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On her first real vacation on her own, she arrives for ten-days in NYC and finds the lure of easy money. She also finds that it comes with a price, but she allows her greed to win out. (M+/F-teen, exh, 1st) *** I was on vacation, and walking down the main street and the sign in the window of a bar caught my attention, "Amateur Dance Contest Tonight - $500 First Prize." Traveling alone on my vacation, and I was short on cash, and decided to step inside the bar to see what was required to enter the contest. When I entered the bar, it was empty, and I knew the place was a strip club, by all the signs out front and the photos that showed girls in small costumes. I knew no one was likely to recognize me, and I could use the money. For whatever the reason, I understood there was the fact that a bunch of guys would be looking at me in the flesh, but money prompted me to enter the club. Inside, I found the club was not overly bright with lighting, and a long bar ran across the one wall, and there was a rectangular stage in the center of the bar. The stage was probably eight feet square, and there were small tables with four chairs at each table. Around the opposite wall from the bar, were booths, with what seemed to be red leather cushions, as were the bar stools and chairs at the tables. Two brass poles, one on each end of the stage, I knew were where the girls wrapped themselves around them, to tease the customers. There were three more brass poles spaced on the wide top of the bar. I had seen several movies that had scenes with girls’ stripping, and I knew what was required, if I was to enter the contest. For whatever I was thinking, I didn’t consider that I wouldn’t be win. Behind the bar, I saw a young guy, perhaps 28-years-old, and he saw me and asked if he could help me. Walking over to where he was working behind the bar, and I assumed he was stocking the beer coolers, with extra beer, and whatever else is necessary to set u a bar. "Hi, I’m Stacey, Stacey Milton, and I was wondering about the sign for the contest, and what I would need to do if I wished to enter?" Being not only attractive and a hunk, he was cocky, and in a cool voice told me, "Take off your clothes and move around on the stages, and let the guys look you over really close like, do you understand?" "Yes, but what do I wear?" "Before you dance, you could be in short-shorts, or a micro mini skirt, and some type of a tight blouse, or bathing suit top. Have you ever danced before, or are you really an amateur?" "Never, but how long do I dance, I’ve no ideas what to do, other than what I have seen in the movies?" "Have a seat, I’m about done, and we can discuss what is involved." Then I listened as "Brad" told me his first name, and what all was required to dance. And he asked to see my identification, as I must be 18 to dance. Brad, told me, hop up on the bar and give him a demo. Brad, walked over and locked the front door, and then he put a couple of dollars in the jukebox, and had me walk behind the bar, climb up the small stairs that allowed someone to get up on the bar. I was wearing a skirt that reached about half way to me knees, a shell top, and underneath them a matching bra and panty set. The shoes I was wearing were casual, made to look like bamboo woven together. "Hop up, and I will give you some hints as what you should do, and will tell you up front, the competition is tough." I climbed up the steps, and after the first song was over, I listened to Brad as he told me how to move, and what to show and how to show it. By the time the second song had ended, I had finally improved my moves and steps so I didn’t look like a clod on the bar stage. When the fourth song was over, Brad suggested I take a break, and have a drink, and then I could start all over and do a complete set of three tunes. "You can strip as quickly as you want, but I would suggest you leave your clothes on during the first number. When you're doing the second song, you should be down to nothing by the time the song is half over, and let the guys have little peeks between your legs, not a lot but enough to show them a quick shot of your beaver. During the third song, you want to kneel down, and spread your legs wide open for a few seconds, then drag your hand across your sex, but you can’t touch yourself, that is against the law." Somewhere along the way you need to lie back, with your legs up in the air, wide open and hump your butt up and down. Always smile, or pout when the words of the songs are sexy, and I will be sure you get the best songs to dance to, that will help you, and I select the judges, so they just might vote for whom I saw, as they want to be judges because they get free drinks for helping me. "So let’s see what you have to offer." I climbed up on the stage, and I did as Brad told me, and finally he moved around to the front of the bar, and while I was moving, he would take his hands and move my legs in the way to improve my striping. When I was flat on my back, he showed me how to move my legs, and bump my hips up from the bar. I knew a moment of concern, as I was now being viewed by a man for the first time in my life. I was a virgin, who’d never considered such a thing as I was doing in this bar, in fact, the first bar I’d ever been in. Looking at Brad, I saw his eyes were starring directly at my sex, and I wondered what he was thinking as he glared at my sex? Then I finished my dance, and Brad suggested I do one more song, and try to be a little smoother when I went from one step to the other, and he showed me how to move my body on the pool. Brad, had me fairly well trained, and told me that he would be sure I danced on the bar, and I would be the last, as by the time the judges and crowd saw five or six girls, they didn’t remember what the first ones were like. During the last dance, I didn’t think about Brad moving my legs apart, and even when his hands moved up my leg. Then I felt his fingers brushing across my sex, just lightly, but he was cropping a feel, and he had no idea that he was the first to do such a thing with me. When he tried to push his finger up inside my sex, I moved my legs as he had shown me how to close them when a customer tried to crop a feel. I didn’t feel upset with Brad’s liberty in touching me, and I enjoyed his saying to me, "Nice bush, and thick, the guys will like that on you, as they are tired of the dancer’s strips, or naked beavers." "Wait a minute before you get dressed, I want to get you something," Brad told me, and I watched him walk through a door at the far end of the bar. When he returned, he was carrying two small pieces of material, which turned out to be a small bikini, very small, but enough to cover my pubes, except a few peeked out the edges when I tried the suit on. Finally Brad told me to be sure to do a lint check before dancing, and when I asked him what a lint test was, he said, make sure there were no toilet paper shards, or strings on my sex, and to take a cloth and wipe my breast with some type of rouge on the nipples so they were pinker. Brad, told me to be at the bar around 7:30 that evening, and that way I could hand around and speak with the judges, but as I was only eighteen, I couldn’t drink, not even a sip, or he would have to make me leave the club. You need a shorter skirt, and a sexier top, but the bra and panties I had on were perfect. Then Brad told me, "You’ll need a stage name, so how about we call you, "Virgin Stacey" and that way the guys will believe you are a virgin." At the time, I wondered what Brad would have thought if he had known I was a virgin, and he was the first to see and touch me between my legs? I left the bar, and as Brad unlocked the door, he patted my buttocks, and as I started to chastize him, he smiled and told me, "Don’t let the fellows touch you, as it is against the law, and we will both be in trouble, but don’t be nasty with them, just smile as you say no touchy." Walking down the street, I entered a small restaurant and walked in and took a seat at the counter, and enjoyed a soup and sandwich lunch. My mind played over what I was planning on doing this evening. My life had been sheltered from that of my peers I grew up within the small Nevada farming community. Other than working in casinos, there were few jobs that a girl of eighteen could get that paid good money, and even the work in the casinos, was not great, as the tips were taxable, and the casinos had worked a deal with the IRS to keep then from being audited, got their employees screwed royally. Even working in a restaurant, the IRS told us how much our tips were, based on our sales. During high school, my parents had more or less forced me to attend their church. I found after becoming a teenager, and I resented the way the church controlled my life and beliefs. More important, my desires to be less controlled by the religion of a few people who were the elders of the church, and even ruled on what clothes we should wear. Finally during my senior year, I told my parents, I felt like an outcast from my friends in school, and I was no longer going to wear the home stitched dresses that I had been wearing. My father had reached out and slapped my face, and it hurt, but I was determined, and once more I told my father, you hit me again and I will have you arrested. Before the words were hardly out of my mouth, my father’s hand struck me quickly and so hard, it caused two of my teeth to become loose, and my lips were busted and bleeding. I ran from the house and took off down the paved county road, and flagged down a passing car. I was crying, and asked the driver to take me to the sheriff’s office. When we pulled up in front of the sheriff’s office, I thanked the driver, and ran into the office, and within a few minutes a female deputy was speaking to me, and filing out forms. I was taken to the hospital, and a dentist was called to the emergency room, and suggested that braces be placed on my teeth, and they should become solid once more in my gums. They female deputy sheriff, and two other deputies, drove out to my father’s farm, and when we pulled up in front of the farm house, I was scarred. The female deputy told me I would be all right, and if my mother did not stand by me, that I would be placed with a loving family until I was eighteen. My father was furious, and started berating me as I walked up the walkway to the front porch, and the deputies told him, "You need to settle down, and we have a warrant for you arrest." As the deputies walked up to handcuff my father, he swung his fist and hit one of them in the mouth, and within moments, all three deputies were on top of him, and handcuffed his hands behind his back. They took some type of plastic strip and fastened his legs. Then the police placed him in the back of one of the cruisers, and took him to jail, and when he went to court, the judge gave my father one year and a day in jail. My mother agreed to not punish me for contacting the law, and by the time dad was out of jail, I had graduated from high school, had gotten my own room at a woman’s home in the small farm town, and I worked, saved my money, and now I was on vacation, and on my own. When the news of my father being arrested, I found it difficult to have any close friends, and so I spent the past few months of my senior year as a lonely girl. Even boys didn’t ask me out, and it was certain the church had somehow told the people to shun me. Going back to the small hotel where I was staying, I went inside and took a long hot bath. My mind was full of what it would be like to strip off my clothes in front of a room full of young men? Stripping, in front of Brad, seemed different, as it was only he and I, and I knew he would help me too win, if he could. I trimmed the edges of my pubes, along the sides of my sex lips, and across the top, which was fairly thick and grew across my lower stomach, almost from hip to hip. Satisfied with the trimming of my sex, I looked at my breast, and they seemed to be harder than normal. My body was small framed, and I weighed 105 pounds, and stood 5' - 3" tall, and my hair was almost pure black, so black it almost shone in the dark, my grandma always told me. My nipples were thick and stuck out fairly far on my 32-C breasts. Once my doctor told me she was surprised that I had hardly any areolas, and she checked me closely for any problems with my breasts. The shape of my breast was such, that once I had taken a funnel from the kitchen, when my mother and father weren’t home, and found it fit almost perfectly over my breasts. I lay down on my bed, and looked up at the ceiling, and questioned myself, to see if I really understood what I was allowing to happen when I went to the strip bar, and then undressed and let Brad touch me. And view my body so intimately, as no one except my doctor, who was so clinical, that I didn’t consider her a problem, even when she touched me between my legs. By six o’clock, I was wearing a new bra and panty set that I had gone shopping for after my bath, and I found a bra that was blue lace, and snapped in the front. The matching panties were a cross between a bikini and some French cut, high up my thighs. When I put them on, I knew the image was very sensual, and wondered if the men at the strip club would like them when I removed my blouse and skirt? I reached the club shortly after seven o’clock, that evening, and when I entered the club, the place was almost full, and I walked over to the bar, and when I didn’t see Brad, I asked the bartender where I could find him? The guy serving drinks looked at me, smiled and asked if I was going to be in the contest? Informing him that Brad was waiting for me, and I would appreciate him telling me where he was, I saw a funny look come across his face, and I knew that I had finally gotten the nerve to speak up when I need to do so. After the bartender pointed to a door, I walked to end of the bar and knocked, and heard Brad say, "Come in." Entering the room that I saw had to be Brad’s office, I saw him look at me, smile and said, "You look lovely, Stacey, ready to enjoy the evening, and still want to show off your lovely body?" "Yes, but do I have a chance too win, tell me the truth?" "Do you want the $500 now or later?" "Come over here and set on the chair, and I'll turn on the monitors and we can watch what is going on at the bar. And I will point out a couple of guys to look out for, as they like to grab a quick feel, according to the girls, and if I ever catch them doing so, I’ll bar them from my bar." "Do you own this club, or are you only the manager, because I thought you were only the manager when I saw you working this afternoon?" "It’s mine, but I will sell it to you if you want to buy the place, G-strings and all." I laughed at his answer and we sat back to watch what was going on in the club, and at 7:30, the first contestant got up on the stage and started dancing. Brad, chuckled and said, she won’t take her clothes all off until the third song, and her panties will only come off as the song ends, and legs won’t part. I asked how he could know that, and he said he had seen so many girls dance, he could pick out what they would be doing just by the first few seconds of their starting to dance. Then he told me to watch the two regular dancers on the bar, and you will get some good points. Finally it was twenty minutes after nine, and Brad told me, "Your turn, if you still wish to show off that beautiful beaver of yours, and it is truly beautiful." "Let me into sin, as the elders of my church would say, and had said many times, thousands of times in my life time, so now what, just walk out and walk up on the bar?" "Yes, when the song ends that the girls are dancing too now, you walk up the stairs after they have gotten down. See the guy with the cowboy’s hat, don’t get close to him, he is a grabber." Then I walked out of the door, over to the bar and walking behind the bar, climbed the small stairs to start dancing. When the song started, I was nervous, and at first made only a few short steps, then I saw Brad had sat down next to the man in the cowboy’s hat, and he winked at me, and gave me a thumb up. That was enough for me to loosen up, and I commenced to move across the bar, and about half way through the song, my blouse was laying on the bar. The second song begins, and I had my skirt off and was moving in the most sexy steps and moving of my hips that I could allow my mind to guide me into doing. When the song ended, I was standing in my panties and shoes, and I saw the look on Brad’s face, and I knew he was enjoying the show as much as the other men in the place were, as they were shouting at me to hurry up and remove my undies. The third and final song, had only begun, and I was standing in front of Brad, and easing my panties down my hips, and when the first view of my black pubes showed, the place went crazy, and Brad nodded his head. I kneeled down, and removed my panties as I lay back on the bar, and as I pulled them off my legs, I held them open for a moment, then tossed my panties to Brad. I stood up, and walked the length of the bar, twisting and turning as I moved. Several times, I squatted and allowed the customer in front of me to view between my legs. I had no idea who the judges were, so I allowed each man to have a close look at what I knew was my sex gapping open, and I felt it had become moist in the excitement of men starring at my sex. There was no doubt, I was caught up in the action, and I forgot Brad’s warning about the man in the cowboy’s hat. When I moved in a kneeling position, spreading my legs open, with my hands on my knees, I felt a hand reach out and grab the hair on my pubes, and tugged it hard. Immediately, Brad was off his bar stool, and another large man, who had a tee-shirt on that said, security, grabbed the man and was leading him to the door. Brad, soon returned, and just before the song ended, I did what I had seen several of the girls do when dancing, I grabbed my ankles in my hands and pulled my legs back and open, as much as possible in front of Brad. Then the song ended, and as I stood up, the crowd was shouting their approval of my act. Collecting my clothes, I flipped my panties to Brad, and walked down the steps from the bar, and slipped on my skirt, bra and top, and then walked over to where the other four girls who were in the contest were standing. They announced the third place winner who got $50, and then the second place winner who got $150. Then the D J announced, the winner of the contest is, first time to ever dance nude, Virgin Stacey, wins the grand prize of $500. Okay fellows get those bills out as Virgin Stacey is going to get on the main stage and do three more number for all you horn dogs, do you want to see the only virgin in the place, Virgin Stacey performs for you once more?" I hadn’t expected to dance more than in the contest, but now I was being escorted through the crowd by the security guys, and I heard the D J telling the yelling men, got those fives, tens, even a hundred dollar bills out guys, because you are going to see the first virgin in you lives, something you didn’t see before, not even your sisters, that I made sure off. One of the regular dancers handed me her garter, and then another one did, and before long I was having guys shove bills under the garters I was wearing. I had gotten down to nothing on by the start of the second song, and I watched as the guys were putting money in the garter, and when I saw one man holding a $100 bill, folded in half, and he was moving it toward my garter, I felt his one hand pulling the garter away from my leg, and his other hand was slipping the bill under my garter. The fingers holding the garter soon were touching my pubes, and at first I was going to stop him, but I decided quickly if he wanted to give me a hundred bucks, he could have a quick feel. His finger wormed its way slightly inside my wet sex, and then I smiled and moved on down to the next man. The same thing happened and I decided they were together. By the time the song ended, I was ready to do another as I knew I had gotten a lot of money, during the time I was on stage. When I entered Brad’s office with my money, and the $500 for winning the contest, I found I had $906 for my first time to strip. Brad, was seated behind his desk, and asked me to dance on his desk for him, and I asked if he was serious, and he said yes, and got up and locked the door to his office. Then called security, telling them he didn’t want to be interrupted. Brad, helped me up on his desk, and I danced slowly and removed my clothes so I was nude before the song was ended. I watched in complete fascination as Brad stood up from his chair, and commenced removing his clothes. There was no doubt what Brad was planning, but I had gotten charged up from being nude in front of the men in the club, and I allowed him to help me down from the desk and lead me over to the large leather sofa in front of his desk. Brad, lay me back, and I was surprised when he moved on top me, sucked my nipples and at the same time, I felt him reach between us and guide his penis to my wet and gapping virgin sex. It started to enter me, and the feeling I was receiving from my nipples being nursed on for the first time, and the feeling of his penis starting to enter me, as he parted my sex. Then Brad was against my virginity, and as he went deep into my body, I cried out, "MY GOD, OH MY GOD, BRAD IT HURTS, STOP, AUGH, NO MORE. TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE BRAD TAKE IT OUT IT HURTS, AUGHHHHH." That I had just lost my virginity was so sudden and I wasn’t prepared in my mind it was going to happen, yet I knew Brad was guiding his penis into me, I somehow didn’t relate in my innocent mind, that I was about to have sex. This was my first time to be with a man, and I had never been even kissed, let alone have my nipples nursed on, and my sex parted by the prong of a man. I started crying, and the pain was intense, and for at least ten minutes I felt my body being probed by the hardness of Brad’s firm erection. When Brad was finished, I saw him rise up from me, and his penis and his pelvic area was covered in the blood from my lost virginity. I knew that it had hurt because of my being a virgin, and when Brad told me, "Stacey, you had the toughest cherry I have ever burst, and I hope it wasn’t too painful for you." I was still crying, and wondered how I had allowed myself to dance, and have sex, and with someone I had only known for a brief time. Perhaps my parents and the elder of the church were correct, and I had only wanted to taste of the fruit of the flesh. My purity was gone, and what had I gained, other than the money. Brad, took my hand in his and told me not to cry, but come with him, as he had a small bathroom, with a shower in his office, and he led me to a door that opened into the shower. We washed together, and I felt sore between my legs when his hand washed my sex. After our shower, we went back into his office, and this time I watched as Brad lay a towel down on the leather sofa, and was moving me onto my back. "Not again, at least tonight, I hurt from the first time, can we wait?" The answer I received was to once more feel Brad driving deep and hard in my sex, and this time it seemed to last forever. Once more, we showered as there was more blood from my torn virginity. My sex felt raw and like it was on fire, and when I got out of the shower, I dried off, then walked into the office and dressed. I put my money in my purse, and walked from Brad’s office as he was asking me to not leave, that we could go get something to eat. When I got out the door, I saw a couple of cabs, and I took one back to my hotel, and after getting into bed, cried myself to sleep. I awoke the next morning, and thought to myself, "Stacey Milton, you messed up, you have sinned very badly, and have tasted of the flesh of men, twice, no what?" The money gave me the ability to enjoy my vacation, but I wondered if I should contact Brad, but knew he had plenty of girls he could enjoy, and I was just one of many. I dressed up a little conservative, and as I dressed, realized that in one day of my ten-day vacation, I had become s stripper, lost my virginity, and felt like a prostitute by having done two things that cost me my purity. Leaving the hotel, Stacey walked down the street to the nice restaurant she had eaten in yesterday, and once more sat at the counter. The morning crowed was filling the place, and Stacey was enjoying her second cup of tea, when the voice next to me asked, "May I have the sugar, please?" Handing the sugar to the man, with a warm voice, and as he took sugar, his fingers touched Stacey’s hand. He smiled and told me, "Thank you; vacationing?" "Yes, does it show that much?" "You are dressed very nicely, but not in office attire, so I assumed you’re on vacation." "How about yourself, I see you have a suit and tie on, do you work downtown," Stacey asked the refined looking gentleman? That broke the ice, and Stacey learned that the man was in town for a convention, and as they spoke over their respective breakfast. Stacey found it was nice to speak with someone who was older, yet not so old she could enjoy speaking with him. Before the man left, he asked if they could have dinner together, as he had three more days to be in town, and didn’t know anyone. Finally. He convinced Stacey to meet him in the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel, which was directly across the street from the restaurant they were eating in. Stacey was a little concerned with speaking with the man, and agreeing to meet him for dinner, as she didn’t know his name, so she commented, "May I introduce myself, I’‘m Stacey Milton." Reaching out his hand to shake hers, he replied, "Sorry for my lack of manners, "I’m Walt Hanson, and I will see you for dinner around six." They spent another five or so minutes speaking about where to eat, and the man finally said, I know a very nice restaurant, so I will likely wear a suit, as the restaurant is somewhat expensive. As the man walked away, Stacey felt good, like she had met someone who she could enjoy being with, like her grandpa, when he was still alive. After finishing another tea, Stacey went to pay her bill, but found that Walt Hanson, had paid for her breakfast. That made her feel good, and made her at ease in knowing he enjoyed her company enough to pay for her food. Leaving the restaurant, Stacey looked at the pamphlet and decided she could walk to the art museum, and she spent the morning and until two in the afternoon, waling through the museum and studying some paintings she recognized from her high school art classes. Leaving the art museum, Stacey was hungry, and as she walked down the sidewalk, saw a deli, and she entered the restaurant and ordered a bowl of matzos ball soup. During her life of being somewhat isolated from the real word, because of the church she went to with her parents, Stacey had found reading a pastime which gave her pleasure in learning of life, and also occupied her time in pleasant way. Stacey had often read about foods, and she understood that matzos were something the Jewish people ate during Passover. Stacey picked up the Times, as she had entered the deli, and enjoyed reading the paper as he ate her soup, and had hot tea. When she got to the entertainment, she saw the plays that were playing on Broadway, and looking through the ads, decided to attend one the Broadway plays, while she was still on vacationing in New York. Leaving the restaurant saw a dress in a window of ladies store, and she entered the store to see if she could find a new dress she could wear tonight when she had dinner with Walt. Looking through the racks of dresses, Stacey found the dresses were extremely pricey. An the sales lady walked to her and asked, "May I help you miss, you look very nice, and if you find something you like, let me know, and I will try assist?" Looking at the many dresses hanging on the racks in small cutouts in the wall and on the racks, Stacey found one dress, and it was a deep red, that she fell in love with, and when she saw the price was $299, she held it up in front of her. The sales lady walked to where she was standing, asking if she would like to try the dress on? "Yes, but it is somewhat expensive, but I will try it on." The dress was too large for Stacey and she was somewhat disappointed and felt relief, as she realized the dress was more than she had planned on spending. Looking in the face of the sales lady, Stacey asked if she had anything less expensive, but with the same red material. The lady told her no, but she knew that the young girl likely didn’t have a lot to spend but for some reason she wanted a nice dress. In her innocence, Stacey was telling the clerk about meeting Walt over breakfast, and he had invited her to eat with him at an expensive restaurant, that she wanted to look nice. Within the next twenty minutes, Stacy saw a lovely emerald green evening dress, but it was $399, and at the request of the clerk tried the dress on. Looking at herself in the three mirrors on the dressing room walls, Stacey couldn’t believe how attractive the dress looked on her. The sales clerk asked through the door if the dress fit her, and Stacey said yes, would you like to see me, in your lovely dress. Stacey, opened the dressing room door, and when the lady saw her in the dress, she was taking back by the image of the girl in the Milan designer’s one of a kind dress. When the clerk asked Stacey, "Walk through the store a little so I can see how you look in the back as well as in front. "You’re perfect, and lovely, it is as if the dress was made for you," the clerk said to Stacey. Stacey told the clerk she loved the dress, but it was more than she wanted to spend, as she was going to be in NYC for another seven days, so she had to spend her money wisely. The clerk asked where she was from, and within moments, the sales lady had heard how Stacey had lived until she finished high school. Stacey told about her father, and the church’s repressive ways, and she had planned her trip, on her own. When Stacey said she was saving money to attend fashion studies at an art college, the clerk knew the moment he heard the teenage girl, that she only had a small amount to spend. The chance meeting of the girl and the man who invited her to dinner did give the girl’s ego a boost, and she made a snap decision. "Miss, you take that particular dress off, and I believe I have another one in the storage room just like it." Stacey felt nothing to embarrass her when she pulled the dress over her head, and was standing in front a strange female in only her lace bra and panty set. "Be back in a jiff, so don’t run away." As Doriann walked to the storage room, she was amazed at the breast of the girl. Waiting just a moment, she carried the dress back to the dressing room, tapped on the door, and handed it to Stacey. "Wait just a moment, and I’ll be right back," the clerk told Stacey. Doriann greeted a couple of other women who had entered the store, and he told them she was assisting a customer, and then walked over to the lingerie, and got out an expensive lace bra. The cups on the bar would allow the entire nipples and breasts to show through the material. Walking back to the dressing room, the sales clerk, said, "Okay, I have a bra you need to wear with the dress," and handed Stacey, the bra to try on. Doriann, had removed the tags as she carried the bra to the dressing room. Stacey was somewhat taken back as the clerk handed her a bra, and she knew it would show her breast through the lace. Reaching behind her she unsnapped her bra, pulled off her arms, then stood for a brief moment with her breast exposed to the clerk. The fact her breasts were being seen by the clerk did not bother Stacey. Then she put the dress on, and looking in the mirrors, knew she was a knockout in the dress. Doriann, looked at the seductive and attractive looking young girl and reaching out pretending to be ensuring the dress fit properly. "You’re truly beautiful, and you will catch everyone’s attention this evening in the dress." As she spoke, her hands passed over the larger breast on such a small body. When her hands cupped Stacey’s breasts, the teenager understood she was being molested. "The dress had been marked down to $135.99, and you look terrific in the dress." Stacey decided to purchase the dress, as it was less than half the original price. As she pulled the dress over her head, the clerk took the dress and hung it on a hanger. Then Doriann told Stacey, to stand still, and she would unfasten the bra she had the girl try on. As she unfastened the bra, Doriann reached out from behind the teenager, and cupped her breasts in her hands. Stacey felt thrills pass throughout her body as her breasts were being manipulated by the clerk. Then she felt the clerk move one hand down and slip it inside the waist of her bikini panties. Stacey was nervous but was afraid what she should do, but had no fear of being touched intimately. For a few minutes, Stacey felt her sex being fingered and wasn’t upset with what the clerk was doing. "Stacey, perhaps we can go to the theater tomorrow night, and I have a friend who can get me tickets inexpensively." "Yes, I would love to go to the theater with you, and I will give you name and room number where I’m staying." That evening Stacey was in her new bra, and dress as she walked into the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel, to meet with Walt. Not seeing the man, she took a seat at a table in the bar, and ordered a soft drink. Entering the bar, Walt saw the young girl, and walked over to where she was seated. "Hello, and how are you this afternoon, Stacey? I need to clean up before we go out, so will you accompany me to my room while I shower and change clothes?" "I guess that will be okay, and I have had a terrific day," Stacey replied. Walt quickly showered and put on his clean suit and shirt, and then walked out and took Stacey’s hand in his, and helped her to her feet. They went to eat in a French restaurant, and then the theater. After the theater, Walt took her to his hotel, and Stacey knew if she enter his hotel room what he would want. Pausing for moment, Stacey looked at Walt and... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 37