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A striptease or exotic dance is a form of erotic entertainment, usually a dance, in which the performer, known as a "stripper", gradually undresses to music. Stripteases are now performed mostly in strip clubs and pubs, though theatres and music halls have also been used as venues. The "teasing" part involves the slowness of undressing, while the audience is eager to see more nudity. Delay tactics include additional clothes being removed or putting clothes or hands in front of just undressed body parts. Emphasis is on the act of undressing along with sexually suggestive movement, rather than the state of being undressed. In the past the performance often finished as soon as the undressing was finished, though today striptease artists usually continue dancing whilst in a state of nudity. Though today, the stripper often ends the performance "fully nude", in historic and contemporary circumstances not every item of clothing has always been removed: due to legal and cultural prohibitions and other aesthetic considerations. For instance in some parts of the USA there are cultural taboos forbidding the exposure of female nipples, which have thus to be covered by pasties by the dancer^. Such restrictions have been embodied in venue licensing constraints and local laws. Also certain jurisdictions, have forbidden postures considered "indecent". Shoes are usually kept on, for practical and aesthetic reasons. The costume the stripper wears before disrobing can be an important part of the act. These are often fantasy themed: such as a schoolgirl uniform, maid's dress, policewoman's outfit etc. Along with physical attractiveness and appropriate clothing, the main asset and tool used by the exotic dancer in recent years is the stripper pole. In addition to night club entertainment, stripping can be a form of sexual play at home between partners. This can be done as an impromptu event or—perhaps for a special occasion—with elaborate planning involving fantasy wear, music, special lighting, practiced dance moves, and even dance moves that have been previously unpracticed. H.L. Mencken is credited with coining the word "ecdysiast", which means "a person who stripteases". He did so in response to a request from a stripteaser who requested a "more dignified" way to refer to her profession.

Doug met her on a naughty boys’ night out. It was his turn to pick the place. He knew just where to go. “Are you sure about this?” Fuery asked when the men came to Golden Moon-Dream. Golden Moon-Dream was a bar and a strip club fused together. This was just outside of the Red Light Distract. It looked just like any standard old bar. Half-naked waitress roamed freely. There were even a couple of them dancing on the bar. Drinks were flowing in and out like wild waterfalls. Money was flying around like it had wings. The men could guess that there was sex in the bathrooms as well. They were all sitting near the main stage in the strip club part of the bar. Doug insisted that they do so for a “better view.” The taken men tried to look away and stay faithful to their women. The last thing wanted was to tell them that they went out to a strip club.

Doug just sat back smiling. “Trust me!” he called. “This place is Heaven on Earth! Feel alive! Look all around you and be proud to be a man tonight! Just stick around! The main event is coming soon.” He was talking at the stripper for the night. She was said to be the lovely girl of the evening and was always saved for last. Doug was dying to see her. You see, he was horny again. The man was hunting for another date. He heard that this had the finest looking loose women outside of the Red Light Distract. Doug tricked the boys into coming with him for their night out. Now, he was wired up and ready to go.

The lt. then grinned to himself in pride. The other men just sighed and rolled their eyes. “Refresh my memory,” Mustang muttered under his breath to the others. “Why did we leave the place up to him tonight?” “It was his turn, sir.” Andrew answered. “Big mistake, huh?” Hughes asked him softly. “You just read my mind!” Wess told him. But what could they do? Doug was… well, Doug! He got around pretty easily. It was better to take him out with them because he would call up some lonely WAG and seduce her into bed with him for the night. No, no! Better to invite the leech along rather than have another marriage broken up.

Then, the lights began to dim down into a lightly hazy lilac blue. The men all looked around. “What’s going on?” Hughes asked confused. Doug had a grin from ear to ear. “The main event, my friend!” he called out. “The main event!” Then, the lights focused on the center stage. The wine red curtains were slowly drawing up. All of the other men were waiting for the much anticipated main event. M.I.A.’s song, “Boyz,” was loudly blaring. Some of the taken men had to cover their ears to block out the sound. Doug kept watching closely. Alas, here she came. The much-awaited stripper came right on out to the stage. She was perfect for the night tonight. Her sugar brown was wavy and back into a ponytail held with a silk black ribbon. She had on a mini black and red halter top and a black mini-skirt with black three-inch heels. Her lips were a deep rose red and glittery. Her cheeks seemed to be a lovely gold color. Her eyelashes were a grey-brown color. The stripper’s breasts were natural and full like grapes. The gold pixies earrings in her ears dangled gracefully. Her right ankle was decorated in a silver butterfly anklet. Her wrists were covered in golden bangles. The nice curves all over her slender body was a healthy finishing touch to the prized lust that the men had been coveting in a sick way. She winked at some of the boys and they were away in lust-land. Doug was grinning to himself as well. “Nice looking eyes!” he thought as he saw the woman’s wine red eyes. He kept tell that she had some Ishbalan in her somewhere. Where, he would find out later! But now, to watch the eye-candy.

The woman didn’t dance at first. Oh no! She began to bounce! This was her warm-up. The woman would jump first to draw attention to herself. The single leeches were spellbound by this. They got to see all of her girly parts jiggling and bouncing around. Doug wanted to reach out and grab her. The woman enticed the crowd with her bouncing up and down. Then she moved straight to the pole on stage. She began sliding up and down it in naughty way. She then slid up and the pole and slid back down. The woman went back to playing on the pole again like it was her lover. Her skirt flipped up at one point and the men got really happy. The woman quickly pushed down her skirt and kept dancing. This led a few to question if it was accidentally or on purpose that she flashed them on the pole. She then made it to the chair and used that as a dancing prop. Most of the men were wild now! They were cheering loudly. “Flip up the skirt again, doll!” one the men yelled out. “Show us the goods!” The stripper just ignored them and climbed up on the chair. She did a Pussycat Doll spin on it. The men were really wild now. The fantasies were at an extreme high now. The woman seemed to enjoy the attention that was placed upon her. Throughout the whole night, Doug studied her every move very closely. He was loving what he saw. The lt. was constructing on how to woo this little blossom back to his place for a “private show.” This was an easy plot indeed. All it needed was timing.

After the show, Doug crept back to the dressing room to meet the lovely stripper. He followed after her silently. The lt. came straight to the door. He knocked on it gentleman-like. “Come in!” the woman called from inside. Doug opened the door and peeked inside. The dressing room was just typical stripper’s. Thousands of signed pictures were on the walls. The lights burned a bright gold. The sofa in the dressing room was a dusty red. The carpet was a light rose pink. A long glass mirror was on the back wall. The vanity desk was black and pink. On was many pieces of cosmetics. “Can I help you?” the voice asked from inside. Doug looked straight ahead. The stripper sat at the vanity getting ready to go. The leech just smiled at her in a naughty way. “I liked your dance, tonight!” he called. The woman smiled at him. “Thanks,” she said. Doug still stood there. “Say,” he spoke up smoothly. “You got a date tonight?” The stripper right around to him. She smiled at him smartly. “Are you hitting on me?” she questioned. Doug smiled back at her. “Why yes,” he replied. “Is that a problem?” The pole dancer kept smiling. You see, she wanted him. The woman noticed him from the crowd as he was watching her closely. She didn’t know what it was, but something about him attracted her so much. Right then, the stripper knew that she had to have him. She had hoped that he would follow her back here. The woman wanted him as much as he to her. But she wanted him to come out and ask clearly.

“No,” she replied. “Just as long as a man asks me straight up the first time.” Doug grinned at her. “Okay,” he said. “Want to come back to my place?” The woman smiled at him lustfully. “Gladly!” she called. Doug smiled at her. “May I take your arm then?” he asked. The woman smiled as she shook her head and rose to her feet. “Please, uh…” she spoke up. “Doug,” the lt. finished. “Please, Doug!” the stripper called. “Don’t be a gentleman tonight!” Kobe grinned at her wickedly. “I never am actually!” he said. “I’m always not a gentleman!” His new squeeze grinned at his response. Then, they left the dressing room together.

They ended up back at his apartment together. There was no time for introductions of course. Doug and his new lady just kissed their way back to the bedroom. He pushed her back onto the bed. The stripper lied there waiting for him. The lt. quickly mounted her. “Come on,” her eyes seemed to say. “Do your worst on me!” They flung off their clothes and she got on all fours. Doug grinned at the challenge. “Okay then!” he thought. “I really like this!” Kobe reached under the bed and drew out his box of condoms. His lady looked with him. “Well prepared, I see.” she commented. “Hell yeah!” Doug called out. “I always am, baby!” He drew out a fresh shield, unwrapped it, and slid it on. Doug grabbed onto his woman’s shoulders tightly to assume the position. Then, the lt. took aim and slid himself into her. The stripper moaned out happily.

They did this about a good eight times in the night and again early in the morning. The new lady was panting hard. “You’ve *pant* given up *pant* yet?” she asked. Doug grinned at her. “No way, darling!” he called out. “I’m just getting to the good part!” The woman gave him a tired smile. “Alright!” she called in exhaust. “You don’t quit, do you?” Doug shook his head smiling. They were about to go another round when there was a knock at the door. The twosome looked up at the main door. “What is it?” Doug asked aloud. “Lt. Kobe!” Mustang yelled out from the other side as he kept pounding on the door. “What have you been doing in there all morning?” Both quickly got up, wrapped themselves in sheets and hurried to the door. Doug opened it wide. Mustang looked in confused. “What is going on?” he asked. “Why is she still here? Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Doug was getting to talk, but the woman spoke first. “We were still doing it,” she replied. “We were going for around until you came here.” Roy went silent at that explanation. “Thank you, Frida!” he called. “I finally got a much-needed explanation! I’ll leave you two alone now!” “Great!” Doug called. Then, Mustang hurried away as fast as he could. Doug turned to Frida smiling. “Want another round?” he asked. The woman smiled at him. “Gladly!” she called. Then, they rushed back to the bedroom for more shagging.

In the dining hall, everyone was talking about the new couple. “Doug’s got a new girl!” Mustang called out. The others looked up at him. A heavy pause came between all of them. Andrew smiled at that. “Oh!” he called. “Doug’s got a new honey bunny!” Fuery looked at him confused. “Honey bunny?” he asked. “That’s what he calls all of the women he sleeps with!” Jim explained. “Oh!” Fuery replied. “So how long do you think this one will last?” Kim asked. Everyone thought about that for a moment. “Two weeks!” Breda called. “Three days!” Don called. “One week!” Havoc called. “Until tomorrow!” Jim called. Then, the bets went on and on. This was just typical of Doug’s relationships. That was just how it was. Shame, shame!