Dani's Second Movie Ch 30

Saturday, Nov 13, 2021

I went to the club with Katie early Saturday to pack my things. I left just enough for that night, plus most of my clothes in the community closet, so the girls could split them up however they wanted. I just kept enough in my locker for one more night, including my makeup, perfume, and skin cream, and all of that'll be donated after tonight.

I could hardly believe it was nearly over, going home in two days. I was nearly in tears, packing my things, but elated that I was going to see my husband, my family, and my friends. I just didn't know how I was going to assimilate back into a life that seemed a lifetime ago... and an entire world away.

I called my husband, and as soon as he answered he yelled to Joe, one of his employees, that his wife was on the phone, and he'd be in his office for a few minutes. I only hoped that the flood of customers would wait just a little while, I needed to hear my man's voice.

We talked about me coming home, "Your ticket will be at the Southwest counter," he said, "flight's at ten-eighteen, you have to be there no later than eight."

I started to cry, I wanted him so badly, to feel his arms around me, his body heat next to mine in bed, his... fuck, everything! Two more days...!

I got myself under control, and we talked another ten-fifteen minutes, anxiously awaiting 9:45 pm Monday when I WILL BE HOME, until he said the customers were suddenly flocking through the door and he had to get off the phone.

I was busy getting myself ready for the night when I got a text from Jeff. I had to laugh, Hughes, Jeff Hughes... His last name wasn't funny, just how I'd learned it, and the rest of that night rolled through my brain, how he'd... that was the first time I'd been spanked. I hated it, then... loved it, never been fucked quite like he had.

I shook my head, trying to clear away the memory of the fucking I'd gotten that night. It would never happen again, of that, I was sure. Not that I didn't want it to. I have to admit, I liked it... a lot!

Oh, the text from Jeff, I got sidetracked for a moment, he just wanted to let me know that he'd scheduled me for eight, ten, and twelve, a light night. Except... it wasn't going to be 'light', it was going to be... I wasn't even sure, other than that it was going to be different after what I'd told Katie the other day. I just had no idea 'how' it was going to be different, how she was going to do it.

I felt the tingle in my pussy, the wet arousal just thinking about my last night. I remembered thinking that I'd never get used to it, and I haven't. I love how it still turns me on so much, every time, every time that I walk out on that stage the thrill goes through me, knowing... I'm taking my clothes off... getting naked, my tits, my pussy, everything! That's a big part of what makes me wonder about resuming that other life, how I'll miss that constant stimulation.

Of course, after nearly eleven weeks of denied orgasms, it doesn't take a lot to inflame my sex drive.

I looked at my watch, one-eighteen, I had like six hours until I needed to be at the club.

Except that Katie called about two minutes later, "Hey girlfriend, you want a ride, I'm leaving at three?"

I thanked her for the offer, but told her that Jeff didn't have me scheduled until eight, so I'd take my car.

"You sure? You could come and be a customer for a few hours, just enjoy yourself. You have anything else planned?"

I didn't. I was rested, and... "Sure, why not," I told my friend.

I checked my meager closet for something to wear, as a customer, something I hadn't already packed away, and then it dawned on me, exactly what I wanted; a pair of shorts, one that I'd bought one day out with Katie for a day of fun, except that I'd already packed them. I pawed through my bag, careful to not wreck it completely, and found them, the skin-tight, low on the hips, frayed denim shorts, skimpy bikini bottom size, and the top, a skimpy lace halter that tied right underneath my tits, leaving me bare below. I had to giggle as I was putting them on, remembering the looks Katie and I had gotten that day as we wandered along the river, all my tattoos on full display

I put on a little makeup and perfume, much less than if I was performing, and when Katie popped in, I was ready for an evening of fun before my finales. Not that those weren't going to be fun too, but different.

"Girlfriend, you look HOT," Katie told me as her eyes scanned up and down.

I couldn't help but giggle when those eyes settled on my tits, "Eyes up here," I pointed, and we both broke out in the giggles.

God, I was going to miss her!

I had her let me off at the front door and paid the forty-dollar entrance fee, or at least tried to. Larry wouldn't take my money, so I explained that I was just a customer tonight. "Still," he said, "girls that look like you don't pay no entrance," and he waved me in.

"Call it a tip then," I told him, as I laid the two twenties on the counter.

It was semi-dark inside, I'd never gone in this way, not a single time in my three months, not since that first time when I'd been scared out of my wits. It was still quiet, maybe a dozen or so customers scattered around.

There was a guy sitting alone a couple tables back from the stage that I thought I recognized, like he'd been here before, but wasn't sure, a normal middle-aged guy, maybe fifties, nearly bald, one of those kinds of guys who no one notices. "Mind if I sit, share the table with you?" I asked him.

He looked at me like... maybe I'm being a little vain, but I was sure his look was more 'is this for real'? than anything else. I don't know why, but the way this 'ordinary' guy was looking at me sent a wave of heat through me, maybe it had something to do with the number eleven... eleven weeks!

He motioned to the chair on the opposite side of the table, "Please," he said. The guy looked scared to death that a pretty girl was offering to sit with him.

So I sat, giving him my hand, "Jenny," I said, the first name that popped into my head, "call me Jen."

"Vance," he told me, a name I hadn't heard often.

"You somehow look familiar," he told me, "you here often?" as his eyes burned a hole straight through me.

"Couple times over the last few months," I told him, "I don't ever remember seeing you, though."

He laughed, "Not many people do, but I'm curious, why's such a pretty girl out here sittin' with a guy like me, not... up there," pointing on the stage.

I looked where he was pointing, the stage where I'd gotten naked so many times over the last months, "I dunno, maybe this girl kinda likes guys like you, you seem like a nice guy, any reason I shouldn't like you?"

He laughed, "Ain't never had a girl like you sit with me, talk to me, or anythin' else."

I shrugged, "Their loss, I guess, you married?" There was no ring on his finger, so I guessed not, but you can never tell for sure.

"Nope, was once, but it didn't take, was a long time ago. Got a kid outta the deal though, a son, twenty-seven now."

I sighed, "Me neither, had a boyfriend not long ago, but he dumped me for a newer, prettier model."

Those eyes again, scanning me, "Musta been some beauty then, not many's prettier 'n you."

I smiled at him, "Thank you, that's the nicest compliment I've gotten for a long time."

"Not tryin' ta pick ya up or anythin', but can I buy you a drink?"

I gave him my biggest smile, "Yeah, I'd like that, please."

So he waved at one of the waitresses, a new girl, Julie, and she came over, "Get the lady whatever she wants on my tab," he told her, as I was trying to give her a look telling her that I didn't know her.

She got the message, "How about just a glass of wine, red, I guess," I told her, and she was off.

He looked at me quizzically, like 'wine'? here? "I like wine, never used to, but gotten to like it."

"She's pretty," I told him, "why don't you ask her for a lap dance or something?"

"Never liked the idea of payin' fer sex, rather just look."

"You know, like I said, I've been here a couple times, and the impression I've gotten is that the girls enjoy doing nice things for nice guys. Sure, they get paid a little bit, but it's still enjoyable for them. How 'bout if I ask her to give you a short dance for twenty bucks, on me?"

Again, he looked at me with lust in his eyes, "Rather have... never mind, sure, but I'll pay her for it."

I'd 'rather' too, but it wasn't what I was here for this afternoon, "Nope, on me, I insist, when she brings back my wine."

A moment later, Julie was back with a tray with my wine, and I told her, "You too busy, my friend would like a dance," and I handed her two twenties from my clutch purse.

"I'd love to," she answered, "thank you," and she stood in front of Vance, leaning over him with her hands on his shoulders, gyrating her body, wearing nothing except the 'costume', a g-string and pasties, gradually sitting on his lap, and when he put his hands on her waist, she gently told him it wasn't allowed.

When she was done, having brushed his lips a couple times with the pasties, the man had a sizeable erection in his pants that I silently drooled over.

After that, he and I had a wonderfully enjoyable afternoon, I bought him two more lap dances, but he steadfastly refused anything else. By seven-thirty, I was so glad that Katie had insisted I come with her. Although, my three glasses of wine had left me just a bit woozy.

When it was time for me to get ready, I apologized to Vance that I had to go, but told him that I hoped to see him here again, then gave him a kiss on his cheek before I left out through the front door.

He tried to convince me to stay, but I explained that I had someone to meet at eight and had to go.

I contemplated my new friend as I walked around back and through the back door, wishing I'd met him long ago. He'd never come right out and said when was the last time he'd had sex, but I gathered it had been a long time.

Saturday evening, by then the club had filled. Out front, when I went outside, a line stretched out, probably a couple dozen people waiting to get inside. I didn't know if that had ever happened before, at least not in my three months.

I thought of Vance as I sat at my share of the makeup table, trying to make myself especially pretty, and decided at the last minute that the clothes I was wearing would be just fine for my dance.

I spritzed a little more perfume, and Katie handed me my clear, six-inch stilettos.

I remembered walking down the sidewalk that first day, petrified of walking through that door, ready to turn and run. If my stomach hadn't been grumbling... If Stan had taken a few seconds longer to open his door...

Now, I checked myself out in the mirror one last time, liking the sexed-up version of Tara Reed that I saw. That girl was ultra turned on, you could see it in her face, and about to become even more so. How she was going to do this... and then two more dances, I had no clue

"And now folks, her very last night on our stage, the very, very beautiful Taurrraaaaa!" Jeff's voice, reminding me how he'd sounded 'that' night, the night he'd fucked me.

I stepped out onto the stage, my eyes going straight to... Vance, still there, sitting alone. Good, I was afraid that after I left, he might have too. I went straight to right in front of him, looked at him with a smile, and blew him a kiss as my music began.

His eyes were wide, face in a bit of a shock, which stayed as I gradually took off what few clothes I had on, watching him, letting him know that I was dancing just for him, like he was the only one in the room.

He looked in a total state of shock as I slowly slid my soaked g-string down my legs and tossed it to him, mouthing to him, 'Don't go away'.

Back in the dressing room, I was in a state of euphoria, my pussy gushing, thinking of what I was about to do. I touched up my makeup, added a bit of gloss to my red lips, spritzed perfume, and borrowed back a sheer, pink babydoll that I'd put in the community closet earlier.

A moment later, I was strolling across the floor toward a particular table. I sat down on his lap and told him, "It's a coincidence, but admission to the back room is exactly one g-string, you have anything like that?

The poor man was speechless but handed me the panties I'd given him minutes earlier, "Perfect," I told him, stood, and took his hand, giving him a small tug. He followed me as I came to room number four, and pressed in my PIN 0219.

Inside, he tried to hand me the panties, I laughed and told him, "They're yours, a souvenir."

We sat on the couch, and I put his hand on my leg, rubbing it gently, letting him know it's okay in here. "Like Jeff said, today's my last day here. I came in early with a friend," I told him, "You gave me the best afternoon I've had in a very long time, thank you," and leaned over, giving him a long, lingering kiss on the lips.

"We have about an hour, maybe even a little more, anything you want... except, we can't do what I'm sure we both want... but almost anything else," and I stood, my hands gripping the bottom of my babydoll, "You want me to do it or you want to?"

He sat, still shellshocked as I took my hands away, "I'd like it more if you undressed me," I told him, "and don't be afraid to touch whatever and however you want. What I said about the girls enjoying it goes double or triple for me, especially with someone I really like," and I knelt in front of him, "Undress me," I again told him.

I didn't tell him how I was burning up with desire, how I so badly wanted him to fuck me.

He reached up, his hands shaking, and put them on my waist over the babydoll. I closed my eyes, let out a little moan, and my hands over his, pushing them up.

He finally appeared to accept what I'd been telling him, and began pushing the babydoll up my body, up over my tits. I was in bliss, holding my arms up for him to slide it off. When he had, I once again took his hands in mine and placed them over my tits, moaning when he began to gently caress them, pinching my hard nipples.

I scooted up on his lap, my legs spread, and rocked my barely covered pussy against his hard shaft, "Ohh, that feels so good," I told him, not having to pretend in the least. I wanted this man, this perfectly 'ordinary' middle-aged man, wanted him inside me so badly, not sure how I was going to survive an hour of this.

I was bare on top, my tits naked and wanting, "Kiss them, suck them... please..." and pulled his head down onto my left tit. "Oh fuck," I moaned when I felt his lips, and thrust my chest out to him.

He changed to my right tit, biting harder, better, and I could barely contain myself, shaking when I stood, "Panties, please!"

This time he didn't hesitate, his hands still shaky, but he slipped fingers inside the tiny strap, and pushed them down, revealing my dripping pussy.

"Not supposed to but... touch... please."

And my moan was much more forceful when he rubbed me just inside my wet lips, my hips instinctively humping his hand. God, how I wanted him to fuck me, to feel him spurting inside me, to come on his cock!

I was NOT going that far, couldn't.

I sat back down on his lap, trapping his hand at my pussy, and kissed him, this time a 'real' kiss, tongues, lust, moans...

I felt his fingers, working their way inside me, groaned, couldn't stop him, pulled his lips to mine, my body stiffening, right on the edge. 'Before', the orgasm would have exploded inside me. Now... the pleasure, the need so much more intense...

I felt his body suddenly stiffen, and he pulled back, his face in a grimace, body suddenly like stone, coming...

It seemed to go on for minutes, and when it was over, he could barely move.

"Jenny... Jen... I haven't come like that for... I have no idea how long, probably decades.

The front of the man's pants was a mess!

I was a mess too! Just a different kind of mess.

There are always a few towels kept in the desks in the rooms, just for such an incident. I handed one to Vance and told him, "It's always a compliment to a girl the harder a guy comes, I'm happy for you."

We sat and talked after, holding hands, him rubbing my still naked body. He'd been sated, but me, just the opposite... his fingers inside my pussy were a massive turn-on, but then watching him orgasm had sent me into the stratosphere!

And then, the way he was rubbing me... and watching the tent growing in his pants again...!

I checked the clock, nine-o-three, still... "You know, we still have another half-hour, you can still suck my tits if you want," I told him, "play with my pussy..." and he kissed me, his hand squeezing my tit, pinching my nipple.

Seconds later, the hand that had been on my tit was between my legs, those legs spread wide for him, his mouth had migrated to my tit, and I was in a near constant wail of pleasure and desire, my body refusing to give in to what I craved so deeply.

The 'one full year' consequence if it had relented...

And it was suddenly nine-thirty, time to get ready for another set.

I was laid back on the couch, Vance kissing my stomach, gently tugging at my navel rings with his mouth... and I already know what you're going to say, 'Tara's a slut'.

Well, guess what, you're right, and I don't give a fuck!

In forty-eight hours, I'll be my husband's slut... three months, it's been!

I tapped Vance on the back and began to pull away, reluctantly... very reluctantly!

"You still got it, fella," I told him when we were sitting side-by-side, and I pulled his hand to my mouth, the fingers that had just been inside me, and licked them off, one after the other, the sweet taste of my own pussy juices on them.

"You go out there, dress up nice, and find the prettiest single lady you can, and I'll put any amount of money that she'll be thrilled to go out with you," I told him. "Just be confident in yourself."

We kissed one last time, and I was alone, twenty-seven minutes from doing it all over again. To say that my pussy was aching was... there just ain't no correlation.

I was left naked and shattered, every rational thought gone, except one... I had twenty-seven minutes until I did it all over again.

Once again, I somehow managed the short walk down the hall back to the dressing room and sat at my little section of the makeup table for a short, recovery break.

Rose came over and sat beside me, "You look like you could use a friend right now," she said.

I smiled and hugged her, "No one is a better friend than you, Rose, I'm going to miss you so much!"

When I backed away, she began giggling, "Someone must have had some fun, you have a hickey," pointing to a spot on my left tit, right next to my nipple.

I looked down, sure enough, a little red spot, "Your neck too," rubbing it with her finger.

I closed my eyes, remembering, remembering exactly when...

"I'm trying to not think of next week without Tara here," Rose whispered, a tear falling down her cheek.

I wiped it, "I'll miss you too, Rose, I meant it when I said you've meant so much to me."

We hugged once more, and it was time...

I desperately want to see my husband. Maybe in my writings it hasn't seemed that I've missed him, but I have... a lot. It's because of him that I've been able to do this, how many men would tolerate their wife being 'single', working in a strip club away from home for three months? My guess would be about... oh, maybe one in ten-thousand, give or take a few.

But tonight, I had to be on stage in... now twenty-two minutes, and the way I was feeling...

And it's after that, that I had to be on that stage again in a matter of minutes. After now, eleven weeks...

My makeup was a mess, I was a mess. Thankfully, Katie... It was like she was there just for me that night. She came to my rescue, wiping my face with a towelette, then going to work on it all over again.

When she finished my lipstick and polish, she slathered my body with skin lotion. If these were to be my last two performances, I guess she wanted me to look good... and smell good as she spritzed perfume. All I'd had to do was sit there, look pretty, and be pampered.

Well, that and what to wear? I had two choices, both dresses, one for each of my two dances. I chose the LBD, saving the purple for my last dance, and the 'L' in the name signified its primary quality, a deep 'V', nearly to my navel, and short, short, short. Did I think to mention it's short, barely covering my ass? Oh, backless too.

My black lace g-string, garter, and six-inch silver heels, and I was ready... and horny, four minutes 'til ten.

I sat, deep breathing, waiting, watching the clock, my heart pounding... three minutes, two, one, and my heart rate spiked, "And now, folks, her next to last time on our stage, Taurrrraaaaa!"

"That's your cue, girl, give 'em all you got." Rose, always encouraging.

I stood, opened the door, remembering that very first time, how scared I was, Brandon Lucas out there, waiting, watching. This time, there was no Brandon Lucas but still...

I walked out in my heels, knowing that I looked good, really good, that in the next ten minutes I'd be out there naked as the day I was born, almost anyway, there was no garter on my birth day. Or stripper heels. I wished... my husband... but that wasn't to be, only a couple-hundred cheering, horny men and women.

And that was when I saw him, no, not my husband, but Jeremy, of the 'Brothers Grimm', professional wrestler, a body like an oak tree, professional-grade lover! A sudden flush went through me, remembering... that night... letting my body slide down onto him, how he'd felt fully inside me... my monstrous orgasm... and my legs nearly gave out halfway onto the stage...

Even with his 'attributes', the best part of Jeremy was that I liked the guy, truly liked him.

I stopped right in front his table, sitting there alone, how? Saturday night, wrestling night. How had he known?

Jeff began my music, I began writhing, rubbing my body, my eyes on his, remembering, feeling...

I turned away, sensuously rubbed my hips, and closed my eyes momentarily, seeing him on his bed that first time, lying on his back, that dick... intimidating, every bit as imposing as the rest of him, how nervous I was, then... sliding down...

Fuck! I turned back toward him, my eyes locked on his, and reached behind my neck, untying the halter, my legs spread apart, hips gyrating, my pussy feeling him...

I let my dress very slowly fall away, holding it with my hands over my tits, leaned over the front of the stage mere feet from his drooling eyes, moved my hands... and let the dress fall to the floor.

My g-string, I knew was soaked, my pussy's excitement somewhere up in the rafters, my body naked except the wet g-string, stockings, and stilettos.

I stepped back, and danced up and down the edge of the stage, caressing my tits and my body, the sexiest smile I could muster on my face, thinking... the back room... with Jeremy...!

That first song seemed to take forever, I wanted... my g-string, I wanted it off.

Two-hundred-eighteen sets of eyes, that's the room's capacity, it's listed on the fire marshal's notice by the door, and it was full, every chair taken, except at Jeremy's table, three empty chairs, every set of eyes on me, Tara Reid... Daniella Shore.

The second song began, and I teased with the strap of the g-string, teasing myself as much as the roomful of customers, dancing back and forth on the stage, finally, with a couple minutes left, stopped in front of Jeremy, smiled at him, my eyes fixated on his, and pushed it down my legs, thinking again of that night in his house, how the dick of a muscle-bound, 450 pound man felt like inside this woman.

What I would give to repeat that night!

The music ended, I picked up my g-string, put it to my nose, smelling the scent of a very horny girl, and handed it to Jeremy 'it's a grim day for anyone in the ring with us' Grimm.

"Don't go away, I'll be back," I whispered before picking up my dress, the money at the edge of the stage, and walked back into the dressing room.

"Oh my God!" I blubbered to Katie once safely hidden in the semi-privacy of the dressing room, "How did he know?" It was a rhetorical question, one I had no answer for. Had he really known, or was it a coincidence? It mattered not at all, and I wasn't sure that I could go through with it, the back room with Jeremy Grimm, tonight? After what I'd just been through with Vance?

Just seeing him had brought back that flood of memories. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY had ever felt like Jeremy Grimm had that night, not even big-dicked Alan Ryder.

Yeah, I know... I'm a slut, sue me!

It took several minutes to cool my libido enough to get ready to walk back out there.

I was going to save it for my last dance, but now... with Jeremy Grimm, I wanted to wear it. It's a black babydoll, the body of it from under my tits down to my thighs, ultra-thin, totally transparent, more like a smoky stocking material, except loose-fitting. The g-string's thin straps fit high on my hips, the tiny gusset slightly darker than its babydoll, but still transparent, and the bra, an embroidered mesh that didn't hide anything. I left on the black stockings and silver heels, touched up my makeup, adding a bit of lip gloss, a little more scent, and I was ready... sort of.

My nipples were certainly ready, standing out like they were made to cut diamonds.

Since that first time with Brandon Lucas, one of my favorite parts of the club has been walking out into a crowded room wearing something only meant for a very, very sexy bedroom encounter with the only intent of seducing. That would be tonight's only role.

I took a deep breath, trying to emotionally prepare myself, failing spectacularly. I was still a mess, yet walked out to Jeremy Grimm as seductively as I knew how and sat on his lap, licking my lips, "You have something of mine. I need it back, wanna go somewhere and negotiate its return?" and pressed my tits against his chest.

God!!

He had no idea just how turned on I was! Two months ago, I would never have guessed that a girl could ever be this turned on. So far, I'd been exactly right that very first time on stage when I thought that this could never get old.

Tonight was...! I can't even begin to put it into words.

I'd put these g-string panties on about two minutes earlier, and they were already soaked, my body enveloped in heat.

He bought me a drink, Sarah brought it, and I noticed his eyes following her, not that I could blame him, she was a beautiful redhead, but still, I felt a stab of jealousy.

Her red hair made me wonder, would I go back? I'd grown to love the golden-blonde, how the hairdresser had cut and trained it to frame my face and down my back. His goal had been seductive and sexy, and he'd been very successful.

I sat on his lap rubbing my tits against his chest, aching to take off my little wisp of cloth and his shirt, and we sipped our drinks, Jeremy's attention returned to my barely-covered tits pressing against him. He knew the rules and kept his hands gripping the edge of his chair when he didn't have his drink in hand, badly as I wanted them elsewhere. Soon!

I rubbed his face, tracing his scars with my fingers, remembering how he'd told me he gotten them, Afghanistan, Army Special Forces. 'The other guy wasn't so lucky', he'd told me.

We talked, I asked him how he'd known it was my last night. He chuckled, and asked me, "Do you have a friend named Katie...?"

Fifty-seven minutes later, I walked back into the dressing room on very shaky legs, my pussy an inferno of heat, and handed Jeremy's thousand dollars to Rose, "Give it to Sarah tomorrow night, tell her it's for her brother." Her four-year-old brother had broken his arm, no insurance. It was why she was here, working in a strip club. Quick money.

I had accomplished the one thing I'd promised myself, I hadn't let myself come, not that Jeremy Grimm hadn't tried, God, how he'd tried! I knew I would remember his efforts for a very long time, seared into my brain. The electroshock had done its job, it had trained my body, exactly as Erin had warned. It didn't interfere with the pleasure, the intensity still growing, like tonight, on the stage, then with Vance, with Jeremy, and Jeff last week, it drives me mad with the intensity.

And tonight, Katie? I asked her to force my body to orgasm. And yet... what if it simply won't, what if... never again?

Thirty-nine minutes until my last performance. This would be 'the one', what I'd talked to Katie about last Tuesday morning, and I was already shivering in trepidation. I'd told her, "Make me come, I don't care how you do it, just make me come." But could she?

I took out the Vagiblok and Electroshock from their case and visited the bathroom. I clipped it to the locking pins inside my pussy, the electroshock sliding deep inside me, and... my flight is scheduled to arrive in Pasco at eleven-fifteen Monday night. Accounting for retrieving my bags and the drive home with my husband, I set the app for release Monday night at ten-thirty, slid the electroshock slider to 'on', pressed the red 'lock' button, entered my PIN, 0219, read the warning that I was about to lock the Vagiblok, and pressed the little red 'lock' button, then my PIN once again. It was done, Vagiblok and electroshock locked in place, inside my pussy, impossible to remove until Monday night.

While I wanted Katie to make me come, I knew I mustn't. Just in case she did manage to push me over the edge, the electroshock would stop it, leaving my year-long vow intact.

I looked at the app on my phone one more time, and my heart sank, panic set in, the year... I'd accidentally set the year 2022, not 2021!

No, not really, but how easy it would have been.

But without the electroshock, if ever an orgasm overtakes me over the next year, that will be my fate, one more full year.

Outside the bathroom, Katie awaited me, "Shall we start on your makeup?" she asked. Apparently, for this last time, she was doing my makeup.

I sat and Katie turned me away from the mirror, working on my eyes; she had me close them, working on the eyelids, then my lashes and brows, and when she'd finished, studied them carefully, adding little bits. "Wait here," she told me while she started to get up, "and don't you dare look in the mirror." I followed her with my eyes, following her instructions, no peeking.

She pulled out a long, black cloth from her closet, and I knew exactly what it was for even before she wrapped it around my eyes, tying it behind. I was blindfolded.

"Now, I can work without worrying about you cheating a peek, and she spent the next several minutes on my cheeks, my nose, my lips, finally declaring, "There, finished, I like it."

I wished I could see, I've seen how she's often fixed her own makeup, 'creative', I guess would be the word. Always beautiful, but sometimes... different.

"Okay, time to get you dressed, but first..." and she rubbed skin lotion over my body once again. Then, "This is something I bought especially for tonight, I think you'll love it," an especially alluring perfume, a scent that I had never used, but I loved it, hard to identify what it was, but powerfully erotic.

"NOW, time to get you dressed," she said, with a giggle, and had me hold a leg out, starting a stocking, letting me pull it up. It was fishnet, I could tell from the feel, then the other. I love fishnet stockings, they always feel and look so sexy, something I'd never worn at home.

She put a choker around my neck, metal was all I could tell, light and dainty, and had me hold my legs out for the panties, except... what she put on me wasn't panties, it was a very light metal chain, probably matching the choker, but I couldn't see. It had a couple of dangling sections on the outside of my legs, and a 'gusset' of chain up my ass and pussy, but other than that, I was a hundred-percent naked.

"This is it, all of it?" I asked her, feeling... every bit of my nakedness.

"A little more will come later, but yep, this is pretty much all of it," and she slipped a pair of ankle-strap heels on me. "Now, stand, please," she told me.

"Ooh, yes, I love it," she cooed after I stood for a moment. Others in the room were going on about how good I looked too; Rose, and a couple of the other girls who were in the dressing room.

I felt... naked. I guess that I was, naked with nothing except a little chain jewelry in place of panties. It also felt very, very sexy... and with my libido the way it was... my nipples so swollen with the excitement.

The thought of being in front of that completely full, packed house like this... it felt so lewd... and God, so exciting!

She slipped a satin robe on me, tied a sash around it, then clipped what I knew was probably a leash in my nose ring, "We're ready, all we have to do is wait for Jeff to announce you," she said.

We waited... and waited, I had no idea of the time, my heart beating harder every second it seemed, my nervousness growing. Going out there like this... it seemed so different than the other times. At least I'd always started with something.

"Oh, one thing I almost forgot, would have been a disaster, where's the remote?" she asked.

My heart rate spiked at the mention of the remote. With the excitement of Katie getting me ready, I'd forgotten about that completely, what I'd told her several days ago, "Make me come, whatever you have to do, make me come," I'd told her.

"My purse," I told her, "it's in there," and I had an idea of the torment that would be coming, my nervousness suddenly growing exponentially.

Was Jeremy still there, at his table right in front? After what he'd just done to me!

Finally, Jeff's voice, "And now, folks, I think it's going to be fun, but very bittersweet, her last performance on our stage, the very, very beautiful Taurrrraaaaaa!"

Jeff's voice, remembering that voice telling me to be quiet when he was fucking me... then the spanking!

"I think that's us, girl," Katie told me, and gave a little tug on the leash. "Let's go, you're on."

I followed her out onto the stage, hearing the whoops and hollers, the clapping, but not seeing anything, then the chant, "Tara, Tara, Tara..."

It... did things to me, nearly undid me completely, how could I leave this? But I knew I would, I had to, I wanted my family!

Katie stopped me at what I presumed was mid-stage, then turned me facing the crowd, my... fans, many of them. Who would have ever thought that Daniella Shore, math and science teacher, would ever have stripper fans!

"We're going to have so much fun tonight," Katie whispered in my ear.

"Okay, you know the drill, arms out, stretch yourself," Katie told me, and she... or someone, I didn't know who, slid a pole inside the billowing sleeves of the robe, across my shoulders, and through to the other side. "Stretch those arms out and grip the pole," and when I did, ropes were wrapped around my wrists and hands, tying them to the pole...

Simultaneously, I felt hands on one ankle, moving my left foot out, then a cuff, soft and furry, was clipped on my ankle, then my other leg was pulled out, probably three feet or so, and another furry ankle cuff, and I was strapped to the floor, legs spread.

Surprisingly, though, I could still move my legs, there was slack. I could move my feet back a little, maybe six-inches each, making standing much more comfortable.

Once I was secured and standing, reasonably comfortably, arms outstretched and tied, Katie's voice, "Okay Tara, I'm taking the blindfold off for just a few seconds, so open your eyes, be ready, okay?"

I nodded, unable to speak, and opened them, wondering...

She untied the blindfold, lifted it away, and... my heart stopped. There, at the table where Jeremy had been sitting earlier, he wasn't there, it was... my husband, Jenny, Alan, April! How...? How...?

And the blindfold went back on, I'd had maybe half a second at most, not much more than a long blink. Had I seen what I thought I'd seen? How? I'd spoken to him just that morning, he was in the store... or was he?

Suddenly, the 'outfit' I was wearing under the robe became something else entirely... my husband, Jenny... Panic struck!