Tails, you win, so Lucy strips

As you reveal a tail, you grin at Lucy, wondering if she will actually go through with this bet. You flick the coin back to the guy who supplied it, and he quickly grabs it from the air and drops it back into the pocket it came from.

“Well Luce?” you question her as you make yourself more comfortable, sliding deeper into your seat, as if making yourself ready for the show that you are about to watch.

“I’m waiting for the right music” your friend lets you know, “this song is crap, can’t strip to something like this.”

“And you’re not just trying to weasel out of the bet then?” you tease her. “Afterall, it was you who started this, you was the one agreed to the striptease, so you really can’t back out now.”

Your teasing seems to drive Lucy to action, and with one smooth movement, she eases herself from her seat and onto her feet. Her sudden movements draws the attention of many of the men in the room, and as she steps towards the centre of the free floor space, those who had not been watching suddenly are, wondering why one of the girls that have joined them is now moving into free space and looking slightly nervous.

“Is she really going to do this?” a voice whispers into your ear, and turning you see that the guy who supplied the coin earlier is now making himself at home right next to you, in fact he is close enough that his knee is brushing softly against yours, and as he leans in to ask his question, his hand also seems to be easing onto your thigh.

“Looks like it” and as you tell him that, you signal for him to look back at Lucy. As he does, he sees your friend has begun her dance, her hands caressing her own body, outlining her curves that are perfectly clear within her tight top and skirt.

“Oh wow” he whistles as he watches, but having turned his attentions back to her, he still has his hand firmly on your thigh just below your skirt. As Lucy gyrates and offers the watching crowd hints of what they are going to see soon, raising the hem of her skirt briefly to show a glimpse of thong, or lifting her top just enough to reveal she is braless, he continues to squeeze and caress your thigh, his fingers brushing occasionally against the base of your skirt.