He looked at me doubtfully.
“Are you worried I can’t do it?” I asked.
He brightened. “Not at all. I think you’re going to be great. You’ve got the guts and desire.”
The desire part was totally right. Watching the men arrive and the hungry way they looked in my direction had me hot, wet, and eager.
At midnight, the door was closed. Jason held my hand while he used a mic to make an announcement. A spotlight shone on him while he welcomed everyone and introduced me.
“Gentlemen, I want you to meet Gwendolyn, the girl of your wet dreams.”
The spotlight was on me. Jason lifted my hand as the men gave me a boisterous welcome of whistles, cheers, and shouts. I looked around, smiling.
“Let the games begin!” Jason finished.
He whispered into my ear. “Start with a strip, then go with the flow.”
Right away two men lifted me onto the bar, then stood back. The music changed to a stripper track. A gangbang scene from a porno movie took over the big screen.
On the bar, the spotlight followed me as I began by shimmying and gyrating in an energetic dance. The top of my dress was so open that my boobs were out half the time, and each bend and dip rode my skirt up to my waist, perfect for the occasion. I wasn’t a practiced stripper, but I managed to kick off my heels and untie my top while turning rapidly around. I held the front parts of the dress against my tits as I spun a few more times, then lifted my arms straight up, letting go of the dress.
The skirt part stayed on, clinging to my waist while my bare breasts were celebrated by the men. I was continuously twirling, bending, and dipping to the music, wearing only tiny panties under the dress, as everyone knew by then. When I finally took off the the skirt, the crowd cheered happily.
A little more dancing topless, then I slowly removed my panties, leaving nothing at all.
With the panties held to my face, I did an exaggerated inhale, then lowered them, smiled and licked my lips. I wiped the lacy cloth across my pussy, front to back, slowly pulling them between the tops of my thighs. The crowd nosily acknowledged my slutty moves, very approving.
I spun around and flung the damp panties out to the crowd, dropped down in a split, then onto my back with my legs spread wide, making sure they saw everything my nude body had to offer. Those actions actually made me feel more confident. I put it all out there and the crowd was cheering wildly.
All the heat I had been feeling in anticipation was now exceeded by how I felt in the actual event. I was amazingly hot, my pussy sopping, nipples permanently erect. Every exhibitionist and sexually explosive idea that flashed through my head excited me more. Every lewd suggestion shouted to me from the crowd sounded delicious, made me smile. Nothing was off limits, there were no limits.
I wanted to do everything with every man. Looking at them eagerly watching me, I think they knew that.
One of the closest men was sipping a long neck beer. I motioned to him to hand it over.
I strutted the bar, took a small drink, then began to suck on the bottle, then lick it.