Shy Girl Who Must Take It All Off

Shy Girl Who Must Take It All Off

Co-written with talented PB26385. All characters are over 21 years of age. This story is for all those who have a passion for taking risks in love, sex and romance.

Maddie -- now 28, in the prime of her life and in her second job out of college in public relations -- enjoys faster-paced Milwaukee even though she grew up in a more rural part of "America's Dairyland."

She has two younger brothers and was raised by conservative parents on a farm where everyone had to pitch in to make things work and make ends meet. Her upbringing did not afford her many male friends or a vibrant sex life.

Even in college, she roomed with another farmer's daughter and the pair paid more attention to their books and class projects than fun campus activities like sororities, keggers, sports or guys.

Now that Maddie has graduated, settled nicely in a great communications job, and living alone in the state's largest metro area, she wanted to expand her horizons, take some chances and finally meet some eligible men. Before she settled down, she had a bucket list of things she wanted to explore, and one odd one on the list was taking all of her clothing off for a male-only crowd in a controlled setting.

She had heard about young women who had no choice but to work in a strip joint and she was fascinated by the history of women stripping -- their rationale for doing so, costumes, music, venues, sex after removing clothes, and treatment by male club owners and the audience. She spent many hours scanning online videos of strippers worldwide and in the United States.

At 5'9" and 135 pounds, with a working girl's hour-glass figure (36-26-36), Maddie had the height, curves and girl-next-door natural beauty to draw some customers and to entice some suitors. With high cheekbones, full lips and big almond colored eyes with light brown hair, the Midwestern dairy farm hand had matured and developed into a stunning woman.

If she had one quality that cut both ways it would be Maddie's stubbornness. Like her mother, she would not take no as an answer and always wanted to know more than might be necessary before acting on an opportunity or facing a challenge. She was resilient, confident and believed in the American way.

Maddie -- for some independent personal reason -- wanted to be known as the Star Spangled American girl, wearing a red bra, blue panties, white garter belt and stockings on a nightclub stage to the cheers of lusty men of all ages -- both married and single.

As she neared her 30's, Maddie became infatuated with having a toned, fit and supple body and she took an intense interest in her clothing and lingerie -- perhaps for the first time in her life.

What a determined first-time striptease artist needs is a male confidant who can escort her safely to a strip club in the Milwaukee suburbs, far from prying eyes that might recognize her, and allow her to learn about stripping and how other women navigate the stage, how they go about taking their clothing off and how far they go, and to see how the male audience responds to each amateur dancer.

Then... and only then, can Maddie practice her routine and prepare for her special night as a nude dancer on the nightclub stage. It's a personal dream she can't shake, and maybe... just maybe... it will change her life for the better.

Striptease Chaperone

Chris was from Chicago and started at the same firm as Maddie the same week she did. Having gone through employee onboarding at the same time, the two became good friends. 5'10" and muscular, Chris had been a wrestler in high school and kept in shape by lifting and running. Chris liked Maddie more than he let on - he found her beautiful figure and farm-girl wholesomeness really attractive, but he didn't think she had much interest in him - so they became work friends only.

They lunched together and had some projects they worked on together as well. Chris gathered Maddie was slow and careful about opening up too much about herself, especially since she lived alone in the city as a single woman for the first time in her life. Their conversations stayed casual at lunches and around work.

One day, though, Maddie came to Chris and said, "could we have lunch outside together today? There's something I want to talk to you about and I don't want to be in the lunch area to do so."

Chris replied, "Sure, see you outside at 12."

Chris sat at a bench in the courtyard of their workplace, Marketing Masters. He looked at his watch: 12:05.

Suddenly the door opened and out walked Maddie. "Sorry I was later - I ran into Mr. Dithers and Darren Stevens on my way out here, and they wouldn't stop talking. Sorry to make you wait," she said.

"No problem," Chris said, "have a seat over here in the shade."

Maddie sat down, sighed loudly, and pulled out her lunch container. She opened it and stared off into the distance for a second.

Chris waited, wondering what all the hush-hush stuff was about.

"So, Chris," Maddie began. "I need a favor. I was hoping you could help me out. It's a little unusual, and I was hoping this would be something just between the two of us, ok?"

Chris was happy to agree. "Hmm," he thought, "maybe playing the slow game on this will pay off? I'd certainly like to get to know her better."

Maddie paused again. "I guess I should just blurt this out. I want you to go with me to Racine -- there's a strip club there, and I want to have someone I trust with me."

Chris couldn't believe his ears. Wholesome farm girl Maddie wanted to go to a strip club?

Maddie continued: "Chris, I didn't know who I could ask except you. I'll pay the cover charge and our drinks; I just need a strong looking guy friend with me. Will you do it?"

"There's no need to do that - I'll be happy to go with you. I've never been to a strip club before! But why are you interested? And why Racine?" Chris replied.

Maddie paused for a minute. "Well, I guess you could say I am doing some research. They have an amateur night up there every Thursday, and I want to go see what it's like."

Chris was starting to cotton on to her reasons, but he played dumb.

"Sure, what the heck, I'm in," Chris said. He smiled at Maddie.

"Thanks so much," she said, giving him a friendly side hug. "Ok, we can go together after work on Thursday, ok?"

Chris watched as she stood up and walked back inside. The 'north 40' of the farm was looking mighty nice today.

Thursday Night At Ta-Ta Tommy's Tune Inn

As Chris and Maddie followed Google maps to the edge of Racine, the sultry voice of the device said, "Your destination is on your right in 200 yards."

Maddie got very excited and felt a tingle in her loins when she saw the neon sign in front of the makeshift two-story-building with the marquee: "Ta-Ta Tommy's Tune Inn -- Where Tits Speak Louder Than Music."

Chris steered the car into the next door lot of the closed K-Mart shopping center to avoid having his license plates associated with a strip joint. The pair heard popular pop and rock music coming from the club and there were a fair number of cars parked outside.

"They do amateur night contests on slow nights," said Maddie, "but this looks pretty packed to me."

Neither Chris nor Maddie knew what to expect when they entered the dark establishment. They entered the club with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

They opened a door to an entry way with a rough looking guy who asked for a $20 cover charge with a two-drink minimum. Once Maddie paid, the pair entered a curtained off area that looked like a regular bar and restaurant. A long wooden bar with bar stools was along one wall, in the middle of the room there was a stage with a runway into the audience, and four-top tables scattered around the rest of the open space.

Maddie and Chris saw the tables around the stage and all of the bar stools were filled with male patrons. They spotted a vacant table in the third row back and put their coats on the backs of the chairs facing the stage. Music was playing and waitresses in slutty outfits were taking drink orders. No performers were on stage at this juncture. The ad Maddie saw online said the contest starts at 10 p. m., and it was only 9:30 p. m.

Out of nowhere came a waitress who introduced herself as Mary. She wanted to know if Maddie was dancing tonight. She politely said, "not tonight, thanks," and ordered two draft beers.

When Mary returned, she asked for a credit card to start a tab, with one more drink each having to be ordered by 1 a. m. when the place closed.

Maddie then started her research.

"If I wanted to perform perhaps next week," she asked Mary, "who would I need talk to?"

Chris was smart to stay quiet and enjoy the idea of Maddie taking her clothing off and performing in her underwear. He really liked what she was wearing this evening. Unlike her conservative business attire for work, Maddie had on a plaid skirt and red low-cut blouse and red stockings and black leather boots. She looked like she could work or strip at Ta-Ta Tommy's. This was a side of Maddie he had yet to see.... but he was enjoying being with her.

The house lights were up but it was still hard to see exactly how many or who was in the house this evening. Chris spotted a few women, and he pointed them out to Maddie. Most were with a date (husband, boyfriend) and there was a table of two women seated at the table next to them.

Maddie leaned toward the girls and asked if either of them was planning to perform this evening. Both said yes, they were college students nearby and wanted to strut their stuff and see if they could win the $1,000 prize money. Chris and Maddie shot each other a look -- "$1000???" -- that was the first they knew about any contest or financial compensation.

Just then, a middle-aged man in dress pants and dress shirt (no necktie) bounded onto the stage and the music ceased. He had a handheld mic and sounded like a radio DJ with a deep booming voice.

"Good evening racy Racine, and welcome to Ta-Ta Tommy's! Tonight we have five girls planning to compete for our $1,000 prize money.... and the chance to audition for us if the winner is interested," he said.

"If any other ladies would care to tease us guys with your beauty this evening.... we welcome your performance. We host this fun, no pressure contest every Thursday and hope you will tell your friends. The good news is there are no rules and each female performer decides how far and daring she wants to go -- you know, mild or wild!"

A smattering of applause greeted his remarks.

"Your applause and encouragement for the girls is appreciated.... and it helps the judges with deciding who wins. Although, it is usually very clear who wins each week..... the men in the audience."

Some laughter and applause came from the guys.

Maddie now saw there were a dozen or so college boys in one section of the club, some 'lone ranger' men checking out the evening's fresh meat, and a few couples -- about 60 to 70 people, including the waitresses and male bartenders.

Mr. DJ started the show with:

"Our very first entertainer this evening is Misty... from right here in Racine. She is an accountant by day and sexy minx by night...5"5" and 125 pounds, and lucky for us, boys, she is single. You will soon learn her measurements. Give a warm Ta-Ta Tommy's welcome for Misty!"

An Eye Opening Experience

The house lights went down and the stage became brightly lit. Suddenly the sound of AC/DC's hit "You shook me all night long" began blasting through the speakers. Everyone's attention was on the rear of the stage. The curtains parted and out strutted a very fit and busty young African American woman with medium length dark hair which was pinned up in a conservative up-doo. She was wearing a short black pencil skirt, a white blouse and a black business jacket over it. She had on white high heels and white hose. She was wearing black reading glasses and had a clipboard in her hand, like she was a sexy office worker.

She pranced down the center runway, looking at the men and pretending to write notes on her clipboard about each one. As the music swelled into the first chorus, Misty's movements became more and more vigorous, and at the downbeat of the chorus, she flung the clipboard down, loosened her hair with a flourish, and began to do a damn good impersonation of Tina Turner's stage moves. Accountant-gone-bad vibes were growing in the crowd, as the men along the stage began to clap. Soon Misty's hands went up to her blouses, which she slowly unbuttoned, showing one side of the room one less button, then turning the other way to show the other side of the cub when she revealed more. Her white bra against her coffee-dark skin strained to hold her very full and firm breasts.

As the next chorus began, Misty took her jacket off and began to sling it around her head. Soon it joined the clipboard on the floor, and her blouse came with it. The men whistled and asked for more. They got it during the guitar solo. Misty turned away from the crowd and began to unzip her tight skirt, which had a zipper in the back. Her white thong matched her bra. As the guitar solo ended, Misty kicked off the skirt and was now in her bra, thong, hose and heels.

The men were whooping and singing along with the music on the final refrain, and Misty let it all hang out, doing splits and shaking her boobs for all to see. She didn't go further than bra and thong, but her excellent dance moves and sexy body definitely made up for any lack of skin shown. The men jumped to their feet to applaud her as she ran up and down the runway slapping raised hands in high five fashion.

Chris and Maddie sat and watched with rapt attention. Maddie seemed particularly enamored of the response of the men to Misty's moves - her power to tease and tempt the men with something so enticing yet still a bit out of reach. For his part, Chris watched both Misty's performance and Maddie's reactions to it. He could see she was really digging the idea of stripping.

After Misty came the two college gals from the table next to them. The first, Barbi, a slim blonde, chose Cyndi Lauper's "Girls just wanna have fun" to dance to, and Barbi's dance was based in part on Lauper's video. Barbi ended up flashing some tit to the boys towards the end of her song, but like Misty, didn't completely strip down. The second, Bambi, a bustier raven-haired beauty, was more adventurous, playing on the trope of the naughty cheerleader with her costume. Dancing to Heart's classic song, "Barracuda," she did tumbling runs, mock cheers, and high kicks, with less and less clothing on, until at the final chord of the song she dropped her bra and gave the crowd a nice view of her lovely 34C boobs.

"What do you think, Maddie, do you think you could do this?" Chris asked, leaning forward to her ear so they could talk over the loud music.

"I love watching, that's for sure. The girls are having such a great time," Maddie said, leaning towards Chris. "Thanks for coming with me. I need to get out of my farm girl comfort zone from time to time, but I feel safer knowing I have someone here watching out for me."

Chris asked her who she liked of the dancers thus far, and Maddie said she loved the physicality of Bambi but loved the style and presentation that Misty used.

The final two performers were sort of duds. It was going to be between Misty, Barbi, and Bambi for first place and the big payout.

DJ Tommy called all the girls back on stage and asked for the crowd to indicate their vote with their applause as he called out the ladies' names. Who would be the winner? Chris looked at Maddie: she was sitting on the edge of her seat practically trembling with excitement. Maybe he could help her gain the confidence to be up on stage herself next week?

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

The drive back to Milwaukee was continuous chatter among an excitable Maddie, who took a major step forward in realizing her dream, and Chris, the friendly supporter encouraging his co-worker to go for the gusto!

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," said Chris, who got a rise out of seeing average amateur women peel off their clothes in seductive and creative ways in what they felt was a comfortable setting.

Before they left Ta-Ta Tommy's Tune Inn, Maddie went to the restroom and Chris waited near the exit, where he overheard a conversation between the male emcee of the contest and the rough bloke taking money at the door.

"Too bad none of the girls got fully naked this week," said the emcee. "It looks like no potential new dancers out of that group. Maybe we will fare better next time."

The money man then said, "Did you see that tall drink of water with the light brown hair and curves who watched the show? She's the one I would like to see nude."

The rest of the conversation was drowned out when Maddie returned and was anxious to get on the road.

The next few weeks, Maddie and Chris worked diligently and only got to see each other on rare occasions in the office. The marketing agency was very busy and their client work took them in separate directions.

Then, Maddie texted Chris and asked if he would like to go to a quick dinner at the deli near the office after work one night soon. "It's about Racine (their code word for the strip club and her possibly dancing).

Chris felt a twinge in his crotch, hoping this was Maddie's decision to go forward and dance at Ta-Ta Tommy's. He waited for 30 minutes, not wanting to appear too anxious, and responded, "Of course, tonight works well."

At Pete's Pickle Palace, the local deli, Maddie and Chris placed their orders, Maddie paid and they found a back table to strategize. After some quick small talk about their recent client work, Maddie dropped the bomb.

"I have decided that I am competing next Thursday, and I hope you will be my companion in Racine," she said. Her soft brown eyes and dark eyelashes begged for his agreement to do so. He could tell she would not go through with it if he did not accompany her.

While Maddie used the word "companion" and not "date" and approached him more as a friend, he still knew how valuable his role was in his gorgeous co-worker's dream to strip before a male audience and feel that experience.

"I can drive you on Thursday, and I think you are going to win that prize money as the best looking lady on stage," he responded. She leaned into him and hugged him, pulled away, looked into his eyes, and then surprised him with a kiss. Her lips were sweet tasting and her perfume was honey suckle.

The Chicagoan thanked his lucky stars for being in the right place at the right time as he got to know Wisconsin's farm girl turned stripper.

Thong Thursday at Ta-Ta Tommy's

Thursday arrived quickly, and as soon as they both could shake loose from work, Maddie and Chris hopped in his car for the short 30 mile trip south from Milwaukee to Racine. The club was on the south side of Racine, on the Kenosha side of the town. They had made plans to have dinner at a fun 1950's style diner they'd spotted on their previous drive before heading to the bar. Maddie had brought a change of clothes in a gym bag along with a pair of white heels. She had told Chris she had a more patriotic-themed costume that she would be wearing for the contest, but beyond that she said she wanted it to be a surprise for him.

As they waited for their order at the diner, Maddie told Chris how excited and nervous she was.

"Part of me wants to run and hide, and part of me can't wait to strut my stuff and drive all those guys crazy," she said, leaning close to him to talk quietly.

"You're going to be great," he reassured her. "I know you've told me you have a patriotic theme routine and costume planned. That will play well with the blue-collar crowd in the bar; what song do you plan to use?"

"Born in the U. S. A by the Boss," she said. "The strong downbeats will give me lots to work with as far as kicks and posing go."

"I love it!" Chris said. Then, pausing to think for a moment, he told her what he'd heard the MJ and doorman say last time:

"Too bad none of the girls got fully naked this week," the emcee had said. "It looks like no potential new dancers out of that group. Maybe we will fare better next time."

"I don't know what your comfort level is, Maddie, and know that I support you no matter what you decide to do, but I think that's what the management of the club is looking for if you're interested in anything beyond winning at amateur night," Chris said, looking at Maddie as warmly as he could.

Maddie reached across the table and grabbed Chris's hand. "Gosh, Chris, I just don't know. If I did something like that, would you think anything less of me?"

"No, of course not," he said. "I know the kind of person that you are. Just because you enjoy showing off your body doesn't mean you're a different kind of person. I think you look really great, Maddie, and you're going to win no matter what!

Maddie's eyes welled up a bit. "Thank you, Chris," she said, looking down.

Their food arrived and they quickly went on to other topics. After they finished dinner, Maddie took her bag and went into the ladies' room to change. Chris paid the bill on their meal and waited for her at the table. This was going to be an interesting night!

Maddie came back from the bathroom in a snug USA-themed warm up suit. He could just make out the outline of a push up bra through her very curvy top, and was that the waistband of a thong or bikini bottom he saw at the top of her warmup pants? She looked hot, thought Chris, "and I know what's underneath is even hotter." She had touched up her make up and obviously done a blowout on her hair, which was full and luxurious around her face.

"Ready to rock?" he said, as she stepped up to the table.

"I am ready - let's do this!"

They hopped in his car and drove to Ta-Ta-Tommy's. The parking lot was already full when they arrived.

Chris met Maddie by her side of the car. She put her arm around him and leaned against him. "Thank you," she said, "I will never forget your support. This is the craziest thing I have ever done, and I couldn't be here without you!" She kissed his cheek as they started to walk. Honeysuckle thoughts filled Chris's mind as they opened the doors to the club.

Maddie Meets her Match, Lives Out Here Dream

"Please tell me you are dancing tonight, sweetheart," said the regular money man who collected cover charges.

"I sure am," Maddie belted out boldly, smiling, with Chris squeezing her hand for encouragement.

"You're going to make us all proud and break some hearts out there," he said. "No charge tonight, since you're dancing, and here are some drink tickets for both of you -- some liquid courage, so to speak."

Chris took the tickets and the pair entered the event space. Popular pop music was playing over the sound system and Maddie noticed double the number of people in the audience. Maddie wondered if this was still a good idea.

The deejay, named Ernie, spotted Maddie and came over hurriedly to introduce himself. "I heard you were dancing tonight and I wanted to check your ID, give you some pointers and get your song and introduction details.

"Thank you," said Maddie. "I'm Maze Starr from Plymouth, Wisconsin... dairy and cheese capital... and I'm dancing to "Born in the USA" by the Boss. I'm 28 years of age and single. 5'9", weigh 135 pounds, and my bust size is 36C. I guess you will see that soon enough, if you are lucky," she said with a giggle.

"I'm glad you're back, Maze," Ernie commented. "We saw you here a few weeks ago and wished you had danced. We were frankly disappointed in the lack of real talent that night."

Chris was impressed that both Ernie and the doorman had remembered Maddie, and that Maddie did not use her real name or the city where she currently lived. He saw that she wisely chose to use a stage name that resembled the famous vintage stripper Blaze Starr, a fiery red-haired burlesque performer in the 1950s who had a high-profile relationship with Louisiana Governor Earl Long.

Ernie told Maze she would be the last of five performers this evening. "Just sit back and relax and I'll be rooting for you," he said with genuine support.

Chris went to the bar and ordered two rums and Cokes. He felt hard liquor would be better than beer or wine. He needed to calm Maddie down and make sure she would not back down.

To Maddie, events were going at warp speed. She had a number of men come over and wish her luck, knowing they would soon see what was under that red, white and blue patriotic outfit. It was clear that Maddie, aka Maze, was a performer. She stood out well among the 75 to 80 men in the audience. Maddie noticed there were more college boys and young professional men her age in the audience than last time.

The lights dimmed, except for the brightly lit stage, and the music stopped as Ernie the deejay stepped up and said, "Welcome to Ta-Ta Tommy's Tune Inn for our weekly and much anticipated amateur strip contest."

The audience applauded with much more anticipation than several weeks ago, and Maddie let the vibe carry throughout her sensual body.

As Ernie announced the prize money and chance to dance at the club nightly, he played to the audience:

"Tonight you guys are in for a real treat. We have five gorgeous diverse women willing to bare it all if you will give them your all...."

And that was like lighting a fuse to a stick of dynamite. The audience went wild and you could see the scantily clad waitresses barely able to keep pace with the drink orders.

Chris glanced at Maddie after Ernie said "women willing to bare it all" and he saw a determined look on Maddie's face he had never seen before. She was in the zone. He grasped her hand under the table, and she squeezed it back and mouthed to him, "thank you."

It was showtime, and the first dancer was Sherri, a hair stylist from North Bay. She appeared to Chris and Maddie to be about 35 years of age and her hair was in a beehive. Sherri wore a fancy nightgown with a slit down the side and danced to "You're Still The One" by country-pop artist Shania Twain.

Her dance moves were poorly choreographed and she had difficulty undoing her bra to show her 34B tits, which had some mileage on them. She finished the song by never taking off her panties, garter belt or stockings. The high heels she chose made it difficult to navigate, but the crowd loved seeing some skin and gave her an "A" for effort. Cheers abounded for Sherri from North Bay.

The next performer was Joelle, an Asian local community college student who was 22 years of age, thin and athletic. She hailed from the local campus of Gateway Technical College right there in town. It was evident that a number of her male classmates were in attendance by the cheers and jeers when she was announced.

Chris was impressed by her cheerleading anthem, "I Kissed A Girl," made popular by Nicki Bliss. Joelle was limber and in no time had stripped naked out of her cheer squad uniform from high school. Her 32B tits fit her fit, athletic build and she sported a hairy bush that made at least half of the male audience go wild. Led by her community college crowd, she gained a lot of volume of support when she finished. She returned to her table and kissed a white woman in her 20's, and then the two hugged and sat down.

Ernie then introduced Giselle, a checker at the local grocery story who had just lost her job. The store merged with another company and closed the location where she was working. Giselle wore glasses, had long blond hair and wore a dress, heels and hat that looked like she had borrowed from her mother or even grandmother. It was very out of style and it appeared Giselle was just trying to look for new ways to make some bucks since she lost her job. The crowd was kind to her dance to Wayne Newton's "Red Roses for a Blue Lady." After she performed, a man in the audience brought her his suit jacket and handed her a half-dozen red roses, which was a nice touch. She put on the large suit jacket and it covered her nude breasts, shaved pussy and bubble butt.

Watching and Waiting

Chris took all of the club's atmosphere in. This was a very different energy than the other night when he and Maddie had scouted the club out. There were more people there, more younger guys the same age as him and Maddie, and then there was the vibe from the club staff. Ernie the DJ and the doorman had both been excited to see Maddie competing. That they had noticed her in the midst of the previous competition when she wasn't on stage said volumes to Chris that they found her highly attractive.

The first and third dancers had been pretty lackluster in Chris's view, and of the people he'd seen, only Joelle had really made an impact on the crowd. Joelle had her classmates as a cheering section on her behalf, and since she'd gone completely nude, Chris knew Maddie couldn't play it safe and hope to win. She'd have to put on an incredible dance performance and she'd have to bare it all. The thought of seeing Maddie nude like that really turned him on, and that she would be the one to turn on all the men in the bar and then be leaving with him really made him feel special in her eyes.

Chris looked over at Maddie throughout the different dancers' performances. When Joelle went completely nude, he could see Maddie's face become a little flushed - but then the determined look returned. She had squeezed his hand once more just after that and given him a knowing look. Now they waited for the last person to dance before it was Maddie's turn.

The Final Two Strippers

The deejay emcee seemed louder and more excited when he announced Paulette, a knock-off for a German beer maid in the traditional dirndl, a regional Alpine and Bavarian folk dress worn at Oktoberfest. Her flaxen bond hair in pigtails and massive busty chest pouring out of her dress were most noticeable.

Who wouldn't like Oktoberfest and beer maids carrying huge steins of frosty beer to the lusty guys ogling their tits? Besides, this is beer-loving Wisconsin!

Paulette could be trouble, thought both Maddie and Chris.

The fast-paced oompah band music blared and Paulette, in spite of being a bit larger girl at 5'9" and 150 pounds with ample curves, kept pace with the tunes and started to take off her layers.

Maddie was disappointed but understood when she saw Chris' eyes popping out of his head when Paulette got down to her matching white bustier, push up bra, garter belt, stockings and wooden dancing shoes. Every man in the building wanted to see her melons and how big her areolas and nipples are. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand.

Then, all of a sudden, Paulette got too close to the runway edge with those awkward wooden shoes and tumbled into a table of older gentlemen, who took their time groping her as they helped the St. Pauli girl to her feet. Ernie came out, the music stopped, and everyone in the crowd was concerned about her being injured. One of her massive tits was out of her bra, and as it turned out, she had the most luscious milky white breasts a man could want. If she had continued and gone nude, Maddie worried about her chances.

Helped off the stage and taken backstage, Paulette was a scratch at this point, and Chris had mixed emotions. He wanted his friend Maddie to take the crown, but he also couldn't help wishing he had seen that tall blonde drink of beer nude and strutting her stuff.

Waitresses used the interruption in the contest to replenish drinks for the horny, distracted men who knew there was one more dancer tonight.

Maddie slipped away to the restroom, but before she did, Chris said, "Good luck, Maze. Tits up!"

She tossed her long light brown hair back, smiled at her good friend and said with self-assurance, "Tits up!" With that, she adjusted her breasts forward and left the table.

Chris knew the next time he would see his friend she would be dancing, disrobing and directing all eyes to her gorgeous body. So, like all good men would do, he ordered another rum and Coke to help curb his nerves for Maddie and to really relax seeing her act.

Ernie regained his composure and took the microphone to report that Paulette just sprained an ankle and would be okay.

He scanned the audience, which might have grown some since the first performer, and loved seeing so many guys at the club enjoying the amateur ladies. They deserved this kind of respect and encouragement.

"We have one more contestant, and she is special," boomed the skilled deejay. "Please give it up for Maze Starr, of Plymouth, the dairy and cheese capital of our state. I think you will soon see she is not cheesy and has the milkers to win tonight."

There was a strong round of applause at this announcement. It also could have been because the contingent of college boys had grown and the pressure was on for Maze to go full nude to beat out Joelle, who had to be the contender at this stage.

The place went berserk when Bruce Springsteen's "Born In The U. S. A." came on the sound system. It sounded like the Boss and his band were in the house.

A beaming and proud patriotic Maze made her appearance in a red, white and blue majorette's outfit, complete with her baton. Who knew Maddie was a cheerleader and band majorette and could twirl the baton so skillfully?

Chris had never seen a more filled out majorette in his life. Maze was bigger than life and her lean, muscular legs, curvy ass and full-figure breasts completed the sexy look she had been seeking. The Rust Belt men loved the Boss and the patriotic theme of Maze's performance and were showing it with applause, catcalls and whistles.

The red bodice, blue skirt, white leather belt, white stockings and star-spangled dancing shoes made for a terrific costume topped off with an Uncle Sam hat.

The crowd at the club even joined Maddie in belting out the chorus:

Born in the U. S. A.

I was born in the U. S. A.

I was born in the U. S. A.

I was born in the U. S. A.

A very strong start, thought Chris.... but how would Maddie finish?

As Maddie heated up the audience and made her way down the runway (Paulette's fall made her more cautious with her steps), she reached down to the college boys and asked them to do her a favor. Two boys leaped to action and let a match, which put both ends of the baton on fire.

Maddie's twirling and smart dance moves had the audience sizzling.

Chris got out of his seat and moved closer, near the packed bar, to see Maddie take it off. He felt himself getting hard just at the thought of that majorette stepping out of her clothes.

The sounds of the Boss transitioned to "Party in the U. S. A." by Miley Cyrus, and Maze Starr unbuttoned two top buttons of her bodice, releasing her 36C tits to a growing crescendo of cheers and applause. She undid her white belt and presented it to an older gentleman in the first row. And then off came her blue pleated skirt, leaving her in a white G-string, red bodice, white stockings and red, white and blue Capezio Hanami Pirouette dancer's shoes.

The song heated up and the boys got rowdier.

Maze responded to heat with more heat by seductively undoing all of the buttons on her bodice and letting it all open, revealing two firm melons with nice sized areolas and erect nipples perfect for sucking.

The place was at a fever pitch when Maze inch by inch lowered her white G-string, pulling it from one side to the other side and slowly lowering it. When she bent over to take off the G-string, now around her sexy ankles with a silver anklet, her bodice slipped all of the way off. Her gorgeous ta-tas bounced with her every step and that rhythm mirrored the stroking these men would surely do when they got home tonight.

Clad in only her sexy strappy dance shoes and white stockings, Maze's light brown silky landing strip became more visible, with burgeoning exposed pussy lips below. She moved with the music and became one with her body. She leaned into some tables of guys with her tantalizing tits leading the way. And the minx surprised everyone when she knocked a napkin off another table, turned around and bent all of the way over and picked it up and handed the paper product to its appreciative owner. Her tan-lined ass with the pussy lips and asshole visible moved the men's members to new heights. Many were seen to be adjusting how they sat - their pants were feeling tighter than before.

Maze ended the song and her act with an amazing baton twirling exhibition while she was nearly nude. With one last fiery toss of the baton in the air, she did a split and caught the baton with one hand, while the other was held high in triumph.

The place erupted in applause. Ernie came out to join Maze with the $1,000 check and a cheesy gold crown he placed on her head. The money man from the front of house took their picture.

Maddie was beaming from ear-to-ear, not that many men saw her facial emotion. Chris left his safe post at the bar and hugged his friend and told her how magnificently she had danced. He wanted to hold this naked beauty queen and never let go.

Encore, encore!

Thirty minutes later, Maddie -- now in her warm-up suit and running shoes -- and Chris stood together, arms around each other, as person after person came up to tell her they had loved her performance. Several guys fist-bumped Chris as well.

Although the club would be open for a while longer, Chris and Maddie were both pretty beat. They'd had a full day of work before driving down, and now it was midnight.

Maddie leaned her head against Chris' shoulder and said, "Can we go? I loved this, but I am exhausted. I just want to cuddle up and sleep."

Chris leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the forehead. Maddie smiled, looked up, and gave him a light kiss on the lips. They looked at each other and hugged.

Saying good night to Ernie and the doorman, Chris and Maddie walked out into the cool evening air. Chris carried her bags and put them in the back seat of the car, then opened the door for Maddie. She slid her arms around his neck and hugged him again, pressing her body against his.

"I just made a thousand bucks! Can you believe it! Let's get a hotel room here and crash now and drive back first thing tomorrow. All I want to do is cuddle up to you - you have been so wonderful!" Maddie said, resting her head on Chris' chest.

"That sounds great; I had that extra drink before you danced and don't feel good about driving an hour on that buzz. And I would love to hold you and fall asleep next to you," Chris said.

They got in their car. Maddie got on her phone and found a Hampton Inn only two miles away. Within 15 minutes, she and Chris were walking in their room at the hotel.

"I call dibs on the bathroom," Maddie said, and took her bag with her into the bathroom.

Chris soon heard the shower running. "She must be a mix of exhilarated and exhausted right now," he thought.

Chris took his clothes off except for his boxer shorts and got the bed ready. He left only the lights next to the bed on and slipped under the covers. He heard the water turn off and the blow dryer running. He was almost dozing off when she heard the door open. Maddie was wearing a simple white nightgown and white panties as she walked quietly across the room to the bed. Their eyes met as she approached the bed, then she lifted the covers and slid under them next to Chris. They never broke their gaze.

"Chris, I can't tell you how special you have been to me through this. Thank you," Maddie said, touching his face with her hand and giving him a warm, longer lasting kiss.

Chris lifted his arm and Maddie slid next to him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close. Her body felt so amazing next to his, Chris thought. Maddie's breathing quickly slowed and became deeper. Within a minute she was asleep. Chris sighed a contented sigh and listened to her breathe as he, too, drifted off.

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Six hours later, Maddie's phone alarm on the nightstand woke her up. She was spooned up the Chris's back, and he was snoring away. Maddie turned off her phone and began to run her fingers playfully along Chris's neck. Still he snored. She began little kisses instead. The snoring stopped.

"Hi," Maddie said, climbing on top of Chris and shaking him in a teasing way.

"Hello, what a nice sight to wake up to," he replied groggily, putting his arms on her waist.

"It's 6:30 a. m. We have that company meeting at 9:30, and it probably wouldn't be cool to walk into work wearing the same things we had on yesterday. It will take us about 45 minutes to drive back, and let's say 30 minutes to get dressed and ready for the office and 15 minutes to drive to the office. That leaves us about an hour..." Maddie said.

"You've got this all worked out, don't you?" Chris laughed.

Then, seriously, he said, "You were so amazing and sexy last night. I got so turned on watching you dance like that. You are so beautiful, Maddie." He reached up and caressed her face.

She leaned over him and kissed him like no woman ever had. Her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest as he ran his hands around her hips and ass.

Maddie kissed him, then pushed herself back up where she was more upright. Off came her nightgown. The breasts Chris had first seen on stage last night now were his and his alone.

They made playful, gentle, tender love that first morning together -- the start of many such mornings. It was a contrast to the garish evening they had in the club, but it was right for the moment between the two of them.

On the drive back, Maddie was quiet for a bit. Chris asked if there was something on her mind. Was everything okay?

"Oh, more than fine, Chris," she said. "And you may think I'm crazy, but I can't wait to go back and dance again!"

"Tits up?" Chris asked.

"Tits up!" Maddie said.