This is one part of a multi-part story, which will eventually expand into a connected universe of characters and stories. Within these stories I will be exploring themes of exhibitionism, first-time sex, incest, fetishes, bondage/non-consent, toys and masturbation, and most likely others. I will not be warning people about what is in each part of each story in order to avoid spoilers, so consider this your warning. If you like this story, and want to follow my characters’ adventures, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
This part of the story continues directly from the previous one. I would highly recommend beginning with the first part, as it will make much more sense. Enjoy!
All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.
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Friday night
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out to Defloration.”
Tom Browning lived for this part. He loved debuting a brand new eighteen-year-old girl in her first public nude appearance.
He had been the owner of Defloration, the area’s best and only strip club, for over thirty years. And his father had owned it for years before that. He had hosted so many of these parties that he had lost count. It was rare for him to get overly excited about one at his age. But this one was special. Cassadee Ellison was the daughter of Kathleen and Roger Ellison, who were good friends of his. Tom had actually hosted Kathleen’s Coming of Age party after she turned eighteen. It had been one of the best in his long career. And this was sure to rival, if not surpass it.
“It’s a great honor to be hosting this Coming of Age party tonight. I know you have all been waiting patiently for our guest of honor, so I won’t make you wait any longer. You know her as this year’s high school head cheerleader, an all-star track athlete, a trained dancer, and one of the sweetest, most beloved girls in town, Miss Cassadee Ellison!”
‘…Baby One More Time’ by Britney Spears began to play over the sound system and Cassadee pulled the curtain aside and stepped on stage. The roar that greeted her was deafening and almost stopped her in her tracks. As she continued tentatively to the middle of the stage she took in the crowd. Everywhere she looked there were people she knew. Classmates, people from town, and her family right in front of the stage.
She smiled at her mom and dad and they gave her smiles in return. That was what she needed. They were her rock. As nervous as she was to take her clothes off in front of her parents, let alone all of these other people, having them here is what encouraged her to go on.
Her dad gave her a thumbs up and nodded. She smiled again and grabbed the pole. She was going to rock this shit.
Cassadee let her dance training take over and she got in the zone. She engaged the crowd, smiling at people and waving here and there at someone she knew. Her choreography had been all planned out ahead of time and she nailed it. As the end of the song approached, she took a deep breath and told herself to go ahead and give these people what they wanted. She popped the buttons on her shirt, holding it closed until she heard her cue. On the last beat of the song she whipped it open, exposing her little red pushup bra. Her chest heaved as she posed in that position while the crowd cheered and whistled. The energy was electric. She felt like she was high. Taking in the applause, she smiled and glanced once more at her parents who were clapping and whistling. It was then she realized that her brother wasn’t sitting beside them.
What was his problem? She knew he had been more distant lately, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. Especially since he had come home from college a couple weeks ago. He had been sullen and surly, barely interacting with her. It was frustrating because they had always had a close relationship.
It wasn’t like Cassadee was dying for her brother to see her naked, but if he had come, it would have at least shown that he cared about her and wanted to support her. At this point, she didn’t know in what direction their relationship was heading. She had always enjoyed having a close family, and hoped that would continue in the future, but the ball was in his court. If he didn’t care, she couldn’t force him to care. But she couldn’t think about that right now. She had to concentrate on getting through tonight. Maybe she would have a talk with him tomorrow.
The next song started right away. It was ‘True Colors’ by Cyndi Lauper. This was a slow song, so she matched her walk to the tempo of the song. She glided over toward the door to the dressing room and slipped out of her low heels. From there she danced slowly, doing turns around the pole in her bare feet. She leaned her shoulders back and her shirt slipped off one arm and then the other, falling to the floor amid whistles of appreciation. She gracefully moved it out of the urfa escort way with her foot and continued to dance in her bra and skirt. Cassadee reached back and unfastened the bra with a flick of her fingers during an emotional part of the song and went to her knees with her arms crossed, holding the bra against her chest. She closed her eyes and swayed to the music, taking the moment to collect her thoughts. This was happening. She was about to expose her breasts, which had never been seen by anybody outside of home, a locker room, or a doctor’s office. This would be her first step into public nudity and there was no going back.
Slowly, her arms dropped in time to the music. The bra slipped off and fell to the stage in front of her to a roar of appreciation. With her eyes still closed, she ran her trembling hands across her stomach and up to her small breasts, giving them a light squeeze. She ended the move with her arms extended high above her head, her fingers interlocked. She arched her back, sticking her puffy little pink nipples out for everyone to see. Opening her eyes and swaying some more, she once again took in the crowd. Jeff Stewart and his girlfriend Sara Deming were off to her right side, close to the stage. She smiled at them and Sara yelled her name, pumping her fist in the air. This was turning out to be way different than she thought it would be. Her nerves were still there, but they weren’t debilitating. On the contrary, she was actually getting turned on.
Cassadee went to a standing position. She needed to get the skirt off before the end of the song. After doing a couple more turns around the pole, she unfastened her plaid skirt. With her back to the audience, she used the last lingering notes of the song to allow the skirt to slowly and gently slide down, exposing her ass. The crowd again went nuts and it was louder than she thought possible. She smiled to herself as the next song began.
Changing her attitude to match the new song, which was ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’ by Joe Cocker, she strode confidently over to the side of the stage in just her little red thong. The crowd was raucous and loving every second of this. Stu Delavan, one of the local farmers and a family friend, was standing against the left side of the stage smiling and whistling. Cassadee grabbed the brim of his John Deere cap and pulled his face into her breasts. He did a little back and forth ‘motorboat’ movement against her chest. The whiskers of his beard brushed against her nipples and she gasped at the tingle that went straight to her sex. She pushed him back, stole his cap and put it on her head, then walked across the stage.
She felt like someone had taken over her body. Who was this girl who had just thrust her boobs in one of her parents’ friend’s faces? Her adrenaline was off the charts and she could feel a wetness in her panties. How embarrassing. But, at this point, there was nothing she could do but finish her set.
Cassadee danced around and flirted with those closest to the stage. It was that time. She had to lose the thong. She felt light-headed and hoped she wouldn’t faint and make a fool of herself. Walking back over to Stu, she placed the cap back on his head and leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Pull my panties down slowly.” He looked at her through big brown eyes and nodded. She stood back up and turned her back to him, shaking her little white bubble butt. He reached up and gingerly grabbed the sides of her thong. Slowly, he peeled them about halfway down her ass and stopped. She jiggled her ass again, glancing back and nodding at him. He pulled them the rest of the way down over her cheeks. As he drew the thong down her thighs, the gusset of her panties, which had clung to her wet pussy, popped out and he let the panties fall to the floor. The crowd made the loudest noise Cassadee had ever heard. She turned around and gave Stu his reward. Standing there with her panties around her ankles and her wet, puffy labia glistening in the lights, she winked at him and kicked the panties into his lap. “You can keep them,” she mouthed over the raucous din. Stu smiled and wadded them up, stuffing them in the pocket of his plaid button-down shirt. The song was almost over so she worked the pole some more and walked around the edge of the stage, letting everyone see her in her glorious nakedness.
As the song ended, Cassadee struck a pose to a full house of cheers and applause. Everyone began to shower the stage with money. There was so much that it shocked her, and she had to walk over it on her way back to the dressing room door. She sashayed and made sure her butt cheeks wiggled as she exited. Whipping through the curtain, she entered the dressing room to about nine half-dressed dancers standing around the monitor with their jaws hanging down. They screamed and jumped up and down when she came in, giving her topless hugs and congratulating her. Cassadee’s smile reached from ear to ear as she made her way to a chair and plopped down, trying to catch balıkesir escort her breath.
“I fucking knew you would knock this out of the park, girl!” Jessica Gavin, a high school friend, last year’s head cheerleader, and a full-time stripper, shouted. “Now get yourself together and go work the floor!”
Cassadee went into the restroom in the back. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her pale skin was flushed pink with a sheen of sweat. Her chest was heaving from exertion and adrenaline, and her pussy was wet and sticky. Ugh! She sat on the toilet and peed, then opened a pack of disposable wipes and cleaned up her pussy. Standing up, she flushed the toilet, grabbed a towel, and patted her skin dry. Tossing the towel into a bin, she walked out of the restroom and over to her dressing table. After spraying some body spray over herself, including between her legs, she pulled on a pair of white booty shorts and a glittery gold bra.
Now was the time when she was supposed to walk around and greet people, some of whom might ask her for a private dance. Her nerves came back in full force. Dancing was one thing but touching people and grinding on them sexually was something else. And these were people she knew! How could she face them at the grocery store after tonight, knowing that she had not only shown them everything, but crawled around naked on their laps! This was insane. But it was all part of her night. She knew what she was getting into when she signed up for this. She relaxed for a couple more minutes and then worked up the nerve to leave the dressing room.
Cassadee exited through the door to the side of the stage and walked onto the main floor. Everyone’s attention was on Chelsea Thorne, who was currently on the stage dancing topless. But as she walked through the tables their attention was diverted to her. Suddenly there were people grabbing her hand and offering their congratulations. Her face reddened as she thanked them for coming out. Finally, she was able to make her way over to her parents. She sat down in the empty seat that would have been Greg’s, if he had shown up, and her parents both leaned over and hugged her, telling her how proud they were. She teared up a little, soaking in the comfort of her family.
Sam Jameson, one of her fellow track teammates, tapped her on the shoulder and asked, “Are you doing private dances, Cass?”
Cassadee looked like a deer in the headlights. “Umm…yeah, I guess,” she stammered. She glanced back at her dad, who nodded and said, “Go ahead. We’ll talk to you later.”
She grabbed Sam by the hand and led him through the beaded curtain and into the first private room on the right. He sat on the leather couch as she shut the door. “Uh, so…I guess I’m supposed to ask for like…a hundred bucks?” She felt a little bad asking a high school student for that kind of money.
Sam didn’t even flinch, though, as he pulled out his wallet and counted out five $20 bills, handing them to her with a smile. Cassadee had always gotten the feeling that Sam had a crush on her. He wasn’t unattractive, but she just didn’t get that spark from him.
“Oh, OK. Thank you.” She was trembling as she set the cash on a little table. This was so weird.
“It’s OK, Cass. I can tell you’re nervous. It’s not like I’m going to attack you or anything. I’ve just always found you really beautiful. And I know there’s nothing between us. I guess I was just looking forward to this moment to let you know how I felt. You don’t have to worry about me thinking this is something it’s not, though. I’m a realist. Just think of me as a friend who finds you incredibly sexy.”
He gave her a crooked smile that made her feel more at ease and she smiled back. “OK. I guess I should, umm, take these off.” Cassadee modestly turned her back to Sam and unclasped her bra, pulling it off and setting it on the table. Then she pulled her booty shorts down and laid them next to the bra. Taking a deep breath, she faced Sam as a new song began to play out in the main area.
The look on Sam’s face was pure teenage lust. He swallowed and fidgeted in his seat. Cassadee walked over and sat in his lap, grinding her ass into him in time with the music. Sam groaned and she wasn’t sure if it was from her weight or from something else. She turned around and straddled him, pulling his face into her chest and ran a puffy pink nipple over the tip of his nose, across his lips, and onto his chin. When she repeated the motion with her other nipple, Sam parted his lips, and she felt the tip of his tongue lightly flick her nipple. She gasped and pushed him back in his seat.
Standing up, Cassadee danced sexily in front of him for a bit, trying to decide how she felt. She had been taken off guard by what he had done. Was that allowed? Was she offended? Should she end this right now? It was a bold thing to do, for sure. But she couldn’t fault him for going out on a limb and trying it.
Ultimately, the tingles in her vagina trabzon escort decided for her. She wasn’t offended. She was curious to see if he would do something like that again. And she was turned on.
She stepped up on the edge of the couch with her right leg, turning her knee out and giving him a good look at her pussy. She crawled onto his lap as if he were about to spank her. Seeing that he couldn’t take his eyes off her ass, she wiggled it to tease him a little. “You can touch me if you want,” she said nervously. His eyes flicked toward her face and then back to her butt as he gingerly placed his hands on her ass cheek. He squeezed it and then did the same with the other cheek.
Cassadee sat up and straddled him, rubbing her nipples on his face once again. This time she hesitated when her nipple reached his lips. He glanced up at her, but she didn’t pull away, so he parted his lips and gently pulled her nipple into his mouth with his tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned as he suckled on her breast and the tingles in her vulva went crazy. She allowed him to do the same to the other nipple. Both were now a deep pink color and engorged from her excitement.
She stepped onto the couch with her feet on either side of him and stood. Her pussy was level with his face. She held his head and swiveled her hips, allowing her sex to come dangerously close to his face. Each time her pussy passed in front of his nose, he breathed in. This was intoxicating. She had never known the feeling of pure power over another person, but she had this boy in her thrall. She moved herself closer still, stopping with her clit directly in front of his mouth. On cue, his tongue snaked out and slid between her lips, flicking over her little bud.
Cassadee came back to her senses and quickly pulled away. She hopped down off the couch just as the song ended and stared at him. Her face was a deep crimson. “I guess that’s the end,” she said breathlessly as she hastily pulled her clothes back on.
“Yeah,” he sighed, wishing he had more money. “Thank you, Cass. You’re amazing.”
She smiled and took his hand and pulled him off the couch. She thanked him with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. They walked out into the main room and she said, “I guess I’ll see you at school.”
He nodded and walked toward the exit door. Cassadee hadn’t even made it back to her parents when Lester Camden, a town police officer, asked if she would take him to a private room. She nervously agreed and pulled him back into the room she had just left.
Lester was a very large, muscular black man whose hand engulfed her own. After he sat on the couch, she fidgeted in front of him and said, “Hi, Officer Camden.”
He chuckled at her shyness. “Relax, Cassadee. I’m not going to arrest you. This is all perfectly legal. And call me Lester. How much are you asking for a dance?”
“Umm, you’re only my second one, but I was told to ask for a hundred.”
Lester opened his wallet and pulled out two crisp $100 bills, laying them on the end table, saying nothing.
Cassadee didn’t know if he was wanting a dance that lasted for two songs in a row or if he was expecting something else, but she was too nervous to ask so she quickly discarded her clothing and began dancing in front of him. Tentatively, she climbed on his lap and turned this way and that, wiggling and writhing. His cologne was strong, but nice, and his smile was warm. As she was wriggling in his lap, she thought he might be getting aroused, so she nonchalantly brushed her hand across his lap as she was switching positions. There was no doubt. He was definitely aroused. Cassadee was impressed…and a little frightened.
Just as the second song was beginning, she faced him and squatted on his lap, sitting back and opening herself up. She reached her hands around the back of his large neck for leverage and began to slowly grind on his crotch. His smile disappeared and he grabbed both of her ass cheeks and pulled her hard into the massive bulge in his pants. She was worried that she might be losing control of this situation.
With each thrust of his pelvis, his bulge was pressed into her throbbing clit. She must be getting her wetness on his pants, Cassadee thought in horror. She tried to put a little distance between her vagina and his lap, but he wouldn’t let her. The rhythmic thrusting was sending her over the edge. She was definitely losing control of the situation…and maybe herself.
She closed her eyes and ground into him even harder, biting her lip and whimpering, knowing full well what was coming. At the last second her eyes opened wide and they stared at each other as she came with a loud cry. The explosion in her pelvis was accompanied by a release of fluid between her legs. The cry turned into a low moan as she bucked and spasmed in his lap. It felt like her whole body turned to rubber and she collapsed against his chest, trying to recover her breath.
What the fuck did I do? she thought to herself. As she regained her senses, she realized that she had just squirted in the town cop’s lap. She climbed off him, standing unsteadily, and was mortified to see a large wet spot on the front of his jeans where his huge bulge was still prominently outlined. Thankfully, they were black jeans, but it was still a mess. “I’m so sorry, Officer Camden!” she said, mortified.