Christy

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This is the story of a typical housewife. There's a house in the suburbs, a typical family, and a 32-year-old housewife named Liz. Liz married Mike, that is, me! We have a five-year-old child. Liz is a very beautiful Asian woman with long, shiny black hair and lovely big eyes.

When Liz was pregnant, she gained a lot of weight. After giving birth to her son, she worked hard on dieting and exercising for years, finally regaining her original appearance.

Now let me describe Liz: she is 160 centimeters tall, with measurements of 35D-21-35. If you were looking for a model to make a sculpture, Liz would be the best choice.

I don't know if it's because of pregnancy, weight gain, or simply maturity, but her breasts have become larger and very firm than before. Even without a bra, they don't sag. Her breasts are the focus of everyone's attention.

From behind, some might think her buttocks are her most beautiful feature—a slender waist with a perfectly rounded bottom. It's astonishing how such a thin waist can support such a large bust.

Alice's long hair reaches her hips, and her perfectly styled bangs accentuate her beauty. Her eyes are stunning, captivating.

Looking at Alice's long legs, rounded hips, and flat stomach, you can't find an ounce of excess fat. Her skin is as smooth as a baby's. Exercise has given her a toned physique, but you can't see any muscle. I love the feeling of holding her.

Alice takes great care of her skin, often sunbathing in a bikini. Her evenly tanned skin is the sexiest I've ever seen. Even better are the sun marks left on her swimsuit—you know, you can't see them, but that will change.

Now for the story. A colleague of mine is getting married, and some colleagues are throwing him a bachelor party. We're going to a topless bar called "Leather and Lace." Joe is marrying Jenny, who is very beautiful but conservative. Joe is excited about the party because he knows he might never have another chance to party at a topless bar—this is the last time.

The party is scheduled for next Friday. I told Alice about it because I thought she had plans with friends that night. Alice is curious about bachelor parties, but she doesn't care where I go; she just wants to know what kind of party it is. She asked if she could go if she could. I told her I didn't care, but others might be a different story. I said it's usually only for men.

Alice asked if there are women there too. I hinted that, except for the accountant, every woman there works in the entertainment industry. She smiled at me shyly, and I felt she thought this kind of party wasn't so innocent. Finally, she asked me to take her to that bar that weekend. I tried not to show surprise, but I was sure Alice noticed. I reminded her that the women there were all strippers, but she said she didn't care. She won the argument, so I only took her on Friday.

On Friday evening, I left our child with Mu and then headed to "Leather and Lace."

Alice wore my favorite red mini-suit, made of stretchy material that folded up like a glove. The dress accentuated her curves, ending just above mid-thigh, and the neckline was so low you could see her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, carried a small red purse, and wore red high heels. I told Alice she could pretend to be a stripper and sneak in, saving on the entrance fee. She playfully flicked my cheek, ignoring my joke.

We had dinner first, and arrived at the bar around 8:30. Everywhere, men craned their necks to look at Alice; I knew she knew too, but she didn't care.

The bar was packed. We found an empty seat, ordered drinks, and the DJ kept blasting upbeat rock music. I noticed some people around us were watching Alice, which made me proud. She smiled subtly at the men and focused on the performance on stage—a plump woman slowly undressing.

Alice was very interested in the show. The woman only performed briefly before collecting tips from the customers. She tugged at her small panties, stuffing the tips into her waistband. Alice was counting the money. I told her the job paid well, and Alice found it very amusing.

Alice noticed that the customers didn't touch the dancer. I told her that anyone who dared to touch her would be kicked out—it was the rule.

Alice said the job was alright if she didn't care about being stared at.

I told Alice to watch out for the people watching her; they were probably waiting for her to perform.

Alice made a face at me and said, "No way!"

I told her that the women here were either strippers or waitresses, and the men would naturally assume Alice was a stripper because of her attire.

She shook her head.

After watching a few more strippers perform, Alice told me she needed to use the restroom. She left for a few minutes, and when she returned, she seemed very excited.

I asked her what was wrong. She told me that a man in a suit had asked her if she would dance for his friend. She said she told the man she wasn't a dancer. The man said it didn't matter.

She said the man had slipped five hundred dollars into her blouse, saying it was a deposit.

As Alice was about to return the money, the man went back to his seat.

Alice excitedly handed me the five hundred dollars and asked me what to do.

I told her to do what she wanted.

I don't know if it was because of the money or Alice's curiosity, but I knew she was going to find those guys.

Alice asked me like a child if I would be angry if she danced for others.

The thought excited me greatly. I felt incredibly proud that the other men found Alice sexy. I told Alice I wouldn't be angry and that she could dance for them if she wanted.

Alice smiled at me, then immediately frowned. I asked her what was wrong. She said she didn't know what to do. I reminded her that she had watched the performances for so long and all she had to do was follow what they did.

She then asked me what if they wanted her to take her clothes off.

I nodded.

She asked me again if I would mind.

I told her to have fun!

Alice laughed again, told me where she was going, and then swayed her hips as she walked away.

Someone led her across the hall, and I changed seats so I could see Alice's performance.

She approached a man's table, said something to him, and the man smiled and pulled out a chair for Alice to sit down.

After about two songs, the man got up, cleared a space near the table, and brought out a bench for Alice to stand on. At this point, sexy music suitable for striptease started playing.

Alice stood on the chair, swaying her hips to the beat. When she reached her hands up, her breasts were clearly visible, and the movement also lifted her skirt. She played with her hair and looked at the men around her, her gaze intoxicating every man she saw.

The men at the other tables also began to watch Alice's performance, their eyes filled with lust. Alice then tousled her hair, letting it fall across her chest and back, and lowered her hands, adjusting her skirt to its original length.

As she adjusted the skirt on either side, her breasts naturally pushed together in front of her chest, then her hands moved upwards, cupping her breasts and displaying their undeniable weight.

The spectators stared, mouths agape.

Alice turned away from the men, lowered her hands, and slowly bent over until her hands touched her ankles.

This pulled her skirt up even higher, and the men could now see her underwear between her legs.

A moment later, she raised her hands, straightened up, returned them to the hem of her skirt, and turned back to face the men, whose lustful eyes seemed to tear Alice's skirt to shreds.

Alice's face seemed to be extending an invitation to every man to "fuck me," looking so wanton that I could sense she wanted sex.

Alice slowly pulled down the straps of her dress; because it was tight, it took some effort. She had to pull the dress open forcefully to reveal her firm breasts. After some effort, her breasts finally appeared before everyone's eyes, and because of Alice's excessive force, they swayed gently in front of her chest. Many "Wow!" exclamations rang out from all directions. Alice's pink nipples attracted everyone's attention.

Alice continued to pull her dress down, past her hips and legs, and finally, she took off her outer garment and kicked it to the nearest man.

Alice, now wearing only a tiny pair of panties, stood among the group of men, exuding unparalleled allure. While most of the dancers were wearing only the lower half of their bikinis, Alice was only wearing panties. Because her panties were so small, a portion of her pubic hair was clearly visible.

Alice's audience began giving tips. Alice forcefully pulled open the waistband of her panties to hold more money. With this tug, many eager hands, while paying tips, casually touched her pubic hair, and some even pretended to casually brush their hands across her thighs. These guys knew the rules, but they still deliberately made these gestures.

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