Burlesque:
Part 1: Peggy
In retrospect, this was not how Stephen imagined spending the night of his eighteenth birthday. Jack had practically drug him around all of New York. An eyebrow rose as he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at Jack. "Where are we?" He asked.
Jack grinned as he glanced at Stephen before he stepped forward to the man in front of the door. "Excuse me, sir. We're here to celebrate my friend's birthday and we have tickets." Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out the tickets handing them over
The bouncer looked them over. "Can I see your IDs?" Without so much as a word, the three of them took out their IDs and showing them to the bouncer. He nodded his head as he moved out of the way, letting them in. "Have a nice time, gentlemen."
As they entered, Stephen glanced around. The room was filled with well-dressed men and women. Stephen suddenly felt under dressed, wearing what he had worn to class that day. He frowned as he glanced over at Jack. "If you had told me, I would have dressed up more."
Jack grinned as he put an arm around Stephen's shoulders. "Why don't you go find a seat? The show will begin any minute now."
Stephen blinked. "Show?"
The grin on Jack's face only grew. "Yep. It's your birthday and I thought you needed to celebrate with a show."
"Fine, I'll go find somewhere to sit." Of course, as soon as Stephen spoke, he realized that finding a spot would be near impossible. This place was crowded to the brim. Unable to find a spot for the two of them, he found an empty spot at a table with a couple of other men who were dressed in suits. He slid into the empty seat, hoping they weren't saving the spot for a third party.
As soon as his butt touched the chair a well-dressed man came out on stage. "Good evening, New York!" The crowd applauded politely. "Let's start the evening off right. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, the illustrious, Dusty Cox!"
The crowd began clapping and the lights came up on the stage and music began to play. A young woman was sitting on a horse that looked like it had come straight off a carousel. She was dressed in a black and gold gown, golden gloves that came up to her elbows. Her brown hair was pulled up in a way where were curls were just touching the brown skin of her shoulders.
Stephen glanced at the crowd before he looked back at the woman on stage. She was now straddling the horse, rocking it back and forth, grinning. A moment or two passed before she dismounted the horse, standing as she brought her hands to her hair before she drug them down her neck to her breasts, to her hips before resting them on her thighs.
He watched as she held out a gloved arm, running the other hand over it before bringing the fingers to her lips. She gripped the glove between her teeth, pulling it off before she tossed it to the side. The other one joining the first moments later.
Brown eyes left the stage as Stephen looked around for Jack. What kind of show had he dragged him to? He had told him that he didn't want to go see strippers, however, it seemed like Jack hadn't listened.
Sighing, he looked back at the stage watching as she walked back up to the horse, grabbing the pole. She rocked it forward, eyes closed as she licked the pole. Stephen shifted in his seat, suddenly very aware of the men sitting next to him.
Dusty made her way to the center of the stage. She started with her hands on her thighs, up her hips, stopping there. She opened her skirt all the way, turning around as she held it open. Grinning, she looked over her shoulder. She pulled the skirt up, showing off her nice round ass cheeks that were poking out of her thong. She brought the skirt back down, teasing them. She brought it up once more before tossing the skirt off to the side.
Oh, I'm going to kill Jack. Stephen thought to himself. While it wasn't a strip club, this woman was still stripping. Jack had gone against his wishes, but he had to admit, she was enchanting to watch.
"First time at a show?"
Blinking, Stephen glanced at the man sitting next to him. "That obvious?"
The man laughed, nodding. "A bit. The woman performing tonight they're sisters and they're all wonderful performers.
Stephen nodded as he looked at Dusty back on stage. "Really? I don't think anything can top her," he murmured as she kept watching. It sounded like the other two who were going to perform were wonderful as well. Of course, he didn't think anyone could top the woman he was currently watching.
She kicked off her shoes and sat on the horse, rocking back and forth. She brought up a foot, running her hands up her stockings as she began to peel one off. She swung it over her head, tossing it onto to the floor, bringing up her other foot to pull her stocking off.
He licked his lips. Her hands came up to where the bodice was, unzipping it. She kept it front of her midriff before puling it to the side, revealing her stomach, bring it back. She licked her lips, grinning as she moved it out of the way one more time and tossed it over her shoulder as it joined the other pieces of her clothing on the ground.
Dusty stood there in her bra and thong. Her hands came up to her hair and removed the pin that was keeping her curls in place. Her dark brown hair came tumbling down to her shoulders. Her hands came up to her breasts, giving them a squeeze as she pushed them up for a moment.
As the crowd cheered along to her movements, Stephen found himself doing the same thing. While nothing much was being left to the imagination, at this point, he wanted her to finish and take off her bra. He wanted to see it all. The woman was teasing them, acting like she was done, like she was going to leave.
After she got the crowed cheering loudly, she grinned as she reached behind her, undoing the clasp with ease.
His brown eyes fell directly onto her breasts. They were perky and bouncy and just perfect. He wanted to hold them. Her nipples were covered by tassels.
She walked over to the horse, sitting on it with her back to the audience. She bent over, hair cascading down to the ground, showing off her breasts as she bounced them and allowing the tassels to swing around. She made them jiggle as she sat back up on the horse, the song coming to an end.
The man came back on stage as she dismounted the horse, grinning. He held out his hand to her as the audience began to clap. "Isn't she great everyone? Let's here it for Dusty Cox."
Stephen sat there, watching as she left the stage. He glanced down at his pants, shifting in his chair.
He certainly wasn't going to forget this performance anytime soon.
AN: So, I've been working on this for a while now but wasn't planning on posting it until January but I was able to edit it before then. There's going to be two more chapters after this but I don't think they'll up until January and for anyone wondering Dusty Cox is Peggy's stage name and the chapter is from her real life husband's point of view. All chapters are going to follow the same format. Also, Peggy's burlesque dancer persona is inspired by Charlotte Treuse who you can find on youtube if anyone wants to check her out. Until next time!