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50 Pounds Bet

... go apeshit when I tell ’em she ain’t turned up. The agency said they ain’t got no-one to replace her neither. Anyway, here you go. That’s three pound eighty, please mate. ” I paid him, picked up the beers and walked outside again. I handed Suzy her beer and tried to keep from laughing. “What are you grinning at?” she asked. “Did you find out which one of them came up to me?” “No, no. But I did find out why. He thought you were a stripper. He was just trying to get first look at you. ” I told her what the barman had said to me, and could tell she was disappointed. I wasn’t sure if she was more bothered that it had only happened because of mistaken identity or because they mistook one of her best dresses for a stripper’s outfit. “You think it’s funny, don’t you?” “No. Not at all,” I said, but I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. “Well, maybe I should go in there and take the stripper’s place. ” I didn’t say anything. I just laughed. “I’ll take all my clothes off in front of the lot of them. Maybe I’ll let them feel me up too. ” “You wouldn’t dare,” I said. “Wanna bet?” “That you won’t do a strip show for all those guys in there? Okay, I’ll bet you fifty pounds that you don’t do it. ” As soon as I had spoken she stood up and headed for the pub. I had no idea whether she would go through with it or not. I went up to the window and saw her speak to the barman, then she walked over to a jukebox in the corner. I picked up our beers and went inside. As I walked through the door, I ...

... heard an old blues number start up, and then I saw her slowly gyrating her hips to the beat. I quickly sat beside a table near the bar and looked directly in to her eyes. She looked back and smiled mischievously. Was she really going to do this? There was no stage in the pub, and she only had a narrow space between the bar and the tables in which to dance. Her audience was only a few feet away from her and they watched avidly as she rocked from side to side, swaying her hips and lifting the hem of her dress at the side, giving us all a glimpse of her panties. First she lifted one side, then the other, and then she lifted it in front, swiftly rubbing a hand over her crotch. After teasing us like this for a while, she sidled over to one of the men standing at the bar, and turned her back to him. She took hold of one of his hands and guided it to the zipper. I watched with mounting excitement as he slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress while his other hand took a firm grip of her ass. Seconds later, she pulled away from him, letting her dress fall to the floor and showing us all her skimpy black underwear. She had never worn anything so revealing in public before. Even on the beach she would never wear just a thong. Every second that she danced seemed to last a whole minute as my heart and mind raced at the spectacle before me. A dozen men were watching my wife dancing sexily, bending over to show them the cheeks of her ass, leaning against them and letting them touch her ...