Maggie's Many Slutty Tasks - Task #3 Part 1

Task 3 – Amateur Night

Let me tell you, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. But that’s something you don’t find it, until you’ve lived your fantasy. Third task on the list was a pretty big one, it seemed the order didn’t go from easiest to most intense. I probably could have just kissed a girl, had an orgasm in public without getting caught, got to the beach and given out free hugs, but I had to go with this one, amateur night at a strip club.

To be honest when I first thought of the idea, I thought I knew everything about it, I mean, I had seen Showgirls. A small stage, people grouped around, the club being so dark and the lights on stage so bright you probably couldn’t see anyone even if you tried.  So, that’s what I pictured in my head, but it wasn’t anywhere close or as fancy as I could have imagined. The place seemed slightly run down, the stage not nearly as big or as bright as I thought and the seats much closer than I thought they were going to be.

Even worse, the drive was the hardest part, an hour-long drive really gives you time to think about what you are going to do. Most of the things I’ve done, tasks or otherwise, were usually close enough that the excitement an arousal didn’t wane and leave me thinking rationally. I started to worry that someone I may know may see me, that everyone in town knew exactly where I was going, what if I got blackmailed or things went further than I was ready for, or what if I chickened out and didn’t go through with it.

So, the million and one fears and thoughts going through my head aside, it was really hard to figure out a costume I wanted. I had seen so many movies, I wanted something sexy, but something me, so I went to my hentai thoughts instead. I wanted to reveal the girl I was under the tomboy clothes. I grabbed one of my old hoodies I didn’t care about losing, along with some cargo pants, flip flops, a black string bikini my sister had left behind and a cheap black mask my mom had used for Halloween one year. Even though I had walked around openly at a nude resort, there was something much different about being seen stripping at a sleezy club.

“I am so winning today; I got the cutest costume and everything.”

“I could so use the money; spring break is right around the corner and I want it to be fire.”

“Oh, I don’t care about the money, I just do it because it turns my boyfriend on.”

I walked in to a bunch of girls of all shapes and sizes with varying degrees of hotness signing papers, obviously all here for amateur night. Then a familiar feeling came over me, I wasn’t turned on, it wasn’t one of those feelings of fear and excitement that made me nervous but want to go further, it was just terror and without another word, I turned around and walked back to my car. Starting my engine and driving off back to home, all I felt was shame and regret. It was a task that I felt I had failed and after the nude resort, didn’t know why this one bothered me so much.

The idea of all of those random strangers watching me slowly undress, crawling around a dirty lit stage completely naked with my identity a secret with the mask. I felt my arousal start to overcome my fear, but by the time it started to kick in, it was way too late to turn back and join the amateur contest, and even worse I was having a hard time focusing on driving in my current state.

“Rest stop,” I read the sign off of the highway.

I didn’t know much about rest stops, but I just needed a private place to stop, to clear my mind. Parking and getting out, I walked over to a picnic table and was happy that it wasn’t cold out tonight for the first time in a while. It was a little dark and normally I would have been creeped out by such areas, but tonight, my mind was occupied with much different thoughts. I looked around to see no cars in sight and decided to take my flip flops off and feel the bare concrete under my feet.

“Not really that sexy, maybe I should have thought of heels.”

I placed them on the table and sat down, I had what felt like the whole place to myself, miles away from anyone and the road was far enough away that I could barely hear the cars whizzing by. There’s something at times like this that are very satisfying about being so far away from everyone, all alone.

“Well, I’ve come this far,” undoing my cargo shorts and letting them fall to my bare feet, kicking them up onto the table.

I still wasn’t that nervous, my hoodie was so long, even if someone had caught me like this, they wouldn’t know I was bottomless unless they saw the shorts on the table. The bikini top was next to go, I never liked two pieces like this, they felt tight around my body and it made me very uncomfortable, a few easy ties and it was off and joining my shorts. The bottoms came next being that it was weird to only wear one piece throwing it with the rest of my clothes. A warmth of comfort came over me as my hoodie was like a soft, comforting blanket, protecting me from the world around.

I sat up on the table and flinched, feeling the cold wood against my bare butt as my hoodie rode up as I sat down.

“I bet those men would have loved this view,” bringing my feet up onto the table, my knees closer to my chest, legs spread, showing off my bare pussy.

I could feel the gentle wind blowing up against my pussy, I reached down with my right hand to spread my lips, letting me feel even more of the breeze. The feeling was like a gentle tongue teasing my sensitive clit. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I didn’t care where I was or how public, I immediately reached for the bottom of my hoodie, pulling it up and over my head, sitting on a picnic table, in the middle of nowhere, naked, I wanted to cum so badly.

I reached down and began rubbing my clit and a single word escaped my mouth, “no.”

It wasn’t right, I had a task to do and I failed it horribly and now I was rewarding myself, what was wrong with me. I didn’t deserve an orgasm, orgasms are rewards and I deserved to be punished, and a part of me knew exactly what they had to be as I gathered my clothes and headed back to my car.

My third task was a failure, but the night was far from over.