[Roxanne]

It was a thousand miles away from any place I'd ever been before. I didn't know a soul in town. Oh God, I hoped I didn't know anyone in town. It'd be just my luck that a client would be in the bar -- just passing through.

I seldom have more than one drink. In fact, I am usually the designated driver. As part of the bargain, Stan had to promise to drink orange juice before I would even agree to go in the place.

The bar was named DANCERS! It was off of the interstate about a mile. We were just passing through. There was one subdued sign outside:

"Amateur Night Tonight! First Prize $300!"

We stopped in at the restaurant across the street for dinner. I picked up the local paper. There was a DANCERS! ad on page two. I was looking at it, and fantasizing a little.

The hostess sat down in the chair beside me. "Thinkin' about enterin' honey?"

"Huh? Oh no, just daydreaming."

The hostess looked to be about 40 years old. "I used to dance there. That's where I met her father," she said, pointing to a snappy blonde in her early twenties. "She won again last week. Fourth time this year. I used to win real regular too until a few years ago. I still enter sometimes when they need an extra girl. You oughta enter, honey, the guys'll just love you."

"Oh no, I'm just fantasizing. I could never do that."

"Suit yourself, honey, but it'll be an easy $300. Dixie can't enter this week; they have some silly rule that nobody can win two weeks in a row."

Stan finally found his voice, "Stupid rule."

"Sure is," agreed her mama.

Stan goaded and teased me throughout dinner. Finally I figured 'what the hell.' Nobody knows me here. I'll never be here again. Why not?

We went back to our motel. I showered, shaved my legs and pits, powdered up, and dressed. I wore plain white high cut cotton panties. Not quite a thong, but tight, and thin. If the light was bright enough, it was obvious I was a natural brunette. A white cotton front-hook bra. Almost see through, but not quite. Erect nipples would be obvious in that little number however, I only had one skirt with me, a full wrap around, knee length, so I showed some leg when I took a long step or climbed stairs. I topped it off with a bare midriff blouse, unbuttoned but for one strategic button right over my bra snap, but tied below my breasts

We got there early. I inhaled my first drink, then nursed two more. I read the rules, and filled out an entry form.

Nudity wasn't required of any of the contestants. One of the entrants just took off her blouse and danced in her bra and slacks. Two others just got down to bikinis (actually one was just a 2-piece swimsuit, not even a bikini) and there had been two topless and three nudes by the time it was my turn.

I think the bra would have come off anyway, or certainly because of the first drink. For me to have danced naked certainly required all three drinks.

During the semifinals, two gals came out topless (not me) and two ended up nude (including me). After I won, I danced a winners set of three dances, two nude.

After that, I danced one more set before leaving with the $300 first prize and $65 in tips from my winner's set and the one final set I did.

I certainly won't be doing that again anytime soon (or so I claim) but it was a fun one-time adventure.

We barely made it back to the motel. Dancing naked is better than foreplay, at least the first time. God we were hot!