Chapter 1
The first thing Don Ryder noticed about the blonde that afternoon was that she was obviously upset over something. The second thing was her superbly voluptuous figure. She presented a stunning picture standing there on the curb in the drizzling rain, her beautiful sensual face wreathed in a worried frown.
He knew he had to go to her assistance if only to get a closer look at her.
"Can I do anything to help?"
She turned to look at him and Ryder saw that she was even more attractive close-up, a little older than he, but voluptuous just the same.
"Oh goodness, if only you could!"
Her voice was huskily earthy and matched her sultry exotic appearance. Don didn't know whether it was her provocative figure, her flamboyant mane of blonde hair or her out of place evening dress which made her seem so out of the ordinary. He just knew he hadn't seen so attractive a woman in a long time.
"What's the problem?" he asked, noticing her wildly searching eyes as they scanned the busy after-work traffic.
"I can't get a cab and I've got to be at work in fifteen minutes! I don't know what I'm going to do!" There was a desperate note in her voice and Ryder felt a fresh rush of sympathy for her.
A quick glance around confirmed that there were no empty taxis in sight and judging by the number of flustered, would-be passengers around, he knew there wouldn't be for quite awhile.
"Look, I'll run you there. It's not far, is it?"
A look of relief flooded the lovely blonde's face and Don felt glad that he had made his impulsive offer.
"Oh thank you so much! No, it's just uptown on Michigan Avenue, but I don't want to put you to any trouble!"
"It's no trouble," Ryder assured her as he guided her towards the parking lot. It would only take him a few minutes and then he could drive straight home from there.
"This is really very kind of you," the blonde said gratefully when they were both settled in the car and heading towards the street she'd mentioned. Ryder couldn't help wondering silently what kind of job she had, because he knew that Michigan Avenue was one of the seedier areas of Detroit. Still, that was where she wanted to go and for the moment, he was her knight errant.
He couldn't help glancing sidelong at her as he expertly guided the big Buick through rush-hour traffic. Christ, she's some broad, he thought admiringly, and if it wasn't for June, I wouldn't mind giving her a tumble.
He was excruciatingly aware of her closeness and she exuded an alluring scent which enveloped him in a heady sensual haze. He was almost glad when she pointed out her place of work to him. She was beginning to get to him in a way he could barely understand and he was sure that if he spent more time with her, he'd conveniently forget about being married.
"There, on the right, the Club Oasis!" she said, and Don noticed the gaudily lit exterior of what was obviously a burlesque club.
"What do you do there?"
"Oh, I'm the desert queen," the blonde laughed throatily as she slid out of the car. "But why don't you come in for a while? You might as well wait and see the show. Besides, if it wasn't for you, it wouldn't start on time at all!"
She must be a singer or something, Ryder thought as he wondered whether he should accept her invitation. June had warned him to be home on time tonight because she was fixing a very special dinner. It was their tenth wedding anniversary and he knew his wife had planned the evening for some time. She would by now have already received the roses he had had sent and although she'd be pleased by his gesture, she'd definitely be furious if he was late. Still, the show started at six and it was almost that now.
"The show'll be over by seven-thirty, if that's what you're worried about. But I've got to get going right now. I'll fix it with the doorman to let you in free if you decide to come in."
Oh Christ, why did this have to happen tonight of all nights? Maybe I could take a rain check?
He felt the pressure of her arm on his shoulder as she leaned closer to him.
"I hope you decide to come in. I'd like to think you were out there in the audience watching."
Don decided right then that he'd have to take in the show. If he hustled back afterwards he'd still get home before eight and they never ate till eight-thirty anyway. Yes, he'd watch the show, whatever it was, because he didn't want to say good-bye just yet to the glamorous blonde stranger.
The doorman admitted him with a nod to the dimly lit interior and he made his way to one of the tables clustered around a raised wooden platform. The place was only half full but Don was surprised to see respectable well dressed businessmen like himself comprising most of the audience. Most of them were alone. A vivacious redhead appeared from nowhere with a drink and plunked it down on his table.
"Compliments of the house ... and Wanda," she smiled and disappeared before he could say anything. Wanda! That must be the blonde, he thought excitedly, as he tested his drink. It was Scotch and on the rocks, just as he liked it.
Then the house lights dimmed almost completely and the platform was illuminated with a strong glaring spotlight.
A middle-aged man in a tuxedo bounded onto it, holding a microphone in his hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, without beating around the bush, without frills or fill-in spots, we bring you the star of the show ... the beautiful gal you all came specially to see."
He waved his arm in an expansive theatrical gesture.
"Here she is, wonderful Wanda Wallace, queen of the Oasis!"
A sprinkling of applause greeted her entrance and Don saw at once that the star of the show was none other than his blonde passenger.
But he hardly recognized her. She was wearing a long sparkling red cloak which reached right down to the ground. She had put on fantastic make-up and had piled her hair up on top of her head. Regally she walked to the very center of the spotlight and stood staring out at the fascinated audience, as the emcee eased himself expertly from the stage, leaving Wanda alone. Don was as mesmerized as everyone else. She looked so unattainable, so queen-like up there in her glittering cloak, and yet, only minutes before she had been sitting beside him in his car. The music began in the background and Ryder was sure that she was about to sing. He noticed that the announcer had taken away the mike, but thought that maybe she didn't need it.
The young husband moved to the edge of his seat, hardly touching his drink as he watched her reach up and unclasp the big shiny buckle at her throat. With a single swift movement, she removed the glittering red cloak and swung it in a graceful arc around her curvaceous body. A uniform gasp arose from the audience when it was revealed that underneath she was wearing only a sort of sequinned one-piece swimming suit. Still holding the cloak, she pirouetted slowly around, swiveling gracefully on her high spike heels.
"There's no doubt about it," Don heard the man at the next table say to his companion, "Wanda's the best stripper in Detroit!"
Stripper! The word sank in and Ryder felt a thrill of excitement stabbing deep in the pit of his stomach. Of course, I should have known, he thought as he stared avidly at the shapely, blonde on the stage. He had assumed she was a singer, or at the most a dancer. But it was obvious that she really was a stripper-now that he knew!
Wanda ran her hands sensuously up and down her ripely curved hips, barely touching with her fingertips the black net-covered flesh of her thighs. She stared lewdly, wantonly, invitingly, right into the lusting eyes of every man she could see in the darkened room. The very realization that dozens of pairs of eyes were feasting on her statuesque body gave her a thrill of lurid satisfaction. She could almost feel the quickening pulse of their voyeuristic desire and was exhilarated by the power she held over them. She could go fast or slow, depending on her mood and that way, she exerted control over their lewd excitement. She was glad that her chivalrous friend had decided to come in and watch, sure that he'd gotten a big surprise when he realized what was going on. Well, tonight she'd make it an especially good show ... just for him!
Don finished his drink in a single gulp and signaled for another. He knew that it would probably cost the earth, but he didn't care. He felt he could do with some support, and that was the only one around. He was tingling all over with suppressed excitement and kept his eyes fixed squarely on the lovely blonde stripper. He couldn't help wondering what would happen. Would she go the whole way and take off everything? Or would she be wearing pasties and a g-string ... or what? He wanted her to hurry up and reveal more and more of her luscious body and yet at the same time he knew that her slow deliberate movements were adding to his increasing pleasure.
Carefully Wanda rolled down one net stocking, revealing soft milk-white skin as she did so. She eased it down over her knee and her slender ankle and finally cast it carelessly on the floor beside her discarded cloak. Then she lifted her long shapely leg, stretching it upwards until Don could see the cords standing out tensely on her inner thigh, before lowering it and slipping it back into her high-heeled shoe. His drink arrived but he hardly noticed it. He couldn't take his eyes away from the tantalizing blonde who was now removing her other stocking. When both her long slender legs were naked, she began to walk slowly around the small stage, hands on her flaring hips, her well-rounded buttocks thrust out provocatively.
"Atta girl, Wanda!" an anonymous voice called from the audience. "But let's get on with the show!"
Wanda flashed a beautiful wide smile as she moved once again to the center of the stage.
"Yeah, let's get a look at those knockers of yours!"
Don felt wildly excited and at the same time angry. He wanted to punch the loudmouth in the nose, and yet he knew he felt the same way. His whole body was strained and tensed as he waited for the titillating act to progress and he felt he could hardly wait until the voluptuous stripper peeled off her swimsuit.
The young husband drew in his breath sharply when he saw her hand reach back and pull down the zipper. A gasp rose from the excited crowd as she began to shrug off the garment, revealing white rounded shoulders. Then with her back to the audience, she pulled it completely off and stepped out of it with her buttocks wriggling enticingly from side to side.
Hands on hips, the statuesque blonde stood there, wearing a star-studded brassiere and tiny glimmering bikini pants. Don could see the tops of her full wide-set breasts pushing up high from the skillfully cut brassiere and as she turned slowly around, he could see the beginning of the split between her oval-shaped ass cheeks.
A lewd catcall came from the back of the club and Don could feel the rising excitement of the gaping group of men, because he was just as much a part of it as anyone.. His heart was thudding and his eyes were burning from the strain of his unwavering gaze. He didn't want to miss a second of the lust-arousing striptease act and surreptitiously he pulled his chair closer to the wooden stage. He wondered if Wanda had seen him, if she knew how close he was sitting to her. He felt that if he reached out he could touch those silky bare legs. He wanted to do that ... wanted in fact to reach out and grab her, to pull off her shimmering brassiere and clamp his mouth down on her provocatively heaving breasts ... But he couldn't. All he could do was watch ... just like all the other excited, aroused men around him.
The insistent music in the background slowed down as Wanda began to pull off her sequin-spangled brassiere. Don felt his mouth grow dry and there was a painful tightening in his loins as the full quivering white expanse of her breasts came into view.
"Aw shit, she's got pasties on!"
The disappointed voice echoed Don's own inner feelings. Two tiny stars were affixed to her nipples, concealing the excited little buds from view. Don was astonished to see that her full ripe breasts stood up just as erectly now as when they were encased in her brassiere. He thought he could see a tiny sheen of perspiration in the deep valley between the fleshy mounds, but he didn't know for sure.
The aroused young man was quivering with growing excitement and his clothes suddenly seemed too small for him. He hadn't seen many strippers performing, but he thought that Wanda was more exciting then he had ever dreamed possible. She seemed to exude pure unadulterated sex and her every moment was a mastery of erotic titillation.
With bated breath, he watched as she began to unsnap the sides of her brief bikini panties. They too came away completely to reveal a shimmering sequinned triangle held in place by a narrow silver string circling her tiny waist and by another that slipped between her thighs and snuggled alluringly into the deep split of her buttocks and came up to join with the first one at her waist.
A continuous ripple of murmurs was audible now as Wanda very slowly and deliberately turned around. Don's eyes widened in lustful excitement when he saw her nakedly rounded ass cheeks, trembling slightly as she glided in a circle. He could just barely see the thin sliver of silver cord wedged between the rippling nether flesh, and then Wanda was once again facing the crowd of lasciviously aroused men.
"C'mon Wanda, let's get a load of them tits!"
The crude request was echoed by other voices and still Wanda hesitated as she stood on the stark wooden platform. Long seconds ticked by and Don felt that the tension could be cut with a knife. He was sure that if she didn't do something soon, a horde of rampaging men, himself included, would rush up onto the stage and rip off the last remaining shreds that clung to her voluptuous body.
At last the professional beauty smiled a slow dazzling smile and then peeled off first one and then the other flimsy star-shaped pastie.
"Oh man, look at them boobs!"
Every eye in the club was focused on the rose-pink buds of Wanda's turgid nipples, sticking out like tiny twin spears against the brown of the surrounding areola. Don was sure that his heart was thudding loud enough to be heard as he stared at the nearly naked blonde. God, she was fabulous, more beautiful and exciting that he could ever have imagined. But what was going to happen now? Was the act over? Or was there more to come?
"Now the g-string, Wanda honey, don't leave us in suspense!"
Again the attractive blonde laughed huskily as she began to untie the silver strings around her waist. There was an eerie silence which lasted until she pulled away the lewd triangular patch, and then a loud moan of undisguised disappointment. There was another, even smaller triangle fixed on her cunningly hidden pubic "vee."
Excitement ran through the gaping young husband like an electric current. He could hardly stand it. He wished she would go off the stage completely instead of teasing and tantalizing him like this. He couldn't take another second of it, and neither could the other voyeurs. No wonder that guy at the next table had said she was the best stripper in Detroit! No one, but no one could be as good as this voluptuously bumping and grinding blonde. Once again Wanda undulated around the stage and as she turned to face the audience again, the spotlight narrowed into the smallest circle, which was played directly on the scintillating "vee" at the tops of her thighs.
The music stopped suddenly as Wanda's hands reached down and with agonizing slowness, began to lewdly pull away the small concealing triangle.
A crescendo of music sounded blastingly as Don caught sight of curling blonde wisps of pubic hair and the barest glimpse of moist pink cuntal flesh. Then, without warning, the light dimmed completely and he could hear Wanda hurrying from the stage. She was gone! She had been totally naked but they had all only had a tiny glimpse of her!
A pang of disappointment assailed him and he was left with a bereft empty feeling. What had he expected? That she'd stand there endlessly for them all to ogle and scrutinize? No, of course not ... but ... he wanted to run backstage and dash into her dressing room. What would she say? Would she welcome him?
The announcer slipped onstage again, mike in hand.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, Wanda will be back later at nine P.M. In the meantime, here's Blaze, the hottest redhead in town to entertain you, and after that...."
Don barely heard what he was saying. He could only think of the fact that Wanda would be appearing again at nine. He'd wait, yes, that's what he'd do. He'd watch the other strippers in the meantime. They probably wouldn't be anywhere near as good as Wanda, but they'd pass the time. Then he'd see her again as soon as she came on stage. , He signaled for another drink, realizing it would be his third, but he didn't care. Only two more hours, and then, Wanda again!
The club began to fill up and he was glad he got his drink before the rush. The redhead who'd given him his first drink-the free one was now on stage, and she was exciting all right, but nowhere near Wanda's class. Staring mesmerized at the lovely Blaze, Don could think of nothing else but the glamorous blonde stripteaser he'd given a lift to downtown. He forget everything else ... even the fact that today was his anniversary and that his wife June was waiting for him to come home....