I had been working at the topless revue for only a few weeks. Joanne, a dancer who had been trodding the boards topless for about five years, befriended me and looked out for me. Soon we were doing everything together. So when she came to me after a show, telling me that a guy had asked her and one of her girlfriends to come to his house to put on a private show, I went along with it.

I should point out that I love to dance topless. I consider myself an artist, and I also love being able to turn on a theater full of guys. Just thinking of all those men sitting out in the dark with their hard cocks turns me on something fierce.

Joanne was pretty much the same way and occasionally did private shows. You know, the old stereotype — she’s even jumped out of cakes at bachelor parties and the like. I had never done that before, but I was excited at the prospect of the money involved and being able to see my audience up close and personal.

I met Lewis outside the backstage entrance. I had pictured him as some fat baldy in a polyester suit, but I was thankfully wrong. He was about thirty-five, tall, well built, with longish black hair. He was also impeccably dressed. A limousine was waiting for us, so the three of us got into the back and we were whisked away to Lewis’ stately mansion. On the way he broke out some caviar and a bottle of champagne; it was a real party. I’ve never met a classier guy.

Once at his place, Lewis gave us a tour of his opulent home. He then showed us to a large room we were to use as a dressing area. Joanne and I had brought a few of our costumes with us. He told us that the adjoining room would be our performance area and that he would be waiting for us. With that he smiled and left.

I asked Joanne what she made of all this. “I think he just gets off on watching. I don’t think he’ll expect us to fuck him. But you never know.”

“Although I certainly wouldn’t mind,” I said.

“Well, we’ll see what develops,” Joanne said, giggling. She undressed and put on her dancing outfit of her good boa, panties over a G-string, elastic-top stockings pulled up real long, short skirt, halter top and high heels. I had an identical outfit. We then heard music playing, so we went out to perform for our adoring public.

Joanne went first, bumping and grinding to “She Drives Me Crazy,” dropping her skirt and playing peekaboo with her top, slyly flashing a bit of nipple before covering it up again. Then, during the next song, she removed her top completely, letting her large tits bounce free, and shimmied out of her panties. All through her dance, Lewis sat impassively in a large armchair, sipping champagne and applauding politely after each number.

When the third song started, Joanne asked him, “Would you like to see everything?” In our revue, we leave our G-strings on, but for the money Lewis was paying, we would have gladly stripped down to nothing but heels.

As the song started, Joanne turned her back to him and shimmied out of her G-string, her heart-shaped ass exposed to his lustful gaze. She then did a really hot dance, running her hands sensuously over her breasts and through her pubic hair. She kept stepping right up to Lewis and danced right in front of him, licking her lips and thrusting her pelvis in the direction of his face. He remained stoic, however, though a big erection could be detected under his pants.

It was my turn next, and I did roughly the same things as Joanne. My coloring and body type are quite different than Joanne’s, though, so I’m sure Lewis enjoyed the variety. I’m blonde and lithe, with tits much smaller than Joanne’s, but my legs are much longer and firmer. I used to do gymnastics when I was a kid, so after I had stripped down, I did some splits, handstands and cartwheels, giving Lewis some glimpses of my parted pussy lips. I was getting hot and bothered as I worked.

After I had finished, Lewis applauded heartily and stood, his hard­on now clearly evident. “Ladies, that was wonderful. Now, if you wouldn’t mind continuing the show in my bedroom.”

“Here it comes,” I heard Joanne say.

“It’s not what you think,” Lewis said. “I do not wish to lay a hand on either of you ladies. If the two of you would simply climb into bed and pleasure each other while I watch, I will compensate you handsomely.”

Joanne and I looked at each other. I’d done some playing around with girls in the past, and I believe Joanne had confided that she had experimented with bisexuality, but I had never done it with an audience. And Joanne was my best friend — could I do something like that with her while Lewis was watching?

Joanne took me aside and whispered, “What do you think, Bridget? I wouldn’t mind. In fact, after watching your act just now, I think I’d really get into it.” She then kissed me square on the lips and softly dragged a finger across my breasts. How could I refuse?

Lewis took his place in a chair beside his bed. Joanne and I kicked off our heels and donned skimpy little kimonos Lewis had already laid out on the open bed. Giggling like teenagers, we hopped into the huge bed and began kissing. The whole thing was really getting me wet. The prospect of making love to my dear friend had me as hot as a firecracker. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement on Lewis’ part. I looked up and saw that he had pulled his cock out of his pants. It was gigantic and purple, and he began stroking it while watching us.

Joanne slipped my robe off my shoulders and lowered her head to my breasts. I quickly forgot about Lewis as Joanne began sucking my nipples, making me feel great. When her luscious kisses found their way down my belly to my burning pussy, I nearly came on the spot. Instead I held off and motioned for Joanne to swing around so I could dine on her love nest at the same time.

So, in a sixty-nine, Joanne and I went to town on each other’s creaming pussy. She tasted delicious, and judging by her moans of approval, I was doing a fine job of tonguing her clit. It didn’t take long for the two of us to come explosively.

We repositioned ourselves, shivering in post-orgasmic euphoria, hugging each other tightly. It was then that we noticed Lewis standing beside the bed, furiously beating his meat. His breathing was labored, and sweat lined his brow. Joanne and I stared hungrily at his throbbing cock. Some thirty seconds later he came, a shower of his semen cascading down upon our nude bodies. Joanne and I ran our fingers through it, massaging it into each other’s skin.

Lewis watched us cuddling for a few minutes, then zipped his pants up. He took out his wallet and gave us each five one-hundred-dollar bills. He then said that the limo would be waiting outside, ready to take us anywhere we wanted to go. With that, he said goodnight and left the room.

Joanne and I watched him go and then broke into laughter. We hugged and kissed some more and then got dressed and went home, heady with the excitement of the evening.

We never saw Lewis again, but we continue to work in the revue, making our customers happy and hard. And we’re also still the best of friends. Very close friends, if you catch my drift.