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Bestowal

... minutes later, as I'm getting bored, Christie excuses herself, explaining she has to powder her nose. Ten or fifteen minutes later Christie's not back yet, and I'm starting to get a little nervous. I wonder if maybe I should ask one of the dancers to check the restroom out, then hear the DJ announce, "Gents, we've got a very special event for you. Last night was amateur night, but tonight we've got a very special lady for you -- this is her very first time on the stage! Say hello to Christie!" Christie ambles to the stage as a slow song starts, dressed in a man's dress shirt with a tie, short skirt and high heels. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she's clean and fresh compared to the other dancers. As she takes center post, she stops, as if she's confused, then looks around, getting her bearings. Then she closes her eyes, and begins to sway. For a full minute she stands there, grooving to her own rhythm, and I notice that the conversation around the bar has stopped, no clink comes from the balls on the pool table. Only when she has the attention of every person in the hall does she begin to play with her tie, first pulling on the end as if she's going to unknot it. She's toying with the crowd, and although her face is calm, I know how excited she must be -- the fabric of the shirt, as it droops over the curve of her breasts, is crinkled with the extension of her nipples. Finally, she pulls the tie off and unbuttons first the collar, then the top two buttons. By ...

... the time the first song is over, she's exposed nothing more than her legs and a bit of skin below her neck, and hasn't moved her feet from the spot she planted them at the beginning of the music. Everyone in the room awaits her next revealment. A second song begins, a little faster than the first, and now Christie begins to stroll around the dance floor. Another button opens, and now the opening is large enough to expose the swell of her breasts. Facing directly towards me, she leans forward and I catch a glimpse of those perfect globes. She understands the power of this simple movement, and repeats it for a number of her other watchers. Soon she's upright again, and now she's playing with the waistband of her skirt. It seems to be almost an afterthought, and with little ado she steps out of the garment. Every man wishes to see the curve of her hips, but they are disappointed -- the long tail of the dress shirt hides both her behind and front. Exactly on cue, the second song blends into the third, a rhythmic tune with a good beat. Christie's hands move back to the buttons of the shirt, and soon they're all unfastened, clearly exposing the flesh between the mounds. She plays with the fabric, pulling it open a bit, enough to see the curvature, then closing it again, vexing her audience. Soon she advances, and hints of the aureoles are given. Now she takes the opportunity to play with the tail of the shirt, and glimpses of her wonderful arse ensue. It's difficult to see if she is ...