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Task 3 – Amateur Night [Complete]
🕑 Added 2023-02-01 18:38:20 +0000 UTCLet 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. When I got back to the car, I decided that my clothes were to be sealed away in the trunk where they belonged, the rest of the night was a punishment after all and good girls didn’t deserve things like clothing to cover up their transgressions. The comfort of being naked far away from the world in public was slowly going away with the security of my clothes no longer close by. The fear that was getting me so wet once again as I got into my car and prepared for the rest of the drive home.
The seat felt cold on my bare skin and the seatbelt rough against my chest, settling between my breasts and making me feel self-conscious to how it made them feel emphasized. When I pulled out of the rest area and got back onto the main highway, even in the dark night, I felt like everyone knew. Every highway light shining through my window, ever headlight running past me made my pale skin glow in the dark.
A horn startled me from behind and I realized how slowly I was going and put on the cruise control. Although it eased my mind, especially not having to worry about getting pulled over for speeding, my body still craved attention, but I had to keep reminding myself that I was being punished and prayed that even in this late hour that I was going to hit traffic. That’s when my exit started to come up and my stomach filled with dread.
“Could have mad life easier on yourself,” a voice in my head spoke up.
“What do you mean?”
“At least if people saw you naked at a strip club, it’s kind of normal and you would have had your mask on too, so no one would have known it was you, and now you’re naked in public where people may know you and it’s far from normal.”
Thoughts I didn’t have driving home started to fill my mind, worries that I didn’t think about before that threatened myself getting caught. I have to go through a toll plaza, what if a camera catches me and someone sees it, all the stop lights on the way home and things I didn’t even think about. It’s the things that I couldn’t think that may happen that made me the most nervous.
For the first time, I truly thanked having a Sun Pass to get me through the toll booth fast and through the first green light I went. I felt my stomach clench as the next light turned yellow and red as I finally got to it. I hated having to break to come to a stop and even worse have a car stop behind me and one to my right. I slouched down into the driver’s seat hoping that I would have some cover.
Looking out the corner of my eye and repeating over and over, “don’t look left, don’t look left, don’t look left.”
Oh god, what if he looks left, what if the person behind me can see the reflection of my nudity in my mirror, what if someone crosses the road and is close enough to see me? Fear and arousal were blending together, I couldn’t tell what was making me more afraid or turned on sitting there and waiting for the light to turn green. But now it wasn’t only the fear of getting caught which made me anxious, but the need for release. I wanted to touch myself so badly, I wanted to cum, my nipples were rock hard, the smell of my arousal filled the whole car and I needed…
Honk!
The light was green and I immediately went, now that I was worried the car horn behind me just attracted attention towards me. I felt I was in the home free, until I hit another red light, I was thankful that no cars stopped around me but watched as a man was walking down the sidewalk with his dog and made a turn to go across the crosswalk in front of my car. The dog was pulling him across, looking like it was in a hurry to get somewhere, I continued to slouch and blushed as he turned to wave at me through the window. I prayed that he couldn’t see anything and without a thought waved back thinking it would have been rude…maybe weird if I hadn’t. He nearly tripped as the dog gave him a tug and he continued to be pulled across to the other side, not looking back once.
“That could have gone different.”
“Like he would have noticed and called the police that a girl was driving around town naked?” my inner self wasn’t wrong about that, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality, especially in a novel little town like this one, “or maybe you beg him not to and do whatever he wants to keep him quiet?”
That would be the fantasy talking, or well, who knows, maybe he would have stayed quiet for a hand job or something…which made me blush at the idea, that anyone would want something like that from me.
“Maybe, you want to get caught…”
My thighs instinctively rubbed together, my body wanting any kind of stimulation it could get, but it was just a tease, not enough to satisfy me or lead to any kind of release that it wanted so badly. The light turned green and I continued on my way home, a few stop signs multiplied my anxiety of getting caught and added fuel to the fire that was between my legs. When I finally parked in the driveway, I almost hit the garage door button, but feared it would wake my parents and couldn’t go that route. I opened the door and took one step aside and froze as a cop car drove down the road behind me. I stood perfectly still praying that they wouldn’t notice, last thing I needed was to be caught naked in public by the cops, right in front of my house.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hearing the sound of their car slowly vanishing into the distance, until I finally got the courage to look and see they were nowhere in sight. That was the one great and horrible thing about my community, it was safe, police drove around making sure people knew they were safe and anyone else knew we had security to keep it that way. I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone and snuck my way to the front door. Not even bothering to lock my car out of the fear of the horn waking my parents or drawing attention. I also decided to leave my clothes in the trunk for now, being out there, naked, opening up the heavy hood and grabbing things, just left more time in a very exposed area for me to get caught.
When I got in, I felt like a kid trying to sneak in past their curfew, but this was a lot worse. I was in my own house, completely naked, trying to get back to my room. There was really no way of explaining that to my parents. The momnt I got into my room, I threw on the first shirt and shorts I could find, and felt safe once again. I didn’t get caught, I didn’t wake my parents up and I didn’t have to trade sex to keep some random stranger silent, so the sigh of relief was very much warranted.
I still felt a little bad though laying in my bed, I failed a task, a task that I was so excited to do and just chickened out after everything I had done. The shame shadowed my arousal and as hot and bothered as I still felt, as wet as my pussy was, and the hard and tenderness of my nipples. I closed my eyes and tried my best to go to sleep.
I failed my third task and this was my punishment.
Comments
Ferris Beuller
Still a very good story, despite failing your task. Don't feel bad about it, you will get there at your own pace. Keep up the good work :)
