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Part 1 - Chapter Five
Katy, Maria, Darlene, & Jennifer
Student Strippers


"Come on, guys.  If you can't do it for a few guys, how do you
expect to do it in front of a whole club full?" Darlene
challenged.

"Lighten up, Dar'," Lucy told her.  "There's something about a
stage and lights that makes it easier for some people."

"It's hard for me because I know these guys," Darlene groaned.

"Bull," Maria snapped, then laughed.

"OK, so I get off on it," Darlene sighed.  "It's still scary."

"You don't _have_ to do a girl-girl dance," Lucy reminded her.

"You said we'd make more money that way."

"True.  Like I told you, the nastier you get, the more you'll be
in demand.  You make your money in tips and table dances."

"Then I'll do it," Darlene said firmly.

"Me, too," Katy agreed with equal conviction.  "Start the music."

Maria punched the 'PLAY' button on her boom box and 'The Time of
My Life' from the movie 'Dirty Dancing' began to play.  Katy
smiled at her more mature friend and walked to her as sensuously
as she could manage, exaggerating the swivel of her hips.  When
they stood tit to tit, Katy became the aggressor, embracing
Darlene and kissing her with enthusiasm as they swayed in time
with the music.

"Go girl," Maria cheered.  "Lick her tonsils."

"Nobody'd see," Lucy said.  "Show some tongue, guys.  Pull back
so the guys can see you swap spit."

Katy's hands were busy, sliding up Darlene's sides, avoiding her
breasts... barely.  Katy backed an inch away from Darlene's face
so everyone could see that her tongue was stuck in her friend's
mouth and swiping side to side.

"That is _SO_ sexy," Bruce said.

"I'll say," Dwayne agreed.

"Do you really get turned on when she does stuff like that while
other people watch?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah.  You?"

"I get kind of jealous, you know?"

"Better stay away from the club then," Dwayne advised.

"I'll have to.  The only way this'll work is if I watch Ben when
she works.  Otherwise, babysitting will eat up too much of what
she makes."

"That's not legal, you two," Lucy chided.  "Hey.  HEY!  Practice
like you're at a club.  If you do that, you'll both be arrested
and the cops'll shut the place down."

"Should we separate them?" Bruce asked no one in particular.

"Nah," Dwayne laughed.  "Let 'em get it out of their systems. 
We'll pull them apart before they cum so they'll be horny
when..."

"Too late," Bruce laughed as Darlene leaned her head back and
squealed, bucking against Katy's face.

"Come on, you two," Lucy said in a disgusted tone.  "You can get
that nasty only at private parties."

"Could we make more money that way?" Katy wanted to know, lifting
her mouth from between Darlene's legs so everyone could see the
slickness that covered the lower half of her face.

"Potentially," Lucy admitted.  "You make more per hour of work
but the good-paying private jobs are few and far between.  I've
got to admit that lesbian acts are popular, though."

"Which means you need more practice," Katy chirped, pressing on
the back of Darlene's head.  "Practice makes... oooooo."

"I think your wife's a bad influence on mine," Bruce laughed.

"Sorry about that," Dwayne sighed.  "Should we break 'em up?"

"They'll just go back to it if we pull them apart."

"Well I need to practice," Maria said, choosing another track on
the CD.  "How's this?"

Lucy critiqued as the Latina danced for Dwayne and Bruce, then
coached her through a table dance and lap dancing.  "If you find
a guy who's really hot for you, you can make a ton of money doing
lap dances, but it's technically illegal.  Be careful, OK?  It's
generally accepted that only you do any touching.  The guy can't
touch you in any sexual way.  That means butt, breasts, or
between your legs.  The outside of your legs, your shoulders and
arms, and your tummy are usually OK if that's OK with you."

"What if the guy wants to give me a massage?" Maria asked.

"Shoulders and neck only," Lucy frowned.

"Feet?  Mine are killing me."

"Either of you have a foot fetish?" Lucy asked the men.

"No, but I'm pretty good at foot massage," Dwayne said, scooting
over on the sofa to make room for Maria.  Instead of accepting
the invitation to sit on the couch, she dragged the coffee table
back to the front of the sofa and put one foot in Dwayne's lap
and the other in Bruce's.

"Hold onto her feet real tight, guys," Lucy ordered the men. 
"Don't let go until she cums."

"No, please," Maria begged without conviction.

"You're going to cum for Bruce and Dwayne or we're going to
tickle you to death, aren't we?"  Lucy remembered that Maria
needed the illusion of being forced in order for to really enjoy
sex.  Bruce had heard about Maria's hang-ups from his wife and
readily agreed to play along with Lucy when the professional
stripper moved behind the Latina to add underarm tickling to the
torture applied by the men.  Before long, Maria was begging them
to allow her to masturbate for their viewing pleasure.

Maria enjoyed being dominated by a real person.  Mental Mistress
only provided needed relief and mostly just made her do what she
should be doing anyway.  The simultaneous foot and boob massage
while she masturbated was even more enjoyable.  Once Maria popped
off and the married women disentangled themselves, they all
practiced their strip tease until Lucy declared them ready for
the real thing.  Maria went back to her apartment alone, sated
for the time being.  Darlene and Katy showed their husbands how
well they could lap dance when everyone was completely nude.

--=*=--

Darlene, Katy, and Maria got together to select clubs from the
telephone directory and called about auditions.  The three
friends insisted that they be allowed to work together, and hung
up on one man who insisted that they each audition for him
privately.  Several of the clubs had amateur nights or contests
that also served as auditions.  The trio agreed that they would
check out those clubs to start with.  Lucy only knew about a few
of them.  She worked only as a feature performer in the larger
and classier 'Gentlemen's Clubs'.

So on Wednesday night, the week after Thanksgiving, Dwayne drove
the minivan to the first club on the list.  A waitress and then
the manager demanded that they each purchase the mandated 'two
drink minimum' as soon as they were seated, even though the women
planned to dance for the contest.  "Too many women chicken out
when the time comes to dance," the waitress explained.

The crowd in the club was large but most of the patrons looked
bored.  The trio watched the regular dancers go through their
routines on three separate stages.  At any given time, one of the
dancers was shedding her top for the first song of a set, one was
topless and taking off her bottom, and the third danced nude.  At
9:30, an obese man with a bulbous, cherry red nose brought a
microphone onto the center stage and introduced a feature act, a
pretty classy strip tease.

After the featured dancer finished, the same guy reappeared,
announced the amateur 'contest', and asked for volunteers.  He
offered the use of the dressing room and said that there were
some costumes available, too.  

"Want to check it out?" Maria asked her friends.

"Nah," Katy replied.  "We're ready."

"I'd like to see what it's like, you know?"

"Me, too," Darlene agreed.  She gave Dwayne a peck and headed to
the dressing room with the other two.

The dressing room was crowded, hot, and filthy.  It smelled like
a combination locker room and smoking lounge.  Only one sink, no
hot water, one toilet with no door on the stall, six vanity
tables completely covered with cosmetics, costume jewelry,
overflowing ash trays, and articles of clothing, four electric
fans, twenty regular dancers, and racks of clothes left barely
enough room to move around.

"That's the public stuff if you want to see what's available," a
woman told the trio as she pushed by.  Darlene, Katy, and Maria
looked at the soiled costumes and were glad that they came
prepared.  They asked for a place to put their things, and were
told that they would have to leave them with the bartender or
leave them unsecured.  "I lock my shit in my car," the woman
grumbled.

The smell of marijuana mixed with the thick cigarette smoke in
the room.  Maria noticed, nudged Darlene, and pointed to a skinny
woman with salt-water or silicone boobs holding a disposable
lighter over a crack pipe as she sucked hard on the stem.  "Let's
get out of here."

Darlene and Katy agreed, collecting Dwayne as they headed out. 
Back in the van, Darlene told him about the condition of the
dressing room and the open use of recreational pharmaceutical
products.  "I just don't want, you know, to be associated with,
well... I may be a stripper or nude dancer but..."

"I know what you mean," Dwayne said.  "You don't have to explain.
Just say that it's not right or doesn't feel right.  That's
enough.  We are, however, out quite a chunk of change."

The second nude dancing cabaret on their list was quite a bit
farther away.  Too far to try that night.  But the third club on
the list wasn't too far.  They parked and went inside a little
before 11 p.m.  Like before, they were told that they needed to
buy drinks.  "We're looking for jobs," Darlene said.  "I need to
make some money, not spend more.  Is the manager or owner
around?"

The young woman pointed to a black man.  Dwayne stood back while
his escorts went to speak to him.  "Ladies, and I use the term
loosely, we pay a prize for the amateur contest only when there's
five or more willin' ta take it all off, but you all are all's
shown up, so ya' jest get yo' asses up there and show me what you
got, and then maybe we talk."

"I'm not showing my skin until I know what I'm going to get out
of it," Darlene snapped.  "What's the pay?"

"Six bucks an hour."

"That you withhold for taxes on our tips, right?"

"You got it," he grinned.

Darlene silently thanked Lucy for explaining the drill.  "OK,
here's the deal.  We work together.  We don't hustle drinks but
we will wait tables.  If..."

"Look, bitch.  Ya' do what you're told or take a hike."

"Good evening, sir," Darlene snapped, adding, "and I use the term
loosely," as she led Katy and Maria back to the door.

"What a waste of time," Katy groaned.

"It's not like Lucy didn't warn us about this," Maria reminded
them.

"I know, but it's just so... I don't know, fucked up, I guess."

"There are more places."  Maria tried to sound positive.  "We
have two more to check tomorrow night and there are more that we
can find and check out.  There... Like that one."  She pointed to
a neon sign flashing 'LIVE NUDE COEDS' down the side street as
the minivan started rolling away from a red light.  "Let's check
it out."

"It's midnight," Darlene told her.  "And this doesn't look like a
place we'll make any money."

"It won't hurt to check it out."  Maria finally convinced the
others and Dwayne circled the block.  There was plenty of parking
on the street or in a vacant lot next to the building.  As they
got out, they could hear music coming from inside, a thundering,
rhythmic rap' tune.  Otherwise, the street was deserted.

Several of the brick buildings on the block were boarded up.  A
small grocery occupied one corner out by the main road.  A
warehouse and an upholstery shop looked like they were still in
business.  As the group approached the doorway, they saw a
muscular black man leaning against the doorframe with his arms
folded over his chest.  When he saw them, he smiled.  "Good
evening, ladies and gentleMAN," he kidded.  "Come right in."

"Why, thank you," Maria smiled back, stepping inside as he held
open the heavy curtain.

As their eyes adjusted to the darkness inside, they saw the black
man gesturing at the slender black woman who was dancing beside a
table near the stage.  There were only about twenty men in the
place.  All black.  "I don't know about this," Katy whispered
nervously.

The dancer hurried up onto the stage and continued to dance until
the song ended.  "Lucy says black guys are lousy tippers,"
Darlene whispered quickly before another young black woman got to
them.  She wore a white thong bikini bathing suit and white
high-heeled sandals that glowed under the black lights.

"Pick any place you want.  What can I get for you?"

When Darlene and Katy hesitated, Maria spoke up.  "Actually,
we're looking for jobs as dancers and just came by to check out
the place."

"Well have a drink and I'll get Kat to come over when she
finishes her set.  So what'll you have?" she yelled as the next
song blasted from the speakers.

"How much?" Dwayne shouted back.  Adrenalin was pumping through
his system.  Even though he had good friends and co-workers who
were African-American, he wasn't used to being a minority.  He
chose a table some distance from the stage.

"Depends on what you're having."

Darlene asked for coffee, and Katy and Maria chose Coke.  Dwayne
asked for a draft beer.  "Be right back," the young woman said
with a smile.

As soon as the waitress left them, the trio of women leaned to
the middle of the little cocktail table.  Darlene and Katy began
to complain again that Lucy said black men were poor tippers. 
"And the place is practically empty."  "There's not a white guy
in here."  "It's a crappy neighborhood."

Maria listened to her friends' objections until the music stopped
again and the waitress came with their drinks.  "Kat'll collect,"
she grinned.  "It's my turn to dance."

Their waitress met with the woman called 'Kat' at the back of the
stage and spoke to her, pointing toward their table.  The music
started again and the waitress began to undulate to the music. 
She took off her top immediately and pulled up on the sides of
her thong bottom so it narrowed and hugged her crotch tightly. 
She started grinding her pelvis against the fabric of the thong
and got a couple of the men to yell, "Yeah, baby.  Do it."

"Hi.  I'm Katina, Kat for short.  Kit said you want to dance."

"I want to make money," Darlene spat out.

"Me, too," Katy added.

"Wednesday's a slow night," Kat told them.  Then she sighed.  "I
guess I better be honest.  They're all slow nights.  We're not
doin' real good."

"So I see," Darlene said, looking around.  The mezzanine level
that circled the club was completely empty.  Other then their
table, only the chairs at the bar running around three sides of
the main stage and a few tables right behind them were occupied.

"Yeah.  This was supposed to be our big chance," Kat told them. 
"You see, Rocky, my husband, well, he got in some trouble when he
was younger and it's tough getting a good job when you've got a
record even if you've straightened out.  The liquor license is in
my name.  We were going to be entrepreneurs, own our own
business, make something of ourselves for our kids.  We hoped
that business would pick up a little at a time but, well, we
barely break even.  I couldn't afford to pay you."

"Dancers just work for tips anyway," Maria interjected.  "Even at
the fancy places, salary for the regular dancers is withheld to
pay taxes on the tips.  We could work for just tips for a while."

"But remember what Lucy said," Darlene frowned at her Latina
friend.

"That niggers don't tip?" Kat suggested, raising her voice and
her eyebrows.  Kat looked at Maria as she continued, "Well,
whoever Lucy is, she's pretty much right, although spics are even
worse."

"So you need to attract honkies with bucks," Maria grinned.  "So
where have you advertised?"

"Haven't," Kat sighed.  "Even with my tips, we barely make the
rent and put food on our table."

"And word-of-mouth won't help if folks come by and the place is
dead," Maria observed, twisting her mouth as she thought.  "Can
you show us around?"

Katy loudly whispered, "Salsa!  What's the point?"

Maria gave her young friend a serious look, then got up just as
Kit's second song ended.  Maria walked deliberately toward the
stage and shouted, "Hey, mother fuckers!  Anybody here who ain't
fucked a mother?"  Exaggerating her Latin accent, Maria went on. 
"My honkey friends are scared of you all.  They're not used to
bein' minority, ya' know?  But I'd kinda like to dance for you,
see?  So youse gotta let 'em know that yer O.K, see?  So how many
criminals in here, huh?  Let's see your hands."

The club's patrons were surprised.  A couple of them raised their
hands, then a few more.  As Maria looked at the rest of them,
each man smiled and raised his hand.

"See?" she yelled back at Katy and Darlene.  "Nothin' to worry
about.  They all admit they're crooks, but they're straight now
or they'd be in the hoosegow.  So how many murderers here, huh?"
Maria went toward one man who didn't raise his hand.  "What?  You
never shot nobody?"

"Shot him, stabbed him, kicked his head in but the motherfucker
wouldn't die so it wasn't murder," the man teased.  "But why you
running yer mouth, ho'?  Let's see some skin."

"Hey, Rock.  Got any salsa?"  Rocky looked confused.  "Salsa
music, something with a Latin beat."  He shook his head.  "Well,
put on something nice and turn down the volume a little, too,
please."

"Her mental mistress must be going nuts," Darlene said, frowning
as Maria began moving to the hip-hop beat coming from the
speakers.

Maria stuck her thumbs under the waistband of her stretchy skirt
and pushed it down over her hips.  She turned her back and bent
over.  She wiggled her butt and yelled, "Like my booty?"

The men on the far side of the stage got up and brought their
drinks around where they could see the newcomer.  Maria smiled at
them, then danced toward the man who wanted to see some skin,
rocking her hips in time with the rhythmic music.  She held her
arms over her head and danced just inches away from him with her
bottom exposed.  The front of the stretchy skirt clung to her
lower belly.

The man looked at her exposed navel, then the swell of her
breasts under the skimpy tank top.  When he finally looked into
her eyes, Maria smiled and nodded.  The man raised his eyebrows,
silently asking a question.  Maria kept smiling and nodded again.

Uncertainly, the man looked Maria in the eyes.

--=*=--

Maria's mind was whirling.  She instinctively liked Kat.  She
liked the atmosphere of this club.  Unlike the first two places,
she didn't feel intimidated, nauseated, or scared.  That her
friends weren't comfortable, she decided, was due to prejudice. 
She consciously decided, 'This place has possibilities.'  Then
Mental Mistress told her, 'Well, bitch.  Do something about it.'

Shaking with the mix of excitement and fear that she had learned
to love, Maria took the man's hand, a big hand, strong, capable,
calloused.  She liked his hand and drew confidence from the
nervousness the black man showed.  He was forty-something, very
dark-complected, and partly bald, but not bad looking.  She held
his hand, straightened his fingers, and guided his fingertips
under one side of her skirt.  She repeated herself with his other
hand.

The man was still uncertain.  Maria tried to reassure him with
her smile.  She deliberately snapped her hips to one side so her
skirt slid down a bit as his hand remained in place.  Another nod
from her brought a smile of recognition from the man.  When she
straightened, his hand stayed in place while she rocked the other
way.  An inch at a time, he helped lower her skirt.

As the skirt dropped, the man had to lean forward.  His head
pressed against her belly and he couldn't resist giving her belly
a peck.  Maria giggled.  She liked the feel of his graying hair
as he moved his head to the side of her leg as the short skirt
reached her shoes.  She stepped out of the skirt and danced away,
giving him a good view of her bottom.

Mental Mistress ordered Maria to go to the old man next.  He was
unshaven and at least sixty.  Holding her hands high over her
head, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his.  He
took the hint and gripped the hem of her tank top.  Maria started
backing up, twisting so her bra-encased breasts brushed his arms.

The song was ending but Rocky quickly faded it out and faded in a
slow number.  Maria changed her pace to keep time with the music.

MM ordered her to "give the old man a thrill."  When her tank top
cleared her head, she dropped her arms with her top stretched
between them and stood up straight.  Stepping forward, she waited
for him to pull the top down off of her arms.  As he did, Maria
stepped up even closer so his face was between her breasts and he
had to pull the top over her mounds.

"Thank you," she said loudly, kissing his forehead.  He fumbled
with some bills he had laid out on the table and held up a dollar
bill.  Maria smiled at him and locked her hands behind her neck,
still dancing in front of him.  He took a leisurely look from
hair to shoes and back up, then smiled and pulled out on the
elastic string at her waist and slid the bill under it, letting
go with a 'snap' against her skin.

Turning around, Maria scanned the place, smiling at the customers
and her friends.  She loved being the center of attention.  She
felt powerful and confident, not her usual shyness.  She saw Kit
standing back near the steps up to the stage.  MM said, 'Yes. 
Her.'

Maria hid her body's quivering with dance movements as she headed
toward the skinny black girl.  She danced her way right up to the
coffee-complected woman until they were standing tit to tit and
undulated her body.  Rocky put on a piece with a Calypso beat
pounded out on steel drums.  "Tell her," MM demanded.  Maria
stopped moving and loudly said, "Your dancing turned me on."

"Your dancing's turning everybody on," Kit replied.

"Help me?" Maria whined loudly enough that those near them could
hear.

Kit wiped her hands on her sweaty thighs and reached toward Maria
uncertainly.  "Are you queer, girl?" Kit asked as her hands got
to the bra clasp between Maria's breasts.

"Why?  Want to try me out?" Maria teased with a giggle.

"Maybe," Kit grinned, teasing back, cupping her hands over the
bra cups when the bra clasp was released.

Maria mischievously backed away and turned around, the bra cups
stuck in place on her breasts.  She backed into Kit's body and
ground her hips against the black woman, reaching way back to
stroke the woman's hair.  Kit stroked Maria's sides, teasing the
men as her hands approached the bra cups again.

"Don't try to hurry her," MM ordered.  Maria wanted to get it
over with, to quickly expose her boobs to strangers, to... But
disobeying Mental Mistress was out of the question.  Kit waited
until the next song began, a slow, soulful jazz tune, before she
pulled the bra cups away from Maria's breasts.

"Thanks," Maria smiled, turning around again to hug the black
girl.  She also obeyed orders to do some bumping and grinding.

"I've got the door," Maria heard Kat yell over the music.

"That means we can get butt naked right here," Kit said.  "If a
cop comes, Kat'll push a button.  If you see a red light and hear
a loud beep, get up on stage quick, OK?"

Maria was still on a high from her naughtiness and the excitement
of being stripped naked in public for the first time.  But there
were more orders from Mental Mistress.  Before Kit could react,
Maria stepped in front of her again and hooked her thumbs under
the straps of the thong that Kit had put back on when she left
the stage.  She just ground against Kit until the black girl put
her thumbs under the elastic holding the patch of fabric over
Maria's mound.

Smiling, Maria held her knees together and began to squat down,
pulling down Kit's thong as she went.  At first, Kit bent down. 
Then, knees splayed wide around Maria, Kit also squatted, pulling
the Latina's g-string to the back of her knees and then down her
calves.  Both of them left their bottoms on the floor and rose
together, hands touching each other's sides.

Before she lost her nerve, Maria whirled around and skipped
toward the customers.  She stopped only one step away from a
table and began to undulate with the music again.

--=*=--

"Go ahead," Dwayne told Darlene.

"What?"

"You're horny as hell and jealous of Salsa," he laughed.  "I can
tell.  Go on.  Get your stripper cherry busted."

"I don't want anybody touching me," Katy said nervously.

"No touching my friend Sex Kitten, guys," Darlene announced
loudly as she dragged Katy toward where Kit and Maria were
dancing.  Then she loudly teased, "Kitten's gay.  Only women can
touch her, but she likes to show off for guys.  Come on, Kitten. 
Show 'em what you've got."

One dollar at a time, the three women earned some tips.  Katy
danced only on the stage.  Being fondled by strange black men got
Darlene into such a state that she dragged Dwayne up onto the
mezzanine and all but raped him.  She didn't even care that some
of the customers followed them and watched.  Their presence added
spice to the frantic coupling.

Once the customers realized that Katy was nervous and inhibited,
they pooled their money and called her down for table dances. 
"No touching," Kat told the group of six who formed a circle
around the youngster.  "And the law says that she has to keep her
bottom on if she's not on stage."

"You don't.  They don't," the guys pointed out.

"Do you want all of us to follow the law, too?" Kat challenged.

They conceded that they preferred a liberal interpretation and
lots of stretching where the law was concerned.  "We're all
criminals, after all," they joked with Maria, who spent much of
her time completely nude as she danced around the tables.  Twice
the alarm sounded and the red light flashed to warn of possible
vice cops and she ran to the stage to continue her dance.

A little after midnight, Darlene was surprised to see a uniformed
policeman walk up to the bar while Maria was dancing at a table
in the buff.  The little minx danced right up to him and put on a
short show for his benefit while he sipped the coffee that Rocky
poured for him.

At one, Rocky announced that the show was over for the night even
though there were now over thirty customers.  "These ladies need
their beauty sleep."

"Will you be here tomorrow?" one of them asked Maria.

"Sure.  I think I'll start early.  What time you open, Kat?"

"Five," she answered.

"I'll be here," Maria announced.
