The Logic Of A Stripper PART 3

The Performance.

The opening bars of Crazy were a signal to Mia that the stage and PA crew had set up the stage as she had requested. If the music had followed the set programme, she would have switched her performance to the pole and floor based routine that she had rehearsed.

The stage was shaped like a letter U VIP clients were seated in the empty portion of the U, giving them a premium, "up close" experience. There was a podium for pole dancing that just seemed to float amongst the audience to the left. Two more poles were sited further back from the crowd at the bottom of the U, with a projection screen behind them. Normally, the MC's mic stand was to the right hand side. There were also steps down to the audience seating area.

But, tonight, Mia's professional debut, the right side was was obscured by a black velvet curtain. Jan, the club owner, had been away on business, walked in and uttered, what the fuck? as she had instantly noticed that the stage had been reconfigured, without her knowledge. But the music had began playing and Jan didn't want her guests to know anything had deviated from the norm, so she kept her concerns to herself. Undisclosed to the staff, Jan was playing host to two potential new business partners. Naturally, she wanted the night to go well.

Unlike the dancers, Jan was always preoccupied with the relevant Health and Safety regulations and avoiding any liability. She knew the local council which had been reluctant to grant the club's licence to operate in their borough, would have a field day if there were any transgressions. Club revenues had been buoyant and gave Jan a good income, so naturally, she was very protective of it. Jan watched with stressful anticipation.

The house lights dimmed and Mia steps out from the changing area to stage left. Mia had stuck to her minimalist dress style. She stood barefoot in the tiny string electric blue latex film bikini. The spotlight bathed her slender body in a strong white light. The thin film of baby oil on her contours really caught the light, along with her belly button piercing which naturally drew gazes to her pole defined abs.

Mia's heart rate again thumped to the beat of the music. She walked confidently, with the grace of a cat, to the podium on the left. As she moved she felt the thin g-string move until it was seated deep in her ass. The feel of the latex against her anus was reflected in her facial expression. She felt good.

Mia grabbed the pole with her left hand and assumed a pose with her hips kinked to the right. She started to rotate her hips and then stopped. Jan thought that Mia had frozen like a rabbit in the headlights, because it was a full house. Of course, Mia had planned the pause for dramatic effect.

Mia then holds up her right hand. She shakes her index finger and head in a very animated and deliberate, "Nope" gesture. Now Mia held the the attention of the audience. Even Jan stood open mouthed. The spotlight traced Mia's progress to the right hand side of the stage, and, just before she got there, the velvet curtain swished back to reveal Mia's fait de compli.

A few days prior, Mia had spotted the perfect stage prop in storage, when she had gone to speak to one of the stage crew after bringing in the required ID to prove she was over 18. The club operated a strict photo id requirement. Due diligence was essential when taking on new girls. The club's licence conditions demanded this. Jan had drummed into the staff that legal compliance was paramount.

Mia found out that the stage prop hadn't been used for years, and had largely been forgotten about. It tugged at her imagination; and in Mia's world, that spelled extreme mischief.

Now there was a step ladder leading to the bowl of a life-sized champagne glass. It was just over half filled with water. Mia slowly went up the ladder, milking as much dramatic effect as she could. A spotlight directly above the glass blazed down onto it. The house lights were dimmed low. Mia was getting turned on now as all eyes in the house were focused on her. She clawed at her bra string with such brio that her boobs bounced. She rubbed her nipple bars as they caught the light. Mia had planned a graceful slide into the water, but in her excitement, she plopped into the water making a huge splash. How very me she mused.

Mental composure returned in a flash. Mia stopped circling the bowl like a demented shark and pressed her tits up tight against the glass, directly facing the VIP guests, her nipple bars making a gentle chink noise. At this point, she was on her knees with water was at shoulder level. The crowd were silent, transfixed. Jan's heart was in her mouth. She gulped down more champagne.

Mia removed her g-string but seemed to take a moment to do that. She threw her g-string out of the glass and onto the stage floor and furtively, grabbed a butt plug that had been taped to the side of the bowl, just above the water line. Mia slid the bulb shaped butt plug slowly into her anus. The little shudder of her body indicated that the sensation was very pleasurable indeed. She sighed gently as her sphincter snapped shut behind the bulbous part, leaving only a simple ruby red glass knob visible.

Operation Top Slut had gone well. Now she planned to titillate and fascinate the audience further. She turned to the stage crew and nodded. The music changed and one of the stage crew was amused to be holding a remote control for the butt plug. This turned on a red light in the exposed end of the plug. Mischievously, the stage hand started playing with the vibration intensity. Mia had absolutely no control over this and bloody loved it. That loss of control whilst being watched, heightened her arousal.

Just like her audition, she made some hard snap poses showing off her body to all. These convulsive movements caused more water to splash out of the bowl and attracted whistles from the audience. Little did they know that Mia's ass was being so stimulated. The VIP guests witnessed how her breathing quicken as the act progressed.

Mia certainly knew how to strike a pose, making the best of her svelte figure, and swish back her wet hair. She chuckled as she thought the butt plug light reminded her of the red eye of the "Terminator". It was deep red like a laser pointer, bobbing around in the darkness. If she held the audience's attention before, now she had it by the balls. There were whoops and whistles from the VIP seats because they could see Mia's nipples were rock hard and how her engorged clit gave away how aroused she really was.

The guests at Jan's table heard Jan exclaim, Jesus Christ! a little louder than she wanted to broadcast. Meanwhile, Mia was totally engrossed in the music and her revealing routine. She was wet and not because of her obvious state of hydration. The trance would only be broken when the music stopped. One of the investors at Jan's table commented, you've certainly got a live one there. I'd like to talk to her later.

Mia timed her withdrawal from the glass perfectly. The song ended with her facing the audience whilst brazenly doing the splits, with her legs spanning the diameter of the glass. Her clit piercing glinted in the spotlight and her abs gave away her breathing and the effort she had expended in her act. But Mia wasn't yet done. She gracefully moved towards the step ladder and climbed down to the stage. Jan managed to exhale.

Mia did what become her signature finish. She fell onto her splayed knees and arched her back so that her hair trailed on the floor behind her. The butt plug was still pulsing hard and she did well to hold that pose for what seemed like eternity, but in reality it was mere seconds. Then the air filled with rapturous applause, whistles and table banging.

Mia leapt to her feet, with tears of pride rolling down her cheeks and took a bow. She could not hide her whole body was quivering with pleasure and was having another involuntary public orgasm. All that attention and applause gave her the biggest rush she had ever experienced. That moment crystallised her exhibitionist craving. Mia knew there would be no turning back now.

Mia's eyes were wide like a startled cat and the tears stung her. But that didn't bother her at all. This was her moment and she felt fit to burst. Right now she wouldn't have traded place with anyone. A star was born.

There was an unusually rapturous applause. The MC tried to announce the next act, so Mia darted off the stage, after collecting her bikini. There was still a great hubbub in the crowd. The stage crew told Mia to back out and take another bow. She hurriedly donned another bikini and went out to face the audience and was shocked to see a flurry of tips on the stage for her.

The Aftermath.

In the club there was usually a pause between each act or spot as the dancers referred to them. These were designed to give the punters time to get to the bar. The fact that Mia's spot had lasted longer than usual and that she had been recalled to the stage had "ruffled the feathers" of the other strippers. This jealousy was heightened by the flurry of tips that Mia had collected. Put simply, time was money to the other dancers, who were missing the opportunity to showcase their art and be selected for the more lucrative client lap dances.

In reality, Mia's spot had not taken an excessively long time slot out of the programme, but in truth, the audience's reaction to Mia was fuelling some bitchiness from the dancers. Still on an emotional high, Mia, noted this new parameter in the game for future consideration. Right now, Mia felt resilient and mentally, she was giving the other dancers the rhetorical "middle finger". No one was going to stand in her way. Period.

Mia had returned to the changing area and was sitting on a bench, resting her back against the refreshingly cool row of metal lockers. She had been enjoying a well earned hot chocolate and had was counting up her tips quickly before any of her jealous workmates appeared.

The count was interrupted by Jan, who had her sour boss-woman face on. Mia looked up and tried to diffuse the situation and asked her boss how did she do. Taking a rather harsh tone, Jan indicated that whilst the act was creative and went well with the audience, that pulling a stunt like that, again, without prior authorisation, would result in her termination. Jan qualified this by explaining that she personally had to carry the can for what happens out there. She asked, what if you had fallen, or if the bloody water blew the electrics? I get you wanted to make a great impression on your debut, but you must simply run anything out of the ordinary with me first!

Mia asked what time her next spot would be later that evening. She knew that would goad Jan, but she hated the fact that she was being criticised for her creativity and for keeping the bar tills ringing. Jan, now in full bitch mode, said to let the other girls take it from here tonight. Jan told her to take your tips and fuck off for tonight. Comeback tomorrow and we will talk then. Jan got to the door and turned, and added that she almost forgot. I want you to leave that bikini on and go out to my table, one of my guests would like to meet you. I have to sort out the girls and get the show back on track. Put the cash safe and get out there.

Mia complied and adjusted the shiny gold string bikini she was wearing. A quick look in the mirror assured the tiny string back was tight in her butt and her piercings were prominent, and she was doing her sexy cat walk right up to Jan's table. Mia explained that she had been sent to the table by Jan and was there to answer any questions that they might have.

The first gentleman to speak was called Karl. He introduced his business partner, Dimitri and explained that they owned several, well established clubs and various enterprises. Karl stated that they knew a good dancer when they see one. Karl further remarked, if this is your first professional act, you have done amazingly well. He placed a business card in Mia's hand. Both men stated they would love to have her onboard and stated that Jan's place was so, limiting for such a talent as hers.

Mia thanked Karl and made her way back to the changing area. She was in analytical mode again and had worked out that Jan had underestimated Karl and Dimitri. Those guys seemed a lot more predatory than just potential investors. Mia's mind was preoccupied and was startled when she felt a light touch on her arm.

Mia was stopped in her tracks by a young man who commented that her act was bloody amazing. He added that when he first set eyes on Mia, in the garden, that she had the body of a stripper. Mia immediately recognised that it was Lee, the roofer, that had first seeded this idea in her head. Seeing Lee, there in that moment felt like an electric shock coursing through her body. She had always figured that it might get out that she was stripping, but it was a bit of a shock, seeing Lee there on her first spot ever.

Lee was returning from the bar, balancing two drinks in one hand. Mia acknowledged him and calmly asked how he was. Lee asked if Mia would do a private lap dance for him and his bi-sexual girlfriend. Mia thought about the proposal and was intrigued at the prospect of exploring another another avenue of kink. Mia explained that she was banned from the club for the rest of the evening, but would be happy to dance for Lee and his girlfriend another time. Lee's girl, Dani told Mia that they both thought she was gorgeous and looked forward to that. She quickly scribbled their contact details on a napkin, gave it to Mia and then wished her good night.

Mia drove home quietly with massive grin on her face. She imagined her mother saying something along the lines of you've made a bloody spectacle of yourself and chuckled at how she anticipated the whole spot, danced in a champagne glass naked with a dildo in her ass and had two very public orgasms. Mia accepted that certainly could be described as making a show of herself. She also knew her mum would never understand how turned on she was at being the sole focus of such a largely male audience that had appreciated her act to the tune of £800 in tips. Mia arrived home safely but had a sleepless night ahead.

Fortuna Fortis Favet. (aka Fortune Favours The Brave)

Mia resolved to use an online OSINT tool to drill down into the background and business activities of that pair the next day. Curiosity was driving her to find out more about Karl and to estimate how he might promote her kinky adventures. Then there was the acknowledgement that the Lee and Dani enquiry could lead to an unexpected tangent of kink. Here was the temptation to push erotic boundaries even further.

Mia had the weekend before needing to concentrate on uni classes again. She pondered the two contact numbers. One could net her even greater exposure and that made her smile, whilst the other, was something radically new, with the potential to explore the boundaries of her own sexuality. Once again her analytical nature was running the numbers and calculating risk. Which path would should she take? What if she explored both? What if returning to the club the next evening presented further options?