What a night! What an experience!
I should really be in bed, but I’m now too hyper to sleep, so I’ll write about it all.
Well, I met Mel at the pub, and, from the top down/outside in, I had feather coat, feather boa, little sparkly dress, choker, corset, suspender belt, elbow gloves, knickers, stockings, heels, nipple pasties and the c-string thing. I felt both ridiculous and amazing.
I was so nervous and Mel said I could have one drink in the pub, but no more as I needed to keep my coordination. She was right, because a drunken fall when half-naked would not be a good thing.
We were already getting plenty of stares because Mel was in a slinky dress but we’d given our coats to Elise at the bar and my little pink number didn’t cover much at all. I already felt good.
I have no idea what happened for the first half an hour because I was just too nervous. And then I got called up by the compere (who was a man in drag, because there seem to be a lot of men who are into this).
So I took my coat off and put it on the back of the chair and I could hardly walk to the stage.
I started standing behind it, and then as the music started all the practice came back to me. It was too surreal for me to even register that there was a pub full of people watching me.
But I still feel incredibly self-conscious as soon as I started to move to the music. I would say dance, but it didn’t feel like that, because my limbs felt so heavy and my joints so wooden.
Then I caught Mel’s eye and she smiled and nodded and suddenly I felt like I could do it.
And the routine is so quick that I was out of my dress in under a minute. A combination of side zip and strapless comes off so easily!
Then the choker comes off. I dunno why something so small feels so erotic, but I feel sexier with it on. But I didn’t set the order so hey.
And the audience made some noise once I took of the corset. It happens with my back to them, but you can see I’m not wearing a bra. I couldn’t resist a glance down to check the nipple pasties had stayed stuck on. (They had!) But even when they saw them I think if you were further back you might not know I had anything covering my nipples. It’s way more daring than anything else I’ve seen on the two nights I’ve been there.
But when I started untying my knickers there were some open mouths, like very much “I can’t believe this is happening”, and now I could pick out some of the eyes looking at me, or rather looking at my body because I was all but naked from the waist up. And when I turned to face everyone they all stared at exactly the same point: the tiny little dark triangle of the c-string that barely covers anything.
I mean, I had stockings and the suspender belt and heels still on by then, but I was as close to naked as can be. It was amazing!
Next came the shoes and the stockings, and as soon as I felt the air and the cool wooden stage on my feet I felt like I was naked too. I’m going to say it again: it was amazing!
Then the suspenders go, because what’s the point of them anyway, and I’m left with a feather boa, a c-string and nipple pasties, but really if anyone wants to inspect any inch of my body there’s nothing stopping them.
It all happened so quickly. I know it’s only under four minutes, but it was the blink of an eye. And then there was a whole load of applause and whistles and I collapsed in giggles and the compere came back on stage and without thinking I scuttled back to my seat to sit next to Mel and she gave me a hug and said I was amazing, and my heart nearly burst. And a people on other tables were still looking at me (and my body) and smiling, and then it dawned on me that all the clothes (or what passed as clothes, because there wasn’t much) were still scattered around the stage.
I was going to go and get them, but then I thought: why? Everyone here has just watched me strip, and they’ve seen everything, so why not just enjoy it and sit here and bathe in the attention?
Elise brought me a drink, gave me a hug (which felt really weird on bare skin) and said I was fantastic and the best show she’d ever had here, and made me promise to do it again in two months. I said I wasn’t sure, but Mel said “Of course she will”, so I guess I’m doing it! I suppose I’ve learnt it once so may as well make the most of it, although it does mean I’ll have to say this lean.
The funny thing is, sitting there pretty much nude, I had literally not a single man come and talk to me or try to buy me a drink! I mean, I didn’t really see anyone who looked single and interesting, but still! I do wish someone had at least offered, or tried to chat me up. But then I suppose it’s kind of intimidating going and talking to a near-naked woman unless you’re really confident.
At the end of the night Elise insisted on taking a photo of me next to Mel, and then Mel took one of me with Elise’s arm around me. My head was spinning too much to complain but I’m not sure I want to see those photos.
Anyway, that’s the story of the night. Now how on earth am I going to sleep after that rush?