Amateur Night at the Club

Glynda frowned as she stood outside of a night club. The same place some nights ago she was paraded around naked in a sea of horny men. Just the thought alone made the older woman blush.

She had to pat down her body just to confirm she was in fact wearing clothes, something that seemed to be a rare sight this week. Though instead of common street clothes that she wore for each assignment, Yang had insisted she arrive in her typical Huntress outfit.

She didn’t know why Yang asked her to come here of all places, but her student insisted coming her was the only way to help her with her….problems. Ms. Goodwitch doubted coming here would help, but she owed Ms. Xiao Long a lot, and figured she could humour her student tonight.

The bouncer gave a quick nod to allow her to pass, whether out of fear of a Huntress, or the cleavage her shirt shared she didn’t know, nor didn’t care.

Glynda had barely made it 15 feet inside before she came face to face with a woman wearing nothing but lingerie. The teacher blushed as she stared down.

‘Oh dust, is this what everyone else feels when they see me naked?’ She thought with a small blush. Reaching for her cape she was about to offer it as cover before the woman walked off.

The teacher frowned as she watched her walk off, not running as she herself had done this week.

Before she could think too much her huntsmen training kicked in and her hand whipped up to catch something heading straight for her head.

She uncurled her hands to see a red lacy female garment, one much smaller than her own “A bra?” Glynda said out loud, confused at where it came from. Her question was soon answered as she looked up and was met with the probable owner of the bra dancing in a stage above her.

Glynda could feel her face flush red as she realized she was staring at a strip show. Why did Yang want her to come here!?

“Hey you made it!” The student in question said as she walked past a couple people and came up to her.

“Yang, why did you bring me here?” Glynda asked skipping pleasantries. This bar already made her uncomfortable, and being around a bunch of horny who had probably stripped her naked a few days ago didn’t help either.

“Wellllllllll.” Yang said, rubbing the back of her head nervously.

Glynda frowned as normally her confident and sometimes cocky student was VERY nervous, which meant she was NOT going the like this.

“Ladies and gentlemen, performing next for your viewing pleasure is the lovely Glynda Goodwitch!” A voice boomed over the speaker.

Glynda let out a nervous squeak at the announcement, she was being asked to perform, and by perform he actually meant strip naked. Her nervousness soon turned to anger as she gave one of her most heated glares a teach could give to a student.

“Hear me out okay!” Yang said nervously. “Every night you’ve lost all of your clothes, and winded up naked one way or another.”

“I don’t need reminding.” The teacher said coldly, quickly losing patience.

“What if to break the streak. Heh, get it streak?….Sorry poor joke. What if you lost you lost your clothes on purpose.” Yang explained.

“Continue.” Glynda responded.

“We both can agree you are turned on by being naked in public, maybe psychologically you’ve been self sabotaging these past few days and that’s why you've ended up naked and horny in public. I think by stripping naked on stage and somewhere you’ve been humiliated before you can take your power back.”

Glynda had to admit it was sound reasoning, she couldn’t exactly argue her points. A quick glance at the stage and her mind did wander to a mental image of herself dancing naked to a sea of onlookers, an image made her close her thighs together to stop the arousal from starting. But there was still one problem.

“The announcer just said my name you dolt! If I strip naked on stage everyone will soon know I’m the Bimbo Streaker!” Glynda seethed.

“No they won’t.” Yang said simply, she pointed behind her to a board which had the names of the performers for each time. The older saw her name, and then someone else’s, then her name again, then another, then her name again!

‘Dust how many times does Yang want me to perform!?’ Glynda panicked.

“Did you forget there’s a Glynda Goodwitch convention going on this week? You would be the fifth cosplayer to perform as ‘Glynda Goodwitch’ tonight” Yang explained motioning to some of the other patrons. True to her word Glynda did notice some women with the same button down shirt and skirt as she was currently wearing.

It seemed each reason to not do this was getting smaller, and to perform was getting bigger. The most pressing was her pussy was getting wet at the mental image of her on stage.

The crowd started to get annoyed at the delay, and soon she felt herself getting pushed toward the stage by Yang.

“Bu-, but I don’t know how to dance!” Glynda argued.

“Trust me teach, it won’t be the dancing that everyone will be watching. It’ll be those big ol titties of yours.” Yang gave a big slap to her rear end making Glynda stumbled onto the steps of the stage.

The spotlights shown on the woman, a pit formed in her stomach as she saw the size of the crowd staring at her, even with a few other shows going on right now.

After a few moments the crowd started to whisper amongst themselves dissatisfied that she wasn't moving. The older woman thought hard to the last time she ever danced, and tried to replicate it as best as she could. It seemed the crowd wasn't satisfied as the whispering grew louder and harsher.

"What is this? The Hockey Pokey? What's she doing?"

"This is why I don't like amateur night, woman don't know how to perform."

Glynda stopped moving at the harsh attention being sent her way. 'Dust, this was a mistake. I should go.'

"Who does she think she is? Just because she has nice tits she think she can act like the Bimbo Streaker!?" a high pitched male voice shouted.

"I'd pay pay good money to see the Streaker, she would mop the floor with this old hag!"

"The Bimbo Streaker is a goddess compared to this dud on stage."

Glynda curled her fist in anger as she stopped moving. She IS the Bimbo Streaker, those are her tits they're complimenting, and it's her body that is the figure of a goddess!

Whether out of pride, being insulted, or simply viewing it as a challenge, Glynda's eyes narrowed in concentration, she would put on a show they would never forget.

Now dancing involved rhythm, she could do rhythm, fighting as a Huntress was like a dance per say, moving in motion against an opponent. The pole bar on stage was foreign to her though. Look at the stages around her she saw what the other performs were doing and tried to mimic them as best as she could.

Grabbing the pole with one hand she started circling the stage, she used her other hand to run it up her side, feeling her body. The crowd hollered as she reached her skirt and gave a small squeeze to her butt cheek.

Glynda's confidence started to grow as the crowd responded positively to that, but she knew this wasn't just about dancing, this was a strip show.

Bringing her hand up her body she reached for her cape, with a hard tug it clipped off of her, but now she had it in her hand and was unsure on what to do. Remembering the bra that was thrown at her earlier she threw the cape towards the crowd.

'More, they want me to take off more' Glynda thought staring at the eager crowd. She turned her back to the crowd and bent over at the waist, eliciting a cheer at her rear in a tight skirt. She quickly untied her boots and kicked them off. Soon her pantyhose came off as well leaving her legs bare.

Soon the crowd was hollering and cheering, feeling encouraged Glynda playfully wiggled her butt. She pulled herself upright and hugged the pole. The cool metal touching her cleavage sent shivers down her body. The teacher bit her lip as she felt her core pushing onto the pole, she wanted to feel more but there were a lot of clothes in the way. She reached down and started undoing the buttons on her skirt. Once the last one was undone the garment pooled by her feet, the crowd erupting as more of her bare legs were exposed.

She turned to face the crowd as she bent down to pick it up. Purposely giving the patrons and eyeful of her cleavage. The ones behind her her were lucky enough to see her purple panties poke out past her dress shirt. Figuring she let the crowd have enough Glynda went to stand up but felt a tug, glancing over she her shirt snag on a loose nail on the floor. Smirking to herself she used it as an opportunity to pull and watched as her shirt ripped in two as she stood up.

'Dust I'm standing in front of everyone in only my bra and panties.'

The older woman felt her face flush red as the spotlight shown brightly at her. Everyone in the bar now had a clear view of her in her purple underwear. Her chest heaved up and down from her heart racing. Normally this would terrify her, but instead she liked this, she really liked it. It was like a switch was flipped in her mind.

She sensually moved all around the stage, hands on her hips, making sure everyone was getting a good look at her.

She knew the audience was in anticipation of what she was going to take off next. the older woman had a sly smile on her face as her hands played with her purple bra straps, eliciting a cheer, but quickly turned in groaning as Glynda shook her head playfully and let go. While most performers removed their bras first, her moniker 'Bimbo Streaker' was famous for her well endowed chest. She would save that for last.

Her hands reached the waistband of her panties, she playfully fiddled with them with them, giving the audience the smallest of teases of her bald mound. Before starting their journey down, she bent down so her hanging breasts blocked any view of her pussy.

The huntress stood up fully, a hand cupping her pussy, a quick squeeze confirmed she was turned on. She turned toward the metal pole and hugged it, her lower lips wrapping themselves around it. The blonde moaned out loud as she grinned her pelvic up and down coating it in her juices.

The older woman wanted to continue, but she still had a bra on to take off, much more to show as she let go of the metal pole.

The huntress had a sly smile on her face as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She brought both arms out of the straps, with only her hand's holding her garment.

The crowd eagerly leaned in, **** to see the breasts that gave the woman the moniker ‘Bimbo Streaker’. But as the second ticked on and Glynda made no move to remove her bra the crowd started getting antsy. Wanting to delay the reveal the older woman walked over to inside of the stage and pressed her hand to her ear, communicating them to cheer. The crowd to her right roared in cheer at the chance. Satisfied she moved onto to the other side, and did the same thing. The side with Yang cheered even louder, with the girl in question whistling to see them puppies. Glynda gave a small chuckle at the obvious winner. Turning her back to the ‘losing’ side, she grabbed the bra with both hands and flung her arms up in the arm. Her tits bouncing in freedom.

The older woman couldn’t believe she was now standing butt naked in front of hundreds of people, yet instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt good. She wanted more.

Palming the underside of both breasts she gave them a jiggle, causing them to bounce. Not wanting the other side to feel left out she turned around and started shaking her breasts onto the other side of the stage. At some point all she was doing was hopping, that alone was enough to cause the crowd to go wild as her knockers bounced up and down.

Glynda was getting excited, she wanted to do more! Glancing at the girls also performing she saw them with their hands on their knees mooning the audience as their butt cheeks jiggled. She’d never tried that but what better time than to start now?

She was just about to start twerking before the song finished, a cue that her performance was over. Glynda felt disappointment, she was really enjoying her time on stage surprisingly.

In just a few minutes, she was a dressed up woman who was nervous walking on stage, to a beautiful lady walking with her head up high, as her tits bounced with each step down, and her shaven jewel in plain view as she walked off that stage naked as the day she was born.

The crowd cheered as she passed by, clearly loving the performance she gave. Glynda loved it and she was still incredibly horny walking by so many onlookers as they stared at her naked body passing by.

“That was incredible!” Yang shouted as she ran up to her. “Who knew an old teacher had moves like that.” She finished wagging her eyebrows.

“I did go to clubs before Ms. Xiao Long, I do know how to move my body.” Glynda said raising her arms to her side before she shook her breasts wildly side to side to emphasis her points, much to the whistles and cheers from people around them.

“You seem very enthusiastic, seemed you could go on that stage forever.” Yang laughed enjoying the bouncing sight.

Glynda giggled, it was true, a spark had been lit, she had all this energy and lust filled inside of her. Her pussy ached, she needed a good fucking, if it wasn’t for the little self control she had, she’d jump on the table and spread her legs wide for any welcoming man with a cock.

"Do you want to head out now that you got your desires out of your system?" Yang asked.

The older huntress thought about it, going on that stage was so much fun, going back to Beacon felt a bit disappointing.

"Now up next, Glynda Goodwitch!" The DJ announced.

Glynda looked over and to her horror, saw the fun house version of herself walking by, the same woman she met going to that dust awful convention.

Not even thinking her bare feet brought her onto the stage steps, the same one the fun house version of her was going to.

"Hey! Great show, I'll try to do my be-" The shorter fatter woman yelped in surprise as Glynda shoved past her and walked back on stage, much to the glee of the crowd for a repeat performance.

Yang chuckled as she watched her combat teacher strut her naked stuff on stage. It seemed her plan worked and Glynda Goodwitch was back to her old confident self, but with a new kink in her arsenal.

"No point in wasting a good show." Yang said gleefully as she took a front row seat, giving herself a fabulous view of her teachers butt cheeks bouncing as she was twerking right in front of her.