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Claudette of the North
(Part 2 of 3)
By Katie McN
katiemcn@my-deja.com
NOTICE - This story is written for adults. If the total
corruption, degradation, humiliation and sexual exploitation of
an innocent Canadian girl is something you might find offensive,
please stop reading now. There's a bunch of other stuff just as
bad so consider yourself warned.
You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and
certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I
know.
This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999, but feel free
to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in places where
people are interested in this sort of thing.
With a dedication to Polecat who's turning out to be a good
friend.
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What a scary place! As soon as we walked in the door, a large
gentleman stopped us and said, "You babes got any ID."
Well, I knew that we would be quickly thrown out being that we
were both 14 and all. Thank goodness, and what a relief.
I guess I underestimated Katie, though. She looked right at the
big guy, gave him a great big smile and said,
"Damn straight partner, here's our ID!"
She handed him a large denomination bill and another great big
smile. Well, it was American money so it was worth something, and
so, instead of just throwing us out, he just grinned and said,
"Right this way ladies! Any seating preference?"
"Hell, yes! Right down front big boy. Want to see them titties
fly."
I was shocked!
I'd never heard anyone talk like that before. Certainly, not a 14
year old girl. Well, I'd never been in a place like this before
either. America is a very interesting place.
In no time at all, we were seated down front, right next to the
stage.
Just as soon as we sat down, an attractive young woman came up to
our table and said, "Six drink minimum, ladies."
Where were her clothes?
Couldn't believe she didn't realize she had almost nothing
covering her body. My goodness, I could almost see *everything*.
Katie told me that we had to drink a certain amount since it was
house rules or something like that. Of course, we had to go along
just to be nice. It's the Canadian way. Club rules and all.
Katie ordered three double shots of tequila and three Lone Stars
for both of us.
"No use trying to keep track, girl. Let's just order up now and
get it over with right away."
Well, it seemed like a good idea to me, at the time.
She told me to drink the double shot of tequila in one gulp. I
did what she said, but it sure burned my throat going down.
Yeeeps.
Katie said I was doing it all wrong, and it was easy to tell she
was right from the fire in my throat.
"Rub this lime on the back of your cute little hand, Claudie.
Okay, now shake a little of this salt on your hand, too. Good
now, lick the back of your hand and pound down another double
shot, girl."
She was right.
The shot of tequila didn't burn as much the second time. Why, it
was kind of tasty, in fact.
She encouraged me to try another shot since I was starting to get
the hang of it. Well, it did seem like a good idea at the time.
Next shot went down *real* smooth, I must say.
Katie really wanted me to learn this new American custom so she
gave me all of her shots to drink for practice. It sure was fun
learning something new and so American.
I started feeling dizzy after awhile and thought I might get
sick. Shouldn't have worried. Katie told me the funny feelings
were from wearing all those wool clothes in this hot weather.
Yes, yes that seemed right, and it sure was a good thing she got
me these new Texas clothes. I was feeling real aired out and
comfortable.
She told me to drink a beer to clear my head.
Somehow a beer did seem like a good idea. I drank one down real
fast because it tasted so cool and good. Finished the second one
real fast, too, and then sipped on the third one. Didn't want to
overdo it, that was for sure.
About that time, a real nice looking girl came out on the stage.
Oh dear, couldn't believe how big her boobs were.
She didn't seem embarrassed by them or anything. Very brave of
her.
She started dancing on the stage all by herself. How nice. She
was dancing by herself just like we do at home.
I'm not allowed to dance with boys back home in Foleyet, so I
learned to dance watching myself in my bedroom mirror, just like
the girl is doing. Well, not *just* like the girl is doing, I
guess.
The dancer started out wearing underwear of some sort. She didn't
have it on for long, though.
She took off her clothes real slow, one item at a time. She was
dancing all around the stage, talking to the guys sitting in the
front row and just having a good time while she took off her
clothes in time to the music.
I couldn't believe it when she ended up wearing absolutely
nothing, but her high, high heels. She just really couldn't know
all these people!
I was so shocked until Katie explained it to me.
Katie pointed out that all museums and art books had nude
studies, and this was really the same thing.
Instead of picture art, the nude dancer was performance art. At
the time, she seemed to make a lot of sense. I was still real
dizzy from the heat, so maybe I wasn't thinking too straight.
Apparently, the patrons of this establishment liked art.
They were screaming and yelling and gave the girl money and
everything. I thought it was quite nice that they stuck all those
bills into her garter belt and stockings so she wouldn't lose
them.
I told Katie how all the girls in Canada have to dance by
themselves because no one is allowed to dance with a person of
the opposite sex. Some sort of law, I guessed.
She looked at me said, "Why not dance by yourself right now?"
Well, I just couldn't dance in front of all these strange people.
Why, it just wouldn't be right.
Really don't know how it happened, but I somehow ended up on the
stage. Katie was pushing, the nude girl was pulling and I was
just moving along. Seemed as though things were a little blurry
right about then.
I perked right up and was so excited when I heard "Taking Care of
Business" by Bachman Turner Overdrive blast out of the speakers.
This song is considered to be the height of culture in Canada. I
felt it was so marvelous dancing to such a patriotic piece of
music.
When I looked back at our table, I saw Katie standing up on a
chair and hollering out something to me. I listened more closely
and heard her scream, "Show some legs, Claudie!"
The skirt I was wearing was so short I felt I was already showing
a *lot* of leg.
But, I guessed I wasn't doing things right, and figured I'd
better get with it or everyone would think I was a foreigner.
Well, I thought it wouldn't hurt to pull my skirt up just a
little bit in the back.
I guessed right. When I pulled my skirt up, the patrons all
cheered and hollered. Why, I felt just like a star and guessed I
was finally doing things right.
I have to admit, after I heard the roar of the crowd, I started
showing off a little bit. Got carried away and pulled my skirt up
a little bit more. Guess everyone liked watching me do it because
the cheering got louder as my skirt went higher. Americans are so
nice.
It wasn't till I had a chance to look in the mirror next to the
stage that I realized my skirt was up to my waist in the back.
I just blushed and turned so red.
All the people in the place could see my butt wiggling around to
the sounds of BTO. Mon Dieu!
I looked over at Katie to see what I should do. Figured she would
tell me to get off the stage and be very mad at me for being so
darn immodest.
Guess I was wrong. She was on the table now and hollering out
that I should take my skirt off.
It didn't seem to make any sense but I did it anyhow. Wasn't
thinking too straight for some reason.
She yelled for me to take off my blouse next. I really didn't
mind taking it off since it was transparent and people could
already see everything underneath it.
I was having such a good time dancing around the stage when I
suddenly realized I was standing there in nothing but my bra,
panties, garter belt, seamed nylons and high heels.
I couldn't believe I was so daring but somehow it didn't seem
wrong because I was having so much fun. No, it just couldn't be
wrong.
I thought I was doing just fine, but I guess I wasn't daring
enough for Katie.
I could hear her hollering out for me to take off my bra. She was
saying something about art. Well, the other girl did take her bra
off, so I somehow decided it would be okay being this was an
artistic interpretation and all. Anyhow, I was in America so who
would know?
Katie got me to take my panties off, too. I was afraid that I
would embarrass and offend everyone when I stripped off, but they
all cheered so I knew I did the right thing.
I sure had a wonderful time dancing around the stage and all.
When I did stop for a second near a man sitting right by the
stage, he slipped a bill into my garter belt.
How very nice! A reward for my dancing.
I wondered if other people might just do the same thing and
danced closer to the edge of the stage. Oh, how nice! Quite a few
other people put bills in my garter belt and stockings. Some of
the guys had little accidents and touched my private areas by
mistake, but I'm making a fortune here, so who cares.
One man had a twenty dollar bill in his hand and waved it at me.
He wouldn't put it in my garter belt or in my stockings like the
other guys did. No. He told me to get on my hands and knees and
reach out for it with my mouth. Seemed quite silly, but why not?
Twenty dollars is a lot of money where I come from.
I tried and tried to bite that bill, but he just kept moving it
around so near and yet so far.
I could feel my boobs bouncing all around while I tried to get
the money. I thought it might be suggestive, but I really wanted
the cash. I hoped those people behind me weren't looking between
my legs. I just knew they could see everything.
I finally was able to bite on the bill and after I pulled on it
for a minute or so, he let me have it. Hard work, but worth it.
Another man rolled up a twenty and told me I could have it as
long as I didn't touch it with anything from the waist up.
Huh? Had to think that one through cause I wasn't going to leave
any cash on the table.
Well, I guess you could say I really was kind of fresh!
I grabbed on to my butt cheeks and spread 'em wide. Then I
squatted down over the bill and tried to grab it with the crack
of my butt.
After a few tries, I was able to clamp the twenty with my butt
cheeks. Quick as I could, I stood up and danced away with that
money. Pretty smart, huh?
The boys in the audience loved my ingenuity, too.
They all cheered and applauded as I tried to get the money. I
hoped they weren't offended when I squatted down and spread my
legs real wide. I'm sure everyone knew this was the only way I
could get the bucks and I really hoped they tried real hard not
to look between my legs.
I was so lucky to be with such a polite group of guys. Not a
single one complained about me exposing myself like that. They
just cheered me on like good sports while I tried to trap that
cash. Wonder if Canadians would be so nice in similar
circumstances?
A very nice man dressed in a silk suit rolled up a $100 bill and
showed it to me.
He told me I could have it, but couldn't use my butt to get it.
He thought he had me there, but I figured this one out, too.
My plan to get the money was going to work, but it was so
embarrassing I had to dance around for a minute or two to work up
my courage. Well, a hundred bucks is a lot of money, so I just
had to do it.
Normally, I simply *don't* touch myself between the legs, period.
In this case, though, it seemed like the only way to get the
hundred.
First, I squatted down over the bill. Next, I pulled myself apart
"down there" and tried to squat on the money the guy was holding
in his hand.
How silly!
I fell over with my legs flying up in the air!
Must have been a real sight for the audience. They didn't seem
embarrassed even though I just knew they saw everything I had
between my legs. Well, they all cheered so I guess they didn't
think it was so bad.
I just love Americans.
The man kept moving his hand around and I kept squatting on it,
but finally after four or five more tries, I was finally able to
pick up the money using nothing but my nether lips.
I felt kind of weird dancing away from the guy with his money in
my private parts. Well, I did get a lot of support from the
audience which made up for my embarrassment, I guess.
After about two hours or so, I just got so tired I had to stop
dancing. I really liked all the attention, but had to sit down
and rest.
No one in the audience seemed to mind that I was only wearing a
garter belt, stockings and heels when I plopped down next to
Katie at our table. That was a good thing because I didn't have
the energy to put on my clothes.
I drank a couple more beers because I was so hot and worn out
after all the dancing. They really hit the spot.
I didn't feel dizzy any more. No, I just felt real happy to be
having so much fun with my new friend Katie.
And, can you imagine my surprise, when I counted my money and
found I made $682. People in Canada have to work a whole month in
a lumber mill to make that kind of money.
America is such a great place.
Katie looked around and said that we better leave. She thought
some of the guys were starting to get a little "fresh".
I was very surprised about that since they all had been so nice
to me earlier. Maybe it was the alcohol. Drink sometimes gets
people to do the strangest things.
I'm sure glad that I never let demon rum get the best of me.
I looked around for my clothes, but couldn't find them anywhere.
My new clothes. Oh, how terrible!
Katie grabbed me and said we had to go, now. She looked real
nervous so I knew we just had to get moving and out of that
place.
We ran for the door as fast as we could.
Well, not really too fast because the high heels made it hard to
move. I seemed to be getting dizzy again, and that didn't help
either.
Sure glad she decided we should leave when we did. The attitude
of the crowd really seemed to have changed for the worst.
I couldn't believe just how rude these people were.
Why, they were pinching my butt, squeezing my boobs, trying to
put their hands between my legs and just about anything else you
could think of. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to
molest a young girl. My goodness.
We finally made it to the street.
I felt relieved at first, but then realized I was standing on a
public street in Dallas with my wares on display for all to see.
I tried to cover up, but you can only hide so much with two
hands. Wished all those people could have been more polite and
not stared at me like that.
Katie got us a cab after what seemed like forever. Thought the
cab driver was going to have an accident when he kept looking
over his shoulder at me, completely nude in the back seat of his
cab.
Finally, Katie got mad at him and said, "What's wrong with you
bubba? Never seen two cowgirls before?" I didn't know what she
was talking about, but it seemed to get his mind back on driving.
Thank goodness!
We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. I was really afraid
to get out of the cab until Katie said not to worry.
"Claudie, this is a high class hotel and no one will be rude
enough to look at you without your clothes on."
Well, I stepped out of the cab and found out right away she was
wrong - big time.
Seemed like we attracted a massive crowd as we walked up to the
front desk. I couldn't believe all the people who were looking at
me and saying all kinds of rude things. I just turned red as can
be.
The desk clerk recognized Katie and handed her a room key. "Here
you go Ms. Richardson. Room 1469 as requested."
We quickly headed for the elevator and escape from all these
people.
The crowd followed us all the way across the lobby, screaming,
yelling and trying to grab me everywhere.
Quite a few people got on the elevator with us, too. I was very
surprised that so many people decided to go upstairs at the same
time. Why, the elevator was so full, I was afraid we might be
breaking the law by having more than 2,200 pounds on board.
We were packed in the elevator like sardines. I couldn't believe
that people were accidentally touching me everyplace.
I'm felt so bad that I was embarrassing them like that. I
apologized to a few people, but they just looked at me kind of
funny. They must of known I was a foreigner and really didn't
mean to be so rude.
I so wanted to fit in.
We finally fought our way through the crowds and got to our room.
I was so happy to be inside and far away from the giant crowd
that followed us all the way to the door.
After looking around the room for a minute, I asked Katie why
there was only one bed. She said that the hotel was full and we
would just have to make do with this king size. Well, we are both
girls so I guessed it really wouldn't matter.
She ordered some dinner from room service and then went off to
take a shower. I was a little hungry after all the excitement so
food sounded pretty good to me.
When she came back, she was all shiny and new. She also was naked
and not seeming to care at all.
My goodness, the girl has no modesty!
Sure will take some time getting used to the way things are done
in the States. Well, I'm going to try and fit in, but it sure
seems like there's a lot to learn.
I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up myself. All the
traveling and excitement really tired me out, and a shower
sounded like a wonderful idea.
Took a nice long, relaxing shower. After I dried off, I realized
I didn't have anything to wear except the sexy underthings. Oh
well, if Katie walked around nude, I could, too.
I walked into the bedroom without realizing that the bell boy was
already there serving dinner.
At first I just stood there with my arms hanging at my sides in
complete shock.
I finally, came to my senses after a minute or two. Then, I
squealed like a little chipmunk and ran back into the bathroom.
Katie came through for me one more time. My friend brought me one
of her tee shirts to wear. It was real big and covered everything
very nicely thank you.
After I slipped the shirt on, we both went back to the bedroom to
see what we had for dinner.
We must have looked silly to the bell boy. He kept staring at us
like the rude person he was. I wished he would just finish
serving and leave.
Oh, oh. I didn't know what to do when I noticed Katie sitting
there with her legs spread apart. I'm sure she didn't realize
that the bell boy could see her private area. I was afraid to say
anything because I didn't want to embarrass the poor girl.
The boy kept staring between her legs and when he got up to get
something, he crashed into a table and fell on his butt.
Katie didn't seem bothered by his stupid behavior. She told him
he could leave and we'd finish serving the meal ourselves. I'm so
glad she didn't notice him sneaking looks at her secret place.
The bell boy didn't seem to want to go, but she just pushed him
out the door and that was that.
After dinner, we both hopped in bed to watch television. Katie
said she was real tired and fell asleep almost as soon as her
head hit the pillow.
I watched a couple of TV programs and then decided to hit the hay
myself. Oh boy, couldn't wait for another big day tomorrow.
Katie seemed to toss and turn a lot while she slept. She was
dreaming about something serious, I guess. Poor girl. She had to
get up real early to meet me at the airport and must just be
exhausted.
I just love my new friend, Katie. She certainly went out of her
way to help me have a good time on my first day in Texas. What a
darling girl.
I was just dropping off when somehow Katie's arm wrapped around
me. I decided not to move because I didn't want to wake her.
Oh no. Her hand touched my boob. I can't believe it. Her hand
squeezed and caressed both of them this time. What kind of dream
was she having anyway?
I decided not to do anything about it right then. It would be so
difficult to explain to her if she woke up. I didn't want to
embarrass my new pal.
A few seconds later, her hand moved from my breast down to my leg.
It was like an electric shock having her hand touch my bare skin.
Her hand slowly moved up and down my legs. It almost felt like
she was examining them.
Her fingers traveling lightly over the bare skin of my legs
caused a very strange feeling in my tummy. I just didn't know
what was happening to me and I felt very nervous.
I really would like to know what her dream was all about. For
some reason, she was pushing my tee shirt up and, in no time, she
had it above my boobs.
I didn't know what to do! She touched my bare boobies with her
hand and rubbed her naked private parts against my butt. What
kind of dream was she having?
Katie kept playing around with my breasts and backside.
Squeezing, pinching, pulling, touching.
For some reason, I was very hot and very wet between my legs. I
couldn't figure out why this was happening to me.
Her hand started moving down my tummy toward my private parts. I
tried to move away because I knew she would be so embarrassed if
she found out she touched me *there*.
Well, she had me wrapped up in such a way that I ended up laying
on my back instead of getting away. I was worse off because her
leg somehow slipped over mine and now I couldn't close my legs,
so my secret spot was open and vulnerable.
Her hand kept moving toward my privates. I expected the worst and
sure enough, her hand touched my little bush, lightly at first,
and then she squeezed me real hard.
Oh my. I'm not supposed to like this. I just couldn't believe
another girl was touching me "there". Hmmm. For some reason, it
didn't feel that bad, in fact...
My goodness. Her finger was on that sensitive little thing hiding
in my secret place and moving around. She wasn't stopping. Oh.
Ooh. Oooooh.
Her hand was rubbing my bush now. It was moving slowly, but very
firmly up and down between my legs.
What an interesting feeling!
One of her fingers was trying to get inside me. Well, she won't
be able to get inside me, that's for sure.
Ooops! I was wrong. I'm so wet down there that her finger just
slipped inside me with no trouble at all.
She moved her finger all around inside my hot little place. Her
finger made a kind of relentless in and out motion. I tried very
hard not to let this trouble me, but couldn't help myself.
Something seemed to be happening to my body that I didn't
understand.
I tried real hard not to make any noise, but couldn't control
myself. I started making little moaning sounds at first, and then
I got a little bit louder as things progressed. Finally,
something happened to me that never happened before.
What a shock, my first orgasm! Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Ahhhh! Yeeeeps!
I really started getting loud and noisy as my body writhed and
moved with the motion of her hand. She kept it up and moved her
finger even faster than before. She put two, no three, fingers in
my hot little place.
I couldn't believe my tight little private area could hold four
of her fingers - what was happening to me?
I hoped the wonderful feeling would last forever. And, when it
was over, I wanted more. How sinful. I thought I would have to
say some prayers, but didn't have a chance to get started, when
suddenly...
Katie sat up, all wide awake, and said, "How did you like my Class
A hand job, Claudie?"
I was so shocked when I realized she was awake all the time. My
goodness. What would she think of me?
"You don't have to tell me how much you liked it, Claudie. You
sure let the world know that you liked it a whole lot. Wheee
doggie!"
I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed and turned three
different shades of red. Oh no. What would I do?
"Okay, Claudie. Your turn now, darlin. Why don't you do me the
same sweet way?"
Well, she did make me feel good, and I couldn't say I let her
give me a hand job just because I thought she was asleep. Sounded
kind of stupid when I thought about it. Just had to go for it
because it seemed only fair after all she did for me.
I never did anything like this before so I decided to just repeat
everything she did to me. So, I played with her boobies first.
My, she was quite receptive to my first tentative efforts so I got
very brave.
End Part 2
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