow her in. The office was not huge, but there was room for a big desk at the rear and some space for a couple of guest chairs in front of it. Denae noticed the man behind the desk looked Italian and was about forty years old and was not what anyone would regard as ugly. For some reason, she had expected an older, sweaty, overweight, bald man to be the owner of a strip club.

As they approached the desk, the owner of the club looked up and asked Julia what she wanted. Vinny had two very large computer monitors on his desk. The framed artwork of a nude woman on the wall behind him provided a highly reflective surface by which Denae could tell one of the monitors displayed a spread sheet and the other displayed a video of two people having sex. Denae also saw another large screen on a side wall of the office that had several different pictures within it; each was of a view of a portion of the club. Denae supposed those were video feeds from cameras.

Julia explained to Vinny that Denae had been a guest in the club a few months prior and was back doing research for a college paper. Vinny looked annoyed until Julia mentioned that Denae would like to dance a portion of a shift. He looked at Denae.

"So, you want to be an entertainer?" he asked callously.

"Well, I would like to see what it's like. For my paper," Denae responded meekly.

Vinny looked from Denae to Julia and back again and took a deep breath. "Well, let's see what you got."

No knowing exactly what he meant, Denae looked at Julia. "Now's the time you... you know... undress," the assistant manager gently urged.

Looking very surprised, Denae said, "Right here? Now?"

"Do you want to dance or not? We're not puttin' you out there sight unseen," Vinny groused.

Looking very uncertain, Denae stammered, "Okay. Yeah. I'll just..." and she let the thought trail off.

Steeling herself by remembering she had been naked in front of others before; on the beach, during the contest at the bar, in Mexico, and for her class project last year, she reached back and unzipped her dress. She slid it down off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, picked it up, and not knowing what to do with it, held it up.

Vinny nodded in the direction of one of the guest chairs behind her. "Put it over there."

Denae tossed her dress onto the chair, turned back around and put her hands on her hips, trying to appear confident. She was standing before them in only her black bra, matching thong panties and her shoes. Vinny looked her up and down, but neither he nor Julia spoke. After a few seconds, Vinny shrugged. Denae glanced at Julia, who motioned with her hands that she should continue.

"Oh! This too?" Denae asked nervously.

Julia nodded and Vinny grumbled, "Yeah. That too."

Denae turned away from Vinny and reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, removed it and tossed it into the chair. Covering her breasts with her arms, she turned back around. With an annoyed look, Vinny indicated she should lower her arms. She did and Vinny and Julia looked her over again. After a few seconds of being evaluated while standing topless, Julia indicated she should remove her panties.

Denae had hoped that somehow a topless demonstration would be sufficient, but she was now resigned to the inevitability of going completely naked. In her mind, she reasoned that was the requirement on the stages and at the tables, so she turned around again, slid her panties down, placed them on the chair and then turned back to face Vinny. She knew that covering herself up would be met with an instant instruction to remove her hands, so this time she simply put her hands on her hips and bent one leg to accentuate her hips.

Both Vinny and Julia looked Denae over in silence. Denae somehow felt that Julia's wordless appraisal of her was not critical in the same way that Vinny's glaring felt. He told her to spin around slowly. After she had done so, she stopped, once again facing the man behind the desk. As she stood there, Denae's mind raced, and all sorts of unconnected thoughts followed one after another. -Be brave. -Would Bill enjoy seeing them looking at me. -What have I gotten myself into? -Suck in your stomach so it's flat. -I feel tingling down there; is my pussy wet? -At least these shoes make my legs look great. -My tits are too small.

Looking at Julia, Vinny remarked, "She's definitely a hot chic, but aren't her tits too small?"

"No! They're nice," Julia objected. "Look at 'em. They're not huge, but they're not fake either." Julia held her hands up as if she would cup Denae's breasts if she were within reach. "And anyway, her nipples will be standing up when she's on stage."

Vinny acknowledged the remark, but did not offer any agreement. "Well, how 'bout we see 'em?"

Denae looked at Julia again, uncertain what was expected of her now. Julia made a tweaking motion with her thumbs and forefingers and Denae's eyes grew involuntarily large when she realized what they were asking. But, determined to see the experiment through, she dutifully moistened her thumbs and forefingers on her tongue and tweaked her nipples until they were both fully erect. They stood out like two beautiful, brown pencil erasers.

"See?" Julia asked with a smile. "Everyone will love 'em."

Vinny stared at Denae's breasts for a couple of seconds and then looked her up and down once more. "Okay. Fine by me if you want to put her out there. Just make sure she doesn't embarrass us."

Like any good salesperson, Julia stopped talking as soon as she got a 'yes.' She thanked Vinny and motioned for Denae to grab her clothes from the chair. Denae was slightly confused because her first instinct was to begin putting them back on, but Julia motioned to her that they should leave the office. So, holding her garments in a bundle against her torso, Denae followed Julia out of the office as Vinny reminded his assistant manager she still owed him the latest bar inventory.

Once in the hallway, with Vinny's office door closed behind them, Julia stopped and turned to Denae who was still holding her clothes. "See? I told you he was a bit short. It takes a while for him to warm up to people. But you got permission if you want to go through with it. If you don't, that's okay too."

Denae assured Julia she wanted to try her hand at dancing if there were some way to come up with an appropriate outfit. Pointing to the bundle clothes in Denae's hands, Julia nodded and said, "Let's go see the girls," and started back down the stairs toward the dressing room. Not knowing what else to do, Denae followed Julia back to the dressing room naked and carrying her clothes.

When she and Julia walked in, all the dancers stopped what they were doing. Seeing that Denae was naked and holding her clothes, one of them announced that Denae must have been through one of Vinny's auditions. That prompted laughter from the group and comments about Vinny from various girls. Denae then heard a familiar voice; that of Becky and was glad to see she had arrived while Denae had been upstairs.

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Bill had gotten back to the hotel room around one o'clock. While at the firm, the Vice President had presented him with a job offer to consider. Though Bill had no other offers to compare it to, it seemed like a good one; salary in the mid-nineties with bonus opportunities, an expense account for entertaining, good benefits, and a ten thousand dollar moving allowance. Bill would be expected to manage a small group of low-level accountants and was also supposed to help bring new clients in the door. The final condition was that he would need to pass the C. P. A. exam. Bill had confidence he could pass the exam if he properly prepared for it and he thought he would be able to manage a small group, but he did not know if he would be any good at landing new clients. On one hand he was thrilled to have a good job offer, but on the other hand he wondered if he could fulfill the vice president's expectations.

Now back at the hotel, he wondered how Denae was doing and when she would return. Knowing she wanted to go out for a nice dinner, he stopped in the hotel lobby and bought a small snack and a beer to take up to the room. When he walked in their room, was tempted to change out of his suit, but he recalled Denae wanted them to remain dressed up for dinner, so he took off the jacket and loosened his tie. He plopped down on the couch and put the television on.

Time dragged slowly by while Bill waited for Denae. He planned to tell her about his job offer, hoping her reaction would help him gauge the likelihood of her being open to the idea of moving to Atlanta, which in turn would help him determine whether he would dare to ask her to marry him. During the afternoon, he sent a couple of texts asking if she was alright and wondering when she would return. Those went unanswered but he was not surprised because he knew that no one was to have cell phones out inside the strip club. So, he waited and waited.

Finally, just after five thirty he received a text from Denae that stated, 'Done and on my way back. What a day! Keep your suit on!' She included an emoji of a face with two large hearts for eyes that were bugging out and a tongue sticking out. Bill was not sure what she meant by that but was glad she was on her way back to him.

About twenty minutes later, Denae walked in and found Bill seated on the couch with his feet up on the small coffee table. She dropped her bag on the table as she leaned in and kissed him. She was smiling from ear to ear.

"Wait till I tell you about my day," she said excitedly. Before he could respond, she stroked his tie and continued, "Good. You still have your suit on. Wait here for me for just a minute."

Before Bill could say a word, Denae picked up her bag and quickly headed toward the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Bill hoped she was getting ready to go out to eat, so he pulled up his tie in anticipation of retrieving his jacket and being ready to leave when Denae returned from the bathroom. He yelled to her asking if she had been able to get all the information she had sought while at the club. Through the door she indicated she wound up getting more than enough for her paper.

Bill was still seated on the couch when Denae opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. She was no longer wearing her black dress, but was now wearing her black bra, a shear black wrap tied at her right hip, a shiny black G-string and a red and black garter on her right thigh. She was still wearing her black stilettos, which complimented the rest of her ensemble. The way she had tied the wrap left her entire right leg bare and enabled Bill to see money folded over the top of the garter. Denae stopped long enough for him to get a long look at her. Then she took a few more steps toward him, stopped, smiled at him and said, "Sir, I'm here for your table dance."

Bill sat in silence. He was in complete shock at seeing Denae dressed like a stripper from Club Seduisante. She was secretly delighted at his reaction and asked him for his phone. Still silent and dumbfounded, he handed it to her. She touched the screen a navigated to a music app and used it to play a rock song with a heavy beat. She then tossed the phone onto the couch next to Bill and held her hand out. He instinctively took it and she stepped up on to the coffee table.

Bill's eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open as Denae quickly and gracefully removed her wrap, bra and G-string and draped them all on Bill. Now wearing only her shoes and the garter, she began to sway her hips and move her body in time with the music. She slowly turned around, so Bill had views of all sides of her as she continued performing for him. She rolled her shoulders and ran her hands down her body; over her breasts, down her stomach and over her hips. At one point, she looked down at his face and, making eye contact, pointed at her own smile to indicate that she wanted him to smile as well. As she continued to dance on the table, she spread her legs apart and gave Bill unobstructed views of her vagina from both front and back. Her performance continued until the song ended, when she reached for his hand and got his assistance in stepping down off the coffee table. Bill still had not managed to speak or do anything other than stare at her. Once off the coffee table, she sat on Bill's lap and put an arm around his neck.

"Sir, did you enjoy your table dance?" She felt around his pants at the crotch until she found his member, checking to see if it was hard and was pleased that it was.

Bill drew a deep breath. "I sure did. But does this mean-?"

"Uh huh. I was a stripper today," she said, beaming. "And do my feet and back hurt." At that, she kicked her shoes off and then stretched out and reclined over Bill with her legs across his lap; her head on one arm of the couch and her feet on the other arm.

"You what?? You stripped at the club??"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Oh yeah. And it was different than anything I ever imagined."

Denae then described everything that happened at the club, beginning with her 'audition' for the owner. She told him how she had undressed in front of Julia and him and stood there while they evaluated her nude body. Denae described how she felt while they were looking at her and joked that Bill, being a candaulist, would have appreciated witnessing the event. For Bill's benefit, she made sure to mention she had to walk from the office back to the dressing room naked.

Bill could see she was in a very good mood and seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed her day. She related how the other dancers were very collegial and helped gather the elements of the costume she had worn while she was at the club and for Bill a few moments ago. "I've got to wash and return the G-string and wrap," she casually mentioned.

When Bill asked why she needed to borrow a G-string when she had worn one under her dress, she laughed said, "You can't strip in panties. They have a rule. Can you believe that? You've got to wear something that snaps or hooks. Apparently, a few years ago, one of the dancers wore panties but had tripped when putting them back on; caught her heel on them. She fell and hit her head on a table. So, now there's no more stepping into them."

Denae then told Bill a couple of the girls were nice and showed her some dance moves just before the club opened and they all went out for the opening 'review.' She was very happy that Becky had insisted Denae stay next to her for the first 'review.' She described the review, where all the dancers take the stages at the same time and dance for four songs, removing one article of clothing at the end of each of the first three songs. Bill did not want to spoil her fun by telling her he clearly recalled the 'review' from his visit there. Rather, he asked her if she was nervous.

"Hell, yeah I was nervous," she said, laughing. "At that point, there were only about six or seven guests in the place, but I was plenty nervous. At first, I was really worried about my moves and then as the clothes came off, I was scared about showing my tits and my pussy. That first song where I was completely naked seemed to last forever."

Denae then took Bill's hand and placed it on her left breast. "Lots of thoughts went through my mind while I was out there naked, but you were in most of them. I kept wishing you could touch me. I realized my body actually craved your touch." As she told him this, she pressed his hand firmly against her breast and then pushed it down over her stomach, around her hip and back over her vagina.

"I'm always happy to touch you," he joked.

With Bill gently caressing her, Denae told him that once she got over her initial fright, she felt bold and glamorous and beautiful strutting around in nothing but her high heels. Bill reminded her that she was bold and glamorous and beautiful before she ever set foot in Club Seduisante. Denae commented that she had found it silly to hear actresses often refer to doing nude scenes as empowering, but she told Bill empowered was exactly how she felt at the club.

"I was really flattered when someone first asked me for a table dance. It was some business guy. Looked to be in his thirties. He came up to me at the end of the review and asked. With all those good-looking girls up there, he asked me." Denae jolted as if she remembered something. She pulled the money from the garter and handed it to Bill, stating, "Look how well I did."

Bill began to count the money, so she informed him it amounted to $287.00. She was very proud of that and pointed out that she had performed twelve table dances for which she was paid. A few gentlemen tipped her on top of paying for the dances and she had received some tips while she was on stage as well.

Bill found himself saying, "I can't believe this. You really stripped for money?"

"Almost three hundred dollars!" she responded, flicking the bills he held in his hands. "Not bad, huh? And I got to keep it all. Julia got Vinny to waive the floor fee."

Bill shook his head in disbelief. "I guess that's good?" Looking at her nude body, he said, "Well, don't you think you should get dressed if we're going to get some dinner?"

For the first time since she returned, Denae's expression was one of disappointment rather than glee. "About that. Would you be okay with eating something here in the room? My feet really hurt and may back does too."

Bill patted her on her hip and told her staying in would be perfectly fine with him. He confessed he had been hoping to relax and get out of his suit. Denae was disappointed he would be changing out of his suit, reminding him that she found him very sexy in it. She told him she would like to take a shower and then soak in a warm bath before they ate.

Before Denae had returned to the room, Bill had been contemplating sharing the big news of his job offer with her. But not knowing how she would react to that coupled with her absolute joy over her experiences at the club, he decided against telling her for the time being. He also noticed that she was so busy telling him about her day, she had not asked him about his. They both got up; Denae started the shower and Bill changed out of his suit and into some shorts and a T-shirt.

After her shower, Denae drew a warm bath and relaxed in the tub. She called Bill in to discuss whether they would have room service bring dinner or order from some nearby restaurant. As he sat down on the edge of the tub, she remarked the warm water was helping her aches. Recalling her feet hurt, he reached into the tub and gently lifted her feet into his lap and began rubbing them. His massage was clearly helpful and she thanked him for being thoughtful.

"Several of the girls warned me those were the wrong shoes for working there. But I didn't have any options. And they were right. My feet were killing me."

"As I told you a little bit ago, I'm always ready and willing to touch you."

As he rubbed, Denae shared more of her day with Bill, telling him about some of the other dancers, some of the customers she met, and things she learned about working at a strip club. She told him several of the girls described being able to 'read the room' to know which customers were willing to spend money more freely than others. Denae was also amused to find out all the air conditioning vents in the showroom were over the stages to ensure nipples would be erect.

"And did you know you can't touch your pussy in the showroom?" she asked rhetorically. "You can touch your tits and everywhere else, but not your pussy. It violates some decency law or something. Several of the girls told me that before we went out on stage."

After her bath, Denae put on the short, silky robe Bill had given her as a gift months before. They sat on the couch, Denae curled up close to Bill and watched television while they waited for their Chinese food to be delivered. At the sound of the knock on the door, Denae looked at Bill, and with a devilish grin, offered to answer the door. He started to get up, but she insisted she would receive the food and said she would pay using some of the cash she had earned at the club.

Bill shrugged his shoulders as Denae stood up. Without saying a word, she turned toward Bill and took her robe off, to his great surprise. Then she tiptoed to the door totally nude. She opened the door and greeted the delivery man, making sure to give him a good look at her by leaning against the edge of the opened door, with one arm raised above her head. He was clearly caught off guard having Denae answer the door nude and fumbled with the bag and stuttered as he confirmed an order for 'Collins.' Denae took the bag from him and placed it on the table with Bill, taking care to bend over at the waist and spread her legs apart so the delivery man had a clear view of her butt and her vagina. Denae picked up some of the cash and returned to the door where she thanked him and counted it out for the man. She made sure to include a ten-dollar tip.

When Denae closed the door, she started laughing and jumped back on the couch with Bill, sitting on her knees. "Did you enjoy that?"

"What was that about?" Bill asked, shaking his head.

She put her arms around his neck. "A lot of people saw me naked today, but you didn't get to see any of them seeing me. So, I wanted my candaulist boyfriend to get something out of making the trip with me."

He shook his head.

Denae continued, "Why don't we eat supper in bed?" Tugging at his shirt, she added, "Of course, you're overdressed."

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