I knew I could move seductively and I knew I was reasonably attractive, but the big question was could I really take my clothes off, grind all over a complete stranger, and do it well? Good question, because if the answer was no, then all our discussions were pipe dreams and dancing would ever remain a fantasy.

Being the practical person I am, we decided I should round up a guinea pig for the experiment. It had to be someone who has had a few dances before and could honestly give a review of my performance after. Eric was out of the question since he would be biased and because it would be too easy for me to perform for him.

The logistics of such a thing were pretty challenging. I mean, you can't just go up to anyone off the street and say, "Hey can I get naked and grind on you awhile?" without them thinking you're either crazy or a hooker, now can you? I asked a friend that I knew who frequented strip clubs a great deal and he initially agreed, but then changed his mind because he wouldn't consent to Eric being in the room during the anticipated 30 minute or more dance practice. Strange. I don't see why that would be a problem, unless he planned on stepping out of line in some way. Oh well. Seeing as I needed to use Eric's place for this practice dance, having him there was sort of part and parcel to the deal.

So we formulated an alternate plan. Why not get someone that Eric knew, but who hadn't met me yet? We pondered it awhile and came up with a real shocker: Eric's cousin Keith! We knew Keith would be up for a private out-call since Eric had engineered the bachelor party entertainment prior to Keith's wedding a few years ago, and Keith apparently particularly enjoyed and availed himself of the "hospitality" of the performers. He hadn't seen his cousin in a few months so we devised the perfect ploy. Eric dropped him an email that was sure to get his attention:

"Hey pal, it's been a long time, but have I got an offer for you! I won a drawing, and the prize is for up to two people. Give me a call and I'll fill you in on the details! BTW, the prize is for two guys, and it's not something you go running home to Mom to talk about. <g>"

Eric had a response back in less than 5 minutes! "I'm game. Where can I call you?"

And so the ball was rolling. Keith was led to believe that Eric had won a drawing at a club where the winner would receive a one hour private out-call dance for two people. Never mind the fact that we didn't know of any clubs that did that sort of thing. He bought into the deal, so they scheduled a time. I was expected to arrive at Eric's the following Thursday at about 7:15pm prepared to look, act, smell, and move like a professional dancer. Pulling off this charade would be quite a challenge for me.

For two days prior to the date, I fussed over what I would wear for my various "sets," listened to every CD I owned trying to pick out music, practiced how I would dance and which chairs I would use, and made a huge production out of what I would say. I really had to practice that last part because I'm a terrible liar and knew it would be difficult for me to be a convincing actress. No matter how much of zbone.me I read, perhaps the most definitive source on the internet for southern California strip information, I was still nervous beyond belief. I read all the FAQ's and I knew what it meant if I said this or did that, but I was still more skittish than a prize turkey on the eve of Thanksgiving! Time finally came and there was to be no more practicing, fussing, primping, or prepping. The clothes had been picked, the music was set, my hair had been styled, scented lotion had been slathered all over my body, and there was nothing more to do but be nervous and hope I could do it. I knew I could back out at any time with no penalty, Eric had assured me this many times, but I just had to go through with it! I needed to know if I could do everything a dancer could do.

Eric was supposed to page me when he and Keith arrived at his apartment so I would know for sure all was still a "go." In the mean time, I was going to wait at a nearby bar and grill to kill time. That was the plan anyway, but I couldn't go to the bar. I was so nervous I just drove around with the air conditioning cranked up so I wouldn't sweat, and just waited for the page. When it came, I thought I was going to die.

I showed up at his apartment in black spiked high heels, black stockings, a long straight dark green skirt with a slit up to my thigh that just barely exposed the lace top of the stockings, and a billowy black business blouse cinched tight at the waist with a 3 inch wide belt. I figured this would give a more professional appearance, yet still be very sexy. It worked.

Eric answered the door and I introduced myself as Élan. He invited me in and I entered, still wearing my sunglasses for affect. I was practically trembling and was reaching for everything in me just trying to look cool. I slowly removed the glasses and panned the room. He introduced me to Keith and then I asked to take a look around before checking back with my driver, "just to make sure everything's on the up and up here, right?" I did a cursory glance around the apartment as if I was checking to make sure there weren't 17 football players in the other room waiting to do something stupid or something. I came back to the living room and went over the rules of my performance, all the while trying desperately to sound like what I imagined a dancer would sound like talking to two guys about to get a private dance.

"Okay, I've been hired to perform for you two gentlemen for one hour and I will do that to the best of my ability. I have a few rules and they're pretty simple. So long as you follow them, I'm sure we will all have a great time and walk away happy. First: It's my show and I decide what happens. You are welcome to participate so long as you do what I tell you. Don't go where you aren't invited. Second: My driver is sitting out in the car. Between each of my sets I'll be checking in with him on this cell phone. If he doesn't hear from me, he will come looking for me and you don't want that to happen. So don't get between me and the cell phone, okay? Third: You're covered for the one hour dance, but that doesn't include tipping so you might want to keep that in mind. Are we all in agreement here on these rules? You don't have any problems with any of them, do you?"

They both agreed we were good to go, but I noticed Keith grimace at the mention of the tipping. Well, heck I'm supposed to be a professional dancer and this isn't charity. I had to be believable. I headed to the car to get my costumes and music, and to check in with my "driver." Oh, there was no driver, by the way. Eric and I thought it wouldn't be believable if I didn't have a driver escorting me. I mean, if I really was going to do out-call work, you bet your butt I would have an escort, a big one, trained in personal protection preferably with military combat experience. So I returned to the apartment with my gear and set up shop in the bathroom. I came out still fully dressed and had the two of them sit about 3 feet apart on the sofa. As Melissa Etheridge's sultry voice belted out "I'm the Only One," I struck a pose against the kitchen counter with my back to them and started to move my hips slowly to the music. I moved across the room as seductively as I could and worked slowly with the clothing, removing each piece with as much production as the women I used to watch in old movies that never really showed naked bodies anyway. Hey, if it worked for Mae West..... okay, so I don't have Mae West's body, but so what! I had three songs in my first set and I didn't plan to go full nude yet. I wanted to lap dance for them still in my thong panties and doing a lot of teasing during the second and third songs, so I had nearly 5 minutes during the first song to dance in front of them and remove my clothing. Build up is half the fun when you have an hour with which to play.

I straddled Eric first and ground my pelvis against his lap, gyrating to the music, arching my back, and just getting into it. I ran my hands up and down his chest and then reached behind me to his thighs. I rubbed my small naked breasts against his chest and then raised up on my knees getting them right in his face, cupping both breasts in my hands, just grazing the tip of his nose with my nipples. I could feel his interests rising. That was a positive sign and got me feeling a little more at ease with what I was doing. I leaned over to my right side and twisted my body so I sat in his lap sideways with my arms around him and my feet on the couch. Pressing my body hard against Eric's, I shot a sweet yet mischievous smile towards Keith so he wouldn't feel left out. He watched attentively. I turned around, put my butt on Eric's lap and gyrated some more on him, letting him do no more than rest his hands on my thighs. Moving my legs together, I parted his and slid down between them putting as much pressure of my back against his now bulging crotch as I could. Twisting my body as I slid down between his legs, I turned so I could face him. As my knees hit the floor, I was looking straight at him, my face right at crotch-level. Slowly, watching his eyes as intensely as I could, I slithered back up between his legs, working my way up to his chest again. Only this time, I placed my right foot on the edge of the couch outside his left leg and stood up, leaning forward using the wall for support and putting my thong covered crotch right at the tip of his nose, so close I could feel his breath through my thin panties. I worked that position for a little while until I thought he'd had enough. Bending my knees, I slid slowly down his body as I turned his head to let his cheek feel my abdomen and chest slide past. The song ended and his dance was over. I was warmed up enough to start on Keith now and I felt confident enough that I could really get his attention.

I started Keith's dance with my ass in his face, bent over giving him a great view of my cheeks first. Then I sat in his lap with my arched back to him and immediately took his hands from his sides, pulled them around front of me and placed them firmly on my breasts. Yeah, I was giving him more than I had given Eric to start and that was on purpose. I knew this would get Eric's attention and no doubt Keith enjoyed it too. I gave him much the same treatment as Eric and finished the set staring hard into Keith's eyes.

I made some small comment about that being the end of the first set and confirmed they were both having a good time. I told them I would be going to the other room to change, but that when I came back I wanted them sitting in two kitchen chairs in the middle of the living room facing each other about 4 feet apart. I then retired to the bathroom to shed my high heels and change into my barely there Levi's cut-offs and red cotton cropped tank top. Another application of my favorite lotion and perfume and I was ready to start again. I returned to the living room and found them sitting exactly as I had instructed. My next set was to 3 Bonnie Raitt songs. Starting off standing behind Keith, I ran my hands down his chest then back up his arms, across his shoulders, to his neck, and through his hair. I leaned forward and rubbed my breasts against the back of his head, all the while staring hard at Eric seducing him with my eyes. I was really getting into this. Two men completely in my control for a change of pace and I could totally turn them on as much as I wanted. I was getting more excitement out of this than they could ever know.

I danced between the two of them, alternating from one to the other. I untucked and opened up Eric's shirt rubbing my breasts against his chest, then turned to face Keith as I sat in Eric's lap. I touched myself between my legs, pushing aside the single seam of denim that made up the crotch of my shorts. Removing my top, I massaged my breasts and kept my nipples hard. I stood; popping open the button fly shorts with one swift jerk, they dropped to the floor and I straddled Keith. Taking off his shirt, I rubbed my naked body up and down his hairy chest. The short curls tickled my breasts and I was amazed at how nice it felt. Now here came a leap for me. I took his wrists in my hands and told him he would have to help me. I then leaned back stretching my body all the way until my head touched the floor using his arms to steady me. With my head on the floor I was stable enough to bring my right foot out from under his arm and extend my leg up into the air, giving him a full view of my bared crotch and a portion of my ass. Coming back up was a rush and I'm amazed I didn't pass out, but the move garnered a positive response as I caught my breath unbuttoning his jeans and slipping my fingers teasingly inside the waistband of his underwear. As I turned to face Eric I realized he wanted some of the same treatment because he had a twenty dollar bill resting on his exposed tummy. I'm no fool so I went for the twenty and gave him appropriate attention. I had to work hard to keep from giggling because this was the first time I had ever seen Eric wear underwear. We had talked about this in advance and I knew he would be wearing them. It was most appropriate, considering what we would be doing. What threw me off, though, was that they were purple! And under cream colored linen pants no less! He was practically bursting out of them. I guess watching me excite Keith worked for him.

I finished the three songs and was really pumped because I was getting really positive reactions out of both of them, especially Eric. I have to admit, I did think about the fact that we would probably have some pretty intense love-making that night. I mean, why wouldn't that enter my mind? I'm turning on two men and really getting off on it, and I can see in Eric's eyes a level of desire which certainly doesn't give the impression he sees me as chopped liver! As the last song of the set ended, I told them to put the kitchen chairs back and then to make themselves comfortable on the couch while I retreated to the bathroom to prep for my next set.

Back in the bathroom as I changed clothes, I decided it was time to raise the ante. Things were going really well and I felt pretty confident about my abilities, but I still felt I wasn't getting everything out of Keith I could reaction-wise. I slipped into my short black dress that I knew I wouldn't be in for more than one minute and made up my mind I was going to push Keith as far as I could. Afterall, Eric had said that in this night, I could do no wrong in his eyes. That gives a girl a lot of latitude, knowing she has the complete support of her man in such a sexually charged situation.

I returned to the living room and popped in my Pure Moods mix CD. Starting with Eric once again, I danced to the X Files theme and Enigma's Sadness for his two songs. I removed the dress almost immediately and then unzipped his pants. I reached into his underwear and started stroking him slowly. I asked if he would like to drop his pants to which he immediately responded in the affirmative. He was more excited than I think I had seen him in weeks. I rubbed my body against him, being carefully not to contact any more than his shaft to the front of my pelvic mound. I knew that going further would set off red lights for Keith and I still needed to be believable as a dancer. Besides, that would certainly not be something I would do as a dancer myself, even in a private setting, anyway. I stood up on the couch again as I had done earlier only this time I could tickle his nose with my closely trimmed crotch. There was no mistaking how much this turned him on. I gyrated to the music and thrust my hips towards his face rhythmically. I then slipped back down into his lap and then turned to rub him against my butt. I dropped back onto the floor in front of him and turned to put my face down into his crotch, kissing his tummy lightly. Eric was just dying with this treatment. I felt almost as though I wanted to finish the job for him, but I had to set my sights on staying in character and pleasing Keith. He was, afterall, my Litmus test.

As the music switched to "Return to Innocence," I moved to Keith. I unzipped his pants and started to grind on him, but then complained his zipper was a little too rough. Being an obliging sort and not wanting to injure a dancer, Keith wisely dropped his pants to his ankles as well. I worked him much the same as Eric only with much more resolve. Although both men had consistently tipped me all through the hour thus far, I knew Eric was probably feeling a little jealous in that he had been tipping me more than Keith, but he and I both knew he would have me later, so it was not a problem. As the song changed to the provocative light jazz beat of "Lily Was Here," I stepped up the pace even more. I dropped my head down into Keith's lap and began to rub my hair and the top of my head hard against him. This got the results for which I had really been looking. He was completely erect to the point of readiness to complete the act. I danced out my set for them and explained we had nearly used up our one hour and that I had one last set to do for them, "One that would really finish them off and cap the evening perfectly." The looks they gave each other were enough to make me practically scream with pleasure.

For my last and final set, I returned from the bathroom wearing a short white satin robe with matching white satin thong and glittery white high heels. As I walked past Eric, I grazed his knee with my hand and said, "You're done, sweety. You can button up." Then turning to Keith I said, "But YOU I'm not finished with yet." I sat down next to him letting my robe fall open, gracefully exposing my breasts. I put an arm around him as he sat with his pants around his ankles and all God's gifts exposed to my eyes. "I know I told you my name is Élan, but we need to be properly introduced and you need to know my full name because we'll be on a first name basis and seeing a lot of each other in the future. That diamond on my finger was given to me by Eric and eventually you and I may wind up calling each other 'cousin.'" He had that classic Candid Camera look on his face like he'd just been totally had. Well, for all intents and purposes, he practically had been had! He shook his head, grinned that stupid grin you get when you've been duped and said, "I don't know what to say. I'm not sure how I should feel about the fact that I was just at full attention for my cousin's girlfriend."

I was worried he would feel a bit used and asked if he was okay. I didn't want him to be upset with us for playing such a trick on him, but we needed to know if I could really do the lap dances to the caliber of a real dancer. He assured me it was okay and that he just needed to let the whole thing sink in. I was glad he took it so well because he could have gotten pretty perturbed over it all. I mean, let's face it: the whole thing was a little out there if you think about it.

We all had a good laugh about it, got dressed, and I used the "tips" to spring for dinner at a local restaurant. Eric and I pressed Keith for ideas of what I should do differently and had a great time discussing various stripping techniques. We even told him how this all got started and the tale of our trip to San Francisco.

So we answered the question about the private dances, but now what about stage shows? You don't get private dances without putting on a reasonable stage show. How would I handle that?

Next Installment: Exposed: Amateur Night!

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