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Archive-name: Fetish/susie.txt

Archive-author: Warlock

Archive-title: Susie's Coming Out Party

Susie shivered with excitement.  Tonight was her big chance with

Sam.  Susie had wanted to go out with the husky jock ever since

he had transferred to Hoover High.  After weeks of parading

around during cheerleader practice, throwing her sexiest looks at

him, he had finally asked her for a date.

And tonight was the night!  Susie wondered what to wear.  After

all, Sam hadn't said where they were going or what they were

going to do.  Better to plan for the best.  She laid out her new

clingy red crepe dress.  "Better not wear a bra; he might think

I'm old-fashioned.  And instead of pantyhose, I'll wear a G-

string and garter belt with stockings.  Just in case things get a

little steamy."  She smiled broadly at the thought.

She admired her trim 38-24-35 form in the full-length mirror. 

Her girlfriends on the cheerleading squad always marveled at the

bounciness of her boobs. She held them, and gave her nipples a

quick squeeze.  Mmm, that felt good. Then she turned her

attention to her hair.  Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown,

with subtle curls.  She tossed her head experimentally, to judge

the effect.  It was OK, no touchups necessary.  Now for the rest. 

She kept her pubic hair trimmed short because of the white bikini

that she had bought at the beginning of summer.  One can't have

stray hairs peeking out the sides.  Unless that's what one wants,

eh?  She dressed, knowing that she was a knockout, as always.

When Sam showed up, she was surprised by his clothes.  He was

wearing blue jeans and a torn tee-shirt with a beat-up leather

jacket tossed over one shoulder.  His clothes looked like Marlon

Brando's in "The Wild One." "Looks like I'm a little over-

dressed" she said.

"Looks great on you" said Sam.  "Strange, his eyes look dilated"

Susie thought.

"I'll only take a minute to change."

Sam leered a little. "No, don't.  I like your outfit.  Let's go."

"OK with me" thought Susie.

Instead of the night of dancing and dinner Susie had anticipated,

Sam took her on a long drive that ended at a sleazy-looking

roadhouse bar in Trevor, some 30 miles away.  The roof sagged at

the far end, and the quality of the cars parked outside bespoke

the poverty of the patrons.  Susie was mildly scared, but with

Sam there she was much reassured.  After all, what could go


Inside, the atmosphere was dark and smoky.  A slightly overweight

stripper gyrated on a low stage at the far end of the room, clad

only in a g-string and boots.  Her flabby belly flopped in time

to the music, while her tiny tits were shiny with sweat.  "God,

I'm glad I don't look like that!"

Sam ambled up to the bar and grabbed a stool.  Susie was

surprised again, as Sam merely sat.  "The jerk!  Why doesn't he

act a little more like a gentleman?"  She sat on the stool next

to him. 

"What'll it be?" asked the bartender.

"Beer for me." said Sam.

The bartender looked Susie appraisingly up and down. "You here

for the contest girlie?"

"What contest was he talking about?" she thought.  "No, I'd like

a rum and coke, please."

After the bartender had left, Susie asked Sam about the contest. 

He told her that every Saturday night, this bar had an amateur

strip contest, and that the grand prize was $100.  "Big deal, a

hundred bucks.  I spend more than that every time I go to the


Sam turned and gave her a look of fury.  "Maybe that's what's

wrong with you; you're spoiled rotten!  I'll bet you don't have

the nerve to go up there and strip!" he snapped.

"I wouldn't if I were dying of hunger and this was the last

hamburger joint on earth!  I have my reputation to think of." 

Susie was hot with anger.  Even the tired girls at the tables

around the room turned around at that comment.

She grabbed her drink and gulped it down, nervously.  Her hand

was shaking a little.  "Another one bartender." she said a little

unevenly.  He served it up, and she drank half of it in a gulp.

Sam was looking at her, expectantly.  "What are you looking at?",

Susie said.

"I'm looking at the most beautiful girl in the room.  It's a

shame that she doesn't care enough to do a little thing for her


Susie could recognize a come-on when she heard it, but her

thinking was a little fuzzy at this point.  "He still is kind of

cute.  Maybe he's not all that wrong."

Susie looked him straight in the eye.  "What's your proposition

Sam?"  She toyed with her empty glass, and then signalled the

bartender with a shallow flick of her head.

"I can't tell you right now, but if you go along with me, I'll

make it worth your while." he said.  His eyes twinkled, and Susie

took this as a good sign.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked coyly.

Sam snorted, "What do you think?  I want you to go up on that

stage and strut your stuff like you do when you're cheerleading. 

You can win the contest easily."

The bartender brought her refill then.  She took the time to

think.  "Well, it is $100, and nobody here would ever get over to

Hoover.  What the hell?"

"I'll do it." she said.


She had three more drinks to loosen up as the night wound slowly

on, and when the contest was about to begin, there were several

new faces in the crowd.  A few other women had shown up, and they

weren't all as ugly as the strippers on the stage.

The bouncer got up on stage as the last stripped flounced off. 

He began to warm up the crowd for the contest.  Then he asked

that all the contestants line up at the end of the bar.  A few of

the girls were asked to leave, but not Susie.  The bouncer looked

her over and grinned at her.  "You'll do nicely." he said.  When

he was done, there were only 6 contestants left standing.

The girls drew numbers from a hat to decide the order in which

they'd perform.  Susie drew 6th place.  "Not bad, I just hope

that the one in front of me is bad."  Susie had gone through

innumerable tryouts for cheerleading over the years, and this

seemed little different.  She wished that her head would clear,


The rules were simple.  You had one song, about 3 minutes to

excite the audience.  The girl who got the most applause was the


The first amateur stripper was young and slim, with dishwater

blond hair.  She wore jeans and a tank top that showed her hard

little nipples.  As the music started, she walked around the

stage, dancing a little and rubbing the sides of her breasts. 

She didn't waste much time, pulling the jeans off over her high-

heels and strutting around the stage in the tank top and briefs. 

After a moment, she pulled off the tank top, and rubbed her

smallish boobs.  She spun around and pulled her briefs down,

thrusting her ass out seductively.  As the song ended, she turned

around, showing her body completely nude.  The audience applauded

sparsely.  "I can do better than that." thought Susie.

The second contestant was more mature.  She looked to be in her

late thirties.  She was well-fleshed and tan.  Her routine was

polished.  She glided from one end of the small stage to the

other, taking off her clothing at a steady clip.  When she was

down to her bra and panties, she turned her back to the crowd. 

She unfastened her bra with a flourish, but trapped the straps by

holding her arms tight against her ribs.  Then she turned around

to face the audience, her hips twitching in a figure-eight

pattern in time to the beat of the music.  She laid her right arm

across the lower edge of the bra, pushing in against her large

tits to cause the upper slopes to spill out the top, as well as

to pinion the bra against her torso.  Then she slipped the left

strap slowly off her shoulder, and then slowly withdrew her arm

from within the loose loop of fabric.  She switched arms at this

point, replacing the right arm with the left in it's job of

keeping the bra on her chest.  Then she slipped the right

shoulder strap off in similar fashion.  Once both of her arms

were free, she cupped her breasts through the material of the

bra, pinching the nipples and wearing a slight grin.  She slowly

leaned over, emphasizing the cleavage and sheer swell of the tops

of her breasts.  They were obviously her best feature.  She

slowly straightened up and removed her hands from the bra.  It

stayed on, as if attached with adhesive.  The straps hung down

limply from the sides, and when she shimmied slowly, they whipped

from side to side.  She increased the shimmy, and the bra began

to slide off.  Finally, it came free, dropping to the floor with

little preamble.  The crowd roared, because her tits were

perfectly round, with triangular tan lines illustrating the

briefness of her bikini.  She didn't stop shimmying; instead she

redoubled her efforts.  She slipped her panties down slowly as

she continued to shake her tits.  When she was done, the crowd

hooted in appreciation.

"My tits are at least that nice.  I'll have to work pretty hard

to beat her routine, though." mused Susie.

The third contestant chickened out as soon as she got up on

stage.  She fled sobbing into the lady's room.

The next was a young girl.  She started by removing all her

clothes on the side of the stage except for a sequined g-string. 

She did her whole song clad like that.  Her routine consisted of

acrobatics and gymnastics.  The crowd was uninterested.

Susie thought, "All I have to do is to take off my clothes and

shake my tits, show a little of my trimmed little bush and this

place will go up for grabs."  She drained the last of her drink,

and waited for the fifth contestant.

This one was in her twenties, and was a looker.  Her waist-length

ash blond hair fell in straight cascades over her shoulders, and

her body was easily the equal of Susie's.  "I hope she falls on

her butt." thought Susie.

But instead, she grinned at the audience, and bared her ample

chest by ripping the bodice that she wore a' la Hulk Hogan.  She

rubbed her breasts and teased the men by tweaking her nipples. 

They erected to the size of pencil erasers, and she made a small

"oh" as if she had a mini-orgasm.

She shrugged out of the now-ruined shirt, and spun in tight

circles.  The long skirt she wore rose up and up, showing her

long legs.  She began to walk the edge of the stage, lifting the

skirt until her g-string showed to every man there.  The crowd


Then she removed the skirt, dropped it on the floor, and laid

down on it at the edge of the stage.  Her hips gyrated in

simulated masturbation.  Then she began in earnest, by sliding

the g-string down imperceptibly, and reaching in with her

fingertips.  You could see the material move in an up-and-down

motion.  The crowd watched expectantly, as the woman masturbated

with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other.  Her moans

of pleasure were heard even over the pounding beat of the music.

And then the music was over, and she began to come loudly in the

silence that followed.  Her cries echoed off the walls in the

small bar.  At last, she looked up and embarrassedly ran off

stage to thunderous applause.

Susie was tempted to throw in the towel at that point, because

she had little or no hope of topping that last performance.  But

something in her wouldn't let her quit.

So she took to the stage.  The song she had chosen was "Freeway

Jam" by Jeff Beck.  She hoped it was enough.

Waiting for the music to queue up, she looked out at the crowd. 

"Shit, there must be a hundred guys in here.  They're all waiting

to see me take my clothes off."  The thought excited her, and a

shiver ran through her body.

The music started with a guitar riff, and she walked quickly

around the stage, grinning at the men at the edge.  She had seen

the last contestant do that, and it seemed to make them clap

louder.  Someone in the back of the bar was chanting "Take it

off!  Take it off!"

She began by turning her back to the audience, and unzipping the

tight dress.  The zipper wound down into the crack of her ass as

she swung her butt from side to side in time with the music. 

Someone yelled "No bra!", as if it were some kind of cheer.

She turned to face the crowd, and with her hands on her chest,

slid the dress down until the tops of her breasts were visible. 

She rubbed her big boobs and pinched her nipples through the

fabric.  They responded instantly, and a warm feeling spread from

her nipples down to her crotch.

She turned around again, and slid the dress down until her ass

was totally visible through the split halves.  She reached down

one-handed and rubbed the smooth globe of her ass cheek.  Then

she gave it a sharp slap.  The red imprint of her hand stood out

in high relief on her butt.  She dropped the dress.

Then she began to dance, as she slowly undid the clips holding up

her stockings.  She paused and slid the right stocking off, then

the left stocking hit the floor too.  She put her high heel back

on, since they did such nice things (visually) to her calves.

She dropped the garter belt, too, since it's function was now

gone.  She was hot; a sheen of sweat covered the cleavage between

her breasts.  Her nipples were erect as a cool breeze from an

open door chilled them briefly.  As she danced around the stage,

she reflected on her performance.

She judged that the applause wasn't nearly as loud as the last

stripper's had been.  She needed something to supercharge her


She had about 45 seconds of music left.  She laid down on the

floor parallel to the edge of the stage.  She arched her back and

removed the g-string completely.  "Well, here goes." she thought.

She began to masturbate in time to the music.  At first, she

rubbed her clit just to get things going.  Then she spread her

cuntlips with one hand as she plunged two fingers in and out of

her hole.  It felt so good.

The men were craning their necks to see what she was doing, and

she began to turn slowly to face them.  As she rolled on her

side, she slowly raised her leg until it was pointed straight up

in the air.  She held her leg up with one arm.  She spread her

cuntlips further and further apart, while swiveling her hips in a

circle.  Her cunt gaped wide open to the crowd. The music was

coming to a close, and as a finale, she slid a quarter turn until

her snatch faced the audience squarely, and lifted her legs in a

wide "V" shape.  Then, as the last bars of music faded away, she

grabbed both of her nipples between her thumb and forefingers and

lifted, pulling her nipples and breasts up in the air.  There she

rolled the buds until an orgasm began to spread throughout her

cunt.  She moaned and lifted her hips, wishing for a hard cock to

fill her empty hole.  Waves of orgasm swept over her, blanking

her mind to the crowd's cheers.

When she came to, she was still laying on the stage.  Her legs

were rubbery, and when she stood, she swayed drunkenly.  The

announcer gave her the hundred, saying that there was a clear

winner.  After she had stumbled off stage, several men walked

toward her.  She fled to the safety of the ladies john.

She dressed in mortified silence.  "Did I really do that?  Did I

really masturbate, and have an orgasm in front of a crowd of

men?"  She shook her head.

Back at the bar, Sam grinned at her.  "I told you that you could

do it." he said triumphantly.

The bartender walked over and handed her a note, saying that it

was from the owner.  She looked where he indicated, and a man

seated at the front of the stage tipped his hat.

The note said, "If you want to make some easy money, come see me

tomorrow.  I'll be here at noon."

Susie thought to herself, "Not in a million years buddy!"


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