And now Arina stood backstage and in a panic looked at three men from the other side. How did she get here? What led her to this small private club, where several men she knew relaxed, comfortably sitting on soft sofas? A few more “compartments” occupied by other visitors were a little less concerned about the young woman ...

The men had a snack, drank a little, and now they were waiting for the nail of the program - striptease. And she, Arina, was also about to emerge under the light of several bright lamps. She was not a professional, and according to the script she was assigned only a minor role. But...

Arina's panties were irretrievably gone, so she had to rush into the dressing room, only straightening her short skirt and wearing a jacket. Everything would have been nothing, but Olga was already waiting for her.

- Where were you? - she pounced on the woman, reddened under the mask from the fact that I had to mumble something implausible in response. Do not say that two men had just fucked her for money, having finally finished in the mouth! - Undress quickly, it is necessary to screw it all up on you.

Olga showed an armful of transparent chiffon. By prior arrangement, Arina did not need to do anything outstanding during the dance. She was supposed to act as a minor character. Olga then said that when she found out that Arina is engaged in ballroom dancing: “I will perform the main part with the boys, you will be turned into something, and all you have to do is to dance in the background, but when you need to be a simple partner. With you all will be removed without your participation. "

In the conversation, everything sounded easy and simple, but now ... Arina looked with horror at the transparent chiffon, designed to inflame the man more with feminine charms under him than hide the nudity. But the worst thing was that now Olga will make sure that she is not wearing panties! And neither avoid it, nor convincingly lie.

- Well, what are you slow? - Olga shouted - The boys were already waiting!

With hopelessness and a sense of inevitably looming shame, Arina pulled off her jacket and then her skirt. Olga immediately flew up to her with a hem of transparent fabric in her hands. And she stopped, blinking her eyes, her fine eyebrow crawled upward, and her sensual lips parted slightly in a contemptuous grin:

- Is that so? That is what I feel: you smell of sperm! But where did you lose your panties? BUT?

- This is not what you thought! - Arina threw up, rejoicing in the mask on her face.

- Come on! Here's a new one for you, and now stand still and do not twitch, little slut.

Arina started, feeling herself flying into the abyss: Olga guessed! The last hope collapsed that she would be able to remain in the eyes of her friend as a victim of circumstances due to which she had to engage in striptease. After all, recently Arina declared to her stripper friend that exposing a body for money is the same as prostitution, and now she is not only going to perform an obscene dance, but has already allowed two males to use herself for money! However, Olga could not guess either the number of men or the sex they had paid for, so you can be a touchy person who only yielded a fleeting passion.And the fact that passion was too clear! She appeared without panties. And Arina, smiling at an innocent, slightly shy smile, wanted to say something like that “the man was so good and charming, and I could not resist” ... But then Olga, who began to wrap Arina in the first transparent sheet, is like a sin. fabric, touched the jacket, neatly hung on a stand-alone hanger. And from the pocket on the floor fell bills earned in a private room.

Olga's elegant eyebrows went up to her forehead, and her plump lips opened in a silent exclamation: “Ooohhh!”.

“And I also thought whether it was worthwhile to SO expose you ... Well, you chose your own destiny,” said the girl and began to wrap her friend into the layers of chiffon with renewed vigor.

Arina froze with horror did not pay attention to Olga's reservation. Still, she, dear, almost homely angel, was caught in obscene cases - selling her body for money! And by whom? A contemptible stripper who can tell her husband about it! "What can I do? How can Olga be explained, or worse, to her husband, that she is not guilty? What circumstances have pushed her to take this step?

And now Arina stood backstage and in a panic looked at three men from the other side. How did she get here? What led her to this small private club, where several men she knew relaxed, comfortably sitting on soft sofas? A few more “compartments” occupied by other visitors were a little less concerned about the young woman. The men had a snack, drank a little, and now they were waiting for the nail of the program - striptease. And she, Arina, was also about to emerge under the light of several bright lamps. She was not a professional, and according to the script she was assigned only a minor role. But...

In the hall was a husband! Yes, not one, but with Vitaly Maksimovich, her university lecturer, and Alexey, who had already tried her pussy and mouth! Arina was shocked ... There, in a private room, she did not realize that Alexey didn’t just come to fuck a whore in a mask, under which he fortunately didn’t recognize her, but came along with her husband to watch a striptease! And she will now have to undress in front of them all. Horrible! And no longer get out of it - Olga stands behind with a malicious smile and waits for their number to be announced. There was only one hope to keep a good name - a mask! A mask that still securely covered most of the face ...

- Everything, go ahead! - Arina flinched from the rumbling voice that resounded above her ear, and then fluttered from disgust, because on her ass smacked the huge hand of Eugene - one of the two huge Negroes who were their dance partners. But she no longer was destined to come to her senses or to besiege the black - she was on a small stage. The big blue eyes defenselessly flapped, and terribly wanted to hide behind his palms, because the views of the gathered men immediately tried to get under several layers of chiffon. Good Olga! That even if depravedly dressed, but still her charms a little more covered - under the red latex. It is necessary to recognize the stripper's outfit was spectacular: tight iridescent latex stockings, the same tiny skirt, more like a low-lowered belt, wide bodice, fitting outstanding bulges. All this was complemented by a collar with rivets and a red mask. Olga and Arina were opposites in everything. One was good, like a devil - all in a tight, red, juicy and tall; the second is just an angel wrapped in airy clothes, fragile, defenseless and innocent, in a graceful mask decorated with frosty patterns. One appeared on this stage because of internal depravity, the second - solely by the will of circumstances beyond its control. At least, that's exactly what Arina thought, as if enchanted, looking at her husband, who was sitting very close by, and with a kind of ruthless grin, shamelessly looked at her. The woman panicked again, feeling like a bug that had fallen into a spider web, but she was not allowed to torment herself for a long time.The negroes turned her around, shaking her with hostility at their touch, and then pushed her into the arms of Olga.

It was a tango. But such a tango, which Arina has never performed before, because her partner was not a man, but a woman, a devil in the flesh and in essence.

- Help me! - Olga hissed in the ear of a friend. - Bend over, pull the legs with a sock! ... And twist your ass like never in your life!

And they spun in passionate dance. Naturally led Olga, widely and broadly, as not every man can. Arina then flew away from her, not falling just because she was held by the hand. And then Olga brought her back into her arms with a strong jerk and pressed her tightly to her, putting an arm around her slender waist. Their breasts touched and squeezed in that direct contact when arousal occurred. But this is not enough - sometimes Olga literally threw Arina at the bend of her elbow, forcing her to bend back, almost touching blond ones ...