Puttin' On the Ritz

The lights went down and all eyes shifted to the stage. Taco’s 1982 chart topping cover emitted from the sound system. A spotlight finally illuminated the model, back turned tapping her heels to the beat. The starlet’s outfit demanded attention. A long-tailed tuxedo jacket in white sequin, with matching white top hat, she turned to reveal beautiful bare legs leading all the way up to a black lace teddy. A red bowtie completed the outfit, giving a pop of color and drawing attention to her full lips with matching red lipstick.

The dancer provoked hoots and hollers, strutting around the stage to the beat in her provocative outfit. She squatted down near the front row and beckoned with her finger, inciting one of the regulars to slip a tenner into her jacket pocket. She blew the man a kiss & stood back up, dropped the jacket to the stage and kicking it to the back. Turning her back again to the crowd, the thong nature of her teddy was revealed, two round cheeks completely on display. Bending at the waist, she ran her hands down the length of her right leg, stopping when she reached the strap of her heal and giving a tantalizing booty wiggle before turning her head back to the audience with a wink.

No Fucking Way! The two women looked back and forth between one another and the stage. Fumbling with their phones **** to capture this moment for posterity, they were in disbelief. Could their old college “pal” really be working as a stripper? Gilbert had no doubts as he drank in the sight before him, he’d recognize those legs anywhere. Day after day he’d drooled over them as they rose up stopping at the hem of a conservative business skirt, but not this time, rising up unencumbered to their full glory.

20 pound notes littered the stage as the dance continued. The performer drawing a roar from the crowd when she turned her back once more, this time removing the straps from her shoulders and with a little wiggle letting her teddy fall to the floor. Turning back around with one a hand clamped over her groin, and an arm across her breasts. Now garbed in only a top hat, heals and her bright bowtie, the stripper wagged a finger on her free hand, as if to stay “Uh uh uh, not yet boys.”.

Hiroki leaned forward in his chair; it was her! The bitchy boss that had made his life a living hell was shaking her thing on stage at a strip club! Oh, how the mighty had fallen! Hiroki vacated his corner, this he had to get a closer look at, finding seat nearer the stage.

After a few 100 pound notes were tossed in her direction, Debbi donned a big smile, whipping her hands to the side and finally exposing all her feminine jewels to the wanting crowed. Jackie & Sarah were dying of laughter when their daft college mate started doing jazz hands and pelvic thrusts as she hopped towards the front of the stage. Reaching her destination & dropping to her knees, moving sensually to the music.

“I Fucking Knew It!” Max screamed in his head, barely able to contain himself from an audible outburst. This hypocritical slut! He always knew she was a freak under those elegant business suits. She had gotten him fired, and now here was her bald pussy just inches from his face! Max reached up and grabbed at a tit before quickly being tossed by security, apparently still not having learned to keep his hands to himself.

While Debbi continued to prance around the stage in her birthday suit, Diane captured every moment. A successful debut, she thought, this is where dopy Debbi belongs! And she had the proof!