It starts out alright...

You're new to all of this, so for both your own pride and to make sure the show is as high-quality as possible, you're relegated to the background. You're not complaining.

You move around rhythmically with the rest of them, using some of the moves they showed you and incorporating some of your own {if BakeDone == 1}little arm wiggles that you did when you were waiting for the oven to ding.{else}dances that you've seen on TV. The disco finger point thing is among them.{endif} The audience don't seem particularly drawn in by that, but you're having the time of your life. Everything's going well so far, you're in the back, visible but not the focus, and you haven't even needed to take anything off yet! Then the other half of the performers come out onto the stage -- the men. Oh yeah.... they were in the other room. All of them are fully got up in red tuxedos, with black shirts and no ties.

Each sex takes up one side of the stage, and alternates between dancing suggestively at the other, and acting appalled and shocked by the other's dancing. Throughout this, the men take off various parts of their tuxedos, seemingly at each stripper's discretion, until you finally all break this cycle and rush to the middle stage, dancing as one, when the last man is down to his underwear. Well, there's the stripping, and the performance has been going on for a little while, so it's looking like you don't even need to- hey!

Right as you're starting to fill up with hope, you're hit in the side of the head by a renegade bra. Amanda's! She waves at you sheepishly, shimmies her bare chest at you, and then carries on dancing. Uh oh...

Holding the bra in front of you, you can see that all around you now, slowly, the woman are removing their lingerie and the men are removing their boxers. AHH! You quickly shield your eyes! You don't want to know what a penis looks like! You caught a glimpse before you held Amanda's bra up and covered your face. Straight, hard-looking, and longer than the top of your wrist to the end of your middle finger.... you shiver.

Well, you signed up for it, and you're confident and all, but suddenly you don't want to get naked today anymore... to make up for the fact that you're still somewhat clothed, and are covering your eyes with a bra, you dance a lot more extremely -- which for you just means quicker and with a lot more jiggling.

Amanda sees this, and the audience sure does too. She dances across the stage towards you, trying to make it look planned, and snatches her bra out from your hands, before tossing it across the stage. AH! You can see the penises! And the boobies that don't belong to you! And the fact that you're the only one left with any clothing at all....

Amanda dances you into the middle of the stage, trying to point at your chest and groin naturally to remind you that hey, buddy, you've gotta take those off. But you don't wanna! The other dancers have formed a semi circle around you and Amanda, as you dance and jiggle wide-eyed at the naked busty girl trying really hard to get you to strip. Shan't!

Still, the jiggle is annoying you a bit, and you don't have a bra to cover your eyes with anymore, so you put your hands to use cupping the underside of your breasts as you continue to dance.

"OOOOOOH!" The audience lets out. What's that about? And why does Amanda look so angry now?

Hang on... the bustiest stripper before you came here.... now you're not participating, and appear to be showing off your bigger chest.... oh. Oh no! She's not still mad about the card thing, is she?

Amanda dances her way up to you, tears your hands from the undersides of your breasts to hold them up high, and slams her chest into yours. The other dancers aren't sure of what to do, but they go with it, pretending like it was all planned. Amanda's red face and bared teeth would give that fact away, but the audience don't seem to notice, because they're getting pretty into it too.

One, two, three, four more slams against your chest have you feeling dizzy and tired. Your legs fail you, and the only reason you're left standing is because Amanda's holding you up by the wrists. She stops, and you fall to your knees before her in centre stage.

The much taller Amanda, full of anger and damaged pride (and maybe a little lust), does something you didn't know was possible -- she rhythmically strips you naked. Well, naked except for the blank lingerie panties, held tight to you by your kneeling thighs. It's very impressive, and the audience seems to agree as she plants her foot on your bare chest and pushes you onto your back, holding up your bra as if it were the flag of a country after a victorious war. Owie, your chest still hurts a bit...

The lights dim as the audience gives a standing ovation, and the curtains swing to a close. Amanda spits down onto you -- hey, that wasn't necessary -- and storms off to collect her underwear, still tightly clutching your own bra, to leave you on your back, centre-stage, surrounded by a semi-circle of the other strippers and dancers. Hey, those dicks dangling above you didn't get bigger, did they?

***

Sitting alone in the employee area -- well, other people are there, but they're too scared to be seen talking to you now -- you change back into your normal clothes and try to pretend that today didn't happen.