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Jan smiled and hugged her husband as Heather voiced what the others were thinking. "I don't know how you do it, Jan. Your husband came home furious because Godfrey Fucking Jenkins sent him videos of you topless and then posted them on the internet. Drew just apologized to you for being so angry about it. You're amazing."
"What's amazing is how much we love each other," responded Jan as she remained in her husband's embrace. "Deep down, he knows I'd never betray him. I made a serious mistake. I admit that, but I love this guy and I know he loves me. I'll show him how sorry I am tonight and for some time to come. He'll be getting a lot of makeup sex to help take the sting out of my stupidity."
The next weekend found the six friends sharing dinner at Bill and Betty's house. Once the meal was finished, the main topic of conversation was the reaction to the previous weekend's antics.
"Work has been a bit tense," admitted Betty. "Surprisingly, it's mostly the other women who make snide remarks. The men have been treating me very well, although I have been avoiding that jackass who runs the forklift.
"Since Betty and I work for the same company, I've been able to see the reaction from a different perspective than Betty's. Some of the female employees are asking how Betty found the nerve to strip and how I became so secure with my marriage to allow it. The one guy who was at Pussy Galore and didn't squeeze Betty's tit was very complimentary about the girls' performances and their physical attributes. The fork lift guy fell of the loading dock a little while later and badly twisted his ankle."
"One of the girls had to deliver something to the warehouse and saw Bill talking to the guy a minute or two before the guy fell," revealed Betty with a grin. "I don't think he'll be disrespecting me again, at least as long as I have Bill."
"Six of the guys I work with were at Pussy Galore the night the girls danced," revealed Tom. "They've been telling me what a lucky guy I am and asking if Jan and Betty are married. There have been a few nasty comments but, it's been far better than I expected.
"One asshole, Zane Dunlap, announced he'd pay good money to see my wife's tits," Tom told the group. "We were in the break room, along with four or five other guys. I felt like smacking him in the mouth."
"Did you let him get away with it?" asked Drew. "The guys I work with know what would happen if they talked about Jan like that."
"I had been reading a flyer on the bulletin board before the other guys came in. You know we manufacture modular homes and have about forty men working at any given time. One of the guys at work, Ralph Lassiter, was hit by a drunk driver while taking his six year old daughter to school. The kid's in the hospital with some broken ribs and a concussion. The guy's wife is fighting breast cancer. He had been working two jobs to try to pay the bills, but suffered a broken arm in the accident."
"That's awful. He's sure having a terrible time," offered Heather. "I met him and his wife at the company picnic last summer. They're a nice young family."
"The flyer was a plea for donations and financial help of any kind. They bought a small starter home two years ago and he's behind on his mortgage. It looks like he may lose it," explained Tom.
"That's a tragic story, but what does it have to do with that asshole offering to pay good money to see Heather's boobs?" asked a confused Drew.
"It got me thinking about a fund raiser for Ralph," stated Tom. "This asshole is willing to pay good money to see my wife strip again. I bet there are a lot of guys who think the same way."
"No shit," retorted Drew. "I'm one of them."
"Since we have such sexy wives who apparently like showing off the goods, I was thinking they could indulge their exhibitionist tendencies for a good cause."
"Are you out of your mind?" demanded Drew. "The last time they did that it almost caused three divorces!"
"We discussed why it was such an issue. They did it because they thought we were lying to them, so they made a really dumb attempt for some kind of revenge," replied Tom calmly. "This would be with our knowledge and encouragement, as well as for a very good cause."
"Just a minute," objected Bill. "I'm all for helping out a family down on their luck, but Betty isn't some professional stripper. She's a housewife and mother. She's not showing her breasts to strangers again."
"I think the fact that our wives are housewives and mothers but not strippers, would cause more people to cough up some money to see them," reasoned Tom.
"Do you guys really believe these intelligent college educated women were just uncommonly stupid when they stripped at Pussy Galore that night?" asked Tom.
"If it wasn't stupidity, or insanity, what was it," challenged Bill.
"It was three gorgeous women making up for the excitement they missed in college," offered Tom. "These girls were self conscious and felt unattractive ten years ago. They've spent considerable time and effort to become more attractive, confident and sexy. I'm not sure if even they realize exactly what motivated them the other night, but I don't believe it was anger or revenge. Their husbands going to a strip club isn't something that would make them crazy with anger or feel the need for revenge."
"I see why you might think like that," admitted Drew as he looked at his wife. "These ladies have been very quiet about Tom's suggestion. I didn't hear a lot of protestations. Do you ladies want to do this strip idea of Tom's? No bullshit. Just tell me what you're thinking."
"If Tom wants me to do it, I will," revealed Heather to the surprise of the others. "I have to admit what a rush it was when we performed and how alive it made me feel. Men never thought I looked very good back in college. I was dumpy and never dated. I wasn't even asked.
"I love Tom even more for suggesting I could help raise money like that. My husband thinks I have what it takes. It makes me proud. I'm not just a wife and mom. I'm a woman in my prime and I'm embracing it."
"I'd do it, if Bill told me he was okay with it," added Betty. "My marriage means more to me than the excitement of performing like that. I realized that when I was so worried about Bill divorcing me after the last fiasco."
"I feel the same way," allowed Jan. "It was an amazing experience, but I'll never risk losing Drew and having a broken family. I don't think Drew will go along with it, but I'll be there cheering you girls on if you do it."
"Are you going to let Betty do this?" asked Drew of Bill.
"It isn't a matter of letting Betty do something," corrected Bill. "We have to agree on big things, but I don't tell her what to do or not do. I'm quite surprised that she'd be willing to do this, but I guess I shouldn't be. Tom made a great observation. These women aren't stupid or vindictive. Deep down, they wanted the experience, the appreciation of their beauty and bodies. I'll go along with Betty on this, but I worry about the fallout. We're still dealing with the problems created last time."
"That's the beauty of my plan," countered Tom. "I told Dunlap I was trying to talk Heather into performing again in a fund raiser. If I was successful, he's get to put his money down, just like everybody else."
"I seem to be missing the so-called beauty in that plan," admitted Drew. "How in hell would that be a good thing?"
"We've all been hearing about how we don't keep a close enough eye on our wives. People assume we didn't approve of their impromptu performance because we weren't there. It's a reasonable assumption," admitted Tom.
"I'm telling these guys at work that I'm trying to talk Heather into stripping again. That gives the strong impression that I approved of her first night on stage," explained Tom. "Now they guys think I'm proud of my wife's looks and body. The truth is; I am."
"Oh, Tom! You're the best husband ever!" declared Heather as she once again hugged her husband.
"You two guys are going to go along with Betty and Heather stripping as a fund raiser? I can't let Jan do it, but I'll be there to cheer your wives on," promised Drew.
"That's damn magnanimous of you, Drew," stated Jan with more than a little sarcasm. "You'll stop me from showing my boobs, but you're willing to go stare at Betty and Heather's hooters? Are you against women bearing their breasts for a good cause, or not?"
"I'm certainly not against seeing Betty and Heather topless," replied Drew. "I just don't want anyone to see your ti... breasts. That seems pretty normal to me."
"It sure does seem normal for you," quipped Jan as she shook her head and quickly left the room.
"What the hell did I say that was so terrible?" demanded Drew to those remaining.
"I'll stop at Pussy Galore and see if they're willing to allow a fund raiser at their facility," stated Tom as he ignored Drew's stance on the matter. "I think Heather and I will start the donation pot out with a thousand dollar donation. Ralph's a good man and he's really having problems. He needs friends to step up and help.
"If Pussy Galore goes along with it, I'll make up some posters to advertise the event. I think I'll let it be known that we're looking for more volunteers to perform to take some of the load off Heather and Betty."
"That's a great idea," agreed Heather. "Betty and I would be a lot more comfortable if there were some other women performing. Maybe men won't be staring at our chests quite as much."
"I hate to disappoint you, but men are going to taking long looks at you both, or all four of you, depending on how you look at it," declared Bill. "You two are sexy as hell and men are going to really like what they see."
"Bill! You say the sweetest things," stated Betty as she hugged her husband tightly.
Tom was pleased with the reception Jack Diamond, the owner of Pussy Galore, gave his idea. "I remember those women. They all had nice tits and the crowd was quite appreciative, as I recall. I'll give you Friday night, four weeks from tomorrow. Every penny we take in will go to the fund raiser. I'll give my girls the night off, so you'd better find enough women to fill the dance card."
Tom, with enthusiastic help from Heather, began making posters to place around town. They created a Facebook group dedicated to the event with the knowledge that information always spreads fast on the internet.
Tom was leaving the break room three days after placing two posters on the bulletin boards at work when he was stopped by a woman who worked in the office.
"Tom, are you the one who posted those flyers about a fund raiser at Pussy Galore?" asked the woman without any preamble.
"I have permission from the owners," countered Tom as he prepared himself for a verbal assault from woman. "Let me guess, you don't think women should objectified."
"That's true," replied the woman immediately. "However, a tasteful striptease for a good cause isn't my idea of objectification. I know Ralph from work and I met his wife at the company picnic. They don't deserve the problems they're having. I'd like to sign up to perform."
"You would? That's great. You're very attractive. I'm going to be posting names of the ladies performing on our Facebook group. Is it okay if I tell people you're on the list?" asked Tom.
"Sure, you need to get as many people to attend as possible. Do I just tell you I want to perform, or do you have to see my boobs to be sure I'm suitable?"
"God, no!" responded Tom quickly. "I'm sure you're more than suitable. I'm not doing this to get women to show me their breasts, although on some level, the idea is very appealing."
"That was exactly the right answer," replied the woman. "When I told Mr. Barnes I was going to ask you if I could perform, he told me to get my impression of how you're doing this. He made it clear that if it was some sort of questionable or demeaning situation, he'd shut it down in a heartbeat."
"The boss said that? I hope you'll report back that this is a serious fund raiser, even if it's an adult themed event," added Tom.
"I'll do exactly that. By the way, do you think I'll help draw in more donations?" asked the attractive blonde woman.
"Are you kidding? The guys on the floor will give a week's pay to see you on stage," assured Tom as the blonde beamed.
"It's funny how this is working," stated Tom to his friends when they gathered at Bill's house the following weekend. "We started with Betty and Heather. It took a few days, but a couple more ladies signed up. Now I've been getting quite a few calls from women. They ask a lot of questions. The main one is if Heather will be showing her nips and will they be expected to do the same."
"What do you tell them?" asked Betty with interest.
"I tell them it's a strip club. Heather will be wearing a g-string and that's all, at least by the end of her performance. I don't think the people donating money to see the show are going to want to be teased. I explain to them how I think it would be best if they skipped the whole thing if they are too shy to let it all hang out."
"How do the women react to that," asked Bill.
"I think it relieves them. It gives them a reason to skip the whole thing, but two surprised me. They called back and told me to sign them up," revealed Tom. "I'm starting to see a trend here. Good looking women, often married, like to reinforce that they still appeal to the opposite sex. Some just want a good excuse to strut their stuff."
"You don't think all women want to strip if given the excuse, do you?" asked Drew. "I find that hard to believe."
"No, not all women, but more than I would have guessed a month or two ago," replied Tom. "Many don't, while others would like to but their significant others aren't comfortable with it."
"How come you're so supportive of Heather doing this?" questioned Jan as she glared at Drew.
"When I found out that she stripped that night we guys went fishing, I began to see her in a different light. I had been simply thinking of her as my wife and the mother of my kids, but not as the attractive sexy woman she is. I may be strange, but knowing other men so obviously approve of Heather's face and body makes me proud as hell. I'm not the kind of guy who'd like to see her with another man, but I do enjoy that my wife is seen as a sexy desirable woman. It adds to my tremendous appreciation of her many finer points."
"The whole world will see those fine points pretty soon," quipped Betty. "Heather really is beautiful. By the way, Bill and I have decided to donate a thousand to the fund raiser, too. We want to help that family, but we also want to be able to say Heather and I had the drawing power to make the event a success."
"I almost forgot to mention that I'm telling all the ladies taking part in the evening they'll be expected to spend at least fifteen minutes mingling with our donors after they perform, and they'll be doing it in the outfit they wore when they ended their performance," announced Tom. "You said you had to do that at your debut, and I thought it had some merit."
"You're telling them they'll be talking to people in nothing but a thong or something?" marveled Bill. "They're going along with it?"
"So far, although they all insisted they will have a male friend or husband with them, just to keep things from getting out of hand," answered Tom.
"Or getting my things in their hands," responded Betty immediately. "Bill, you need to stay by my side in case that asshole tries to fondle the girls again."
"It would be my honor," responded Bill as he wagged his eyebrows several times.
The night finally came for the fundraiser at Pussy Galore. Bill and Tom had arrived before the scheduled performances to be sure everything was as it should be. As they spoke to Jack Diamond, two topless women approached them.
"You're the guys in charge of this amateur stripper fund raiser, right?" asked a young woman who Tom thought couldn't be more than twenty.
"I guess we are," replied Tom. "We came early to be sure everything was ready. Jack told us he was giving the girls who work here the night off. We'll start our show around seven. Jack's clearing the place out before then. Anyone coming in after that will be asked to donate a hundred dollars. It'll be like a cover charge, but for a very good cause."
"Candy and I would like to stay. My mom had breast cancer, so it's personal for me. Candy just wants to help. We could assist the women with their costumes, their dances, or even their nerves. We'd be willing to serve drinks and even dance if there's a lull or someone backs out. I know your focus has been housewives, moms and women who work regular jobs, but we could still be a big help."
Tom glanced at Bill to see what he thought, only to find the man staring at the four breasts in front of him. "Apparently Bill approves. So do I. We accept your generous offer. You understand all tips will be added to the fund raiser. You'll be working for free."
When Jack Diamond reopened the doors a little before seven, Bill and another volunteer stood at the doors accepting the hundred dollar donations. Tom was pleased to see more than a few patrons tossed in some extra cash.
Candy and her friend, Monica, were greeting the men and telling them where the drinks were kept. The free drinks consisted of soda, beer and wine. Everyone had agreed there would be no hard liquor.
Tom was surprised when Drew stopped next to him. "Are you going to introduce me to these two lovely ladies?"
"Drew? I thought Jan was going to keep you home since you didn't want her to perform."
"Shit, Tom. You know Jan. I never had a chance. She's dancing tonight and I'm here to make certain she's treated properly. It's my husbandly duty."
"Aw, I was hoping you came to see our tits," blurted Monica as he made a pouty face. "Candy and I feel hurt."
"I didn't mean to sound rude," apologized Drew. "I'm quite happy to look at yours while I wait for my wife to show hers."
"But you love your wife and want to support her and keep her safe while she does something way out of character. You're really a good husband. I hope I find a guy like you some day," stated Monica sincerely.
"Well, if going along with my wife stripping in front of all these perverts makes me a good husband, I'm one of the best," replied Drew with mirth. "I don't think everyone would agree with you."
"That's exactly what makes you such a good husband. You want your wife to have experiences and enjoy life. You're obviously proud of her and she'll see that in your eyes tonight. I bet you'll get very lucky later tonight," predicted Candy.
"I expect to, but I would have to say I already am. You girls are beautiful," Drew retorted.
By the time the performances were ready to begin, there were almost two hundred men and women in attendance.
"We've taken in almost twenty-five thousand dollars!" announced Bill with glee. "Hardass Drew donated a thousand, plus Jan's dancing. He's such a wuss."
Tom stepped to the stage to make a few comments. "Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming out to support a great family who's fallen on hard times. I've been told we've already taken in over twenty-five thousand dollars! Tips are encouraged and will be added to the total."
Tom had to wait for the applause and whistles to die down before he continued. "The ladies performing tonight, and make no mistake, they are all ladies, volunteered for this because they want to help a deserving family, and maybe to show you just how lucky their husbands, boyfriends and lovers really are.
"After they perform, they will come down and visit with the patrons for fifteen minutes, at least. You have to realize how special this will be. These are women you see at work, at PTA, at bake sales for the scouts or their kids' athletic teams. For one night only, you will have the good fortune to see them in nearly all of their glory.
"It's fine to be appreciative and show your approval, but anyone being rude, or making unwanted comments or advances will be shown the door in a hurry. I know all of you know how to treat ladies, but keep it in mind. I'll step down now as my wife, Heather, begins the evening's activities."
Tom had not been allowed to watch Heather practice her routine. He was stunned as he watched his wife gyrate and sway to the rhythm of the music. She toyed with pulling her top off before finally allowing it to drop. The gasps and groans from the audience brought a smile to her lips.
For his part, Tom had never seen his wife look so sexy, so alluring and so confident. She had the crowd under her control and she knew it. When she finished, the applause was long and loud. Her breasts hung provocatively as she took several bows. Heather grinned as several whistles and growls were heard from the appreciative audience.
Once the applause abated, she stepped gracefully off the stage and sauntered up to Tom. She deliberately rubbed her breasts against him as she gently kissed his lips.
"You're hard!" she whispered as she felt his erection press against her stomach. "That's the best compliment ever."
"Then you should feel very pleased. I saw a dead man in the corner with a hard on while you were dancing," replied Tom as he quickly kissed his wife again.
"Hey! Can we give her tips now?" asked an older man with a handful of bills. "I mean in the traditional way?"
Heather looked at Tom with a smile as she waited for him to answer. When he finally nodded, she strolled up the man and smiled provocatively. "Tips are always welcome. It's for a very good cause."
Tom noticed the man's hands trembled slightly as he tucked a five dollar bill into the tiny band around Heather's hips. When Heather smiled again, he quickly tucked another bill into the band more toward her center. Almost immediately, several men formed a line for the opportunity to tuck cash into Heather's minimal garment.
That ended when the next performer stepped onto the stage. It was the woman who worked in the office and she looked amazing. The place went silent except for the music as she hypnotized the crowd with her sensuous gestures and movements.
Once again the applause was long and loud. Tom was surprised when she moved off the stage and embraced a tall man in an expensive suit. He was beaming as he draped his arm over her shoulder.
So it went as each performance was greeted by groans, whistles and cheers. Every woman who danced was made to feel very appreciated and attractive. Tom was especially attentive when Betty's turn came. Bill had moved near Tom, ostensibly to speak to him, but Tom noticed he seldom took his eyes off Heather's rack.
Tom had known Betty for years but was still very surprised to see how firm and full her breasts were. Did all housewives have such delightful treasures covered with bras, shirts and aprons? Tom was glad Bill was close when Betty stepped off the stage and walked over to Bill. He saw her breasts quiver slightly with each step. Her nipples were puffy and just about perfect in Tom's estimation. Once she hugged her husband, she turned to Tom.
"Would you like to give me a tip, Big Boy?"
Tom pulled out several tens and began placing them inside the little band on her hips.
"Piker!" growled Drew as he stepped in and showed everyone a twenty, which he carefully slid under the wisp of cloth below Betty's navel. Then he turned to Heather and produced another twenty, which he tucked alongside the considerable collection Heather had already accumulated.
Tom realized Heather had been getting tips while he had been watching the other ladies perform. Heather saw Tom looking at the cash placed everywhere there was a place to stuff it. She gave Tom a seductive wink when he finally looked at her face.
"I just realized you've been out here a lot longer than the fifteen minutes we promised everyone," observed Tom. "In fact, I don't think any of the ladies has left the floor to get dressed. You do know you can go back stage now, right?"
"I will if you insist, but I'm having the time of my life," admitted Heather with a guilty smile. "With you so close by, everyone is being very polite and extremely complimentary. I'd like to stay here with you if you aren't too embarrassed."
Tom placed his arm around Heather and hugged her shoulders while kissing her cheek. Then Jan began her dance. Even after having seen seven women already strip, the audience was still spellbound as Jan showed everyone that a physically fit strong woman could do things on a pole which seemed to defy gravity.
"Is that shit even possible?" whispered Bill as he watched Jan's performance. "How can she hold herself up there like that with just her legs?"
Tom took his eyes off Jan briefly and looked to see how Drew was doing. He was happy to see Drew beaming as a man next to him whistled and clapped loudly. When Jan ended her dance, she flung herself into the grinning Drew's arms and soundly kissed him.
Bill groaned loudly as the sides on Jan's surprisingly large breasts squeezed out as she pressed against Drew.
"You almost deprived yourself of this, you selfish bastard," complained Bill as he finally had the opportunity to tuck some bills into Jan's g-string. "Jan can't see what I'm doing because those amazing boobs are obstructing her view, but I'm tucking hundreds in your little outfit."
"The guy's bullshitting you," stated a laughing Drew. "They're twenties."
Ralph Lassiter and his wife made an appearance before the evening was complete. He looked tired and drawn while his wife appeared very pale and fragile. She wore a large cap but it failed to conceal the fact she had lost her hair. They both cried as they thanked everyone for their generosity and kindness. More than a few of those listening shed tears as well.
It was after midnight before the crowd began to thin out. Before leaving, Tom thanked Jack Diamond for being so generous with his facilities.
"This was a great idea," proclaimed Diamond as he shook hands with Tom, Bill and Drew. He then hugged their wives. "I know a lot of people think this is a bad place, but I try to obey all laws. I call the cops if I even suspect someone is trying to sell drugs or sex. It's safer than a lot of more respected businesses.
"The good PR the place got tonight will be a boost for me. Thanks for everything and think of me if you ever decide to have another fund raiser. Your wives are worth their weight in gold. If you ladies ever want a job here, just let me know."
"That was very flattering," said Jan as the group walked to their cars. "He seems like a good judge of talent. I wonder how much the girls make here?"
"Not enough to pay me alimony and child support," replied Drew firmly. "Now get that much admired ass in the car. You're going to keep your side of our bargain and you'll begin on the ride home."
"The things I do for charity," retorted Jan as she looked at her friends and rolled her eyes slightly before breaking into a hearty laugh. "The big lug doesn't seem to realize this is a win/win situation for me.
"At the very least, slide your seat back farther," were the last words her friends heard from Jan as she climbed into the car and closed the door.
"What's amazing is how much we love each other," responded Jan as she remained in her husband's embrace. "Deep down, he knows I'd never betray him. I made a serious mistake. I admit that, but I love this guy and I know he loves me. I'll show him how sorry I am tonight and for some time to come. He'll be getting a lot of makeup sex to help take the sting out of my stupidity."
The next weekend found the six friends sharing dinner at Bill and Betty's house. Once the meal was finished, the main topic of conversation was the reaction to the previous weekend's antics.
"Work has been a bit tense," admitted Betty. "Surprisingly, it's mostly the other women who make snide remarks. The men have been treating me very well, although I have been avoiding that jackass who runs the forklift.
"Since Betty and I work for the same company, I've been able to see the reaction from a different perspective than Betty's. Some of the female employees are asking how Betty found the nerve to strip and how I became so secure with my marriage to allow it. The one guy who was at Pussy Galore and didn't squeeze Betty's tit was very complimentary about the girls' performances and their physical attributes. The fork lift guy fell of the loading dock a little while later and badly twisted his ankle."
"One of the girls had to deliver something to the warehouse and saw Bill talking to the guy a minute or two before the guy fell," revealed Betty with a grin. "I don't think he'll be disrespecting me again, at least as long as I have Bill."
"Six of the guys I work with were at Pussy Galore the night the girls danced," revealed Tom. "They've been telling me what a lucky guy I am and asking if Jan and Betty are married. There have been a few nasty comments but, it's been far better than I expected.
"One asshole, Zane Dunlap, announced he'd pay good money to see my wife's tits," Tom told the group. "We were in the break room, along with four or five other guys. I felt like smacking him in the mouth."
"Did you let him get away with it?" asked Drew. "The guys I work with know what would happen if they talked about Jan like that."
"I had been reading a flyer on the bulletin board before the other guys came in. You know we manufacture modular homes and have about forty men working at any given time. One of the guys at work, Ralph Lassiter, was hit by a drunk driver while taking his six year old daughter to school. The kid's in the hospital with some broken ribs and a concussion. The guy's wife is fighting breast cancer. He had been working two jobs to try to pay the bills, but suffered a broken arm in the accident."
"That's awful. He's sure having a terrible time," offered Heather. "I met him and his wife at the company picnic last summer. They're a nice young family."
"The flyer was a plea for donations and financial help of any kind. They bought a small starter home two years ago and he's behind on his mortgage. It looks like he may lose it," explained Tom.
"That's a tragic story, but what does it have to do with that asshole offering to pay good money to see Heather's boobs?" asked a confused Drew.
"It got me thinking about a fund raiser for Ralph," stated Tom. "This asshole is willing to pay good money to see my wife strip again. I bet there are a lot of guys who think the same way."
"No shit," retorted Drew. "I'm one of them."
"Since we have such sexy wives who apparently like showing off the goods, I was thinking they could indulge their exhibitionist tendencies for a good cause."
"Are you out of your mind?" demanded Drew. "The last time they did that it almost caused three divorces!"
"We discussed why it was such an issue. They did it because they thought we were lying to them, so they made a really dumb attempt for some kind of revenge," replied Tom calmly. "This would be with our knowledge and encouragement, as well as for a very good cause."
"Just a minute," objected Bill. "I'm all for helping out a family down on their luck, but Betty isn't some professional stripper. She's a housewife and mother. She's not showing her breasts to strangers again."
"I think the fact that our wives are housewives and mothers but not strippers, would cause more people to cough up some money to see them," reasoned Tom.
"Do you guys really believe these intelligent college educated women were just uncommonly stupid when they stripped at Pussy Galore that night?" asked Tom.
"If it wasn't stupidity, or insanity, what was it," challenged Bill.
"It was three gorgeous women making up for the excitement they missed in college," offered Tom. "These girls were self conscious and felt unattractive ten years ago. They've spent considerable time and effort to become more attractive, confident and sexy. I'm not sure if even they realize exactly what motivated them the other night, but I don't believe it was anger or revenge. Their husbands going to a strip club isn't something that would make them crazy with anger or feel the need for revenge."
"I see why you might think like that," admitted Drew as he looked at his wife. "These ladies have been very quiet about Tom's suggestion. I didn't hear a lot of protestations. Do you ladies want to do this strip idea of Tom's? No bullshit. Just tell me what you're thinking."
"If Tom wants me to do it, I will," revealed Heather to the surprise of the others. "I have to admit what a rush it was when we performed and how alive it made me feel. Men never thought I looked very good back in college. I was dumpy and never dated. I wasn't even asked.
"I love Tom even more for suggesting I could help raise money like that. My husband thinks I have what it takes. It makes me proud. I'm not just a wife and mom. I'm a woman in my prime and I'm embracing it."
"I'd do it, if Bill told me he was okay with it," added Betty. "My marriage means more to me than the excitement of performing like that. I realized that when I was so worried about Bill divorcing me after the last fiasco."
"I feel the same way," allowed Jan. "It was an amazing experience, but I'll never risk losing Drew and having a broken family. I don't think Drew will go along with it, but I'll be there cheering you girls on if you do it."
"Are you going to let Betty do this?" asked Drew of Bill.
"It isn't a matter of letting Betty do something," corrected Bill. "We have to agree on big things, but I don't tell her what to do or not do. I'm quite surprised that she'd be willing to do this, but I guess I shouldn't be. Tom made a great observation. These women aren't stupid or vindictive. Deep down, they wanted the experience, the appreciation of their beauty and bodies. I'll go along with Betty on this, but I worry about the fallout. We're still dealing with the problems created last time."
"That's the beauty of my plan," countered Tom. "I told Dunlap I was trying to talk Heather into performing again in a fund raiser. If I was successful, he's get to put his money down, just like everybody else."
"I seem to be missing the so-called beauty in that plan," admitted Drew. "How in hell would that be a good thing?"
"We've all been hearing about how we don't keep a close enough eye on our wives. People assume we didn't approve of their impromptu performance because we weren't there. It's a reasonable assumption," admitted Tom.
"I'm telling these guys at work that I'm trying to talk Heather into stripping again. That gives the strong impression that I approved of her first night on stage," explained Tom. "Now they guys think I'm proud of my wife's looks and body. The truth is; I am."
"Oh, Tom! You're the best husband ever!" declared Heather as she once again hugged her husband.
"You two guys are going to go along with Betty and Heather stripping as a fund raiser? I can't let Jan do it, but I'll be there to cheer your wives on," promised Drew.
"That's damn magnanimous of you, Drew," stated Jan with more than a little sarcasm. "You'll stop me from showing my boobs, but you're willing to go stare at Betty and Heather's hooters? Are you against women bearing their breasts for a good cause, or not?"
"I'm certainly not against seeing Betty and Heather topless," replied Drew. "I just don't want anyone to see your ti... breasts. That seems pretty normal to me."
"It sure does seem normal for you," quipped Jan as she shook her head and quickly left the room.
"What the hell did I say that was so terrible?" demanded Drew to those remaining.
"I'll stop at Pussy Galore and see if they're willing to allow a fund raiser at their facility," stated Tom as he ignored Drew's stance on the matter. "I think Heather and I will start the donation pot out with a thousand dollar donation. Ralph's a good man and he's really having problems. He needs friends to step up and help.
"If Pussy Galore goes along with it, I'll make up some posters to advertise the event. I think I'll let it be known that we're looking for more volunteers to perform to take some of the load off Heather and Betty."
"That's a great idea," agreed Heather. "Betty and I would be a lot more comfortable if there were some other women performing. Maybe men won't be staring at our chests quite as much."
"I hate to disappoint you, but men are going to taking long looks at you both, or all four of you, depending on how you look at it," declared Bill. "You two are sexy as hell and men are going to really like what they see."
"Bill! You say the sweetest things," stated Betty as she hugged her husband tightly.
Tom was pleased with the reception Jack Diamond, the owner of Pussy Galore, gave his idea. "I remember those women. They all had nice tits and the crowd was quite appreciative, as I recall. I'll give you Friday night, four weeks from tomorrow. Every penny we take in will go to the fund raiser. I'll give my girls the night off, so you'd better find enough women to fill the dance card."
Tom, with enthusiastic help from Heather, began making posters to place around town. They created a Facebook group dedicated to the event with the knowledge that information always spreads fast on the internet.
Tom was leaving the break room three days after placing two posters on the bulletin boards at work when he was stopped by a woman who worked in the office.
"Tom, are you the one who posted those flyers about a fund raiser at Pussy Galore?" asked the woman without any preamble.
"I have permission from the owners," countered Tom as he prepared himself for a verbal assault from woman. "Let me guess, you don't think women should objectified."
"That's true," replied the woman immediately. "However, a tasteful striptease for a good cause isn't my idea of objectification. I know Ralph from work and I met his wife at the company picnic. They don't deserve the problems they're having. I'd like to sign up to perform."
"You would? That's great. You're very attractive. I'm going to be posting names of the ladies performing on our Facebook group. Is it okay if I tell people you're on the list?" asked Tom.
"Sure, you need to get as many people to attend as possible. Do I just tell you I want to perform, or do you have to see my boobs to be sure I'm suitable?"
"God, no!" responded Tom quickly. "I'm sure you're more than suitable. I'm not doing this to get women to show me their breasts, although on some level, the idea is very appealing."
"That was exactly the right answer," replied the woman. "When I told Mr. Barnes I was going to ask you if I could perform, he told me to get my impression of how you're doing this. He made it clear that if it was some sort of questionable or demeaning situation, he'd shut it down in a heartbeat."
"The boss said that? I hope you'll report back that this is a serious fund raiser, even if it's an adult themed event," added Tom.
"I'll do exactly that. By the way, do you think I'll help draw in more donations?" asked the attractive blonde woman.
"Are you kidding? The guys on the floor will give a week's pay to see you on stage," assured Tom as the blonde beamed.
"It's funny how this is working," stated Tom to his friends when they gathered at Bill's house the following weekend. "We started with Betty and Heather. It took a few days, but a couple more ladies signed up. Now I've been getting quite a few calls from women. They ask a lot of questions. The main one is if Heather will be showing her nips and will they be expected to do the same."
"What do you tell them?" asked Betty with interest.
"I tell them it's a strip club. Heather will be wearing a g-string and that's all, at least by the end of her performance. I don't think the people donating money to see the show are going to want to be teased. I explain to them how I think it would be best if they skipped the whole thing if they are too shy to let it all hang out."
"How do the women react to that," asked Bill.
"I think it relieves them. It gives them a reason to skip the whole thing, but two surprised me. They called back and told me to sign them up," revealed Tom. "I'm starting to see a trend here. Good looking women, often married, like to reinforce that they still appeal to the opposite sex. Some just want a good excuse to strut their stuff."
"You don't think all women want to strip if given the excuse, do you?" asked Drew. "I find that hard to believe."
"No, not all women, but more than I would have guessed a month or two ago," replied Tom. "Many don't, while others would like to but their significant others aren't comfortable with it."
"How come you're so supportive of Heather doing this?" questioned Jan as she glared at Drew.
"When I found out that she stripped that night we guys went fishing, I began to see her in a different light. I had been simply thinking of her as my wife and the mother of my kids, but not as the attractive sexy woman she is. I may be strange, but knowing other men so obviously approve of Heather's face and body makes me proud as hell. I'm not the kind of guy who'd like to see her with another man, but I do enjoy that my wife is seen as a sexy desirable woman. It adds to my tremendous appreciation of her many finer points."
"The whole world will see those fine points pretty soon," quipped Betty. "Heather really is beautiful. By the way, Bill and I have decided to donate a thousand to the fund raiser, too. We want to help that family, but we also want to be able to say Heather and I had the drawing power to make the event a success."
"I almost forgot to mention that I'm telling all the ladies taking part in the evening they'll be expected to spend at least fifteen minutes mingling with our donors after they perform, and they'll be doing it in the outfit they wore when they ended their performance," announced Tom. "You said you had to do that at your debut, and I thought it had some merit."
"You're telling them they'll be talking to people in nothing but a thong or something?" marveled Bill. "They're going along with it?"
"So far, although they all insisted they will have a male friend or husband with them, just to keep things from getting out of hand," answered Tom.
"Or getting my things in their hands," responded Betty immediately. "Bill, you need to stay by my side in case that asshole tries to fondle the girls again."
"It would be my honor," responded Bill as he wagged his eyebrows several times.
The night finally came for the fundraiser at Pussy Galore. Bill and Tom had arrived before the scheduled performances to be sure everything was as it should be. As they spoke to Jack Diamond, two topless women approached them.
"You're the guys in charge of this amateur stripper fund raiser, right?" asked a young woman who Tom thought couldn't be more than twenty.
"I guess we are," replied Tom. "We came early to be sure everything was ready. Jack told us he was giving the girls who work here the night off. We'll start our show around seven. Jack's clearing the place out before then. Anyone coming in after that will be asked to donate a hundred dollars. It'll be like a cover charge, but for a very good cause."
"Candy and I would like to stay. My mom had breast cancer, so it's personal for me. Candy just wants to help. We could assist the women with their costumes, their dances, or even their nerves. We'd be willing to serve drinks and even dance if there's a lull or someone backs out. I know your focus has been housewives, moms and women who work regular jobs, but we could still be a big help."
Tom glanced at Bill to see what he thought, only to find the man staring at the four breasts in front of him. "Apparently Bill approves. So do I. We accept your generous offer. You understand all tips will be added to the fund raiser. You'll be working for free."
When Jack Diamond reopened the doors a little before seven, Bill and another volunteer stood at the doors accepting the hundred dollar donations. Tom was pleased to see more than a few patrons tossed in some extra cash.
Candy and her friend, Monica, were greeting the men and telling them where the drinks were kept. The free drinks consisted of soda, beer and wine. Everyone had agreed there would be no hard liquor.
Tom was surprised when Drew stopped next to him. "Are you going to introduce me to these two lovely ladies?"
"Drew? I thought Jan was going to keep you home since you didn't want her to perform."
"Shit, Tom. You know Jan. I never had a chance. She's dancing tonight and I'm here to make certain she's treated properly. It's my husbandly duty."
"Aw, I was hoping you came to see our tits," blurted Monica as he made a pouty face. "Candy and I feel hurt."
"I didn't mean to sound rude," apologized Drew. "I'm quite happy to look at yours while I wait for my wife to show hers."
"But you love your wife and want to support her and keep her safe while she does something way out of character. You're really a good husband. I hope I find a guy like you some day," stated Monica sincerely.
"Well, if going along with my wife stripping in front of all these perverts makes me a good husband, I'm one of the best," replied Drew with mirth. "I don't think everyone would agree with you."
"That's exactly what makes you such a good husband. You want your wife to have experiences and enjoy life. You're obviously proud of her and she'll see that in your eyes tonight. I bet you'll get very lucky later tonight," predicted Candy.
"I expect to, but I would have to say I already am. You girls are beautiful," Drew retorted.
By the time the performances were ready to begin, there were almost two hundred men and women in attendance.
"We've taken in almost twenty-five thousand dollars!" announced Bill with glee. "Hardass Drew donated a thousand, plus Jan's dancing. He's such a wuss."
Tom stepped to the stage to make a few comments. "Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming out to support a great family who's fallen on hard times. I've been told we've already taken in over twenty-five thousand dollars! Tips are encouraged and will be added to the total."
Tom had to wait for the applause and whistles to die down before he continued. "The ladies performing tonight, and make no mistake, they are all ladies, volunteered for this because they want to help a deserving family, and maybe to show you just how lucky their husbands, boyfriends and lovers really are.
"After they perform, they will come down and visit with the patrons for fifteen minutes, at least. You have to realize how special this will be. These are women you see at work, at PTA, at bake sales for the scouts or their kids' athletic teams. For one night only, you will have the good fortune to see them in nearly all of their glory.
"It's fine to be appreciative and show your approval, but anyone being rude, or making unwanted comments or advances will be shown the door in a hurry. I know all of you know how to treat ladies, but keep it in mind. I'll step down now as my wife, Heather, begins the evening's activities."
Tom had not been allowed to watch Heather practice her routine. He was stunned as he watched his wife gyrate and sway to the rhythm of the music. She toyed with pulling her top off before finally allowing it to drop. The gasps and groans from the audience brought a smile to her lips.
For his part, Tom had never seen his wife look so sexy, so alluring and so confident. She had the crowd under her control and she knew it. When she finished, the applause was long and loud. Her breasts hung provocatively as she took several bows. Heather grinned as several whistles and growls were heard from the appreciative audience.
Once the applause abated, she stepped gracefully off the stage and sauntered up to Tom. She deliberately rubbed her breasts against him as she gently kissed his lips.
"You're hard!" she whispered as she felt his erection press against her stomach. "That's the best compliment ever."
"Then you should feel very pleased. I saw a dead man in the corner with a hard on while you were dancing," replied Tom as he quickly kissed his wife again.
"Hey! Can we give her tips now?" asked an older man with a handful of bills. "I mean in the traditional way?"
Heather looked at Tom with a smile as she waited for him to answer. When he finally nodded, she strolled up the man and smiled provocatively. "Tips are always welcome. It's for a very good cause."
Tom noticed the man's hands trembled slightly as he tucked a five dollar bill into the tiny band around Heather's hips. When Heather smiled again, he quickly tucked another bill into the band more toward her center. Almost immediately, several men formed a line for the opportunity to tuck cash into Heather's minimal garment.
That ended when the next performer stepped onto the stage. It was the woman who worked in the office and she looked amazing. The place went silent except for the music as she hypnotized the crowd with her sensuous gestures and movements.
Once again the applause was long and loud. Tom was surprised when she moved off the stage and embraced a tall man in an expensive suit. He was beaming as he draped his arm over her shoulder.
So it went as each performance was greeted by groans, whistles and cheers. Every woman who danced was made to feel very appreciated and attractive. Tom was especially attentive when Betty's turn came. Bill had moved near Tom, ostensibly to speak to him, but Tom noticed he seldom took his eyes off Heather's rack.
Tom had known Betty for years but was still very surprised to see how firm and full her breasts were. Did all housewives have such delightful treasures covered with bras, shirts and aprons? Tom was glad Bill was close when Betty stepped off the stage and walked over to Bill. He saw her breasts quiver slightly with each step. Her nipples were puffy and just about perfect in Tom's estimation. Once she hugged her husband, she turned to Tom.
"Would you like to give me a tip, Big Boy?"
Tom pulled out several tens and began placing them inside the little band on her hips.
"Piker!" growled Drew as he stepped in and showed everyone a twenty, which he carefully slid under the wisp of cloth below Betty's navel. Then he turned to Heather and produced another twenty, which he tucked alongside the considerable collection Heather had already accumulated.
Tom realized Heather had been getting tips while he had been watching the other ladies perform. Heather saw Tom looking at the cash placed everywhere there was a place to stuff it. She gave Tom a seductive wink when he finally looked at her face.
"I just realized you've been out here a lot longer than the fifteen minutes we promised everyone," observed Tom. "In fact, I don't think any of the ladies has left the floor to get dressed. You do know you can go back stage now, right?"
"I will if you insist, but I'm having the time of my life," admitted Heather with a guilty smile. "With you so close by, everyone is being very polite and extremely complimentary. I'd like to stay here with you if you aren't too embarrassed."
Tom placed his arm around Heather and hugged her shoulders while kissing her cheek. Then Jan began her dance. Even after having seen seven women already strip, the audience was still spellbound as Jan showed everyone that a physically fit strong woman could do things on a pole which seemed to defy gravity.
"Is that shit even possible?" whispered Bill as he watched Jan's performance. "How can she hold herself up there like that with just her legs?"
Tom took his eyes off Jan briefly and looked to see how Drew was doing. He was happy to see Drew beaming as a man next to him whistled and clapped loudly. When Jan ended her dance, she flung herself into the grinning Drew's arms and soundly kissed him.
Bill groaned loudly as the sides on Jan's surprisingly large breasts squeezed out as she pressed against Drew.
"You almost deprived yourself of this, you selfish bastard," complained Bill as he finally had the opportunity to tuck some bills into Jan's g-string. "Jan can't see what I'm doing because those amazing boobs are obstructing her view, but I'm tucking hundreds in your little outfit."
"The guy's bullshitting you," stated a laughing Drew. "They're twenties."
Ralph Lassiter and his wife made an appearance before the evening was complete. He looked tired and drawn while his wife appeared very pale and fragile. She wore a large cap but it failed to conceal the fact she had lost her hair. They both cried as they thanked everyone for their generosity and kindness. More than a few of those listening shed tears as well.
It was after midnight before the crowd began to thin out. Before leaving, Tom thanked Jack Diamond for being so generous with his facilities.
"This was a great idea," proclaimed Diamond as he shook hands with Tom, Bill and Drew. He then hugged their wives. "I know a lot of people think this is a bad place, but I try to obey all laws. I call the cops if I even suspect someone is trying to sell drugs or sex. It's safer than a lot of more respected businesses.
"The good PR the place got tonight will be a boost for me. Thanks for everything and think of me if you ever decide to have another fund raiser. Your wives are worth their weight in gold. If you ladies ever want a job here, just let me know."
"That was very flattering," said Jan as the group walked to their cars. "He seems like a good judge of talent. I wonder how much the girls make here?"
"Not enough to pay me alimony and child support," replied Drew firmly. "Now get that much admired ass in the car. You're going to keep your side of our bargain and you'll begin on the ride home."
"The things I do for charity," retorted Jan as she looked at her friends and rolled her eyes slightly before breaking into a hearty laugh. "The big lug doesn't seem to realize this is a win/win situation for me.
"At the very least, slide your seat back farther," were the last words her friends heard from Jan as she climbed into the car and closed the door.
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