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far away to avoid running into anyone I knew.
    Then, one day, my coworker Jim, who had asked me out on several occasions, quizzed me about my extracurricular activities. I guess he wondered why I was never available on the weekends, even though I’m single. I never go out on Friday nights because I have to work on Saturday, and I am always too tired on Sunday to go any-where.
    I avoided Jim’s direct questions as long as I could, but finally admitted that I danced at a club twice a week. He agreed that it could prove quite embarrassing if word of this got around the office, and said he would keep it quiet. I didn’t know what to say, though, when he asked if he could come and watch me dance.
    I hadn’t danced in front of anyone I knew before and I wasn’t sure that I could. I’ve always been shy. I started dancing because I needed the extra money. In the end, I told him it would be okay, mostly because I never thought he would actually drive two hours just to see me dance with my top off.
    That Saturday night was like any other. At eight o’clock, when the club opened, it was still pretty slow. The dancers mostly sit around talking to each other and telling dirty jokes between our sets. My turn on stage was coming up after Tanya. I hate following Tanya. Even though I’m tall, have 36C breasts, long blonde hair and blue eyes, Tanya has much larger breasts than mine, and the guys go wild for her.
    Anyway, I was just sitting at the bar with the other dancers when in walked Jim and two other guys from work!
    They’re used to seeing me in conservative business suits and dresses, with my hair pulled neatly back. I don’t usually wear much makeup either. Now here I was, in full makeup, wearing just an orange G-string and a tank top, with my hair falling over my shoulders in wild disarray to make it look fuller than usual.
    So, not only had Jim shown up, but he’d brought two of his friends with him! Never in my wildest dreams did I think he would come—especially just two days after talking to me about it. I didn’t really know the two guys he was with, but I’d seen them in the halls.
    Jim came over to say hello. “I didn’t think you’d mind if Tom and Scott came,” he said, “They won’t tell anyone.”
    It was bad enough that I had to dance in front of one colleague, but now there were three of them! I didn’t even get a chance to talk to Tom and Scott before it was my turn on stage. I had a quick shot to calm my nerves, and then took my place on the stage just as they announced me. Of course my coworkers sat in the front row. Just my luck. With hardly any customers in the club that early, they had their pick of seats.
    It was pretty nerve-racking to dance in front of people who don’t usually see me without my shirt. I finally worked up the nerve to take my top off during the second song and even got up on Jim’s table and did a little grind in his face. Normally I would have covered my pussy with my hand, but since he was just about the cutest guy I’ve met for a long time, I did a grind in his face without covering up. Then I gave him a “titty facial” for free. Normally, that costs five dollars. Actually, we don’t usually get on the table in front of anyone for less than five dollars.
    Next I had him lie on the stage. Then I straddled his face and bent over him to fake a blowjob in the 69 position, the way we usually do. I put my lips on either side of his penis and slowly moved my head back and forth. It only took a second to notice how hard he already was. After that, he asked if I would do a lap dance for him and asked how much it was. I told him, “Ten, but I don’t think I can do one for you.”
    He bought me a few drinks and soon had me persuaded. We went to the back of the room, where I did a little dance for him and took off my top again. By then, I felt a little more comfortable being undressed in front of him. Even though I just take my top off, the only other thing I have on is a