{ASS} NEW {Vickie Morgan} Exposed (MF, slow) [3/3]

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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

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Exposed, Chapter Three

Several hours later, when the club's doors opened, Kate was extremely
excited. Some unusual muscles were aching a bit but she was eager to
perform. She had been extremely self-conscious at first, but Suki and
the rest of the girls were encouraging and helped her relax. Suki had
found a lovely costume for her that included a mask to conceal her
identity. The mask had been Steve's idea. After the talk show, there
were a couple of journalists in and a bigger crowd than normal.

Kate was standing in the wings waiting for her turn to go on when Suki
found her.

"Kate, I have to tell you something that might change your mind about
performing tonight," she said. "Tom handed out discounted tickets at
the TV studio. Your husband and his floozy are out front. She's not
looking too thrilled, but he's having a fine old time. Maybe you
shouldn't go out there."

Kate laughed recklessly. "But that's perfect. No one is going to
recognise me in this mask. At least I'll find out if he really finds
me so unattractive."

"I think it's a bad idea," Suki insisted.

"Too late now," Kate replied as she heard the first few bars of her
music. Steve's voice, with its fake accent, echoed over the loud
speaker system.

"Tonight, we have the privilege of presenting a very special
entertainer, La Incognita."

Moving to the stately beat of the music, Kate stalked forward, her
skirt swishing behind her. Her hair was piled on top of her head and
secured with a couple of ostrich feathers. Her dress was a version of
an old-fashioned ball-gown. She had high heels on her feet, long
gloves buttoned up to her elbows and a parasol resting on her
shoulder. The mask slightly distorted her view, giving a feeling of
unreality to everything. The lights blazing up at her made it
difficult to see beyond the stage so she concentrated on her routine.
The parasol was tossed aside and she struck a pose as the music slowed
to a long drawn out note. Slowly she raised her hands and unbuttoned
her gloves, dropping them behind her. The beat of the music quickened
as she plucked the feathers out of her hair and began unhooking her
bodice. She gave a shrug of her shoulders and the dress slid down to
pool at her feet.

Clad only in thigh high stockings, a g-string and a tight bodice she
began to move to the beat as the music segued into an Eurythmics
number. Her mind fractured into pieces. One part was completely
freaked out, unable to believe that she was stripping her clothes off
in front of an audience. Another part was close to hysterics,
convinced she was going to make a fool of herself. Another section was
overwhelmed by the reaction of the audience. But mainly she was
concentrating on remembering her routine, being pushed along by the
beat of the music. Gyrating around the perimeter of the stage she
could now catch glimpses of the audience. A feeling of pure feminine
power filled her as she heard the men shouting and chanting as she
removed her bodice.

Spreading her legs, she bent from her waist, grasped her ankles and
jiggled, smiling to herself as men cheered. She dropped to her knees
and began crawling around the edge of the platform. Men were reaching
out and tucking notes into her stocking tops and g-string. She was
wriggling along on her back when she spotted Harry. He was leaning
forward, eagerly waving notes in her direction. She rolled over and
sat in front of him, arching her back to thrust her breasts forward.
He grinned as he tucked notes into her stocking top on the inside of
her thigh. Kate could just glimpse Debbie sat behind Harry looking
bored. She pouted at him and kicked her legs apart as she rolled onto
her stomach. Debbie leant forward and tried to say something to Harry,
but he just snapped back at her and went back to gaping at the naked
flesh before him. Kate sat up and bent over backwards away from him
and couldn't help smirking to herself as he pushed more notes into her
g-string. The music built to a climax and she danced back into the
centre of the stage, twirling around the pole as the music ended.

The lights died and she gathered up her costume and ran backstage.
Elated, she enfolded first Suki, then Steve, into a hug, before
collapsing breathless into a chair.

"That was amazing!" Kate gasped. "Absolutely unbelievable."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," Suki said, laughing at her. "Now give
me that costume and get out of here, we've got work to do."

"Come on," Steve said, taking her arm. "Why don't you use the upstairs
bathroom? You're all hot and sweaty." Slightly deflated. Kate trailed
up the stairs behind him. When they got upstairs, Steve disappeared
into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water.

"Here, drink this," he said, giving it to Kate. Suddenly aware how
little she was wearing, Kate tried to keep her arms in front of her
breasts as she accepted the drink. Steve noticed her gesture and
couldn't help smiling.

"Now you're embarrassed?" he asked sardonically. "I thought the whole
point was for men to appreciate your naked body." Kate gave him a weak
smile and huddled in a chair. "So did it work? Is your self-esteem
sky high now?"

"Kind of," Kate replied. "It's a great feeling to have all those men
paying good money just to see my naked body. Look at all this! Two
hundred of this was from Harry, can you believe that?"

"So now you're happy?" Steve asked.

"Well, happier than I was before," Kate answered. "You don't seem very
happy though."

"I just find it sad that such a lovely and charming woman can only find
self-respect by stripping her clothes off," he said, shrugging.

"That's a bit strange coming from you, isn't it?" Kate asked.

"Most of the girls here are working their way through college or really
need the money to support their kids. Suki and I provide a safe
environment for them. I'm a failed actor, much as it pains me to admit
it. Suki stripped to pay her way through college and then found she
couldn't get a decent job when she finished," Steve explained.
"Everyone here knows exactly why they are here, for the money. It's
just a commercial transaction, pure and simple. But it's completely
different for you. I don't understand why you felt you had to strip
tonight or what it achieved."

Kate flopped back in her chair and stared fixedly at the ceiling. "Try
to imagine how it feels when the one and only person you've had a
relationship with, who you loved and trusted and were intimate with,
tells the whole world that you are unattractive. That, even naked, no
one would find you sexy. Try to imagine that. The only man who's seen
me naked doesn't think it's that great a sight. I needed to know if
I'm really so unsexy. I just needed to know."

"You could have just asked me," Steve said softly. Startled, Kate sat
up and stared at him. "For what it's worth, I think you're one of the
sexiest women I've met in a long time. And I thought that before you
took any clothes off."

Kate blushed. "You did?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, I did. Not that you don't have a lovely body," Steve told her
intently. "But that's not what attracted me. It was the way you
laughed at my accent. The dignity in the way you coped with that talk
show. The way you listened to me. They're the things that made you
sexy."

Kate sat forward. "You think I'm sexy?" she whispered.

"Very," he whispered back, leaning forward until their lips met. Kate
lent further forward, losing herself in the kiss. The soft touch of
his mouth and the gentle probing of his tongue sent warm ripples
through her body. Forgetting how she was positioned, she leant too far
forward and tumbled off her chair to land sprawling on top of Steve.
The kiss was broken and she couldn't help laughing at herself. She had
forgotten she was naked until Steve ran his hands across her skin. She
bit her lip and tried not to gasp when his hands found her breasts.
When his mouth joined his hands, she forgot about self-control and gave
herself up to the sensations shimmering along her nerve endings.

Kate closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the feelings churning
through her body. She was considerably startled when Steve suddenly
stopped and pushed her away. She opened her eyes and looked at him,
trembling. He was flushed and breathing hard.

"Let's just stop a moment," he said slowly. "Much as I'd like to
continue with this, it's probably a mistake."

Kate huddled back into her chair, feeling ashamed and humiliated.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, blinking back tears. Steve sighed.

"You've nothing to be sorry for," Steve reassured her. "We both
deserve something better than a quick one night stand. I don't want to
be some guilty memory, something you're ashamed of."

"I wouldn't..." Kate began.

"Oh, you would," Steve interrupted. "Neither do I want to be just
another thing to boost your self-esteem."

"I didn't plan this," Kate murmured.

"I know, sweetheart. In another time and another place there's nothing
I'd like more than to make love to you. I'd like to think that we may
meet up sometime in the future and maybe something would develop."

Kate smiled weakly. "I'd like to think that too. And you're right, we
would have been doing all the right things for all the wrong reasons.
I just feel so lost."

"Want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

She started to say no but somehow she found herself talking and just
couldn't stop. Steve held her and listened as she told him about her
life. She told him everything, the good times and the bad. All the
good things she had done and all the bad. She exposed herself to him
in a way she had never done to anyone, not her husband or her best
friend. At the end she felt drained, but at peace for the first time
in years.

Steve reached over to get some tissues and tenderly wiped the tear
traces from her face.

"Thanks Steve," she said.

"You're welcome," he said. "Of course I'll have to send you my dry-
cleaning bill. Salt water and silk don't mix. Hey, I got a smile.
And you do have a wonderful smile."

"Does flattery come naturally to you or did you take a course?" Kate
asked, smiling even more.

"Just a natural talent. So, how are you feeling now?"

"Better, much better. I just don't know where I go from here," Kate
admitted. "For the past ten years I've been Harry's wife. Before that
I was trying to get married. I was approaching thirty, all my friends
were married and I was the only one left. So I was real grateful when
Harry came along and was interested in me. Now I'm wondering if the
only reason I married Harry was because I wanted to marry someone,
anyone. We didn't really have that much in common. But all I've done
for the last ten years is be a housewife. If I'm not Harry's wife, I
don't know who I am anymore."

"You can be whoever you want to be," Steve told her.

"You think?" Kate asked.

"Yep. But you have to think that too," Steve said earnestly. "You
don't need a man to define you or male approval to give you self-
esteem. All you need is to believe in yourself."

"You sound like one of those new-age feminists," Kate said.

"Hey, they talk a lot of sense," Steve retorted. "Well, sometimes."

"I suppose so," Kate admitted. "You know, I always wanted to be a
nurse. I've done some St John Ambulance courses and I loved it."

"So go for it," Steve encouraged her. "With the money you get from the
divorce settlement go back and do the necessary training."

"I could, couldn't I," Kate said thoughtfully.

"Of course you can. But save a little of the money for a vacation out
here. I'd really like to see you again.

"I will," Kate said. "I'd like to see you again too. And if I run out
of money, I can always do a bit of stripping on the side."

Copyright Vickie Morgan, March 1999
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