Elisabeth was a student. A self professed intellectual and an avowed feminist. On the day in question she had the bright idea of provoking some wasp-waisted beauties right in the middle of their very own nest - a local strip-club.
She asked two male classmates to go to the establishment with her. The men who really found strip-clubs to be highly amusing, agreed because they didn't want to appear timid next to this skirted and "knickered" crusader.
Joseph Farrel, "Humiliations". Forced to Exhibition
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The establishment that they visited was well run, efficiently staffed and provided harmless "value-for-money" entertainment for every one who cared to patronise the place.
Our two heroes and our heroine found a table towards the rear of the club and sat back to watch the show, albeit with a certain degree of embarrassment on the part of the men. A new act had just begun, and the rather pretty stripper moved and gyrated well with the music. All in all, it was rather enjoyable.
At the end of her act a ripple of applause broke out which was quickly interrupted by some unexpected whistling. The audience turned to ascertain the source of this rudeness and saw that it emanated from an aggressive young woman who was accompanied by two rather "sheepish" looking men.
The show went on, each act being continually punctuated by loud, acidic comments from Elisabth, and the conclusion of each act was greeted by more derisive whistling, much to the annoyance of everyone else in the club. The manager was called to deal with the matter. He went to Elisabeth's table and asked the three of them to moderate their behaviour, but, of course, his request was ignored.
It was one of the stars, at whom a great deal of whistling had been directed, who came amongst the audience and invited Elisabeth to accompany her back-stage. Intrigued and glad to be the centre of so much attention, Elisabeth followed the performer, leaving her two classmates at the table as, unsurprisingly, back-stage was "off-limits" to men.
Suddenly cries, stamping, protestations and slaps could be heard above the general hubbub of the audience, which seemed to be coming from the "wings". And then Elisabth was frog-marched into centre stage by a stage-hand. Blushing and disheveled, her blouse open to reveal two pert and pretty breasts, her skirt hitched up to her hips, providing all who cared to look with a lovely view of her chubby, hairless cunt - a view so well lit that even her slit was clearly visible to her classmates who were still sealed at the back of the auditorium.
The applause and hoots of derisive laughter rose in unison throughout the club to greet our ridiculed and shamed heroine's first performance.