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                                     J. Boswell
                          Above and Beyond the Call of Duty
                       A little over a year ago, I graduated from high school and
                  got a job as a Dentist's Receptionist.  The pay was terrible and
                   I was living at home with my parents, brown-bagging my lunches
                              and driving a ten year-old car to work.
                           Then, one night at aerobics class, a woman, Sheri,
                 approached me about a part-time job.  She said she loved my looks
                 and the way I moved to the music, and asked me to consider coming
                            to work for her as a "party strip-o-gram."  
                       Of course, my immediate reaction was "no way!  What kind of
                  girl do you think I am?"  But, I thought about it for a few days
                               and talked to her at the next class. 
                       Sheri explained that "her girls" told her the type of strip
                   they wanted to do -- anywhere from stripping down to a modest
                 bikini to going totally nude.  She said the men would drool at my
                   "innocent young girl" looks and my big boobs, little waist and
                                            tight ass.  
                       The money she offered was too good to be true, as far as I
                    was concerned, so I agreed to go out with several girls the
                          following weekend to see what it was all about.
                         On Friday night, I accompanied Tricia (a beautiful tall
                    blonde with a great figure) to two bachelor parties.  At the
                  first, 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" or "teacher" in it.  She was great, and
                  the men absolutely loved her.  Included in the price of Sheri's
                      "Strip-o-grams" is a bottle of  champagne and a one hour
                  "mingle" with the guests, and we both had a few drinks with the
                   guys.  I was fully clothed, but Trish was naked except for her
                                     high heels and a G-string!
                       After the mingle, we went to the second party.  This time,
                  Trish dressed as a nurse.  Being later in the night, this party
                    was a lot rowdier than the first, and the guys were all over
                   Trish during the mingle.  I told her when the hour was up and
                 that it was time to go.  She was sitting on the groom-to-be's lap
                  and he was sucking on her right breast.  She smiled and told me
                   to go home, and that she was sure she could bum a ride, later.
                        On Saturday night, I went to three birthday parties with
                  Diane.  Diane was married and had a kid but still looked great. 
                   She had a set routine.  She arrived, got paid, changed, danced
                  (with no touching), stripped to a modest bikini and left.  Fast,
                  safe and professional.  The only problem was that Diane, dancing
                  three times, didn't make close to what Trish did dancing twice,
                   not counting tips.  The difference was what Sheri charged for
                          each girl, depending on the clothes she left on.
                       I thought about it for a week and decided to go to work for
                  Sheri, but agreed to strip only to the bikini.  If I was forced
                 to confess, I'd have to admit I did find the thought of taking my
                   clothes off in front of wildly approving strangers a thrill.  
                        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
                  naked.  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 just was no 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 my parties were all male, or almost all male
                   -- bachelor parties, business meetings, conventions, and some
                   birthday parties, as opposed to mostly all couples at birthday
                      parties.  Ninety-nine percent of the time, the men were
                  absolutely great.  During the mingle, I'd slow dance and sit on
                    laps, and if their hands roamed, I gently moved them away. 
                     Usually, this was enough; but, sometimes, they would be so
                   persistent 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 and
                                            the clients.
                       At my second bachelor party I was offered $100 to stay and
                 "entertain" the groom-to-be.  I politely refused, but in the last
                  11 months, I have occasionally 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's been good enough
                   and I've been busy enough that I have my own apartment and I'm
                               driving a new Saab Turbo 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, Dan,
                 called me over.  The "Best Man" had offered Dan a hundred dollars
                  to go home without me, if I was agreeable to "earning a few big
                  tips."  Dan was an old pro at the escort game, and told me that
                 if I ever wanted to make big tips, this was the party to do it.  
                      I told him I had never done anything like that, but the "big
                   money" sounded good.  He told me that some of the girls gave a
                  flat fee and then took on all comers at the party, or that some
                   charged for each guy.  He said that if it was my first time, I
                 might 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 method of selling my ass!
                       Dan 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 Dan to tell
                     them my price was $100 per guy, cash, up front, and to our
                    surprise, there was no bargaining!  The guys agreed to that
                                            immediately.
                        I made the easiest $600 of my life that night.  The guys
                  chipped in for the groom-to-be, and then the rest of the wedding
                  party took their turn.  I even think the father of the bride was
                 debating it, but he didn't.  We went to a separate 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
                   and watched 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.
                       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 an accident of timing, the groom was
                 hiring a new secretary and was conducting interviews.  Several 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 suit and acting nervous.
                       The office had gone out to lunch, and only about five guys
                  were left, by the time I got there.  Doug, the groom-to-be, 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."
                         The boss spoke up, right away, "Would you show us your
                                               tits?"
                       Doug almost died!  He started to say something to his boss,
                        when I stood up and said, "If that's what it takes."
                        The boss smiled and said, "Well, that would be a start."
                        I took off my jacket and started to unbutton my blouse. 
                                   Doug was no longer protesting!
                        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
                 the open door hit the "play" button on my boom box.  I started my
                       routine, and Doug knew that he had been had, but good!
                       I stripped and mingled until co-workers started returning,
                  and wound up going out to 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 boss's Lincoln.
                         All this is a little background for what happened last
                                             weekend.  
                      I'm good looking, and I put on a good show.  I work as often
                  as I want to, at least 3 nights a week.  In eleven months, I've
                      become Sheri's best girl, often being requested by name,
                                  recommended by former clients.  
                      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, because
                 of the mixed crowd.  Anyway, the bill was pre-paid by credit card
                     and included a 35 percent tip for me -- a very heavy tip.
                       My first show was a bachelor party, and I stripped from my
                   nurse's uniform to the buff and mingled.

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  It was a pretty tame
                  bunch of guys, with only two or three grabbing ass or boobs when
                                       they danced with me.  
                       I was feeling good.  I had had a couple of wine coolers and
                   had been poked and squeezed enough to be feeling a little warm
                  inside.  When the hour was over, I went into a bedroom to change
                    and asked the guy who had set the 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 show.  I heard him groan as I bent over to pick up my
                    bra, and he was looking at my ass and cunt.  I can be such a
                                       cockteaser, sometimes!
                       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 disappointed, I finished
                      dressing into my cop outfit and left that party a little
                                    frustrated and a lot horny.
                       I drove to the house for my next gig.  It was a nice single
                   house in the suburbs and it looked too quiet for a party to be
                 going on; especially since my instructions said I was supposed to
                       be a cop coming to the door to quiet everybody down. 
                   Fortunately, as I approached the front door, I could hear the
                       stereo blasting inside.  I banged loudly on the door.
                        A kid about 15 or 16 opens the door, sees the uniform and
                  pops his eyeballs open.  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.
                       My biggest shock was, when I walked into the den, where the
                   party was, it was only 3 teenaged boys!  I didn't know what to
                   do.  I know there must be a law or rule somewhere that says we
                   can't 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'm making for this party, it's
                  too much money to simply turn around, leave, and give a refund.
                       I asked the kid who opened the door where his parents were.
                      "They're out of town, officer.  We'll turn the stereo down."
                      I slapped my nightstick in the palm of my hand and nodded at
                  the Coors cans all over the room, "And what about the beers?  Am
                   I supposed to ignore three underage boys sucking down beers?"
                        "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, thought about the money, and then thought "hell, they are
                      only a couple of years younger than me.  What the hell!"
                      I handed the birthday boy, Jeff, my cassette tape, "Put this
                                    in the deck and turn it up."
                       He looked curious, but complied.  The music started playing
                    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, loving everything I did.  When I was down to
                  garterbelt, stocking and heels, I asked Jeff if he wanted me to
                      take the rest off.  He said "Just like that is perfect!"
                        When the dance was over, I explained I was paid to mingle
                 for an hour, and that I'd love one of those beers.  Jeff and Mark
                 loved slow dancing with me, but we couldn't get Ted off the sofa.
                       It was pretty sexy being with these young studs, and I was
                  already horny, so, I teased them at every opportunity.  Pressing
                  into them as we danced, spreading my legs as I sat down or stood
                 up, etc.  I knew I was acting like a teenage boy's wet-dream, and
                                          I was loving it.
                       Finally, it was time to go and I asked Jeff to point out a
                 spare 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 case.
                      "You were great tonight, Ginny.  I can't tell you how much I
                  enjoyed your dance."  On and on he blabbed at machine-gun speed.
                       I walked over to him and placed my finger against his lips,
                  "Hush, Jeff."  I took my finger away and kissed him, pushing my
                  tongue between his 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.  Then, I pulled Jeff to the
                              bed and I lay down, reaching up for him.
                      My cunt was soaking wet and ready for his hard cock.  He was
                   deep inside of me in a second, and began humping me.  "Slower,
                                 slower, Dear.  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
                                     fill me with his hot cum.
                                "Oh, I'm sorry, Ginny!  I came too fast."
                      "It's okay, Jeff.  It really was great while it lasted."  My
                    problem was that I had almost gotten there, and that left me
                    hotter than ever.  Jeff rolled off and, for the first time I
                     noticed Mark standing in the open doorway to Jeff's room.
                                "How long have you been standing there?"
                           "Uh, um, I just came up to see what was going on."
                       I was on Jeff's bed, on my.  My legs were spread open
                   and I could feel some of Jeff's warm cum leaking down into the
                  crack of my ass.  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 got it on with more than one guy at
                                             a party!  
                           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!
                         This time, I paced Mark to match me, pumping deeper and
                   deeper into my cunt.  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 in a delirious orgasm, lost to the world and
                                          everybody in it.
                      When I camedown, 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 was now 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."
                       Ted was reluctant and very shy, but 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 young studs had taken its 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 sat on the bed listening to voices downstairs, until I
                   heard Jeff say, "Goodnight, Mom, Dad.  Sorry your plans didn't
                                             work out."
                        He opened the door with a pained expression on his face,
                     "Sorry, Ginny, but they're going to be awake for a while."
                        I just smiled and shook my head.  As I opened my blouse I
                           said, "Well, no sense wasting all this time."
                         We quietly fucked and sucked each other for 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
                  like a baby and I really hated leaving him.  What a cute guy he
                   was.  I began to dress, again, and 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 panties on his cock.
                       I snuck downstairs, unlocked the door and snuckto 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 anything I did.  
                      It even turned out that Jeff wasn't as innocent as I thought
                  he was.  Just before we fell asleep, he told me that he ordered
                 his own strip-o-gram, using his Dad'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.  
                                             What a night! 
                                     (c) J. BOSWELL, June 1989
                                                  

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