So, it had been about three weeks since that crazy night at Yvette’s place, and I was surprised she still intended to fulfill her part of the bet. She lost and now had to dance naked at a local strip club's amateur night contest. Truth be told, I was even nervous for her, and in my now sober mind, this didn't seem like the best idea. The problem was that this was a big town, but not that big, if you know what I mean. She was a very gorgeous woman, and a divorced one at that. Plus, her son was a standout football player in his freshman year of high school, and the other parents knew her.

The biggest problem was that there was a group of divorced dads who would sometimes go to this bar to watch the contest. There were five in total, and they were a pretty close group and also infamous for their partying. And of course, every single one of them had pursued Yvette in the past. She had rebuffed them all, but they would still hit on her now and then. Also, in my state, with its weird liquor laws, topless bars can serve alcohol, but full nude bars can only serve non-alcoholic beverages. 

What that means is that you only have to be eighteen to get into the full nude or, as we called them, “Juice Bars”. Therefore, those seniors aged eighteen or older can also enter. Getting the picture? So when I picked her up that night, I felt concerned for her and told her she didn't have to go through with it. I told her I would figure out a different way for her to pay up. She took all of two seconds to tell me, “Thanks, but no thanks”. 

Yvette wore a brown leather skirt that was sexy yet demure, extending most of the way down her thighs. A long-sleeved button-down white shirt and high heels whose color matched her skirt completed the look. She looked like a businesswoman fresh from an office. Her long, luxurious brown hair was curled a little and teased up really nicely. I asked what she was wearing underneath, but she just turned and gave me an “Are you stupid?” look. Hmm... I guess I'd find out with the rest of the bar.

As we drove, I handed her a bottle of her favorite tequila, which she gratefully accepted. She took the cap off and took a long pull, gulping it down as if she had just walked through a desert. By the time we got there, she had finished almost half of the bottle. Her inhibitions would definitely be lower now, which I was certain would make for some excellent entertainment. I could still see some nervous tension in her face, but her demeanor was definitely changing. 

When we walked in the door, she got plenty of looks from the men as we walked through the crowd. We were a bit early and found a table along the wall at the rear of the club. I snuck a small flask of tequila into the club, which was very illegal, but I wanted to make sure she was primed and ready. We ordered some fruit juice and looked around the club. There were several females there, and they were all younger than Yvette. If that made her nervous, it didn’t show as she sat casually sipping her tequila-spiked grape juice.

She got up to go use the restroom, and I suggested she go to the DJ booth and sign up for the contest. As she walked away, I noticed many eyes watching her, and I tried to see if I knew anyone there. I was younger than Yvette and didn’t have any kids, so I probably wouldn't know any parents, except for the five dads that I knew of. Yvette had pointed them out in some pictures she had from a football game her son had played in. When Yvette came back to the table, she said she was all set with the DJ and also that she didn’t recognize anyone. The relief was noticeable in her voice as she told me, and she looked very relaxed. 

We watched a few dancers, but I noticed she was also watching the crowd. I figured she was still looking for anyone she might know, especially a certain group of guys. I asked her if she saw anyone she knew, and she said that she hadn't. This club was technically in another smaller town, but more like on the outskirts of our town. Secretly, or maybe not so secretly, I wanted guys who knew her to be there. I wanted her to be seen by people who knew her. 

The call from the DJ for all participants in the contest to come to the dressing room came over the speakers, and Yvette looked at me. She looked confident as she stood up, but I caught a hint of fear in her eyes as she turned and walked through the crowd to the dressing room. I took another look around the room and still didn't see the group I was looking for, but there was still a good crowd. I shuddered with excitement as I thought about them seeing her nude, and really hoped some guys there would recognize her.

They announced the first contestant, who then came out dancing to some rap music. She was young, eighteen or nineteen, and had a tight body with obviously fake breasts. She did a good job and looked great. I thought Yvette was in for some stiff competition. I didn't notice them come in, but as the first girl finished, I saw the group of guys standing in the back corner. They weren't there at the start of the contest, and Yvette would not have seen them before she went backstage. 

“Perfect,” I thought to myself. Yvette was going to be seen by exactly the guys she was hoping would not be there, and I was giddy. I wanted her to be seen by guys who knew her, and I was getting my wish. The best part is that the stage, with all the lights shining toward it, coupled with how dark the bar was, meant there would be no way she would even know they were there until it was all over. Soon, Yvette's fine body would be on display, fully nude for all to see, and I couldn't wait.

I wondered what would happen. Would the guys even recognize her? Would Yvette see them? Dang, so many possibilities. I shivered with anticipation. A couple of girls danced, only one amateur, and the rest were professional strippers so far. It was common to have some of the professional dancers take part because sometimes there just would not be enough amateurs. The amateur girl had done pretty well. She looked to be a college girl, possibly doing it on a dare, or even a birthday. It was actually common for girls to strip on their birthdays. Who was I to question it?

The energy in the place was positively electric; booze was flowing, and the dollars were flying. The guys were all enjoying themselves and tipping the dancers well. I heard her name blast through the noise in the bar. ‘And now, welcome to the stage, Yvette!’ Oops, she forgot to use a fake name as I had suggested to her. Well, too late now. At least they pronounced it wrong and said it like (Evette) with a long E at the beginning, instead of the way she pronounced it (Yavette) with a (Ya) at the front. 

She strode onto the stage looking like an ordinary secretary or office worker, and the crowd loved it. Cheers rose before she even started removing her clothes. The music started slowly, and Yvette made her way around the stage, swaying to the beat. She moved sensually and confidently; the booze had done its job, and there was no trace of the nervousness she had displayed earlier. 

Yvette made her way to the center of the stage, reached back, and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall down her legs and stepped out. When she did, her foot caught, and she stumbled a little. This made her look like the amateur she was, and the crowd ate it up. She made another lap around the stage, the long white shirt showing plenty of her tanned and toned legs, but nothing else. 

As she walked, she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. There were more cheers as she tossed the shirt to the back of the stage. She was now only wearing a tiny black silk thong and a matching bra that barely contained her firm C-cup breasts. “What a body this woman has," I thought to myself. I was getting as excited as the crowd. She wasted little time pulling her bra off. The crowd cheered loudly again at the sight of her firm tits and all-over tan. 

As the music pumped out a nice dance beat, Yvette danced masterfully in her high heels and thong. She teased the crowd by tugging on her thong strings and nodding yes to the crowd. She went to the center of the stage and teased the crowd more by pulling the side strings down and then back up. Then she turned around and slid the thing down her legs slowly as she bent over, giving the crowd a superb view of her pussy and asshole. The move shocked me, but the crowd loved it.

Yvette was now fully nude except for her high heels. The crowd enjoyed her tanned and toned body in all its glory. As she danced, she grabbed hold of the pole on the stage and swung around it. She surprised me when she lifted her leg and hooked her foot on the pole, nearly performing a split. As she slowly spun around the pole, the crowd enjoyed a superb view of her pussy lips. “The guys in front were getting to know her better than her gynecologist.” I thought to myself.

It looked like she had done some research on pole dancing and moved more like a pro than the amateur she was. As she danced, she saw some guys forming up at the front of the stage to give her dollars. She walked over to the group and squatted down in front of the first guy, her knees spread wide and feet close together. The stage was a little way above the floor, so her beautiful, well-trimmed pussy was right in their faces. 

She took some dollars this way and then got on all fours with her ass facing the guys. She rocked back and forth as they rubbed dollar bills up and down her ass crack. Yvette then bent over further and had her tits on the stage and ass up in the air, which spread her cheeks apart even more. As they rubbed their dollars on her pussy and anus, she reached back under herself and took the dollars. I've seen a lot of professionals who don't do as much as she was doing. She was acting more like a desperate crack addict who really needed money!

My mind went back to that evening and the debauchery that she had taken part. I was happy that her anus showed no signs of the abuse it had taken and looked tight and cute as usual. I was so caught up in the show she was putting on that I didn't notice what the group of guys were doing. I looked for them and found them near where they were, watching the stage. When the music ceased, Yvette stood up and collected her clothes. She gathered her clothes and held them tight against her body as she hurried off the stage. She appeared slightly embarrassed, as if a spell had ended and she had regained control. 

I could see the group huddled together and talking excitedly; I wasn't sure if they had recognized her or not. A few more girls danced, and then the loudspeakers called for all the girls to come to the stage for a dance-off to give the crowd one last look to determine a winner. The girls all filed out in a line with Yvette somewhere in the middle; she was wearing the white shirt and, of course, the high heels. She looked around and seemed a little lost and confused as she clutched the front of her shirt.

Yvette seemed to come out of whatever trance she was in as the music started. She strode around the stage once and then yanked off her shirt. To my surprise, she was not wearing anything under the shirt and was now dancing around the stage fully nude. I really thought she might win. Sure, she was a little older than most of the others, but her body was incredible. She was breathtaking in every way: body, face, and even her long, curly brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. 

After only two songs, the music stopped, and the contestants lined up again. They were all naked, but I felt Yvette still stood out. They were called one by one to step forward for the crowd to cheer. When Yvette stepped forward, the place erupted, and I thought she would actually win this. 

In a move that I had seen before in other places, first place went to a teenager with long blonde hair and big fake tits. Yes, she was young, blonde, and had big tits, but she was also one of their dancers. She did receive almost as much applause as Yvette, and it was a close decision, but Yvette had to settle for second place. She seemed pretty excited about it, and I was happy as well. What she didn’t realize was that the hardest part was yet to come.

In this bar, it was common for the professional dancers to take pictures with the men. They would walk around with a photographer to take the photos and collect the money, usually five dollars per photo. On amateur nights, a spot was cleared next to the stage with a large chair for photos. The contestants could pose with the bar patrons if they wanted to, but it was not mandatory for the amateurs. Some did, and some didn't. I wasn't sure what Yvette would do.

Yvette came up to me at our table, and from what I could see, she was fully dressed again. I didn't bring up photos right away, but I did see her looking over to where they were taking place. “You need to go and take some photos with your fans,” I said in a half-joking way. She looked at me hard, and I wasn’t sure what she was thinking.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “The manager asked me to, but I told him no.”

“I'll leave it up to you,” I whispered in her ear. “But I would really like it if you did.” I could see her mind working as she thought about it. I gave her a shot of tequila and told her she really should do it and that it would be fun. I knew she didn't want to be photographed like that, but she was very sexually charged right now. I told her that if she did, I might take it easy on her later. I emphasized might, but I really had no intention of taking it easy on her. 

“Every second you wait to decide will be another lash from the belt,” I said, looking her straight in her eyes. I started counting, and as I got to five, she practically jumped off the stool and shoved her purse towards me. She walked over to where the girls were standing and stood next to them. The only thing was that Yvette still had all her clothes on. She looked around and must’ve noticed that nearly all the girls only had thongs on, because she began taking off her clothes as well.

Yvette took off everything except her thong, and then she wrapped her shirt over her shoulders and around her breasts to cover them. I watched as the girls were chosen one by one to take photos. Most of the time, the man sat in the chair, and the girl sat in his lap. The guys would put their arms around the girls and scoot up close to them. Some of the guys got more hands-on and would cup their hands around the girls’ tits, and some would even put their lips on the side of their tits for the photo. 

Yvette was chosen for a photo pretty quickly, and as she sat on the guy's lap, he motioned towards her shirt. I could see the hesitation on her face as she took the shirt off and dropped it behind them. The man put his arm around her and pulled her close, resting his head on her chest. She gave a forced smile as the camera clicked. The man thanked her and slipped her some cash as he walked away. The next man also wanted a photo with her and sat down. I hesitate to call him a man, as he looked about fifteen. 

He must be a high school senior, I figured, probably eighteen. The boy smiled big as he sat close to Yvette, and the photo was taken. Another girl was chosen, and Yvette stood back with the other girls. She was just standing casually, talking to them as they all waited. She must’ve given up on trying to cover up, because the shirt was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, her turn came again, but this time the man wanted a different pose. The man wanted her to sit on his lap with her legs spread. Of course, he wanted her to take off the thong. After what looked like some tense negotiations, she sat on his lap and spread her legs wide. She then reached down and pulled the thong to one side, fully exposing her gorgeous pussy for the camera. She smiled as the photo was taken, but quickly pulled her thong back in place afterward. 

The rest of the girls were standing there fully nude, with Yvette being the only one wearing anything. Once the first guy got a picture with her pussy showing, everyone else wanted her that way in their photos. Yvette soon relented and remained nude while waiting for her turn, although she tried to stand behind the other girls as much as she could. I even decided to have a photo taken with her, you know, for. posterity. 

Photo time ended, and Yvette got dressed and returned to our table. She looked nervous, but still in a generally good mood. She hadn't taken a lot of photos, but I was pretty sure it was enough. Also, I didn't see any of the group getting a photo, and she didn't mention that she had even seen them. I figured I would wait until we were out of there to let her know.

As we were walking out and almost to the door, she grasped my hand tightly and practically dragged me out the door. “Oh my God,” she said breathlessly. “They were there!” I feigned ignorance, and she proceeded to remind me of the guys she had told me about. “Were they here the whole time. Did they see me out there?” I decided to tell her the truth: that they got there before she had started dancing and saw it all.

Yvette got a very concerned look on her face as she stared straight ahead. “At least they didn't take any pictures with you,” I said, trying to be helpful. She just kept staring in silence, and I wasn’t sure exactly what she was feeling. Concern, dread, embarrassment, all possible options, I suppose. “You liked being naked in front of all those men. You looked as if you were enjoying yourself.” I said with more confidence than I felt. 

She squirmed in her seat and turned her head towards the side window. After a few seconds, I heard a faint “Yes.”

“What? I didn't quite hear you.” I said in mild disbelief. 

Yvette turned to face me, but her head was still down. “Yes,” she said a little louder. 

“You've got a great body, and you look awesome naked.” I practically gushed. This made her look up at me. “There’s more to it, though, isn't there? You like being a little slut, don’t you? She gave a small nod as her shoulders slumped. “Say it, say you like being a little slut.”

I wasn't sure what would happen, but she just lifted her head to face me. “Yes, I like being a slut.” She said with a crack in her voice. 

“Then I'm gonna help you be a slut.” I said confidently. “Now get over here and suck my cock, slut. Watching you dance naked has got me all worked up.” A sly smile appeared on her face as she reached over and unzipped my fly. She then leaned over the seat and began dutifully sucking me. As I listened to the soft sucking noises, my mind began to fantasize about the ways to exploit Yvette's inner slut.

Before I knew it, and much too soon, I came hard in her mouth. I heard her gulping down my semen, and I reflexively moved my hips up to force myself deeper into her mouth. I came so hard that I almost fainted, and I collapsed back into my seat, shaking. Yvette held me in her hot mouth a little longer, moving her lips up and down my shaft, slowly milking every drop. 

After I had regained my senses, I turned to her. “I'm gonna help you,” I said confidently. She gave me a puzzled look. “I'm gonna help you explore your slutty side, but on one condition.“ The puzzled look on her face had turned to outright confusion. “I'm going to set up some things for you, and the condition is, you have to do whatever I say. No matter what, you can't refuse anything I tell you to do.”

I waited for a reaction from her, and it took a while. She raised her head and looked at me, and said a simple “Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” I said with authority. 

“Yes, I'll do anything you say, Master.” She said. Her use of the word master threw me for a second, but I recovered. 

“Good,” I said menacingly. “You're gonna be the dirtiest slut around. We are gonna find your limits and then push right past them.” This got a look of concern from her, but she held her head up. “This is gonna be fun,” I said as we drove away.