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We soon settled into a routine much as the one we had before I had accepted so many field assignments -- we had both thought the added bonuses would make the separations worthwhile. We worked, ate, slept, and engaged in occasional entertainment. But there was uneasiness on my part wondering when the first event of our open marriage would occur.
There were hints. Once in a bowling alley, Judie caught me openly admiring another female bowler's form and remarked, "Would you like to have sex with her?"
I said I doubted her husband, who was nearby, would like that. She replied, "You never know until you ask."
Another time, a guy whistled at her when she bent over in a store (I was an aisle away and he didn't connect us) and on the way home she asked what I would have done if she flirted with him?
For the most part, we only discussed it when we talked about our friends. Judie seemed particularly annoyed that Migs and Helen had an open marriage but it seemed to be one-way. She once told me we ought to party with them as she found Migs attractive but until she knew I had "nailed" Helen, Migs wasn't going to touch her.
Judie came home one evening and said the girls at work had discussed strip clubs and how they hold amateur nights. She was obviously excited by the subject and admitted she had pressed one of the girls who seemed to have had some experience with it for details. It seemed she, the girl at work, had taken part in an amateur strip contest at a club about an hour and a half from where we lived. She claimed she won second place the first time she had danced and had danced several times since, always winning first or second prize. Judie doubted she was as good as she claimed but had pressed her for details about how the contests worked.
The girl had explained that her boyfriend liked to show her off and had taken her there. She said most of the girls in the contest were accompanied by husbands or boyfriends and that it was a mixture of girls who asked their men to take them and men who convinced the girls to participate. She said the rules were different at different locations as well as there being differences in the state laws. She preferred the one club because it tolerated full nudity even though it was against that state's law.
She claimed she had even had sex with club patrons at times and that she and her boyfriend had been thrown out one night because he had sex with her at their table while watching other girls dance. Judie seemed intrigued by the possibilities but was leery of going to the club her friend had mentioned for fear of running into someone she knew at work.
I suggested we go to another club about the same distance away and just see how things were done. There was an "underground" paper which featured ads for such clubs so we did a little reading and chose one. We made plans to go the next night they had an amateur contest scheduled.
Not expecting to do much except watch, Judie wore a skirt and blouse and low heel shoes. I wore slacks and sport shirt. As warned by the girl at work, I was carrying enough cash for drinks and tips. I expected to have to spend a couple of hundred dollars during the evening. We arrived a little early and pretty much had our choice of tables so I asked the hostess for the best table to see how things worked. She told us a good place but warned us there would be a lot of traffic by the table as men moved around seeking the best view.
We had wine coolers, not wanting to actually get drunk. The place began to fill up shortly before the contest was to begin. A couple of guys seemed very interested in Judie and one asked whether she was entered in the contest. She told him we were "just looking" and he asked her whether she had ever stripped before. He claimed she would be a natural.
Finally, the MC called for all the girls who had entered the contest to go to a door marked "Stage Door" and several girls got up and did so. It was fun to watch some hesitate but be encouraged by others at their tables while others seemed to be anxious to get there.
The MC announced, "Here's Misty", and a blonde sort of danced out onto the stage. She looked like a deer caught in headlights but was game enough to dance around a bit and then removed her top, followed by her skirt. The people at her table began to chant, "Take it off!" and she removed her bra. She wasn't much of a dancer and certainly not a tease. The song wasn't half over and she only had on her panties -- bright red and slightly transparent -- and just sort of danced around the edges of the stage. The people at her table were still cheering her on and when the music finished she turned away and dropped her panties down to expose her rear to her own table before running off the stage, stopping only to pick up the various pieces of her clothing.
We had been told the state we were in did not allow full nudity so the girls all kept their panties on. Some were pretty good dancers and one backed out after coming out on the stage and losing her nerve. Only one was really good and she put on an act worthy of her husband's or boyfriend's encouragement. She danced well and removed her clothing in a teasing way, exposing first one breast, then the other, and finally both. She also tested the limits of the rules by standing at the edge of the stage in front of her lover and really shaking her torso, doing some bumps and grinds as she dropped her panties low enough to expose her pubic area with its shaved Mons long enough to allow everyone a good view.
The MC was clearly disappointed at the number of participants and with their skills. He began to encourage other women to join in the contest and win the prize. At one point, he looked at Judie and said, "You look like you're ready to show everyone how it's done."
She looked at me and said, "What do you think? I know I can tease better than most of these girls but I'm not sure I'm ready."
I answered, "It's up to you. You know better than me whether you are ready to go through with it."
That seemed to make up her mind and she rose and started toward the stage door without another word to me. The MC egged her on and told the crowd, "She's a firecracker! Bear with us while we get ready."
She told me later they had quickly explained the rules and had her sign a release. The MC asked what music she wanted but they didn't have "Midnight in Moscow" so they settled on "Night Train". She was, by this time, ready to back out but gritted her teeth and stepped out onto the stage. The MC introduced her as "Chili Pepper". As the music started, she began to move to the beat. She said it had seemed natural to move her body in sensuous ways to match the music. She was soon raising her skirt first in the rear and then in the front to expose her panties -- she was wearing the plain white nylon panties she usually wore. She came to the edge of the stage in front of me and faced away, bent over and dropped her panties down over her buttocks and wiggled her rear at me -- and about 20 other guys. That got her a lot of cheers.
Finally, she dropped her skirt and danced back toward the center of the stage. She planted her feet about shoulder-wide and began a bump and grind to the music while unbuttoning her blouse. She dropped it from one shoulder, then the other, before tossing it toward the back. She fumbled with her bra, obviously struggling to remove it gracefully. But she stood proudly in only her panties, continuing her suggestive movements. She came back to the edge of the stage and again bent forward away from me and continued to dance.
Some of the men had placed dollar bills in the waistband of some of the girls to show their approval. Up until now, Judie hadn't stayed near the edge of the stage long enough to collect such tips. But now a man came up behind her and placed a bill under the leg bands of her panties, spanning her crotch so the ends of the bill showed on both sides. He stepped back and sucked one of his fingers into his mouth as if to show he had groped her. I wondered if he had actually gotten a finger into her but the music stopped suddenly and she gathered up her clothes and disappeared backstage.
It seemed a long time before she returned to the table, fully dressed but flushed with excitement. Several guys came by the table asking her for a "private dance" but she told them she was an amateur. We had a long drive ahead of us but we needed to wait to see who won. This was done by having the contestant's line up on the stage and the audience applause was measured as the MC presented each girl.
Judie seemed very disappointed she was awarded only an "honorable mention" while three other girls took home prize money. I tried to console her that it was only her first try, and unexpected at that.
In the car, I kissed her and felt between her legs and found her soaking wet -- and the bill was still in the crotch of her panties. I removed it and it, too, was wet. I told her she should frame it for our den. I asked her whether the guy had had actually gotten a finger inside her and she said, "No -- but he did cop a feel by sliding his finger along my slit."
As we started home, I suggested we stop for coffee so I could stay awake. We entered a diner down the road from the club and sat down in a booth. Looking up, I noticed that one of the men at the counter had been at the strip club and watched Judie dance. He was a distinguished looking gentleman perhaps 10 years older than us. I didn't know if he had noticed us or if he recognized us. There was little doubt he did when he came over and asked if he could join us. I was a bit nervous but reasoned it was a public place so I shifted over so he could sit next to me.
He introduced himself as "Jon" and we shook hands. He was facing Judie and spoke mostly to her but obviously knew I was also listening. He said, "Young lady, I really enjoyed your performance this evening. You have a lovely body and obviously enjoy showing it off. You also seem to enjoy teasing men with something they desire but cannot have. But I'm pretty sure this was your first time to do this. I have some experience with these things as I enjoy watching women 'strut their stuff', as it were. I observed how disappointed you seemed to be that you didn't win the contest but I never saw a woman win her first time out.
"Let me offer you some advice. If you compete again, plan ahead. You removed your outer clothes much too quickly. Learn the rhythm of the songs so you show your underwear about half way through the song and remove your bra about 45 seconds before the song ends. That gives you time to show your stuff and get off the stage when the music stops."
Judie interrupted, "Well, I wasn't planning to dance tonight. We came to see how it was done so I could come back another night and compete."
"Well, that explains some things. As I said, you have a lovely body and you obviously enjoy showing it. But the younger guys who make the most noise and, thus determine the winner don't expect to see the sort of underwear you were wearing. Quite frankly, they call the type of panties you are wearing 'granny panties' and they expect your pubic hair to be shaved off. I personally like your closely trimmed hair but then I'm older than the normal crowd. And your bra was just run-of-the mill.
"Your breasts are not large and these guys really like large breasts. But you can overcome that by emphasizing your really strong points. You are slender with flaring hips, so learning to dance in high heel shoes will emphasize that and also your nice long legs. But if you appear clumsy in them, try another method.
"Let me suggest you invest in some thong panties so you can pull them into your cracks and crevices to really show off your body. You have beautiful buttocks and if you have only a string between them, you will drive the guys nuts!
"I suggest you shave all your pubic area but if you don't want to do that, at least shave all but a thin strip so that you show skin on both sides of your panties. I also suggest a bra you can open in the front so you can open it while you have your back to the audience and then turn around and flash them a couple of times before you remove it. Something I've seen girls do is carry a scarf so they can use it to tease -- using it to hide their public regions while they pull their panties down but raise them back before moving the scarf. Also, sliding the scarf in a sawing motion between their legs seems to drive the men wild.
"One last thing: the rules say you cannot expose your pubic region. I'm sure the stage manager told you that. And tonight there was a deputy in the audience; he wasn't there to bust anyone but the management can't take any chances in what they let you do. But, when the bouncers are sure there is no law enforcement in the audience, the rules get bent more than a little. Take your cue by watching the stage manager so she can nod yes or no when you want to break the rules. I've seen girls bend over and expose everything they have to the audience or lie on the floor and spread their legs so they can pull their panties aside and show it all. It's up to you how far you go when the stage manager knows there is no danger of the club losing its liquor license."
He told us the number of songs a girl danced to was based upon how much the audience demanded. If a girl removed all her clothing during the first song, there wouldn't likely be a second. If she finished "leaving them begging for more" she would likely be asked to dance a second set and on rare occasions, a third.
Judie asked him why he spent so much time in the clubs and he told a sad story: his wife had been in an auto accident and had been in a coma for five years. He didn't want to date women while she was alive, so he made do with strip clubs. He wished he could occasionally have sex with a woman but only if there was no emotional attachment. He claimed that would allow him to feel as if he was not "cheating" on his wife.
As we left, Judie hugged him and thanked him for the advice. She said if she won first prize next time she would have to share her winnings with him.
When we got home, we were exhausted and fell asleep almost as soon as our heads hit our pillows. But the next morning we made love before going to work. She was still excited and told me she was determined to win and was going to work on her "routine".
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