The striptease continues

"Yeah, so that's about the extent of Ladies Night bar dancing. Did you enjoy it?"

"I definitely did," said Abbie. "But I'm surprised to hear that was all they ever did." She looked at herself. "I mean, why stop now?"

Brad laughed. "Yeah, why stop now!"

"Hey, if you want to keep going, I say keep going," said Wayne.

Clark looked at Abbie. "Are you saying you ..." he couldn't finish the thought.

"Am I saying what, sweet Clark?" Abbie teased. "Go ahead, don't be shy. Ask me."

"Do you want to keep stripping for us here in the bar?"

Abbie nodded. "I do, my friend. I do." Without taking her gaze from Clark, Abbie raised her hands to the top button of her shirt.

"Hang on, there," Wayne interrupted. "Would you mind starting from the bottom?"

Abbie smiled, and danced over in front of Wayne. "Absolutely. And I'm so glad you were specific!"

Wayne laughed. Abbie squatted down in front of him. Her denim skirt rode most of the way up, and her white panties were now visible. Brad leaned over for a better look. Abbie fixed her gaze on Wayne, and fingered the bottom button of her shirt.

"You know," she said teasingly, "Since you have such a specific idea in mind, perhaps you ought to do the buttons."

Wayne sighed. That was definitely more specific, and definitely more appealing. Abbie rested her hands on Wayne's shoulders, and he reached his hands forward. He undid the bottom button, moved his hands up to the next one. As the bottom half of the shirt opened, he admired the soft and pale skin of her stomach, and gently grazed his fingers on her navel.

"Mmm, that feels nice," said Abbie.

He unfastened the next button, leaving only the top one. He pulled his hands back, and Abbie looked at him. She smiled, but didn't speak. Wayne admired the look of her naked torso hidden only by one little button at the top of her shirt. He reached forward again, and undid the final button. Abbie leaned her arms backward, and the shirt slowly fell off her, leaving the top half of her body completely naked.