Heads, you lose so you strip

“You lose” Lucy calls in triumph as you uncover the coin to reveal a head. You look from the coin to your grinning friend, then around you to the men staring at you both. You can tell which ones know what the bet was all about as they are all looking at you with eagerness, knowing what is about to happen. The rest are looking confused, but you can see the word being passed around what is about to happen, as slowly every face is covered by wide smiles.

“Well darling, need a drink before you begin, or you feeling ready for it?” the guy who gave you the coin asks as he plucks it back from your open palm.

“Think I already had enough to drink or I wouldn’t even have agreed to this” you let him know as you ease yourself up to your feet, knowing that there are a dozen pair of hungry eyes focused on you, or thirteen if you include Lucy’s.

“Go girl” she encourages you as she leans back into her seat, squeezing her body between the two men either side of her, “and give it lots of ommpphh” she laughs as you walk to a clear space facing the group.

Slowly you begin to let your body rock in time with the music, glad it’s nothing too frantic. You let your eyes wander across the watching crowd, trying not to think too hard about what you are doing, or what you are about to do. Instead you let your hips sway, beginning to really get into the current song. Your hands go to your waist, running your fingers down over your skirt and down to your bare thighs.

The watching crowd start to give shouts of encouragement as they see you warming to your dance, the shouts gradually going from comments of how hot you look to suggestions of what you should be doing.

“Lift your skirt”, “show us your ass” and “get your tits out” are three you hear clearly and regularly, but you refuse to be rushed as you realise you are starting to really enjoy yourself.

As you let your body move in time with the music, you turn away from the baying men, and to shouts of delight, your hands run seductively over the back of your skirt, outlining the perfectly defined shape of your cheeks. Letting your hands slip lower, you curl the tips around the hem and slowly peel the tight skirt upwards, leaning forward slightly to cause your ass to jut back at the excited watchers.

As you feel the skirt halfway up your ass you move your hands away, leaving them with a view of just the bottom half of your firm cheeks and a teasing glimpse of the thin strip of your thong that is dividing them, much to the disappointment of the men.

Leaning upright again, you are glad your skirt is tight enough to stay there and not slip back down, and you let your body turn slowly, still swaying in time to the music, the latest song playing a slightly faster tempo.

As you turn back to face your audience, you let your hands slide up your hips and then onto your top, and without pausing, they travel upwards, onto your breasts, and cupping them you feel your nipples hard and erect inside your top.

Your hands slip back down your top slowly, and as with your skirt, you rcurl them beneath the hem of the top and slowly and seductively begin to peel it up, revealing your toned stomach, and then to cheers of the watching men, the lower curves of your breasts come into view.