Amateur Pole Stage

Huck ponders for a moment. Finally, he takes Nicole's hand and says "this way, honey."

As they walk they briefly pause in front of a tent that says "Lube Tent." Huck motions for Nicole to look inside. "one of my favorites," he says, "but you're not ready for it yet."

Inside, Nicole sees a crowd gathered around a large pool. In the pool, two glistening women attempt to grapple one another. One still wears both parts of a bikini while the other has her top but is bottomless.

"The objective is to pin or strip the other. Bonus points if both," he laughs.

Nicole feels sheepish watching the two women. "I don't have any wrestling experience."

"Ah, most don't. The key is to stay low." He tugs her hand to keep her moving.

Walking a bit more they pause at another tent. Outside says "Pie Eating Contest." Again, he motions for her to peek inside. "I feel like you need to earn this one."

She was expecting a literal pie-eating contest, but instead, she sees four naked women with legs spread by stirrups. Between their legs men have their faces buried.

"What the hell is this place!"

Huck laughs again. "I already told you," he tugs her hand and they continue until they end at the Amateur Pole Stage. This time, it's exactly what Nicole expected. Women on stripper poles.

"Are we just entertainment for you?" The outburst had been building up inside since they entered the gate. She never imagined a place like this existed. It seemed like the only purpose was to exploit women.

Huck rolls his eyes and then his meaty hand pats Nicole on the head. "Settle down, sweetheart. We've been over this. Some women are the marrying type, some women are the pleasuring type, and a rare few are a mix of both. And men, we're complicated, some of us prefer chaste, holy ladies and some of us want homemaking, what do you Millenials call promiscuous but kept women? Hotwives?"

She scowls. He had explained it before. It still was illogical. And she was pretty sure he wasn't using the hotwife slang properly. "Right, whatever. Can we go to the music stage?"

Huck bellows. "Hell no, my free use slut, we're here so I can show off my future hotwife. No more hiding in your hovel like a slutty troll."

His hand motions toward the side of the stage and the giant "sign-up here to win" sign. "What do you mean?" She knew what he meant.

"Get on the list, babe. You're going to win us $50."

The sign made it clear how the amateur stage worked. Two girls at a time. Three songs. The woman with the most points wins $50. "I'm not stripping."

"Well, all you need to do is get on stage and hope your moves are enough, but the more, um, outgoing the performance typically wins the most points. And I expect you to win." he slaps her ass as if that's enough to inspire her to go sign up.

Nicole had some dance in her background. When she was in high school she'd participate with a boyfriend in swing dance competitions. The two women currently on the stage appeared to be relying mostly on showing off their bodies. It was possible she could tap into her dance experience and show up her competitor by having better moves. Maybe she could get away without removing any clothing.