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ABOVE AND BEYOND THE
CALL OF DUTY
By Ashley S.
Van Nuys, California
A little over a year ago, I found myself as a sophomore in college who
worked as a receptionist at a dental office. The pay was, to say the
least, not too good. I was living at home with my parents, brown-bagging
my lunches and driving an ancient car to work and school.
Then, one night at my aerobics class, a woman by the name of Sheri
approached me concerning a part-time job. She said that she loved my looks
and the way I moved to the music. She then asked if I would be interested
in coming to work for her as a "party strip-o-gram."
Of course, my immediate reaction was, "No way! What type of girl do
you think I am?" But, I thought about it for a few days and found Sheri
at the next class and spoke to her once again.
She explained to me that "her girls" told her the type of stripping
they wanted to do -- anywhere from stripping down to a modest bikini to
going totally nude. She said that the men would drool at my "All American
Girl" looks, and my large (36d) breasts, tiny waist and round, firm ass.
She said that long blonde hair like mine was very valuable in her business.
As far as I was concerned, the money the job offered was too good to
be true! So, I agreed to go out with several girls over the next week to
see what it was all about -- kind of "on the job training."
On Friday night, I accompanied Tricia (a beautiful, tall blonde with a
knockout figure) to two seperate bachelor parties. At the first one, she
dressed as a schoolteacher (glasses, suit, ruler and pad, etc) and stripped
naked to the beat of every rock song that had the words "school" and/or
"teacher" in it. She was terrific, and the men absolutely loved her. Also
included in the price of Sheri's "strip-o-grams" is a bottle of (cheap)
champagne and a one hour "mingle" with the guests, and both of us had a few
drinks with the guys. I was fully clothed, but Tricia was nude except for
her high heels and G-string!
After the mingle, Tricia and I went to the second party. This time,
she dressed as a nurse. Being later in the evening, this party was a lot
rowdier than the first, and the guys were all over her during the mingle.
I told her when the hour was up and that it was time to go. She was seated
on the groom-to-be's lap and he was nibbling on her right breast. She
grinned and told me to leave; that she would bum a ride home herself later.
On Saturday evening, I went to three birthday parties with Allison.
Allison was married and had a little daughter but still looked great. She
had a set routine. She arrived, got paid, changed, danced (with no touch-
ing), stripped to a modest bikini and left. Fast, safe and professional.
The only problem was that Allison, dancing three times, didn't make close
to what Tricia did dancing twice, not even counting tips. The difference
was that Sheri charged for each girl, depending on the clothes she kept on.
I thought about it for a week and decided to go to work for Sheri, but
agreed to strip only to a bikini. If I was forced to confess, however, I'd
have to admit I did find the thought of taking my clothing off in front of
wildly approving strangers an exhilerating thrill.
So I quit my job at the dental office and re-arranged my college time
schedule to accomodate my new profession. Most of the work would be done
at night while I attended college in the day. But there were occasions
when I had to strip in the daytime. That was rare, though.
I spent the evenings of the next week getting my outfits together and
learning the basics for the routines.
Needless to say, within three months, I agreed to strip all of my
clothing off and dance nude. Dancing and stripping to the bikini in front
of a mixed crowd of men and women and then virtually running to the next
party, two or three times a night was crazy and no fun at all. Getting
lost for five minutes could throw all the appointments off, and there was
just very little (if any) tipping. I got jealous of the money the two
girls who did strip nude got, compared to what I got.
Stripping naked in front of strangers is one thing, but I found the
mingle time the hardest to deal with. Once I decided to go nude, most of
the parties I attended were all male -- very rarely I would see a woman in
the room as well. Most of the functions I went to were bachelor parties,
business meetings, conventions, and some birthday parties. The men were
great 99% of the time. During the mingle, I'd slow dance and sit on laps,
and if their hands roamed, I gently moved them away and offered a sweet,
teasing smile. Usually this was enough. But, sometimes, they would be so
persistant or rough, that I'd stand up and loudly tell them to behave. In
the beginning, I always went out with a companion, usually a guy supplied
by Sheri. But since he had to get paid, it cut into my profit and I soon
learned how to handle myself in almost all imaginable situations.
At my second bachelor party I was offered $100 to stay and "entertain"
the groom-to-be. I politely refused, but in the past I have occasionaly
accepted such offers if the money and the crowd looked okay. I know what
that makes me, but I can live with that for the time being. The money has
been good enough and I've been busy enough that I have my own apartment and
I'm driving a brand new Ford Mustang convertible!
The first time I let myself be bought was at a bachelor party full of
lawyers. I was shooting pool in only my string of pearls and high heels
with the groom-to-be when my escort, Todd, called me over. The "best man"
had offered Todd a hundred bucks to go home without me, if I was agreeable
to "earning a few big tips." Todd was an old pro at the escort game, and
told me that if I ever wanted to make big money, this was the way to do it.
I told him I had never done anything like that before, but the money
offer sure did sound lucrative. He told me that some of the girls gave a
flat fee and then took all comers at the party, or that some charged for
each individual guy. He said that if it was my first time, I might not
want to charge by the guy, and then I could stop whenever I wanted to. I
couldn't believe I was talking to a man about the best possible method of
selling my ass off to strangers!
Todd said it was like selling cars, and that I should start high and
be willing to bargain. After a few more minutes and another drink, I
finally decided to try it. I told Todd to tell them my price was $600
flat, cash up front. There were lots of guests at the party, but only five
of them wanted me in a sexual way. To our great surprise, there was no
bargaining! The men agreed to the price and immediately paid up!
I made the easiest $600 of my life that night. The guys chipped in
for the groom-to-be's share, and then the rest of the wedding party took
their turn. I even think the father of the bride was debating it, but he
chose not to join us. We went to a seperate room to get it on, and all the
men behaved like gentlemen, even though more than a few of the "non-takers"
walked by or even stopped at the door to watch the action. It was fun, and
on the way out, I told myself that it would never happen again. But I knew
that it would. And, it has. In fact, several times.
I have also had some very interesting experiences. About a month ago,
I performed in one of the most complicated set-ups to surprise a groom-to-
be. By accident of timing, the groom was hiring a new secretary and was
conducting interviews. Many of his fellow workers fabricated a resume for
me and scheduled me for an interview, on the Friday before the wedding. I
arrived dressed in my best business dress-suit and acted quite nervous.
The office had gone out to lunch, and only about seven guys were left
by the time I got there. Doug, the future husband, was interviewing me
when his boss came over and introduced himself. He just sat and listened
until I said the key words, "I'll do anything to get the chance to start a
career with this firm."
Right away, the boss spoke up, "Would you show us your tits?"
Doug almost died! He started to say something to his boss, but I
stood up and said, "If that's what it takes."
I took off my powerjacket and started to unbutton my blouse. Doug was
not protesting anymore!
As I pulled my blouse off my shoulders, I said, "I'll do even more for
you!" With that cue, the co-workers just outside opened the door and hit
the "play" button on the portable stereo-cassette player I brought along
with me. I started my routine, and Doug knew he'd been had -- but good!
I stripped and mingled until other co-workers started returning, and
wound up going for a late lunch with the boss and two of his office-mates.
I had another appointment later that night, so they had to settle for three
expensive blow-jobs and good-bye kisses in the company limosuine.
All this is a little background for what happened last weekend.
I'm good-looking, and I put on an entertaining show. I work as often
as I want to, at least three days/nights per week. Since coming to work
for Sheri, I've become her best dancer, often being requested by name, and
recommended by former clients. I'm still working on a degree at college,
but since I am living such a comfortable lifestyle with my dancing -- I'm
in no real hurry to attain a degree. I can do this for years to come!
Last weekend, I was specifically requested for a second show (which
means my second, and last, show of the night) at a birthday party in a
private home. This is unusual, because parties in the home seldom request
full-nude strippers due to the mixed crowds. Anyway, the bill was pre-paid
by credit card and included a 35% tip for me -- a very heavy tip.
My first show was another bachelor party, and I stripped from my
nurse's uniform to the nude and mingled. It was a pretty tame bunch of
guys compared to some of the parties I'd been to in the past, with only
two or three of them grabbing me in various places while dancing with me.
I was feeling good. I had swallowed down a couple glasses of wine and
had been poked and squeezed enough to be feeling quite warm inside. When
the hour was over, I went into a bedroom to change and asked the guy who
had set the whole thing up to come along.
Here we were. I'm naked, and this good-looking guy is nervous and all
eyes. I guess I was a little horny, because I really began teasing him,
giving him great split beaver shots as I put on my garterbelt and nylons,
and asking him how everybody liked my performance. I heard him grown as I
bent over to pick up my bra, and he was looking at my ass and pussy. I
sure can be a good cockteaser!
I walked over to him and planted a big kiss on his lips. "I want to
thank you for the nice tip you collected from the guys."
He wasn't biting. I saw his wedding band, and his wife would have
been proud of him. His hands stayed at his side. I could feel his cock
straining against his slacks, but he remained a gentleman. More than a
little dissapointed, I finished dressing into my cop outfit and left that
party a little frustrated and a lot horny.
I drove to the private home for my next gig. It was a nice, single
house in the suburbs of Los Angeles and it looked too quiet for a party to
be going on, especially since my instructions were that I was supposed to
be a police officer coming to the door to quiet things down. Fortunately,
as I approached the front door, I could hear the stereo blasting inside. I
banged loudly on the door, wanting the knock to sound authoratative.
A kid about 15 or 16 opens the door, sees the uniform and his eyeballs
almost pop out. I'm surprised to see anyone that young at the party and
double-check the name. The kid says I have the right house, so I walk in
yelling for them to turn the music down.
The biggest shock came when I walked into the den, where the party
was. It was only three teen-age boys! I didn't know what to do. I know
there must be a law or rule somewhere that says we cannot strip in front
of anyone under 18 or something, but I've never seen it, and the question
never came up with Sheri. I also know that with the fee and tip I was
making for this party, it's too much money to simply turn around, leave,
and give a refund.
I looked at the kid who opened the door with a stiff glare. "Officer
Quigley (the fake last name I use on assignments), L.A. County Sheriff's
Department. We've received several calls regarding the loud music that is
coming from this house. Where are your parents?"
"They're out of town, Officer," the boy said. "We'll turn the stereo
down, we promise."
I whipped out my nightstick and walked around the den as the boys
scurried over to the stereo to turn it down. I saw cans of Budweiser all
over the room. I knocked one empty can over, then slapped the palm of my
hand with the nightstick. "And what about these beers?" I sternly asked.
"Am I supposed to ignore three underage boys sucking down beers?"
The first kid spoke up again. "We each just had one, Officer. You
know, to celebrate my... 16th birthday."
Sixteen!!? I knew I was in a spot. I looked at these three faces,
considered the money and thought, "Hell, they're just five years younger
than me. What the hell!" But I wanted to tease them just a bit longer.
"16, huh?" came my words as I approached them. "That's not a good age
for drinking alcohol. Do you know that you can be arrested for this?"
Ted, the shy one, gulped and nearly keeled over when I said that! I
figured it would be cruel to lead these guys on any further.
But the birthday boy, Jeff, who had planned all of this, looked at me
and said, "We promise not to drink anymore, Officer."
I handed a cassette tape to Jeff and said, "Put this in the deck and
turn it up."
He looked curious, but complied. The music blasted out and I went
into my routine, and read the birthday card, just signed "a friend."
Once the three of them saw what I was doing, they couldn't believe
their luck, and they really got into it. They were a great audience,
enjoying every movement I made. When I was down to my garterbelt, stock-
ings and heels, I asked Jeff if he wanted me to take the rest off. He
replied, "Just like that is perfect!"
It was pretty sexy being with these young studs, and I was already
horny. So, I teased them at every possible opportunity! Pressing into
them as we danced, spreading my thighs as I sat down or stood up, etc. I
knew I was acting like a teen-age boys wet dream -- and I was loving it!
Finally, it was time to go and I asked Jeff to point out a bedroom
and to get my suitcase from the car. I was combing my hair in a full
length mirror when Jeff knocked and walked in with my stuff.
"You were great tonight, Ashley. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed
your dancing." On and on, he blabbed compliments at machine gun speed.
I walked over to him and placed two fingers against his lips. "Hush,
Jeff." I took my fingers away and kissed him, pushing my tongue between
his young lips and teeth. He responded with unbridled passion.
I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and arms, baring his smooth,
hard chest. I unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down and let them
fall to the floor. I wanted this young stallion, and wasn't about to
charge him extra for it! Then, I pulled Jeff to the bed and I laid down,
reaching up for him with my arms and hands.
My pussy was soaking wet and ready for his hard cock. He was deep
inside of me in a second, and immediately began humping. "Slower, slower,
dear," I encouraged. "We're in no hurry."
We settled into a rhythm, and I began to ride up the crest to an
orgasm. I was almost there as I felt Jeff tighten up and then fill me
with his hot cum. Thank goodness for birth control!
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ashley! I came too fast!"
"It's okay, Jeff," I told him. "It was really great while it lasted."
My problem was that I had almost gotten there, and then he left me hotter
than ever. Jeff rolled off of me and for the first time, I noticed Mark
standing in the open doorway to Jeff's room. "How long have you been
watching us?" was my question.
"Umm, umm, I just came up to see what was going on," he mumbled.
I was on Jeff's bed, on my back. My legs were spread wide open and I
could feel some of Jeff's warm cum leaking down my inner thighs. I knew
what I looked like to Mark, because he had a lump in his pants worthy of an
adult-video actor. I threw caution to the wind, and decided to go with the
moment. It wouldn't be the first time I had gotten it on with more than
one guy at a party -- it wouldn't be the last time, either!
I smiled up at Mark. "Why don't you join me, too?"
It was all the coaxing he needed. His jeans and underwear were down
at his ankles and his cock was buried up my cunt in two seconds flat! I
figured right there that these boys were not much into foreplay.
This time, I paced Mark to match me, pumping deeper and deeper into my
wet pussy. I was soon rising, again, getting to the climax that had been
building all night. I wrapped my legs around Mark's waist and slammed my
hips up at his. It worked, and I was soon experiencing a delirious orgasm,
completely lost to the world and everything in it.
When I came back down, Mark was just beginning to cum, and I made it
as good for him as I could.
I was in a glow. Jeff had stayed in the room and watched, and now was
sporting another erection. I smiled at him and said, "I'll take care of
that, but we have to be fair. You two go downstairs and bring Ted up."
As I said, Ted was the shy one. Although reluctant and apprehensive,
he performed well for a virgin. He was just pulling up his jeans when Mark
yelled up that Jeff's parents had just pulled into the garage!
Jeff and Ted ran downstairs to hide the beer cans and I rolled out of
bed to dress. The pounding I had received from my three teen-age studs had
taken it's toll on me, and I was moving slowly. I wasn't finished dressing
when Jeff appeared at the door and begged me to stay where I was until he
could sneak me out.
I agreed, not wanting to get him into trouble. I suddenly felt glad
that I had parked my vehicle on the street, and not in the driveway! I
laid face-down on the floor on the far side of the room, the bed shielding
me from the door. There was an air conditioning vent nearby, and I crawled
over to it and pressed my ear against the metal so I could hear what was
being said downstairs. "Good night, Mom and Dad. Sorry your plans did not
work out. I think I'm going to sleep." I heard Mark say, "Umm, Ted and I
will head home. We'll see you later, Jeff." I heard the front door slam
shut and I figured that they had high-tailed it off into the night.
I heard footsteps coming closer and knew it was Jeff since he said he
would be going to sleep. I looked up and watched as he opened the door
with a pained expression on his face. "Sorry, Ashley. But my mom and dad
are going to be awake for a little while."
I smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders. Then I opened my blouse
and said, "Well, no sense wasting all this time. I'm sure we can think of
SOMETHING to do." Jeff locked the door and came over to re-join me.
We quietly fucked and sucked each other for several hours! His young
stamina was fantastic! We quieted down even more when we heard his parents
come upstairs and enter their bedroom across the hall, but we didn't stop.
I woke up in Jeff's arms around 3:00 a.m. He was sleeping away like a
baby and I really hated leaving him. What a cute little guy he was! I
began to dress, again, and then looked at his naked body in the bed. Just
so he'd know it hadn't all been a dream, I draped my tiny bra and damp
panties on his cock, then covered his body with a thin cover.
I started for the door, then got another idea. No one or any group of
people that I had ever stripped for had effected me like these guys did. I
found a piece of paper on his dresser-drawer and a pen as well. I wrote
him a little note...
You were absolutely incredible last
evening, Jeff. I've left you my bra
and panties as a rememberance of our
time together. But be assured that I
will be getting in touch with you
and your friends again in the NEAR
future. Until next time...
Ashley
I reached into the suitcase and fished out my purse, then pulled out
some lipstick and covered my lips with it. Then, I planed a red kiss right
on the paper next to my name and put the lipstick back into my purse. I
proceeded to place the message underneath the covers next to the bra and
panties and then re-covered his nude body. I made sure I had gotten
everything -- and then snuck downstairs after locking the bedroom door
behind me. I exited through the front door -- I sure was glad this home
wasn't equipped with a security system -- and hurried to my car. I felt
wonderful, and couldn't remember having a more exciting night in my life!
It was a great time and I don't regret one moment of it.
It turned out that Jeff wasn't as innocent as I thought he was. Just
before we drifted off to sleep, he told me that he ordered his own strip-o-
gram, using his father's credit card! His uncle had seen me at a bachelor
party and Jeff heard him telling his father about me. What a sly fox.
And, what a night!
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I have more to tell of my stripping experiences and may write about
them again soon. I hope to have some more time with my three young studs;
maybe I'll write about that as well. But do me a favor and upload this to
every computer network and bulletin board you can... I'd appreciate it!
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ABOVE AND BEYOND THE
CALL OF DUTY
By Ashley S.
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