It was my last business meeting before going home.  I’m an area Sales Manager, and a pub in London had been having some delivery difficulties, so it was my job to try to get this resolved.  I didn’t anticipate any real problems and as the bar was between my office and the railway station, I was happy to walk there and hopefully head home early.

All I was interested in was making sure I was at the correct place as this was a new one for me and my focus was on the name above the door so I barely registered that there were no windows, that even in the mid-afternoon there was a rather large bouncer on the door, and completely missed the sign saying that there was absolutely NO TOUCHING.  I opened the door and walked into a pub dimly bathed in pink and violet light with a stage and a pole and an entirely male clientele.  I had entered a London strip bar.

As I was to find out, a strip bar is really just a pub with strippers.  Several girls work each shift and before they go up onto a stage and take their clothes off, they ask each customer for £1.  More explicit private dances are offered in a curtained area, but a no-touching rule is strictly enforced. I had heard of strip bars, but this was the first time I had ever stepped into one.  The stage was empty but a girl wearing just a black lingerie set was walking around chatting with customers and collecting cash in a beer glass.  Three or four similarly dressed girls were circulating too and I wondered if they were cold.

I stood just inside the doorway, not quite sure where to go, until a man came over and said, “Hi, I’m Jim, the manager.  Are you Carrie?” 

We shook hands and he asked me if I wanted to go into his office or sit in the bar area.  I was so curious about seeing what went on that I chose the bar area.  I must have also been quite transparent, as Jim smiled knowingly and walked me over to a table with a perfect view of the stage.  He went to collect his paperwork, and at that, the lights came up, music started playing, and the girl in the black underwear climbed onto the stage.  She bounced around for a bit, swinging on the pole while occasionally looking at me and smiling.  I was fascinated by her confidence and the way she maintained eye contact with the entire audience.  She took off her bra first, then pushed her boobs together, pinching her nipples so that they stood up.  Then she bent over with her bottom to the audience and pulled her panties down in one very fluid movement.  I had a brief flash of her pussy and was shocked at the tingle that ran through my lower stomach.  She turned and danced a bit more, then sat on the edge of the stage and opened her legs wide, showing her fanny to the entire audience.  I watched as she ran her hands over her stomach and pressed her pussy lips so that they parted, showing the pink flesh inside, just as the song was finishing. 

I couldn’t help but join in the polite applause as the lights dimmed, then I heard Jim say, “Did you enjoy that?” and realised that he must have been watching me while I was engrossed by the show.  I was very flustered by this and the simultaneous sudden suspicion that I was a bit wet down below, but I regained my composure and very quickly resolved his delivery issues.

As we parted at the door, another stage dance was starting, and Jim asked me if I wanted to stay and watch.  I politely declined, but he replied, “You could have a private dance on the house.  The girls love dancing for a woman, and they don’t get to do it very often.” 

I asked him what a private dance was, and he told me that it was a one-to-one striptease, but with the girl dancing very close to the client and making sure that there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination.  I was so tempted but my courage failed, so I shook Jim’s hand and literally ran out of the door to the train station.

I need to make it clear right now that if you’re reading this and anticipating that I found my inner lesbian self and had lots of sapphic adventures, then I’m sorry, but you will be disappointed.   I was aroused, however, so I got the first train I could find, replayed the show in my head throughout the journey, then fucked my husband senseless as soon as I got through the door.  And I was right; I had been wet.  My soaking panties were noticed by my lovely husband, leading me to have to explain how the afternoon had unfolded.  Andy thought the entire situation was very funny but seemed quite turned on by my reaction to watching a woman stripping and probed the non-existent lesbian angle before trying to talk me into giving him a lap dance.  I didn’t, but we fucked again anyway, and during the sex I wondered why I had refused.

Over the next few weeks, I did some research and managed to engineer a visit to another strip bar in the east end of the city, but it was deserted and, quite honestly, more than a little bit sleazy.  I called back to the first strip bar on a busy Friday afternoon and was treated to another stage show.  This time, I found that I was also watching the guys in the pub during the show and realised that the stripper had them totally in her control.  As she twirled, they followed her.  When she teased them with her bra or half-pulled down panties, they held their collective breath and then exhaled together when the clothing came off.  That level of power really excited me and again, I went home with a soaking gusset.

I should have tried to put the whole thing in the back of my mind, but instead made sure that the clients’ accounts for the strip bars became entirely my responsibility and made site visits whenever I could, becoming more and more excited by the backdrop of naked women and aroused men during what were supposed to be business meetings.

A few months later, I was out with my female friends, planning the 40th birthday party for one of the husbands, a very nice man called Steve.   From our friendship and loosened tongues following wine, we all knew that Steve and his wife Jane were very sexually active, and it was no big surprise when she asked if any of us would have a problem if she hired a stripper for him.  There were no objections, although the two older ladies in the group made a point of saying that they would be in the kitchen making tea during the show, but didn’t mind their husbands watching.  Jane asked if anyone knew any strippers and I heard my voice saying, “I’ll do it.” 

The room went completely silent and everyone looked at me, so I cleared my throat and repeated quite purposefully, “I said I’ll do it.” 

This time, there were giggles and someone snorted, “You’re not serious!”  I said it again and went on to explain what had happened to me and how I wanted to experience just once what those girls did and since I knew and trusted everyone who would be in the room, I would feel safe, not embarrassed.  I was also positive that my loving, totally supportive Andy would be front and centre, cheering me on. 

There was a fair bit of reluctance, but after a lot of discussion, it was agreed that I would dance for Steve, taking off as much as I felt comfortable, but on a strictly no physical contact basis.  I had two other stipulations: no cameras and no one apart from the women and Andy was to know about it in advance.   If I chickened out, nothing would be lost, and life could just move on. 

I wasn’t even nervous when I told Andy about the plan, and as anticipated, he gave me his whole-hearted approval.  As added bonuses, he gave me his credit card to go shopping for lingerie, and our sex levels went up incrementally.

A few days before the party, I went to the beauty parlour to be professionally waxed before going clothes and lingerie shopping.  The trick seemed to be to make sure that my little black dress looked just that, but would hide what lay underneath until I decided if I was going to take it off.  I also enforced an exclusion zone at home so that not even my husband would see my fanny and my new underwear until I stripped.  If I chose to, that is.

Since volunteering to be the party stripper, I had been practising on my own, timing my moves to the music I had chosen. I had also been back to the strip bar and watched a few more shows, so in my head I knew what I was going to do, but I was still very nervous.  Andy had not been allowed to watch any of my practise sessions and was in a total frenzy on the way to Steve and Jane's house for the party.  He really is a lovely man, as he kept saying nice, supportive things like, “You don’t have to do this,” and “Only do this if you’re comfortable,” but I knew that he wanted to see me perform and strip naked and our friends being there for that show pushed him higher and higher. 

 After a couple of hours, things were getting noisy and happy, and I realised that it was now or never, so I told Jane I had decided to go ahead.  I told her I was going to the bathroom and that when I came out, she should start my playlist.  It was my turn to get into a frenzy.  I was seriously wet and had to dry my pussy and panties with a tissue, plus I was so swollen that my lips were bulging at the edge of the material.  I took some deep breaths, swallowed hard, told myself that life comes down to a few minutes and stepped outside.  As good as her word, Jane pressed play and the first of my three songs came on the hifi.

I walked to where Steve was sitting.  The conversation died and every one of the six men and six women stopped to stare at me.  I found Andy in the room who smiled broadly and gave me a thumbs-up signal.  I had never seen him look so proud and loving.

I stood in front of Steve and started swaying in time to the music.  I spun around and bent over, quite sure that the dress rode up slightly, giving him a flash of the tops of my stockings.  I returned to face him and saw that he was transfixed by me.  That excited me even more, and I watched him gulp as I ran my hands from my thighs to my boobs, then around to the back of my neck, where I unzipped my dress.  I wiggled and was so pleased when the dress just slipped down over my body, puddling at my feet and leaving me standing in a white lace bra and thong set with nude hold-up stockings.  I promise that the entire room gasped, men and women alike.  My nipples were as hard as diamonds and clearly visible through the bra, while the dark landing strip left behind after the waxing session was also plain to see under the lace thong, which had indeed disappeared ever so slightly between my engorged pussy lips. 

I moved away from Steve and circled the room.  The men were totally focused on me, and while the women tried to keep eye contact, some did drop their gaze to my tits and now almost transparent, wet knickers. The two older ladies had decided not to make tea and were instead keeping a very close eye on where their husbands were looking.  All because of me – it was intoxicating.

I took it nice and slow, walking around the room and giving everyone a look down my bra and at the thong between my bum cheeks.  I moved over to Steve and, with my back to him, asked if he would unfasten my bra.  His hands were shaking but he eventually managed.  I held the lace in place for a few seconds, covering myself, before letting it drop and waving my hands in the air like a burlesque dancer.  People applauded, and I think some of them believed that was the end of the show, but I was nowhere near finished. 

The music played on while I massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples.  They’ve never been particularly sensitive, but that night, I could feel them grow between my fingers and send shocks through my body as they became harder than I have ever felt them.  I moved over to a chair facing Steve, sat down and spread my legs wide.  I put my hand between my thighs and felt just how totally drenched I was.  I didn’t even think about it, I just took hold of the sopping material and pulled the thong to one side, showing my fanny to Steve and everyone else craning their necks to get a look.  One woman tried to pull her husband away, but he refused to budge an inch, and I realised that I had lost that particular friendship.  But I was past caring and lifted my legs so that my feet were above my head and took off my panties. 

Nothing was hidden from view, and I had never in my life been the total focus of so many people.  I absolutely loved it. 

The women were manoeuvring as much as their husbands to get the best possible view of me and that aroused me even more.  I’ve been to the gym with my friends, and we’ve showered together but this was so different.  Everyone was looking at the well-manicured, wet, shiny cunt I had between my legs, and I could see bulging trousers all around me.  I’m pretty sure that there must have been moist knickers too.

I remained on the chair and spread my legs as wide as I could.  My pussy lips parted all on their own and I could well imagine how pink and open my inner hole must be.  I ran a finger over my slit, then tasted my own juice, hearing people sigh all around me.  I almost let Steve lick my finger but that would have been taking things too far.  I was so turned on, though, that I just had to do something else, so I took hold of my labia and pulled them apart so that my cunt, pee hole, and clit were in full view.  Even my husband gasped at that move.  I so wanted to plunge my fingers inside, but again, that wasn’t part of the deal, and I had to be satisfied with another quick rub of my slit.    

I realised that my third song was about to end, so for Steve’s final treat, I stood up, planted my feet apart, and bent over with my bottom as close to his face as I could without touching him.  The shuffling of feet as people shifted to get a grandstand view sent me wild.  I reached around spreading my cheeks wide and this time, I felt my bum hole opening just like my pussy.  Steve and anyone looking could see everything I had.  That knocked me over the edge, and I felt the definite trickle of something hot and wet running from my gaping fanny and down my thigh.

The music finished and the room was completely silent before everyone (except my disapproving now former friend) cheered hugely.  Steve was in an absolute daze; Andy was beaming; and the ladies?  Well, most of them were smiling and applauding and I can only hope that they felt something like I did when I saw my first show in that strip bar.

The party went on for a bit, but Andy and I went home quite soon afterwards and I’m pretty sure you can guess what happened next. 

I had always been clear in my own mind that this was to be a one-off event, and I have stuck to that.  I haven't stripped publicly again but the emotions, excitement and yes, the power I had felt that evening were just too good to waste so there have been further adventures. I may just get around to sharing one day.