Yes.

"I could really use that five hundred dollars," Emily muttered to herself. She looked at Marlissa and asked in a soft voice, "Are you going to enter? I don't think I can compete against you."

"No, I am not going up there," Marlissa assured Emily in a motherly tone. "My husband would not allow me." She gave Ryan a knowing look. He gave her a slight nod and a crooked smile -- it was like she read his mind, he was not going to let all the college frat boys and creepy old men leer at his succubus wife.

"I'm going to do it," Emily said with sudden confidence and determination.

Marlissa bent over to give Emily a kiss on the cheek. "You are going to win," she whispered in the brunette's ear as her emerald eyes shone dimly in the dark.

"Thank you," Emily said and gave Marlissa a hug before she waded through the cheering crowd to the DJ booth to register.

Ryan flagged down a waitress wearing a bikini top and microskirt to order some beer and wine. While they waited for their drinks they watched a petite blonde stripper with perky C-cup tits nervously walked around the stage in pink six-inch stiletto platform shoes and twirled clumsily around the dance pole.

"Give it up for college sophomore 'Harmony', guys!" the DJ's voice blared over Britney Spears' Toxic. The crowd whooped and cheered as the amateur stripper carefully walked down the stage steps in her heels.

The men cheered as a brunette with a shoulder-length hair got on stage as Nine Inch Nails' Closer started playing. "And here's 'Lexus'!"

"I think you would easily win amateur night," Ryan shouted over the music. He had watched the amateur strippers strut and twirl around stage and they awkwardly took off their skimpy outfits but they did not arouse him the slightest -- after all, he had sex with a six foot tall redhead succubus with a perfect curvy body with DD-cup tits.

"Thank you, my love," Marlissa whispered in his ear and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "But tonight Emily will win!"

"Would you guys like to drive 'Lexus'?" the DJ joked as the brunette scooped up her bikini top and miniskirt from the stage floor before making her way back to the change room.

Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me started play. "And now gentlemen, we have 'Chastity'!" The audience cheered when Emily made her way up the stage. Emily surprised everyone when she moved around the stage with a dancer's grace, whipping her hair around, gyrating her hips, and spinning around the dance pole. The men roared when she teasingly began to strip off her clothes.

Ryan and Marlissa could see that Emily was no longer the timid girl they met a couple hours earlier. Something had been unleashed in the petite brunette that made her confident about herself, her own body, and her sexuality.

The crowd cheered when Emily slipped off her skintight yoga pants and were even louder when she removed her bra to reveal her large tits. She pranced on stage with just her white panties on. "Take it off!" several men screamed. Emily pretended not to hear them until an older man sitting next to the stage threw down a couple twenty dollar bills. She smiled at the old man as she bent over in front of him, offering a nice close-up view of her dangling tits, and picked up the money. She walked over to the dance pole, hooked her legs around it and twirled as she slipped off her underwear to finally reveal her shaven snatch. The entire club roared. She finished the song by leaping off the pole to do the splits on the stage floor. It was clear who the winner was.

"Give it up for 'Chastity', everyone!" the DJ said while Emily scooped up her clothes and the money from the stage. A bouncer had to escort her back to the change room when some in the audience wanted to grope her as she stepped off the stage.

"She is quite flexible, honey," Marlissa noted with a twinkle in her emerald eyes.

Ryan nodded with a grin.