More on-stage fun

Mary looked around, arms pressed tightly against her boobs, far too overwhelmed to think about the impression she was giving. As far as she was concerned she was trying to keep what little dignity she had.

As far as the rest of the club was concerned, there was a hottie on stage playing coy, acting embarrassed to tease, and all the while just accentuating her important features. Her boobs were pushed up with her arm held across them, and there was no hiding her ass.

The hand covering her pussy, meanwhile, served as bait. Any time they reached in to tip her, she’d squeal and try to slap futilely at their hands, as if embarrassed by having dollars slipped into her panties.

And every time she did, each tip rewarded them with a glimpse of her pussy.

Mary blushed, not even pretending to dance now, just wriggling on the stage and glancing back nervously and praying she’d be let off at some point.

She looked down, going even redder as she saw just how many tips she’d gotten. How many people had…

She still needed one hand to try and dissuade the hands from getting close. She definitely felt a couple linger on her butt. Awkwardly, she lowered her arm from her boobs to adjust the bills, vainly trying to keep her upper arm over them and failing enough that a humiliating cheer went up at her exposed boobs.

How had it come to this? From superheroine at the Rock of Eternity, the heart of all magic, to naked in a crappy strip joint, where the only modesty she had came from trying to hide her most intimate spot with a few folded dollar bills.

But if she shuffled them forwards enough… Mary whimpered, looking down reminding her of just how utterly exposed she was.

That was… that was nothing. In her head she’d imagined that maybe the string of the panties had been lucky, or the lighting made things less blatant, but no.

There was no getting around the fact that absolutely everyone could see her naked.

She looked back, only to see that the manager had moved away from the door to the back of the stage. Eyes widening, Mary staggered back, turned, and too **** to worry about again showing off her butt, sprinted as fast as she could off stage.

She gasped in relief, crying, as she made it into the relative privacy of the back. Panting, she looked around.

Where were her clothes? They were all she needed, then hopefully she’d be let out of this awful place.

“Can’t dance for shit, but body makes up for it,” the man said. “Keep the tips.”

Mary squealed, suddenly noticing him approach, and suddenly very reminded that she was still naked. She slapped her arms over herself, shaking.

“Is it over?” she whimpered.