Well, finally, we passed this fucking test. We decided to celebrate such a wonderful event as it should be. Here, my girlfriend Pomelo, and invited the entire student group to go to Show girls for a striptease. Pam - quiet, and threw such a number. All our boys enthusiastically shouted:

- Bravo, Pam, bravo!

Well, what was I supposed to do? Without hesitation, announced that I myself am going to speak there today. There is such a performance on Fridays in this strip club, Amateur Night-amateur night is called, any female person from the audience can come out on the platform and try herself in striptease.

Here it began! Screams, whistles, screams. The girls tried to reason with me:

- Look, Vika, your husband will find out if something did not work out!

- You do not lay down - no one will know. Well, quickly promise not to tell anyone about this!

The boys were ready to promise anything, they admitted to Mommy that everything would be closed. Pam said that I was now so brave after the exam, but in the evening I would probably change my mind, but she also promised to be silent. Corey and Susan - two other girls, agreed to my terms without question. At this we parted, agreeing to meet right next to the strip club parked at nine in the evening. Pam and I drove my Ferrari to my house to get ready for the show, the rest of the guys went to celebrate the successful passing of the exam, to a bar in a nearby street.

- Well, you are brave, Vika, I can't even seem so naked to my mother - it is embarrassing. And there are so many strangers, they look at you, evaluate, compare.

- Let compare! - I replied.

“You and your figure have nothing to fear,” Pam said enviously, looking me up and down.

We sat in the car and drove off.

- Pam, you told me that you studied at a private Catholic school for girls. Let us visit you, I have an idea.

At her home, Pam was met by her younger brother, Chris, a fifteen-year-old schoolboy.

- Victoria, Pomelo, Hi!

- Hi, Chris, how is school? Girls do not hurt? Chris snorted and turned away without answering. Pam and I went upstairs to her room.

“You should have a school uniform: a knee-length plaid skirt, a light blouse, a long-sleeved jacket, isn't it, Pam?

- Yes, I have all this preserved, just why are you asking ?: Ah! I understand! Wait a minute, I'll get it now, the size should fit. Pam rummaged through the closet for a long time. Finally pulled out her school uniform.

- Well preserved, you only need to stroke. She dragged the iron and quickly, skillfully and gently ironed everything.

- Do you have any of the underwear in the same spirit. I asked. Pam opened the drawers from the laundry closet and began sorting through the contents.

- Um, that's a good thing, just coming to our occasion. I pulled out silk knickers — such long trousers with mendies below.

- I chose a bra on wide straps, with a clasp in front - thank God, Pam's chest was right in school, it will suit me, there are no problems with the size

- 34D.

- Come on. Time is short, I still need to put myself in order.

- Why do you need to go home? You already have everything you need. You can take a shower and change clothes here, I'll brush you and make up.

“Not only I need to comb my hair, but I also need to cut it,” I said, smiling. Pam did not understand at first where I needed to cut, then she guessed, was embarrassed, blushed.

“Why, I’ve got you involved in this story, I’ll do everything that is right now, let's go to the bathroom.”

“Take the shower first,” I said, and sitting down on the toilet cover, lifted the skirt and unzipped the stockings, slowly one by one, rolled the stockings down onto the ankles, stood up, took the dress over my head, crumpled it up and threw it on the table. Pam stood in indecision. I turned away, heard the rustle of the clothes being removed, Pam hurriedly undressed and slipped into the shower stall. I took off my bra, stretched, sighed freely.I unbuckled the belt, lowered my black lace panties to the floor, stepped over them. Turned to the mirror. From the mirror, I was staring at a young, long-haired brunette, smooth, slightly dark skin, a perfect shape with a broad base chest, brown large nipples, a soft shoulder line. Nothing more, but the edges do not glow. Thin, flexible waist, almost flat stomach, narrow hips. Turned into profile: a straight back, a long flexible neck, round full buttocks, slender long legs with thin ankles, like a thoroughbred horse. Aerobics, sauna, massage - all this was not wasted: I frankly admired myself and the thought that today all this would be admired by many familiar and completely unfamiliar people, stirred and excited me.

I pushed the frosted glass door and slid into the booth to Pam.

- Oh! “There is little space here,” Pam said in fright, turning away from my gaze. Oh, that's why Pam doesn't like sleeveless T-shirts, I guessed when I saw the thick vegetation in her armpits. The hair on her body was thick, bright, slightly reddish.

- Well, do not worry, I do not bite, so it will be faster, and help each other. - I soaped washcloth, turned Pam back to me and started rubbing her back. I started from the neck, then moved to the shoulders and shoulder blades, then rubbed her side, lower back, slammed my hand on the buttocks at the end.

“Turn around in front of you, nun,” Pam turned to me with her breasts. Her nipples were tense - it immediately caught my eye.

“You have an interesting bosom,” I told Pam, running my finger around the waist that covered her nipple,

- I have never seen such a form in black women. She was silent, but I gently began to drive a washcloth around and between her breasts. Slippery, poured breasts slipped out from under the washcloth, then I began to help myself with my hand. Pam all this time stood still, her eyes lowered. I lifted her chin and unexpectedly for myself kissed on the lips. Pam sat down, slipped out of my arms, opened the stall door and screamed:

- Chris, you bastard! Scoundrel! Scoundrel!

I looked out, Pam's brother, Chris, taking advantage of the fact that we had left the bathroom door unlocked, imperceptibly entered here to us and spied on us in the crack of the sliding door of the shower stall. Pam, throwing a robe over his wet body, fought with Chris, trying to grab his ear. Soon she succeeded, Chris winced in pain but was silent, did not try to break free, stood in the corner without raising his eyes. Keeping an eye on us, he was still engaged in masturbation, as his pants were unbuttoned and lowered.

- Well, why don't you look now? Look, I'm not hiding, I said, coming closer. But Chris did not raise his eyes, only snuffled under his breath almost crying.

- Tell your parents? Flog? Well, what shall we do with it? Pam asked, looking angrily at her brother.

- Parents always have time to tell, especially if he will continue to behave badly. Flog - it would not hurt, but it's a pity there is no time at all. May he better experience what we have just experienced - shame. Take off your clothes, Chris, lower your pants, and your sister and I will be watching.

Chris stood silently, his head in his shoulders, blushing even more. He did not move.

“Well, we have no time, so move out of here and get ready to talk with your parents.” - I opened the door, and pushed Chris to the exit. He balked, did not want to go, then looked at us from under the lobie, mumbled in a broken, deaf voice:

- And you just do not tell?

- We'll see how you behave, ...