Kelly becomes the show.

You and your new friend Kelli sit coupled together on the small chair in the middle of the small cubicle. You both watch Kelly extricate herself from between your fornicating bodies and get to her still high-heeled feet. She looks a little wobbly as she steps to the door and reaches to unlatch the door and open it.

All three of you see the furious face of a rotund, balding man poke inside the door opening. The short, fat man's cigar seems to dangle precariously on his bottom lip as he begins to launch into a tirade.

"What do you think you are doing in here? You know this is against the rules!" the dark haired man roars, his stubby arms moving in circles as he excitedly rants. You then realize he is directing his invectives to Kelly.

Kelly seems just as surprised as you to be talked to like this by this man she doesn't even know. Her pouty mouth opens, and moves, but words just don't seem to come out.

You see a sweaty hand reach out to grab her upper arm and pull her from the room.

"I should can your ass right now, put you out on the street!" he starts yelling to your childhood chum as he pulls the naked blonde into the dimly lit hallway and slams the door.

"But, but, I'm not.." you hear Kelly start to blubber as she realizes she is a victim of mistaken identity, before the door slams shut behind them.

From inside the thin walls of the cubicle, you can hear Kelly isn't being heard over the ranting man. You want to help, but don't want the risk of further trouble.

As the voices move further away, you can still hear the ranting man. "Now get back onstage and stay in there! We got paying customers waiting for you! If we weren't a girl short already tonight, you'd be gone!" you hear him growl. Then a door is slammed, and the shouting stops.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry!" the real stripper tells you as she gets off your lap and grabs her robe. "That was Manny. He runs the place for the owner. About the only time I ever see him is when I pick up my pay. He must've thought Kelly was me!"

"I better go see if she is okay!" you say as you redress and head for the door.

"You better wait. If Manny sees you try and go in there, it won't be pretty. Besides, the stage door can't be accessed from outside without a key," Kelli tells you.

"There is one easy way to see how she's doing!" the peepshow worker says, reaching down for Kelly's small purse and finding the valuable coins.

She inserts the coins into the slot, and, like before, the peep window before us reveals the barren stage, surrounded by other windows. Manny was right. There are customers waiting. Now, almost every booth's window is open.

Then you see your friend. She looks a little lost, wandering nude out onto the raised stage. You realize she is searching for you amongst the open windows. You frantically wave your hands at her.

She finds you, smiles satisfactorily. Then shrugs her shoulders as if to ask, 'What am I to do?'

You try to gesture back, telling her to hold on, you'll come for her as soon as you think the hall is clear.

Kelly nods in understanding, and looks around her. You can only guess at what her wide eyes are seeing in those other cubicles. You see her begin to writhe to the piped in music as she watches the men masturbate to her.

Kelli, the stripper she has ended up replacing, catches her eye. She tries to keep things moving smoothly until Kelly can be rescued by doffing her retrieved robe and showing your friend how to caress her body for her audience.

Kelly keeps the stripper in the corner of one eye as she replicates her moves. After sliding her fingers down from the opposite shoulders, she brings them to her larger breasts, and strokes them lovingly, flicking her nipples to make them stand out like Kelli is doing.

The pretty blonde continues her show, a smile on her face as she notices the effect she is having on the gentlemen surrounding her. She slowly turns on the circular stage, trying to offer everyone an even look as her hands slide down the sides of her ribcage. Her grinding movements become more pronounced. Her full hips swing like a bell as she undulates, the centre of attention.

You watch as Kelli grabs the chair inside the cubicle and sits on it, long legs widespread. Your friend does the same, moving over to it and seating herself saucily in one fluid motion. Kelly continues to follow the stripper's lead, teasingly stroking her labia with her long fingers.

As Kelli watches her protégé twirl the chair to face different windows as she diddles herself, she turns to you.

"I think our girl is alright on her own!" she laughs. You see her eye your tented hard-on. Your dick has been renewed watching Kelly perform in public so lewdly.

"You, on the other hand, look like you could use some help!" she says, reaching out.