I worked at a strip club when I was younger. I was a server and a bartender. Sometimes I had to work topless but always wore a string or hot pants. One of my favourite regulars approached me about stripping at his friend’s bachelor party. I was really hesitant but two girls I worked with were doing it and he was offering a lot of money. I ran it by my then boyfriend (now husband) and he was onboard, so I agreed to do it. Leading up to the night I was super nervous but the other girls were really supportive and ensured me I’d have fun. My top came off pretty easily but when it came time to remove my bottoms, I had an “Oh my God, what are you doing” moment. But I powered through and to the cheers of everyone in the room, I was completely naked (except for my heels). There was a lot more touching than I anticipated. A lot of feeling and rubbing my boobs. My nipples were hard all night. The men would also run their fingers up and down my pussy and I was continually wet. It all went well and no one got rough. It’s not something I would make a habit of but I definitely recommend it for anyone who is an exhibitionist or is looking for a confidence boost! I got paid $500 for the night and we girls split another couple hundred in tips! Once the clothes came off, they never went back on until we left later that night. There were other girls that turned up after we had stripped. We were just dancing around. One of the guys brought his girlfriend with him. She was super cool with everything. I really liked her and we ended up taking bumps off each other’s boobs. Anyway, when the lights went off, she pulled her boyfriend’s pants down a little bit and we both stroked him and gave him head for a little bit. The crowd went wild. My boyfriend (now husband) actually became friends with the couple after that night. We never swapped but we had sex in the same room as them a lot! When I got home it was late and I was pretty hyped up. I told my boyfriend all about the night. He got so turned on, he fucked me and then about an hour later. He just kept asking me about it. Next morning, he fucked me again. We still talk about.