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 put her hands behind her to reach for her bra clasp.

"Hang on there," Wayne interrupted. "Would you mind doing the shoulders first?"

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 hem of her bra.

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

Wayne sighed. That was definitely more specific, and definitely more appealing. Abbie leaned toward him, and he reached a hand up to her right shoulder. He traced the line of material that made up the strap, and tucked his finger underneath it. With his finger between the strap and her skin, he ran his hand up and down, feeling both the cotton of the strap and the smooth skin of her shoulder.

"Mmm, that feels nice," said Abbie.

He pulled the strap down off her shoulder, where it hung limply. He went to the other side, and did the same. As the straps fell off her, the bra cups became a little looser, but not enough to see anything yet.

Abbie turned over her shoulder to Nate. "Nate, I don't know if I can reach this on my own." Of course she could, but she said it anyway.

"Would you like me to help you?" he replied.

She smiled. "Yes, please."

Nate reached forward and took the back strap of her bra, unclasping it. Abbie held the cups of the bra to her breasts for a moment, but then moved her hands away. The bra hung loosely on her chest, the back open, and the straps slowly falling down her arms. She shifted her body, the bra fell further down, and as it let go of her body, she did nothing to stop it, nothing to hide. Finally gravity did its job, and the bra fell to the bar, leaving the top half of her body completely naked.