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The music started and Derek looked up to the stage, the exotic dancer the mates had secured wasn’t half bad, she had come in some kind of secretary costume or some kind of snooty little corporate chick, and that was a fun twist. But what he and the rest of the male patrons were interested in, is what laid beneath that business suit. Derek couldn’t help but think there was something familiar about this stripper, but he couldn’t know her. His wife wouldn’t exactly allow him to be some sort of strip club enthusiast, this stag party for his mate was a rare exception.

As Derek studied the face beneath the red bob, suddenly it hit him, the stripper bore a striking resemblance to his wife’s boss Debbi! Derek grew excited, while he usually preferred his women a fair bit busty-er, the stripper’s resemblance to someone he knew offered a renewed interest in her show.

At a corner table Debbi’s lecherous old neighbor Alvin sat nursing a drink. He was drowning his sorrows as was his Friday night routine. When the music started the old codger perked up, he hadn’t been aware that a stag party had arranged some special live entertainment right here at his usual watering hole. But when he saw the crimson haired young lady take the stage, he knew he had to move in for a closer look.

Debbi was frozen with fear. “GET ON WITH IT!” Shouted one impatient drunk. Debbi started swaying her hips to the music, and even this small motion drew approval from the crowd. Debbi started getting a little more into it, she was feeling the music, and maybe if she went through the motions, it would all start coming back to her.

With trembling hands she reached up and began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. When the job was finished she let the blouse fall open revealing her black lace bra and drawing a roar from the crowd. It was not “all come back”, and she still felt embarrassed and mortified to be dancing up on stage, wearing so little, in front of all these eager men. She shed the blouse completely and continued dancing, dressed as she was, for a while hoping perhaps that would be enough. But her hopes where dashed by an unsatisfied shout from a familiar looking old man in the crowd “Lose the skirt!”.

Debbi turned her back to the crowd and grabbed the skirts zipper, taking a deep breath. How could she do this every night? Wait, did SHE? Her head was still so foggy, but a she felt duty bound to the waiting audience and it propelled her forward. She lowered the zipper and let the skirt pool at her feet before kicking it off the back of the stage. The crowd was treated for the first time to the amazing unobstructed view of Debbi’s ample bum, her cheeks teasingly poking out from beneath her sheer black lace undies.

Debbi turned back around to face her viewing crowd and resumed her dancing, trying her best to avoid eye contact with any of the many pairs of eyes all staring up at her, feasting on the abundant amounts of bare skin. After a few more minutes of dancing, the song came to an end. Debbi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this terrible ordeal was over. But the men began pounding on the bar and the edges of the stage in unison, chanting “Take It Off! Take It Off! Take It Off!”.

They weren’t about to let her get off that easily. “Come on Kaity (that still didn’t feel right) you are a professional, you can do this!” Debbi thought. With her eyes clamped tightly shut, Debbi reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the stage. A roar of appreciation rang out as the crowd drank in the sight of Debbi’s bare breasts. “Nice tits Bay-Bay!” The old bastard shouted out.

After what felt like an eternity, never once opening her eyes, Debbi clamped her hands to her chest and ran off the back of the stage.