The spattering of applause seemed to please her. Smiling in gratitude, she swayed languorously and turned her head to make a panoramic survey of the place. Her hair, long and black and shiny, tumbled loose over her shoulders and down her back. She ran her fingers through it like a comb, still swaying from side to side, doing a sensual little dance without lifting her feet…

Not bad but not exactly spectacular either, and I took a sip of my drink with growing impatience. The woman was just too damn fat for this sort of thing. Still, her movements did show a certain skill, a knack for using her inner passion to blur the effect of the excess poundage. And she was really moving now, touring the front edge of the stage as though her whole body had to make that same panoramic sweep. The stage itself was unusual, I realized, elevated only a few inches but extending the curve of its apron right out into the clustered tables. Which obviously didn't leave much room between the eager performer and her equally eager audience.

Oh yes, the crowd was getting eager now. The stripper had come to a halt with her legs spread wide and was gliding her palms lewdly up the insides of her thighs. I wondered what it would feel like to do something that sexy with that many people sitting up so close and staring. It gave me quite a charge and for a moment I was right up there alongside her, all creamy and blond and beautiful, swinging my hair and stroking my legs, the sexiest bitch in the house! I shivered and blushed at the thought, painfully conscious of my shame but enjoying it nonetheless; oh shit, wasn't the shame itself part of that delicious thrill?

The fat babe had one hand on her bra now, fooling around with the catch between the cups. Still picking at it, she turned her back and jutted her buttocks as if to divert attention from what was happening out of sight, practically sticking that colossal ass of hers into the uptilted faces at the nearby tables.