College Wish

I am proud black woman. I have done some modeling work and my 5'8'' slender body helps.

I went out for dinner one evening with my boss, He was an older very handsome white man. we drank and talked, i had a little too much to drink because I confessed that it would be fun if I could go to a ** and dance on stage.

We left and drove to an all-** club frequented by a tough red neck biker crowd.
I spoke to management and made a deal with a dancer to take her slot. I was very nervous as I got up on stage but much to the appreciation of all in the bar.

Because they thought I was so pretty and built, I was instantly a hit. I began to dance but was very nervous. When I finally relaxed a little and knew the guys liked me, I took off her top revealing my black lace bra encasing my large firm **.

My blouse was quickly followed by my jeans. After taking off my jeans I put my black high heels back on. I was impressed and a little surprised that I had gone this far.

I danced around for a while but wasn’t taking off anything else. The bikers grew impatient, and my date let me know. They started calling me names like **, and **. I danced over to my date very nervous but now too embarrassed to take off anything else. this was a bad idea.

I told him that she didn’t want to ‘do this’. He told me that it was a little late to change my mind and these bikers would get ** if I got off the stage. i heard the bikers say they wanted to see my black ** and **.

“Take off your bra and hand me all your clothes.” he told me. I was worried. “Do it!” he told me. I picked up my clothes and handed them to him.

Then I danced in front of him as I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I held it to my chest as I slipped the straps off my shoulders. This move temporarily satisfied the crowd. I hesitated then let the bra fall away from my chest revealing my ** and turning my whole-body red. He reached up and I handed him my bra.

I crossed her arms across her chest as I danced. This move upset the bikers. I wanted to cry. “Please don’t make me do this.” I told my date. I’m not making you do anything, you wanted to do this he reminded me.

I looked at him for help. All he said was “**”. All I could do was plead with my eyes. He mouthed ‘**.’ again

I was on the verge of tears. He held his hand out and I reached for the waist band on my **. I turned her back toward the crowd and slowly pushed down my ** revealing my muscular **.

I let my ** fall to my ankles and stepped out of them. I squatted down and picked up my ** and without turning completely around handed them to my date then she stood up.

I began dancing nervously again and as I turned around one hand covered her ** and the other arm was across her **.

The bikers were getting upset with my self-censored moves as I danced near my date. I was still within earshot of him when I told her to ‘drop her arms’. I reluctantly did finally exposing her nakedness to 20 plus guys. the bikers were yelling for me to lay on the floor and spread my legs so they could see my **. by now i wanted not to get **. I laid on the floor and showed everyone in the bar between my legs. since i was shaved they could see everything.

When the song ended, I practically ran to my date and hopped off the stage still in her heels telling him that she wanted to go. He stood and took a last drink of his beer leaving me standing and trying to cover up her nakedness with my hands. He picked up the pile of my clothes, took me by the hand and walked her out of the bar, across the parking lot and to his car. i was still naked.

I never forgot that night. I still fantasize about what could have happened and what i let happen in my mind.

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