Could a little girl do *this*?

You blink against the lights, feeling slightly dizzy. Your inner doubts are still desperately trying to get you to stop what you're doing, run away, get far from all these men. But there's no turning back now. As you stand unsteadily on the low stage, the eyes of every man in the bar are on you. You can feel their hungry gaze on the bare skin of your torso, and the heat inside seems to flare with every breath you take. I'm really gonna do this, huh?

What am I supposed to do, exactly?

The music starts playing, and a few of the men clap and whistle. They didn't have anything you were really familiar with in the jukebox, so you'd let Bear pick out the song you would dance to. The opening guitar strum of "Shook Me All Night Long" tingles through your head, and you stand there, unsure of yourself. Right when you start to feel a surge of fear, like maybe you won't be able to do this after all, the drums kick in, and the rhythm guitar begins its steady drive, and the strained vocals of Brian Johnson start telling the story of the woman who rocked his world, and your hips start moving on their own.

You have absolutely no idea what you're doing, but you don't care. The hoots and cheers of your audience push you on, and you let your body move to the music. It doesn't seem to matter what you do. Pumping your arms, stomping your feet, spinning around and swaying your ass back and forth, whatever motion the rock song inspires in you is what you let happen. Your audience responds to all of it, and that starts to create a response in you.

Feeling all their eyes on you, your skin starts to tingle. Hearing their loud and rowdy voices cheering you on creates a delirious confidence inside, like you can do anything. Knowing that Bear is sitting out there, watching you dance, makes you think about the taste of whiskey, and the sweet pain of your hair being pulled, and the feeling of his tongue taking your mouth, and suddenly the only thing you can focus on is the burning, the throbbing, the need between your legs. You have to do more. You have to show Bear, show all these men, that you belong here. That you can handle yourself. That you can take whatever they have to give you.

Rational thoughts are nowhere to be found in your head. You kick off your Vans, and the cheers get louder. As the song ramps up to the guitar solo, you unbutton your jeans, and feel a surge of excitement as your audience whistles and yells out encouragement. Feeling like a rockstar, you push your pants down over your hips, exposing your panties to the room full of strangers. Why couldn't I have worn one of my cute pairs today? The men don't seem to care, though, and you let your pants fall to the stage and kick them off, stumbling slightly as you do. If there's any mocking laughter, you can't hear it in the roar of appreciation that sends you flying into new heights of elation.

I can do this. They fuckin LOVE me. I can do even more. As you dance to the final chorus, clad only in your underwear, you turn away from your audience and pull your panties down enough to expose your ass. Immediately the tone of the cheering changes, and something about it sends a hot thrill through you. You like that, guys? Well guess what? I can do more than that. You bend over, and you know your pussy is peeking out from between your asscheeks. Knowing that everyone in the bar can see it makes that hot, needy throbbing even stronger, and you wonder if they can tell how wet you are. Holy shit when did I get so wet?

I bet it was when Bear pulled my hair.

Fuck I want him to pull my hair again. So much harder.

Distracted by your thoughts, head spinning from the booze, breaths short from the excitement of showing off to all these strangers, you don't notice you've lost your balance until it's too late. Right as the song ends, you tumble forward and land flat on your face, bare ass sticking up in the air. The hungry cheers instantly transform into raucous laughter. Cheeks burning, you scramble to get up, pulling your panties back into place as you do. You snatch up your pants and shoes and half run, half stumble away, chased by a mix of laughter and cheers.

You sit heavily in one of the chairs in the small backstage area and hold your head in your hands. Fuck fuck FUCK why the fuck did I do that? What the fuck was I thinking going up there and dancing like that? And showing everyone my... Your thoughts are interrupted as the door opens, letting in a blast of the next dancer's music. The sound is snuffed out as the door closes, and you look up to see Bear, his large form making the room feel even smaller.

"Not bad, sweetheart. You really had 'em going out there."

His warm, soothing voice makes you feel a little better, but then your eyes go wide as a thought pops into your head. He saw my pussy. He saw how wet it is. Does he know it's because of him? You squeeze your bare legs together and try to give him your best confident grin. "Y-yeah, Bear? You really think so?" FUCK I sound like such a kid!

He smiles and steps closer, and it suddenly gets hard to breathe. "Oh, I know so, sweetheart. In fact, I'll bet dollars to dishrags you get called back for the final showdown. You'll have one more shot to win that prize, and if you can manage to not trip over your panties this time..." His grin sharpens as you shrink into the chair, cheeks burning. "Anyway, think you can handle that? That prize money would make me and the boys real happy."

I want to make him happy. I gotta show him I'm not just a fuckup kid. "Yeah Bear, I... I can handle that. So... I just gotta go up there and dance again?"

Bear takes another step closer. He's standing right over you now, and you have to look straight up to meet his eyes. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and the throbbing between your legs is all you can think about. "Oh you gotta dance, alright, but you'll need to show 'em more than a little peek. You got away with that your first time since you're so fresh, but this is a full skin kinda show." He lets his words sink in. "They want to see what kind of girl you really are. And so do I."

I can show you, Bear. I can do this. "O-ok, Bear. I won't let you down."

He smiles, sending a flood of relief through you, then turns to leave. A sudden, **** thought pops into your head as he turns away from you.

"Wait! Before you go... could I.... have one more Bear shot? F-for luck?"

He turns back to face you, and his grin is joined by that gleam in his eye, the same one you saw back at the bar. Without a word, he pulls a flask from a pocket of his vest and takes a few deep swigs, holding the last in his mouth. He pockets the flask, and before you realize what's happening he reaches a hand behind your head, grabs a fistful of your hair, and uses it to pull you up to your full height. Your squeal of pain is snuffed out as he forces his mouth over yours, his tongue pushing the whiskey past your lips and staying. You groan as he once again uses your mouth as he pleases, but this time he does something more. His other hand goes down the front of your panties, and one thick, callused finger begins rubbing up and down your slick pussy, pushing between your swollen lips and pressing hard against your throbbing clit. You cling to his vest to keep from falling as your knees give out, his hand in your hair the only other thing supporting your weight.

He finally pulls his mouth away from yours, his finger still working your pussy. "Alright then, sweetheart. Don't let me down. Win me that prize money, and there's lots more where that came from. That's what you want, right?"

You desperately pull in shuddering breaths, the combination of the **** and his hands on you making it impossible to think straight. "Yeah—anh! I... I want that... hanhh... HAnngh... I want that Bear. Mnnnh! I w-won't let you down."

"Good." He pulls his hand out of your panties and releases your hair, allowing you to collapse back into the chair. "Suzie will be here in a sec to give you something to wear." He casually sucks your juices off his thick finger. "See you out there, sweetheart."

You half sit, half lie in the chair, panting heavily. Suzie comes in a moment later and frowns at your condition. "You alright, hon?"

How the fuck do I answer that? You just look up at her, trying to catch your breath.

She shakes her head and sighs. "Well anyway, I'm doing Bear a favor, but goddamn if this ain't the last time. Now, he asked me to give you something more interesting to wear so you have a better shot at the prize tonight. You sure you still wanna dance again?"

There's lots more where that came from. "Y-yeah. Yeah I'm sure."

She raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Alright, lemme give you some advice then. There's two kinds of girls these guys like. They like firecrackers who look like they'll put up a fight, and they like sweet little angels who know how to please. Now, I can't really figure you out. You're young enough I feel like the little angel routine is a natural fit, but your hair says 'firecracker'. I got a couple outfits that look like they'll fit ya, depending on what kinda girl you want to be up there." The sound of muffled cheering outside announces the end of another dance number. "You'll have to make up your mind, though. Only a few more dancers before the final showdown."