Monday, September 19, 2016

Mountain Weekend part 13 -- Janelle takes off

Me: I can see where that would make you nervous.

J: It really did.  I felt kinda vulnerable suddenly.  Anyway, the guy gives me his business card and writes his cell number on the back.  This was after I told him I'd have to think about it and that I would have to talk to Jill.  See, in my head I'm thinking 'no freakin' way' but I figured it would be better to act like I was considering it... so he wouldn't push the issue any harder.

So, Jill and I both say bye, thanks, later... whatever and walk together across the club. She leaned my way and said, 'He offer you a full-time gig?'  And I said, 'Yeah,' and I just kinda escorted her to the wing behind the DJ booth.  Once we were in a place where we couldn't be seen, sort of the passageway to the locker room, I stopped and Jill said, 'Hey, I guess we were a little too good at this, huh?'

I just said to her, 'I wanna get outta here. But if we just blow out right after talking to those two it will look bad so I'm thinking... we just keep dancing 'til 1:30 or so, maybe earlier if the crowd starts to thin out, and then we change clothes and bolt for the hotel.  We definitely don't want to be here at closing time.'  

Jill agreed but she didn't seem as skeezed out by the sit-down with the boss guys.  We went back out into the club.  I table danced at about six or seven stops, maybe more, and Jill went off doing her wild thing. At some point I noticed there were finally some empty seats, the energy in the place was subsiding, so I found Jill, caught her eye, and signaled that I was going to the locker room.  I was nearly dressed when Jill got back. Ten minutes later we were in the car heading to the hotel.

Me: Did you ever hear from those two?

J: Oh yeah.  The next afternoon. When we got back to the hotel that night, well Saturday morning really, we counted out all the cash.  We had about twelve hundred dollars between us and that was after we had left almost a hundred in tips for the DJ and waitresses.  We both showered and fell asleep.   Got up about noon.  It was Saturday and we weren't flying until Monday morning. We decided we'd ski on Sunday one last time but just hang out Saturday.

At this point Janelle and I were already back on the trail heading up to where we had left the car. It was warm in the sun and the climb was a bit strenuous. Except when we met other people coming down the trail Janelle continued with the story.

J: The first call I got, actually, was from the club manager, Rick.  They had both of our cell numbers from the forms we filled in-- home addresses too for that matter.  Jill and I had just finished getting lunch and were walking out of the restaurant with a plan to walk around town, shopping and stuff, when my phone rang.  It was Rick thanking us for participating and congratulating us on winning prizes.  It was all a nice, friendly conversation.  Then it seemed like there was something he wanted to talk about but wasn't getting to.  I thought for a brief moment he was going to ask me out or some crazy thing but then he says, 'I understand you two talked to my boss and his friend last night.'

I told him we had and he goes on to say that they told him that Jill had seemed excited about working for them but that I seemed reluctant so he wondered if there was anything he could do or say to help.  I was really worried about blurting out, 'No! I'm not doing that'... at least while I was still in town and they knew our hotel and had our cell numbers. I didn't feel like we were in danger or anything, I just didn't want a confrontation.  Better to just get out of town without committing to anything. 

So I just talked about how I had a really good job back home, how I had only danced for the adventure of it, it wasn't a career choice, but it had been more fun than I expected, and I was flattered they all thought I could do well at it... blah, blah, blah.  Everything was amiable.  He said, 'Well, I'm sure you'll hear from them again this weekend.  I hope you'll tell them that I tried to sell you on it.'  I laughed and said, 'I'll let them know, Rick. You and your people were really great. Y'all made it really fun.'

Then he said, before hanging up, 'You know, Janelle, if you two want to take vacation together out West this Spring let me know. I can put you in the best club in Denver.  You'd work, say, four nights, from 8PM to closing and make enough for your airfare and a nice suite at the Brown Palace for a week. Probably shopping money on top of that.'

I laughed and said I'd keep that in mind.  When I told Jill she said, 'Yeah, the guy I talked to last night, when I told him I didn't know if I'd like dancing every night as a job, suggested that we do something like that.  I think he said Phoenix, not Denver, though.'

Me:  But the club owner called too, right?

J: Yeah.  That evening.  I kept putting him off without saying the word 'No.'  He invited us out to a club for drinks and I told him we were skiing early the next morning and begged off.

We skied Sunday and flew out Monday morning.  Everywhere we went I thought I saw guys looking at us differently but nobody approached me about having seen us at the club. Back home I got a couple phone calls from the club owner and Rick but never succumbed to the pressure to strip again.

Me: Amazing story, Janelle.  Do you know if Jill ever tried it again?

J: Well, she never told me if she did.  I suspected though that she went down to Atlanta and did an amateur night gig.  But that was just a suspicion based on some evidence.  Anyway, she's married and moved back to Georgia and we've fallen out of touch the past few years.

When we got back to the car Janelle wanted me to drive with the top up until the A/C cooled her off from the hike.  We decided on where to have lunch and I got us there in about 45 minutes.  We talked about a lot of stuff other than her story. We got to the restaurant and were seated outdoors.  The lunch rush was over and nobody was seated near us.  While we waited for our orders to come out Janelle went to the restroom.  When I saw her walking back to the table, still in her hiking clothes but freshened up, I was struck again by how attractive she looked to me.

As we ate Janelle said, "How much of what I told at the waterfall do you think is true, Wil?"

I sat back, thought for a moment and said, "I think that the basic story is true.  I think that anything that happened over ten years ago can get a little warped in the telling, some details can be off, but  basically, you and your friend did all that. So, yeah, I don't think you just made it up out of thin air. Not at all.

She smiled. 

"One part bothers me though. It isn't crucial to the story but it doesn't fit neatly for me."

"So you think I made part of it up?  Or, embellished it?" 

"Put it this way, back when I was a kid, back when news reporters used to care about getting the facts of a story correct they would concentrate on the Five Ws: Who, What, Where, When, and Why.  I think in your story the 'Who' was correct-- you and Jill.  The 'What' was accurate-- amateur night at an out-of-town strip club.  And, the 'When' I think was within a few years of the date.  Maybe you were 24 not 27... no big deal. But what I think you changed, and I don't know why you did, was the 'Where'.

Janelle grinned. I took that smile as a tell that I was on to something.
She said, "Why do you think it didn't happen where I told you it did?"

"Because, those ski resort areas can't handle really big clubs like what you described. They're too remote.  You can only find 'Gentlemen's Clubs' like that in the bigger metro areas. So, I'm thinking you were in Denver or maybe not in the Rockies at all, maybe Atlanta, Dallas, Houston, or even Orlando."

"Damn, Mr. Wilson."

Janelle just sat back grinning and shaking her head slowly.

I continued, "Anyway, it doesn't really matter where it happened. What I want you to tell me is why you wanted to tell me about it.  You said you've never told anyone before. So, why me? I really want you to explain that."

After she looked around for a few moments she looked me in the eye and said, "I don't know, I guess I really don't want you to think I'm just a bore. You were around all of those people last night who see me as a boss, an old authority figure. And, you don't even remember me from twenty years ago, I was like wallpaper, but I remember meeting you very well.  You know, I had this crazy crush on you.  You were this big executive from headquarters and I was the new hire...  anyway, I just need you to know there's another side of me. That, yeah, sure, I'm basically a 'good girl', but not always.  I'm not just one thing...

...  see, I'm not totally sure why I need you to know that about me... but it seemed really important to me after we had dinner last night and I didn't come up to your room after.  I was awake for hours second guessing myself."

I smiled at her and said, "You could have just come up last night to show me how bad you are."

She laughed. "I didn't want to look easy. After all, it was just our first date."

"No, when you came over to my table at lunch yesterday, that was our first date.  Then happy hour with your friends was our second date.  So, dinner last night was already our third date. I think we're on our fifth date already.  Anyway, we're both adults. One of us has been an adult as long as the other has been alive. There's nothing wrong, at this point, with 'easy'.  But look at me telling this to an award-winning stripper."

She just smiled and shook her head slowly.

Whatever tension she had seemed to disappear.  It felt to me like we were together.

On our way to the parking lot after lunch I said, "I think you should go to your place, pack a bag, and then move into my suite until Monday morning."

After a few moments she said, "I think I should do that too, but I think you should stay until Tuesday morning and I'll skip work Monday."

"Wow, three nights!  You are a naughty girl."


Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Weekend in the mountains part 12-- The prize

Note: The first part of Janelle's story about the amateur strip contest was published back on August 28th.  If you're starting here you might want to go back to the beginning and get the full flavor of the piece.  Just an idea, your mileage may vary.  No matter what, I hope you have fun with this tale.

J: When I heard Rick start to talk I gathered up my tips, my little black robe, and scurried backstage.  Dixie and I went through our money from two dances while Vixen did her thing out on the stage.  We both had about $100.  Wil, we were so pumped up by the rush of performing to such an enthusiastic...

Me: Horny.

J: Sssshussshhhh... an enthusiastic crowd. And, no lie, the money was exciting too. Plus we knew we were both getting prizes too.  After Vixen came off there was a five minute or so break before we went back onstage for the awards.  Rick did the whole voting routine again and, like before, it just sounded like a three-way tie to me but he awarded Dixie $500, Vixen $250, and I got the $100 prize. Cash, on the spot Baybee!  No funky checks.

Me: For what it's worth, I voted for you.

J: Thanks, silly.  So, we're backstage, cooling off and Rick comes back and tells us how great we were, blah, blah, blah it was their biggest amateur night all ski season and so on.  Then he reminds us that the club is still open for two and a half hours and if we want to table dance it's $10 for two songs and we don't have to split with the house, just tip the waitresses and DJ before we leave.  He also throws in a new wrinkle, that lap dances are $20 for two songs. The last thing he told us was that the VIP Room was off limits to us.  We figured out later that was how he kept his regular dancers happy on amateur night.  The crowd would be huge but only those girls could work the private room.
Anyway, he leaves and Vixen says to us, 'I don't know about you two, but those wild boys are fired up out there and I want some of that easy money!"  And she almost sprints out there.

I told Dixie I was thinking about going back to the hotel.  I was coming down off the adrenaline rush.  Between the two of us we had around $800 already in contest prize money and tips, mostly hers, of course,but together we'd done pretty good. 

Then Jill says, 'Hold on a second, 'Nelle. Let's think this through. We're never going to do this again, probably.  Everybody out there's already seen everything anyway.  Ten dollars to just stand next to a table and dance a couple of dances? I mean, it's not like they can grab you... they're just getting a closer look.  Now. that lap dance thing, I wouldn't even know what to do, but just dancing next to a table? We should at least check it out, right?'

Me: Janelle, we're sitting all alone by a waterfall out here in glorious nature and, well, your story is making me hard.  If you tell me you stayed to table dance, well I...

J: Just settle down, buddy. I told Jill that we should sit backstage for fifteen minutes and if we both wanted to try it after that we would fix our make-up, put on our stuff, and do it.  Frankly, since it was after 11PM, I thought we'd both agree to just head back to the hotel.  But after only ten minutes or so I agreed with her that it was worth a try.  

So, we got freshened up, all dolled up again, and went out past the DJ into the club.  He gave us the double thumbs up and big grin.  That helped because I was almost as scared as before the first time I went on stage.  The first booth we passed that didn't already have a dancer waved us over.  Dixie told them we were going to get a drink but would come right back. He told her that he'd order her any drink she wanted, she turned back to me, told me what he said and I told her, 'Go for it, Hun,' and I went across to the other side of the club while she did her first ever table dance. 

I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I walked walked right by guys who wanted me to dance because I was looking for the cute guys-- like it was a regular club!  Such a dope.  Anyway this table with four guys got my attention, I talked to them and agreed to dance.  The club rule was that during the first song you'd get topless and then during the second song you'd stay topless.  Ten bucks. I ended up staying there for six songs about 20 minutes. Got $30 plus an extra $5 tip and a 7Up. I saw no reason to put my top back on just to take it off again so I went backstage and put the bra in the duffle. I kept the robe on but untied.  Hard yet, Wil?

ME: Um, yeah.  We probably should get back to the hotel.

J:  Shut up, you.  I've never told anybody any of this and I'm going to finish my story.  So sit still, there's lots of weekend left. Anyway, I checked the mirror and then went back out. By the end of the first hour I had over $80 more money. The DJ didn't let any song run much over three minutes so the girls could max out.  I was figuring out the basics of this thing-- basically you danced for about 5 minutes and got ten bucks.  

I ran into Jill around Midnight and she said she was going to try lap dancing. I asked her what you had to do for it to be called a lap dance and she said she thought it just meant that it was OK for the dancer to initiate contact with the guy but it was still not allowed for the guy to initiate.  She said that everybody was asking for lap dances and she was telling them, 'Not 'til after midnight.'  I laughed and said, 'Whatever, Babe. Stay safe.'

I found a security guy and asked him and, basically, Jill had it about right.  It still worried me.  But every table that called me over wanted lap dances!  Just so you know, Wil... I held the line and only did table dances.  Even so, I was in demand, buddy.

Me: No shit, tease.

J: So anyway I got near this one booth-- they were shaped like a "U" and the table for drinks was tiny and moveable-- and there are just two older guys, like late 40s or 50s, not old just older than the average age in the place, well they're at this booth near the back and they're dressed well.  When I got close one of them waved me over.  He asked me to sit for a second and so I sat down at the end of the seat, cross my legs, and try to act normal instead of like an amateur stripper.  He said, 'Hello,' and I told him that they were lucky to have a whole booth to themselves since the club was so packed and he laughed and said they weren't lucky at all, that his buddy there-- he pointed at the other guy-- owned this club and some others.  Then he told me that he also owned several strip clubs too but elsewhere.  Now I was getting a little nervous wondering if these guys were actually Rick's boss.  I mean, I was only comfortable doing this whole crazy thing because I saw Rick and his guys as a protector of sorts.  But he couldn't protect me from his boss and his boss's friend.  That make sense?

Me: Sure.

J: Anyway, eventually he pulls out a hundred and puts it on the table and says, 'Why not get your little blonde friend and come over here and you two can dance together for us.'  I told him I didn't even know where she was and he immediately pointed across the room and said, 'She's right there giving some college boy a lap dance.'  So, I told him we'd be back.  I got to Jill as the song was ending and she was collecting another twenty and told her that a couple of guys want us to dance together for them.  She grins, 'Cool, Belle.'  We start walking across the room and she says, 'Babe, I'm having so much fun!  Do these dudes of yours want lap dances?'  Damn, Wil.  She'd gone native.  It was like she was suddenly a veteran stripper.  I just laughed and shook my head.

When we get to the booth with the two strip club moguls they have us step to the back of the booth and they put the table out in the walkway a bit so it's kind of like we'll have our own little private dancing area in this space.  The guy I talked to introduces us to the guy who, he says, owns the club.  We all chat a bit but the music is too loud to really have a conversation.  Then the club owner leans towards us and says, loud enough for us to hear 'You two were both great out there tonight. Hard to believe you're true amateurs, but my boy Rick swears you are.'  We both nod. 'We don't want to keep you girls away from dancing for the patrons but we'd like the two of you to dance two songs together.  Fifty dollars each.  Just table dances, nothing more.' He held his hands up, palms facing us as if to say, 'No funny stuff.' After the first song we were to switch places so we would each dance one dance close to each guy.

So, of course we dance and I pick up the hundred when we're done with the second song.  We both put our robes on and  Jill sits down next to the club owner and I sit down next to the guy who first called me over.  That guy tells me, 'My friend will be telling her the same thing I'm telling you, Janelle.' Yeah, he knew my real name. Alarm bell goes off in my head.  'We want to offer both of you two work  in our clubs.  We know you're from down south but if you move out here we're sure you'd both clear six figures a year in our clubs. That's a hundred grand, clear, give or take. Got it?' I nodded that I understood what he was saying. I didn't say, 'Hey, I have an accounting degree I think I know what clearing a hundred grand means.' I also didn't tell him he was effing crazy even though I thought he was.  'See, we move the top dancers through six different clubs, the best venues west of the Mississippi, only the best talent, so you'd be guaranteed five days a week and every three to four weeks you'd move to a different club. So you're always a fresh face, ya know.  I'm telling you, you're both big earners, for sure. We'd get you trained up a little bit, of course, but you're both super talented amateurs. Of course, you'd work the VIP rooms where the big money is. Whaddaya say, Janelle?'

Me: Are you kidding me?

J: Scout's honor, Wil.  These guys were pitching us on being full-time strippers.  My heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode.  Plus, I'm totally freaking out because now I just want to get out of there.

to be continued

Friday, September 9, 2016

In the mountains part 11-- Janelle's story

Janelle then told me what happened after the 9 amateurs had all danced their solo dances...

J: Rick, got all nine of us assembled backstage and told us how the next part of the contest would go.  I guess while that was going on the girls who danced for a living were out there working, I only remember that the music kept going. Finally, I guess it was about 10 PM or so when we all came back out on the stage.

Me: Just so I have it pictured right, you all are in your stage clothes...

J: Pictured right?  You really are visually oriented.

Me: Most guys are, I think.

J: Probably true.  But, yeah. we didn't go out topless or anything.  I mean, in my case, and Dixie too I think, we just put our little robes on to cover up. We got in a line across the stage at the widest part.  The DJ played some techno beat thing at a lower volume so Rick could be heard and so he could hear the crowd.  We're all just kinda moving to the beat while he's getting the crowd all revved up and telling them that they would vote and the top three would dance again.  This was the first time I felt kinda, well, not great, about the whole thing.

Me: Why? Because of the competition part of it?

J: No, not really.  The solo dance thing was a rush, you know, it was a performance and I got psyched up for it.  But now we're just up there and it's more like...

Me: A meat market? Slave auction?

J: Well, not as bad as that.  I mean, I didn't run off the stage in tears or anything.  I'm just saying it didn't feel as exciting.  But, it got better.

Me: Oh... good.  Don't let me interrupt.

J: OK, so, we're all just moving to the beat and Rick goes down the line and has each girl step forward one at a time, in the same order that we danced.  And, to me anyway, it sounds like everybody gets a big ovation, cheers, howling, you know, lots of noise. I couldn't really tell much difference up there.  We knew some girls did better than others but the crowd was just really good to everyone.  It was pretty cool, I thought, 'well at least they didn't boo me.'  

So, he gets to the last dancer, Dixie, and when the cheering has died down he steps up front and announces the three girls that will dance for the final prizes.

Me: And?

J: Ha! Don't interrupt.  And the three finalists were, drum roll please Wil : Vixen, Dixie, and... me, Belle.

Me:  Wow! Cool! So the bartender was right, numbers one, seven, and nine.

J: Yep. We all go backstage, everybody's hugging, excited, and even the girls who didn't win are cool.  Then those six girls cleared out.  Some went out to table dance, a couple of them just left I think.  And Rick told us that the order would be reversed so Dixie would go first, then me, then Vixen.  It hit me right then that I had no idea what I was going to do. I didn't have an encore because I really had just winged it the first time through based on the help from the DJ.  I got really worried, like, dry-mouth worried.

Me: Did the DJ come back with suggestions or anything?

J: No! Unfortunately.  Rick said he was going to play this really long techno thing with a big thump so we would all dance to the same basic thing.  He said it was so the votes weren't swayed by the music.  I don't know about that but I guess it made things fair.  He said we'd each be onstage for three and a half minutes and when we heard him start to talk we should pick up our tips and clothes and head off.

Dixie went first, so I got to hear the music we were all using-- it was some Deadmaus stuff I think-- no vocals just a constant beat.  I think that helped me...  having almost four minutes to move to it before I had to go out.  I decided to go out with the robe untied, like I said before, I hadn't put the bra back on, so I thought that by strutting out there the robe would move in the breeze and everything would show.

Me: Hell yeah. Good call.

J: Quiet, you!  When I got to the front I shrugged off the robe and then went to the pole.  I turned away from the front of the stage and grabbed the pole about waist high.  I figured the guys' imagination was my friend and the idea would be like I was grabbing the bed post.  

Me: Holy...

J: So I stood there, first with my feet together, then with my feet about a yard apart, and just kinda worked it.  I ended up at the pole for more than half of my time onstage 'cause it seemed to get a good reaction.

to be continued.


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Weekend in the mountains part 10-- Janelle's strip

J:  After 7:30 the DJ came back and asked each dancer about music.  Some girls had  songs in mind, I didn't.  When he got to me I said, 'not too fast, other than that, I don't know.'  He looked at me and asked me to turn around once.  Then he said, 'I know what's right for you.  Stay in the wing through about 15 seconds of a rumbling intro, I'll be introducing you over that, then when you hear the first big beat... come out really struttin' it.  Strut, don't walk, right to the front of the stage boom-boom-boom, step with the beat. Don't fight the music, go with it.  Then turn and pause, show that backside Belle, then strut away, boom-boom-boom half way to the back.  Let 'em see it in motion.  Then turn and face to the front,  don't go too fast, take your time... and release the top.  The roof will come off when you do.  Don't be shy, don't be timid, you've got the whole damn package, Belle, but you've got to sell it. Pick guys out and look 'em right in the eye.  Don't look over the crowd. Got it?'

Me: Crash course in being a stripper. Do you remember the song?

J: Yeah. Days Gone By by Dirty Vegas.  I'll never forget.

Anyway, by 7:45, whenever the music is low, you can hear lots of crowd noise, there's an energy in the building that you can feel.  Then, just before showtime, Rick comes back where we all are and makes sure everybody knows the lineup and tries to calm everybody down a bit. Then he says, 'I just want all nine of you ladies to know that the club is standing room only tonight... we have guys outside in the freezing cold waiting to get in. If somebody leaves they can pay their money and get in but the fire marshal won't let another man in the place right now.  That's all because of you!  Those guys know that we only showcase the most beautiful amateur talent. There aren't ten dancers tonight because, out of the twenty-five who applied only nine made the grade!'  I'm thinking, 'total BS' but, it was a great pep talk. Really, it helped. 

The first girl went on at 8... from backstage you could hear and feel the music, the DJ and the crowd.  All we could see was a stationery video shot of the stage from a security cam at the rear of the club on this little black and white monitor.  All of us amateurs were studying that little screen.  And when the lead-off dancer, Vixen, appeared the roar from the crowd seemed to shake the building.  Dixie looked at me and said, 'Belle, this just got real!'

We hugged and then just sat down and waited.  As each girl came off the stage we'd talk to them.  Vixen was glowing when she came back. She was really pretty, nice body, and from what we could see on the little screen she knew how to move.

One by one they went out and came back.  Most had an adrenaline rush from it but a couple were so nervous they almost got ill. Finally, when dancer number six went out I did one last mirror check, freshened the lipstick, straightened everything.  Dixie came over and said, 'what did the DJ tell you, Babe?'  
'He said I should strut to the beat, show my ass, and drop my top.'
'Cool baby, you'll rock the house! You won't need it, but good luck!'  

Number six came off stage happy and I moved to the wing, one step away from where the crowd could see me... I heard the rumbling music the DJ told me about and realized he was talking over it, 'Gentlemen, it's time to welcome a very special snow-bunny ski-babe, all the way from way down south, give it up for Belle!!!'  The beat hit and I strutted out.  I got goose bumps from the roar-- it was like a wild, feral scream.  For me!  

Me: Yeah I can imagine how great you looked, Janelle.

J: Bang-bang-bang I strutted the best I could in those big foot in front of the other... exaggerated, ya know, so the caboose really swung.  When I made it to the front of the stage I untied the shorty robe, shrugged it off and just let it fall to the floor.  They went nuts.  I turned and when they saw my ass, Wil, they went wild.  Bang-bang-bang. Back to mid-stage. Turned back around, rocking to the beat. Looked right and held my gaze on one guy.  Then left, looking at a wild man who was howling as I rocked my hips to the beat.  I was trying to remember not to race through it.

Then I looked straight ahead and I put my arms up, twined my wrists around and held my hands together palm to palm.  Then I just kinda wiggled and writhed.  Feet together, knees together and flexed... I moved to that thumping beat. Now the music was louder than the crowd. I understood what the DJ was telling me, promoting anticipation is part of the art.  There's an element of tease to it but you have to know just when the tease gets tedious.  You sense when the room is, uh, eager. So, I brought my hands back down, reached behind my back, unhooked the bra and then, like the robe, just shrugged it off like I didn't give a damn. And I remembered to smile-- that was the toughest part actually. 

 I don't want all of this to sound braggy, Wil, I just want to tell you what really happened, OK?  

Me: You're doing great. It's like I'm there. Drooling.

J: Ha! The DJ was right, there was a big roar as my top fell. 

Me: No kidding. What a shock.

J: I strutted back up to the front of the stage-- boobs bouncing with every step.  I had no idea what to do next but the music was still going so I turned, pulled the panties up over my ass cheeks, then stood in place, flexed my knees like I was going down, all the time rocking to the beat.  Then I covered my ass with the panties again and strutted along the stage to the right and then back across to the left.  It wasn't until then that I realized there was cash all over the edge of the stage.  Ones, Fives even a Twenty.  The DJ started talking, the  signal that my time was almost up so I went along picking up money, my robe, and my bra.

They were cheering like crazy as I motored towards the wing.  Then I stopped and just flat wiggled my ass.  I turned, face front one last time, and bounced on the balls of my feet in those platforms so they knew these titties are all natural, baby, and very, very bouncy. Then I blew a kiss to the room.  As I passed the DJ booth I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.  He mouthed, 'Told ya!' and gave me a thumbs up.

I went off as May went on.  May was a very petite Asian girl, very pretty, and exquisitely groomed.  Plus she had a store-bought rack that was enormous. They roared when they got a look at her. Imagine a 95 lb Asian doll with double D boobs, Wil.

Me: Nope.  I'm just picturing you, "Belle".

J:  Well, Dixie gave me a big hug as I came off.   I told her that it was a lot of fun.  After May came off  Dixie went on and was fantastic.  She had added this long string of fake pearls that a regular dancer had loaned her and she worked the hell out of it. Her body was so gorgeous and fit. The dark green on her white skin, the pearls... really amazing... AC/DC's Highway To Hell.  Yeah, Dixie Jill was killer.

Me:  That is just incredible, Janelle.  What a story.  So, how did the cash prizes go?

to be continued...

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Weekend in the Mountains Part 9-- Janelle's Tale

J: Aw, you don't have to take a cold shower, Hun.  I won't leave you hangin'.

Me: That better mean what I hope it means.

J: Oh, you'll see.  Once we get off this mountain and back into town.  

Let's see, where was I, OK, on the way back to the ski lodge I saw a PetSmart so I zip in, buy a round, black, dog tag and personalize it BELLE in white.  When we get back to the room I fix it all up on the collar. We get some snacks and drinks from the machine and start getting ready for our big debut.  I almost dump the whole dog collar thing as too trashy but Jill, AKA Dixie, talks me into keeping it.  Her argument is that what I'm wearing looks elegant and classy and then the collar puts a little kink in the look and it will pay off in the contest.  I'm not sure because the platforms are already kinky enough but I trust her judgement.

We got our stage clothes on and checked each other out to see if there were any problems.  Everything looked great so we took everything off.  Then we set the alarm for 4 PM and tried to nap.  The idea was that we wouldn't look all tired and worn out at midnight.  About 4 we shower and do our hair and makeup, touch up fingernails and toenails and some other stuff. We figured that under the stage lights we might wash out so we go a little heavier than usual on the makeup, lipstick, all that.  We decide to pack one duffle bag for the two of us with makeup, hairspray, brushes, most of the stage clothes including the big shoes.  Since we want to be out in the club for a while before the contest we wear our little black dresses and non-stripper heels. We'll change into the stage clothes in the club. 

Me: Nervous at this point?

J: Butterflies the size of geese.  Plus I was really hungry-- we decided we should eat almost nothing all day, for some good reason I don't remember.  We get to the club and park where we're supposed to. It's about 6 PM and the parking lot is more than half full already.  I guess guys came straight from work.  Anyway, the security guy is cool and lets us in out of the cold.  He radios the manager and in a minute Rick- I just remembered his name-- is back to greet us.  Everything is just so cool and all the guys working there treat us, and all the other girls, like stars. We leave our stuff in the dressing room, check the mirror, check each other, and then go out into the club.  Rick told us that since we had checked in we didn't have to come backstage until 7:30.  He gave us each a token for a free drink but said, 'don't get drunk... guys will be buying you drinks out there... one or two are OK but more than that is sloppy so be cool, OK?'  He also showed us the lineup of dancers.  There were nine total and Belle was up 7th and Dixie was 9th.  So, we had a long wait ahead of us before hitting the stage.

We went out and I felt like every eyeball in the place was on us.  We worked our way to the back bar and there were a couple of stools together so we sat, perched on these barstools in our short little dresses, legs crossed, high heels dangling all sexy like. Ha!  Dixie told me that we probably looked like hookers.  We each got a white wine-- the bartender was very sweet and poured it in plastic champagne glasses for us.  Real classy.  When we gave him the tokens he said, 'ah, so you two are dancing tonight, cool.'  

Dixie started talking to him about us being complete amateurs and he was very encouraging.  I had remembered to bring a little purse with me so I tipped him a couple ones. He thanked us and then guys started coming up to talk to us.  One after another.  There were dancers working, of course, this whole time.  Stage dancers, table dancers, I was trying to watch this one beautiful girl give a lap dance to a guy in a side booth-- I found out later that's what it was called.  Pretty amazing actually. But this steady stream of guys kept getting in the way of my research..  They all said some version of the same thing and I was too nervous to care plus all I really wanted to do was watch some pros out there so I knew what to do later on.  After refusing about a dozen drinks we finally relented and each of us had a second white wine. It dawned on me that these were the guys who would be voting so I should have been more attentive.  Oh well.

Once, when it got a little quiet between songs, our friendly bartender said, 'When do you two go on?'  I told him that I was 7th and Dixie was 9th and last.  He smiled, 'Rick thinks you two are going to win prizes then,' he said.

I asked what he meant and he said, 'He makes out the lineup.  He always puts someone good first to grab the room's attention.  Then he builds it up from number two to the finish.  So, he figures you are both in the money.  Your main competition will go 1st and 8th probably.'
I acted like I was mad, 'So, Rick thinks Dixie's better than me?'
He laughed, 'Nope. Contrast. You're a dark-haired Wow! and Dixie's a slim, cool blonde.  Watch, I'll bet the 8th dancer is either a redhead or an exotic.'

I asked him what an exotic was and he said, 'Asian, Latina, Black, Indian... you know, not White.'

It was about 7 PM when I grabbed Dixie and told her I needed to go backstage.  I really couldn't take any more of the endless stream of interruption.  After we danced, maybe, but not before.  But, honestly Wil, almost all of the guys seemed really nice.  I was surprised. Nobody grabbed at us.  Nobody said anything really rude.  Well, unless you think that being categorized by hair color, body type, or ethnicity is rude. It didn't bother me because, after all, I was a 'WOW!'

Me: And how.

J:  Backstage we could hear the music really well and also the DJ's patter between songs.  In addition to promoting the dancers that were working their butts off he also kept promoting the amateur strip contest at 8 PM.  He had the list of dancers and probably wouldn't know one of us from the other but he would say, like, 'gentlemen, you'll want to be here tonight when the exciting Dallas hits the stage' or Tiffany or Mercedes or Swan.  When he mentioned Belle and Dixie it was pretty cool.  We knew there were at least thirty guys out there that knew our names from our time at the back bar.  So hearing lots of cheering when our names were mentioned was a little rush.

Anyway, at 7:30 we got into our stage clothes. For me it was...

Me: From the ground up, black platform heels, black lace-top thigh-high stockings, black panties cut high on the hips but covering more than a g-string front and back, a lacy black push-up bra, a black leather-like dog collar with name tag, perfect hair, nails and makeup, and a black satin shorty robe cover-up.

J: Well, you are paying attention!

Me: Damn right.  What about earrings and perfume?

J: Ooooo.  Good catch.  Huge silver hoops on the lobe, silver studs above, and probably Tabu.

to be continued...

Friday, September 2, 2016

Weekend in the mountains-- part 8, Janelle goes on

J: The manager showed us where we needed to park and where the back entrance to the club was and then he walked us to our rental car, and we drove back into town.  I got us about three blocks away and pulled over and stopped the car and we looked at each other and just screamed in unison. 

After we got back on the road Jill pointed out that we needed to figure out what to wear.  Both of us had brought little black dresses and black heels just in case we had a reason to dress up.  The heels could work in a pinch but fumbling with the zipper on a dress didn't seem like a winning stripper strategy.  And, really, we had gotten super competitive about it.  We wanted to win!

Me: You may not believe this, but hearing about the two of you planning your outfits is very interesting.

J: OK. I get it. Cut to the chase.

Me: No! I was serious.

J: Oh. Really?  OK, cool, so Jill remembered the directions to the adult store and we figured we'd go there first and then the mall lingerie store and then, heck, Wal-Mart or wherever and, after dinner, we'd decide what to do.  Then on Friday we'd go out early, buy everything, and have the afternoon to try stuff on and, well, frankly practice some dance moves. I pointed out that I wanted to go to the club early to watch some more girls who stripped for a living-- maybe to find out what works best.

Me: Smart.  Gather information and plan a strategy.

J: Right! So, we get to the adult store and it's pretty sketchy.  There was lots of cheap lingerie and looking through what they had made me start to think we were making a huge mistake.  I would look at some of the stuff, picture me in it, and just feel like crying. But, Jill bucked me up and we went ahead and looked at the shoes they had. Not a huge selection-- bedroom mules with poofy feathery crap and stripper platform heels were about it.  We found platforms that would work but we didn't know yet if we needed black, white, red... so, we headed off for the mall.

At the lingerie store we saw stuff that could work and that we wouldn't mind owning but it was more expensive, by far.  Now we were confronted with the idea of spending $100 or more to, maybe, not win any money.

We were getting tired and frustrated so we decided to get dinner and discuss it.  Jill thought I should wear white as a contrast to my skin and hair color while she leaned towards dark green or black for herself.  My problem with white was that I'd be more likely to wear black if this was stuff good enough to keep and use beyond the contest. I was trying to be practical...

Me: Maybe I didn't want to know that much about the process.  What did you wear?  I'm very visually oriented, you know.  I want to picture you.

J: Ah, so you do have a dirty mind.  I wondered about that.  I like it, perv!  So, after all of the discussion and cold feet and back and forth we sleep on it and Friday morning we're at the mall when they open and Jill gets an adorable dark green, see-through, babydoll and g-string set with a matching shorty robe that just covers her cute little butt.  

Me: And you...?

J: My, you are eager aren't you, Sweetie?  Well, I bought a classy black lace underwire push-up bra, lace top thigh high stockings, in black of course, and not a g-string.  I got black panties cut high on the side instead.  You may not have noticed, but my rear is big and round and a g-string would look silly.  But high cut panties with a little bit more material work better.  Oh, I also got a satiny shorty robe in black.

Me: Sounds really hot, Janelle. And, for the record, your bottom isn't 'big and round' it's 'perfectly round.'

J: Awww... you flatterer.  But, we're not done yet, Mr. Wilson.  We shot over to the adult store.  Jill got a pair of crazy clear Lucite platforms with a clear plastic strap over the instep so she didn't have to color match.  I was going to go with the black high heels I brought but Jill talked me into black platforms.

Me: Nice!

J: Still not done, Babe.  They had this section in the store with accessories... cheap junk mostly... but I found a black collar made to look like a wide leather dog collar with a silver D-ring.  Jill freaked when I found it and said, 'OK, you just won $500, 'Nelle.'  She almost bought a rhinestone collar but didn't. She said that I found the collars so I should be the one to wear one. For all we knew all the other bitches would be wearing one though.

Me: If you want me I'll be over there standing under the cold waterfall.

to be continued...