Susan Carter - The hidden camera

They arrived in Cicero laughing and joking, piling out of the cab and staggering around on the sidewalk. One look told Nancy they were in a sleazy neighborhood. The street was lined with cheap bars with sagging rooming houses above them. Yet there was a carnival kind of atmosphere going on. People strolled the street. Drunks lurched along or else stood spraddled on a corner and delivered long, incoherent speeches. Music and laughter came from the bars. A patrol car silently cruised the block with quiet attentive policeman inside, watching, evaluating.

The bars were poor yet colorful. Dixieland jazz came from one, ragtime from another, as people spilled out onto the sidewalk, laughing and staggering, or couples pushed into bars that were dark… barely lighted… and groped along for a table or stool, watching one end of the bar that wasn't visible from the street. There, it was brightly lighted, and there one could always see a girl in various stages of undress. The block was renowned far and wide for its strippers, and they worked night and day, bumping and grinding it out, shedding their clothes until they stripped naked. Then, pumping their naked loins rhythmically and lewdly, they would dance off the tiny, brightly lighted stages. Into such a bar went Tom and Nancy and Rita.

Nancy let herself be guided in the pitch black. Tom had his hands around her slender, beautifully molded waist while Rita, behind her, placed her cupped hands high on Nancy's fully swaying buttocks. Nancy jumped when she felt the hands… thinking: aren't they kind of low? Rita's hands were virtually cupping the snowy twin cheeks of her sensuously shaped ass. Nancy could feel her warming fingers through the material and her flimsy panties. She reasoned, drunkenly, that it was only Rita, and it was dark and no one could see and… it felt good.

The small, dimly lit bar was crowded and the three of them found they had to stand at the bar. Most of the people in the bar were men and most of them were drinking beer from bottles and watching the stage at one end of the bar. It was a tiny stage, barely big enough for one person to stand and do a little dancing. The juke box was blaring out a rock tune, and a young girl was dancing up on the stage.

In the dark, feeling Rita's hands almost caressing her softly full buttocks, feeling Tom's arm around her waist and feeling his big beefy hand sliding over her stomach, Nancy permitted herself a smutty smile. She felt wicked and was dying to tell someone where they had been and what they had seen. If people only knew, they wouldn't be so interested in the stripper, if people only knew, the stripper would seem mild in comparison. Nancy watched the stripper with a calculating eye.

The girl was down to a spangled brassiere and a sequined G-string. She was very young and had a voluptuously slender body with a slim waist and big breasts that bounced and quivered as she danced. She was wearing high heels that helped exhibit her shapely legs and figure all the more. Her eyes and wet lips making a pouty expression, she lewdly thrust her groin out. Idly, her fingers toyed with the G-string. "Take it off!" a gruff voice came from the dark audience.

Slightly drunk, Nancy cocked an eyebrow. She leaned back and turned her head, whispering into Rita's ear. "Hell, I could do better than she is."

As if to answer, Rita gently kneaded the vibrant flesh of Nancy's hips and let her fingers slip lower to gently feel the voluptuous curves of her ass-cheeks and that velvety tingling place where her cheeks met up between her legs. Nancy felt as if her face was on fire as she slowly and wantonly wiggled her hips and buttocks.

Tom, feeling her lewd motion with his hand and arm, looked down at her luscious torso. Drunkenly, his eyes bloodshot, he asked, "Whatcha say?"

Nancy licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from repressed excitement. "I said I could do better than she is."

Tom looked blearily at the stage, at the young stripper who held the curtain between her writhing thighs and ground a rhythm out. "Hell, yes. Damn right!" he said.

The three of them laughed together, and it seemed that Tom and Rita were fondling her rather… intimately. Their hands were getting a little bold. Nancy laughed from tension and excitement. She was in a wildly drunken mood… the kind of mood she knew could end up in a sick headache or intense excitement. Something was in the air… it was no ordinary night in her life… she began dancing, her feet in place, only her body moving in a sensuous rhythm in time to the music. She let her magnificent hips do a bump and grind. Actually, she was mocking the girl on the stage, yet it came out as brazen and sexy, and Nancy swiped one hand over her eyes, amazed at her own audacity. She had moved like a slut, and the feeling she got from it was daring and… exciting.

Tom and Rita let go of her and pressed away from her, giving her a little room in which to dance.

Closing her eyes and running her hands through her long, coal-black hair, Nancy let herself go and was surprised by her carnal thoughts as she let her hips sway and pump lewdly.

It all happened spontaneously… none of it was really planned… Nancy began dancing and found herself carried away by the daring idea… she knew she was good and better than the girl up on the stage. She opened her eyes to see she was dancing in the dark, ringed around by tightly observant faces. Men were all around her… she saw their faces… saw Tom and Rita grinning… saw more and more faces turned to her as she danced. She danced with her arms held away from her body. Her ripely curving hips swaying with a liquid lewdness. The men watched her with tight, horny smiles. Here was a truly beautiful girl… here was a girl with a face and figure that looked like it belonged at some wealthy country club… here was class with a body that was nothing short of magnificent. The regulars on the block pressed around her. They had heard of girls like her coming to slum and staying to lewdly fuck all comers. Each of them had heard stories or seen such a thing happen; now, in front of them, it was happening once more, and they were all going to be involved in a night to remember.

It was obvious to everyone that Nancy was almost in a wanton mood and trance. She danced with her full sensuous mouth parted in a slack smile, showing her clean white teeth and wetly parted lips. Her eyes were melting and heavy-ridded. It was obvious she had too much to drink, for she swayed as she danced, catching herself with a lewd loose hip movement.

Nancy danced and the men moved, always a ring around her, always guiding her toward the stage. Nancy could hear the music getting louder and she moved toward the sound, running her open hands slowly up and down her lovely long thighs. The ring of men parted and Nancy saw the brightly lit empty stage. Her eyes were languid and smoky, as she saw the stage and slowly realized that the stripper was gone.

Her smile broadened as she boldly stepped up on the tiny stage and stood with her back to the audience, her hands tangled in her long hair. Wantonly, provocatively, teasing every man in the place, she thrust out her smoothly rounded buttocks and let them undulate and slowly rotate in time with the music. She didn't care much where the stripper was and assumed she had left. At that moment, Nancy wasn't thinking much… she was feeling.

She was feeling more lascivious and lewd than she ever imagined she could. Her proudly thrusting huge breasts were rising and falling as she panted for breath, yet she could not stop her body from writhing and undulating slowly.

She waved her broad, beautifully shaped buttocks at the audience then whirled around to face them, her back arched, her proud young breasts thrust out, and slowly, obscenely thrust her pelvis out at the men.

A film of perspiration was on her face and her smile was lewd and easy, her eyes unfocused, her mind awhirl with pulsating feeling and drunken daring. Her brassiere barely covered her huge melon-round breasts, and every man looked, realizing it was all real: she looked even better than when dressed.