The Central Mountains Republic, part 3
by Joe Rathbone
PY NAE KOT BECOMES A TOPLESS DANCER

With Py Nae Kot's magnificent body, it
was bound to happen sooner or later.
Sure enough, the Manager of the Dock
Workers, Py Nae Kot's boss, had a friend
who came by often for one reason or
another. He could not help noticing the
sexy Py Nae Kot. He was the Manager of
a night club that, among other things,
featured scantily dressed and topless
dancers for entertaining men.

"Man oh MAN! If I could have her dance
in my club, she could TAKE IT OVER!" he
declared. From the window of the
Manager's office he observed Py Nae Kot
working in the blustering weather,
dressed only in a faded black sleeveless
t-shirt and split-up-the-sides faded
blue denim mini-skirt!

He continued, "Tuck a tiny, little,
white g-string patch between her
awesome, tan legs, and I swear to
goodness, SHE would be the boss, not me
OR the owner! She could command any
price, OR MAN for that matter. You think
there is any chance at all she may want
to dance at my club?"

The Dock Workers' Manager, James,
replied, "I don't know, those Injuns can
be mighty particular. If she danced in
your club, she would make boucu money!
She wouldn't want to work here anymore.
I'd hate to loose her."

His friend, Pete, the night club Manager
responded, "My commission depends on the
size of the clientele that comes to the
club and on membership. THAT BOMB SHELL
out there will have that place so jam
packed, my commission will sky-rocket.
I'll cut you in on half of the INCREASE
of my commission, over what it is now,
when she starts pulling them in. Won't
that be worth giving up one worker?"
"Well, okay, I'll give her up because
we're friends, and I would appreciate
that one-half your increased commission,
but remember, when I give HER up, I'm
not loosing ONE worker. What with her
ruggedness, never out sick, and her
seeming boundless energy, and yes, she
helps the moral of the other workers! If
she leaves, there's going to be a lot of
sad and long faces around here. The
bottom line is, if she leaves, it will
be as if three, maybe FOUR workers have
left! And I still don't know if she'll
dance for you. Only one way to find out!
Let's wait 'till after everybody's lunch
break, then let me call her up here." 



A couple hours later, Py Nae Kot's
muscles were bulging tense with a heavy
crate, one of many that she was
unloading. A dock worker came running up
to her and said, "The boss wants to see
ya."
"Whew! Okay!" said Py Nae Kot
breathlessly as she completed the
transfer of the crate, setting it down
with a "whomp!" then wiped the sweat off
her brow with her fore-arm... despite 48
drizzling degrees and wind.

Thinking, "what does he want now? Any
time now, that pale-face is gonna start
wanting sexual favors!", Py Nae Kot
arrived at the Manager's office.

When she walked in, it felt
uncomfortably warm. She noticed the
other fellow sitting there and
suspected, He wants me to do sexual
favors for THAT guy!

"Yes, Mr. Rayburn, did you want me?" she
said. James, a typical sized man of
maybe 5 feet and 9 inches, was
accustomed to looking up when talking to
this big woman! But Pete NEVER saw such
a grand sized lady. He knew she was big,
but up close and in the same room, she
was huge!

Her body filled the door-way. She had to
duck her head to keep from striking a
lamp fixture. Pete's eyes were
helplessly seized and taken on a trip up
Py Nae Kot's long, big, well muscled,
tanned legs! Whew! Now HE felt hot! Her
legs seemed to go on for ever. Big
bulging thighs with hard muscle took up
a large portion of Pete's field of
vision. Pete's eyes' journey up her legs
did not end until after the part where
her legs join the cheek of her shapely,
hard butt. And her butt was visible due
to the rip in the skirt being parted
courtesy of her slight spread legged
stance, of which she was perhaps
unaware, because she felt the office so
stuffy and hot.

James said, "Have a seat, Py Nae Kot."
She replied, "Are you sure? I'm wet with
sweat and rain, I'll soil it pretty
bad... whew! It's so hot in here!"

Pete got up right away and opened a
window saying, "That's because you're
such a big, healthy gal! Just a minute
and I'll open some windows."

Py Nae Kot, assuming the worst, thought
to herself, "Big, healthy gal eh? Yeah,
sure! And a big healthy cunt to match,
right!?"

Pete flit across the room and opened
another window. With two windows open,
the cool damp, and to Py Nae Kot,
refreshing outside air began to drift
into the room.

James said, "Well, lets not beat around
the bush. I have generally been honest
with you, Py Nae Kot, and I'm not about
to start being sneaky now. My buddy
here, Peter Simpson, runs a night club."

Yep, here it comes, thought Py Nae Kot!

"I'll just be direct with you. Pete
would dearly love for you to dance for
his club. Now before you get going with
your criticisms, let me say I know you
don't like the White Man much, and you
may not agree with some of his decadent
ways. But Pete's particular club is a
classier place than most. You will NOT
be expected to have sex with anyone.
Just dance!"

Yeah, sure!, she wanted to say out loud.

Py Nae Kot started to reply, "Well I
usually don't..." when Pete, who had
finally gathered himself after being
decimated by Py Nae Kot's looks, said,
"This club has a very high cover fee to
get in, and a high annual membership
fee. With all the sleazy, cheap clubs
around, the riff-raff have plenty of
places to go else where. Our clientele
is up-scale and generally well cultured.
You'll be dancing for executives,
Bankers, Engineers, rich tourists,
Airline Pilots and an occasional
celebrity. Now, I CAN NOT guarantee,
that after your performances, there will
NEVER be some guy that might find his
way to you dancers' dressing area, or
the weight room, and... well... uh..
propose to you, and maybe offer a great
deal of cash... uh.. for... um.. it! But
you only have to say 'NO'! And, AS BIG
AS YOU ARE!... You can give 'em 'any
answer you wanna'!"

Now, Py Nae Kot began to wax interested,
but still with a little skepticism.
Something else as well grabbed her
attention... "Did you say something
about a weight room?"
"Yes!" replied Pete in a chipper manner,
hoping that maybe he was about to dig
through her anti-whiteism. "You see, men
these days, more and more like a hard,
sort of muscular woman. They may not
want to DATE one, and maybe certainly
not MARRY one, but they sure love to see
them dance! So a lot of the girls...
er... women dancing for us are very fit.
All our dancers have free access to the
weight room, any time of the day that we
are open. Some women blast their muscles
just before coming on stage, so they'll
look ripped... I believe that's the
term... and it psychs them up, makes
them feel wilder so that they dance more
uh... convincingly! What do you say?"

But before Py Nae Kot could answer,
James chimed in and said, "The PAY,
numb-skull! The PAY! She'll earn more
money than she's ever seen before..."

Pete jumped in taking over what James
was going to say, "On your very first
night, you'll walk out of there with
more cash than many people make in a
week. And that's just tips! WE will
offer a generous base pay of, to you
ONLY now, so don't tell others, of 20
dollars per hour! So NOW what do you
say?"

Py Nae Kot was interested, but thought,
I've never danced... that way! She
started to say, "There's just one
problem, I don't know how to dance. At
least, not THAT kind of dance..."

Pete interrupted, insisting, "ALL you
HAVE to DO is SHAKE YOUR BOOTY, as they
say! Just wiggle and gyrate, and
generally act like an animal in heat!
And that's just initially. After the
clientele becomes familiar with you, we
have a Choreographer that will train you
for more sophisticated dances, and will
come up with programs for you to dance
through. You will be the STAR dancer,
with 'lesser' dancers flanking you on
either side as part of a whole dance
production! That's what a Choreographer
does, in case you don't know."

Py Nae Kot then asked what to her was an
important question. "Are they all pale-
faces in there? I don't like the idea of
lowering myself to that level for the
sake of pale-faces..."

James looked at Pete as if to say, see,
I told you so, when Pete interrupted,
"But the clientele loves you Indian
girl... uh women! In recent years,
ethnic models and dancers have become
VERY popular. We have had Blacks,
Mexicans, and other Indian women dance
for us before AND NOW, and they are
ALWAYS POPULAR!"

Py Nae Kot, ever critical of the White
Race, said, "That's because pale-face
men like having women of color prostrate
themselves before them. Somehow, they
feel more comfortable with that, rather
than a 'nice White Woman' doing that
sort of thing."

Pete replied, "Chill out, that's not
quite so! For years before now, the more
popular dancers WERE white! But in
recent years, ethnic dancers AND MODELS
have been accepted as equals. My club's
clientele respects and loves you Indian
Women... I guarantee it!"

Py Nae Kot said, "I don't know about
that. I'll have to think about it... And
please stop calling us Indians. We are
NOT from India. Your Columbus called us
Indians because he thought he found
India! We are Native Americans, the
original and rightful tenants of this
land, who apparently, were the only ones
that knew how to take care of it. You
pale-faces have turned it into this
cacophonous mayhem that you laughingly
call civilization. HAH! A civilization
that you get shot at, robbed, and if
you're a woman, get maniacal, cruddy
excuses for men coming at you for forced
sex... like what happened to me some
months ago. Some stupid pale-face shit
tried to rape me! BOY THAT MADE ME MAD!!
I busted him up good, but the point is,
a REAL civilization, like we Native
Americans had before you pale-faces
showed up, would NEVER have that kind of
thing happen! And if it did, the man
would have been executed!" 

Pete explained, "I know we whites have
brought some real riff-raff, but you've
got to remember, we are not ALL like
that, in fact, the typical white person
just works everyday with no thought that
he or she may be an invader into another
nation. Don't call ALL of us pale-faces,
and I'll remember to say that you are
Native American! Only call cruds like
the one you say attacked you pale-
face... say, what did you do after that?
Did you prosecute?"
"NO!" said Py Nae Kot proudly, "I
punished him MYSELF! I find the pale-
face's laws and courts useless to me."

James added, "The incident made the
news. The guy called the TV station news
and police. I knew it was Py Nae Kot
because he said a giant Injun girl
attacked him. He pointed out the black
t-shirt and ripped skirt. And he
mentioned the bicycle. That guy actually
wanted to prosecute HER! He claimed she
attacked him as part of a robbery. He
had cuts, bad bruises and a few cracked
ribs and broken collar bone. But of
course, he had no way of tracing her
except by saying she was an Indian... I
mean a Native American! No one took him
seriously though, with neighbors pretty
much saying he was a low-life. We never
heard anymore about it since. So it DOES
look like Py Nae Kot here took care of
it herself. I bet that fool didn't know
what hit him, hah-hah!"

Even serious Py Nae Kot cracked a smile.

Pete asked what could be considered a
stupid question, "Wow! That's something!
Did you do all that to him, Miss Py Nae
Kot?"

Py Nae Kot simply looked at Pete and
smiled a silly grin, "No! That was
ANOTHER giant Injun girl in a black t-
shirt and split mini-skirt on a
bicycle!"

Pete nervously laughed off his silly
question.

Pete concluded, "Well, I have made my
case as much as I can. I sure would love
to have you dance for us. You WILL be
treated with respect!"

Py Nae Kot seemed to be thinking about
it when James said, "Too bad the owner
of the night club isn't an India... I
mean a Native American. Perhaps if Py
Nae Kot knew the owner was..." but he
was interrupted by Pete who was reminded
of something by what James just said.

"The OWNER... who is not me, I am only
a Manager... The owner is Black... a
Black Man! Will THAT help you make your
decision, Miss Py Nae Kot? He owns the
building as well as the business. I am
merely his employee! It's my duty to
find talent that will pull the crowds
in. Oh sure, I get a commission that
depends on the health of the business.
But ultimately, if you dance there, you
will be benefiting a Black Man and his
Wife and Kids. That club is his way of
making a living. His name is Robert
Manning. He is away on a business trip
now, but in a few days he will be back
and you can meet him!"

Py Nae Kot looked at Pete wryly. Pete
continued, "You don't have anything
against Blacks, do you? They got even a
worse deal than you Native Americans!
The Whites took over your Nation, but
the Whites took the Black people
completely OUT of their nation and worse
than that, made SLAVES out of them for
a while. And after that, held them
back!"

"All right ALL RIGHT!" Py Nae Kot
finally said. "I will dance for your
night club. But everything BETTER BE AS
YOU SAID or I'm OUT OF THERE! And I DO
want to see this Mr. Robert Manning."

Pete, ecstatic to the point of it
showing through, said, "Oh BOY! You will
NOT regret it! You'll TAKE OVER THE
PLACE! Wow! Wait 'till they see you!"

Py Nae Kot was excited as well but
concealed it for the moment.

Well, so James's friend Pete finally had
his Amazon dancer. James said, "Okay
buddy, but can I keep her just to the
end of today? She was doing a wham bang
job getting that big load out there
stowed, single handedly too so I could
get the other workers on something
else!... My gosh we've been busy! I keep
hearing about a recession but you
wouldn't know it around here! Could you
do that for me, Py Nae Kot? Just finish
that big crate today. I know you are
excited about the dancing... or are
you?"

James noticed Py Nae Kot showed
absolutely NO visible excitement OR
anxiety over being hired as a Night Club
Dancer. Most young women would fly apart
with excitement, he thought.

James continued, "Well, what ever, but
could you finish that today... please?"
"Okay," said Py Nae Kot, as she stood
up.

Following a program of "choreography"
generated in a flash in her head, she
stretched, her arms behind her head
stretching, also draping her long, jet-
black hair behind her. Pete's eyes were
enslaved again as they ogled that sight!
He noted with a hot tingle, her shapely,
big, firm arms that had sizable
biceps... big enough to make any weight-
trainer proud!

"I will finish that job." she said as
she calmly turned to go, not AT ALL
showing any excitement about possibly
being a star dancer. But she was
dreaming, how exciting it will be, to
enslave those guys with my body... and
a great way to nab some of pale-face's
money!

As Py Nae Kot opened the door and walked
through it, she ducked her head a little
to keep from bumping the top of door-
way. Pete's eyes resembled someone on
drugs! "Holy Toledo by DANG she huge!
Wait 'till she hits that dance floor! A
true AMAZON if ever I saw one!"

Py Nae Kot worked almost an hour late to
finish the crate. She left a deserted
dock area on her bicycle to go home.
Being November, it was dark, chilly and
raining somewhat hard now. So nobody
stuck around if they did not have to.
She wore her special cyclist's rain-
coat to fend off the chilly rain and
gusty winds.



After arriving home Py Nae Kot received
a telephone call from Pete who asked her
to come to the Night Club for
orientation at 10 A.M., before it
opened. Py Nae Kot's Mother, White Dove,
wondered what all the excitement was
about.

"I'm going to dance in a Night Club"
manufactures fear in many a Mom when
they hear that statement from a
daughter. "I'm gonna check it out
tomorrow. If it isn't what he claimed,
I will not do it. Mostly, I just wanted
to inform you I will not be getting up
for work at the usual time tomorrow..."
she went on to explain that the Night
Club's Manager was a friend of her boss
at the docks.

Her Mother did not exactly over flow
with confidence, but she accepted it for
the moment. But she reminded Py Nae Kot
saying, "Just remember that the goal of
many of us Indians is to get out of the
White man's system. But by dancing
there, you are entering that system to
make money in a White man's world."
"But Mom, know this: When I dance there,
I will be taking a lot of pale-face
money! And I plan to hand over most of
it to the Tribal Fund."
"But you'll be prostrating yourself to
those White men."
"I prostrate myself at the docks. I work
like a slave and get paid little. At the
night club, I will be paid more for less
work. So nothing has changed except
jobs, that's all."



The next day, she rode her bicycle,
later than usual, to arrive at the Night
Club at 10 A.M. Sure enough, it was in
a swanky part of Seattle. Other Night
Clubs and bars were around. Quiet now,
the action would start as always, around
the supper-hour and beyond.

With the temperature barely 40, damp
misting rain and wind, Py Nae Kot was in
her usual out fit of, you guessed it,
faded black sleeveless t-shirt and blue
de... whoops, forgot to say 'faded'!...
blue denim mini-skirt ripped up the
sides. The rain, only a fine mist, was
insufficient to cause Py Nae Kot to don
the rain-coat. Sweating underneath the
rain-coat would make her as wet anyway.
She knocked on the back entrance door as
Pete had told her. After a short wait,
sure enough, Pete answered.

"Wow!" Pete said, "I keep forgetting how
BIG you are!"

Py Nae Kot had no response except to
wipe her forehead of sweat with her
forearm and say, "Well, let's take a
look at what you have."

SO TALL, Pete thought, looking up at her
filling the doorway with her magnificent
form. With her forearm up to wipe her
brow, Pete was impressed with the
muscles he saw. His eyes were drawn to
scan all along her raised arm, including
her clean-shaven under-arm which filled
those arm cut-outs of her t-shirt so
well. The way the muscles of her arm
came together under her prominent
shoulder muscle and gave way to her pecs
and firm breasts tempted him to feel it
over. But he knew he better not, at
least not without this Amazon Lady's
permission!

Pete gave Py Nae Kot a tour of the Night
Club. He and her were the only ones
there in the big place. Their foot steps
echoed in the halls of the office area.
Py Nae Kot, walking along beside the
chattering Pete, began to think his pert
manner and nervous way were cute, in a
way. He appeared honest, and a tad
innocent. She noticed herself desiring
to molest him, maybe feel him over, or
some other equally perverted thing.
Especially because he was a pale-face
and so not worthy of respectable
behavior she was so tempted. But she
knew she better not, so remained silent.

Pete was thrilled, and maybe just a wee
bit fearful, of being alone with this
big, strangely un-excited Native
American Woman. Anyway, he showed her
where she would be dancing. She was
shown the dressing room. She was shown
the weight room.

"Nordic Trak units, eh?" asked Py Nae
Kot about the sophisticated weight
benches. "Yes," replied Pete, "Only the
best!"
"Hmm... I'd like to try out the curl
attachment on this. I've heard it causes
the biceps to flex the hardest toward
the top of the lift, causing more
effective muscle development... well,
later. Anything else you want to cover?"

Pete, curious and maybe a bit
disappointed at Py Nae Kot's total lack
of excitement, except for the weight
bench, said, "Oh, if you want to work
out with the weights now, you may! We
are just about done with the pertinent
things I wanted to show you. Just one
more thing, I wanted to show you the
dancers' costume selections."

Pete led Py Nae Kot back to the dressing
room where he had forgotten to go over
with her what she would be wearing. He
opened the door of a closet that had
several bars with all manner of scant,
skimpy clothing for near-nude dancing.
Pete said, "We generally let the dancers
choose their costumes. These are all
new. We provide them for you, free."

Py Nae Kot thought, he wants a naked
Injun girl, give him naked Injun girl!
She lazily reached for a basic, black g-
string. All it consisted of was a sheer
triangular patch to barely cover the
genitals and a series of strings to hold
it in place. "This one, I guess." she
said, keeping all excitement out of her
tone.

But Pete had another idea. "How.. How
about THIS one?" He held up a white,
lacy g-string or thong of just a little
more coverage in the front and sported
lacy frills. It also had a teeny bit of
coverage in the back, a so-called t-
back.

"You sure you want me to wear that? If
my cunt gets wet, it'll show through."
Even though she purposely said that in
such a matter of fact manner, with no
emotion at all, she knew it would have
an effect!

Pete felt himself tingle when she said
those words. Knowing a sexually aroused
woman can become moist around her
vagina, he knew her saying that meant
she might be aroused. But he sure
couldn't tell it now! Pete, voice
showing tenseness, replied, "Well, um..
if um.. if your.. um.. uh.. cunt gets
wet during a dance, um... actually, uh..
um.. because of what it.. um.. means, I
think the guys would think that extra
exciting to see that. So go ahead!"
"All right, you want me to try it on
now?" Py Nae Kot asked, looking Pete
right in the eye with no emotional
involvement at all. "Uh.. um.. Yeah!
Sure!"

Py Nae Kot was feeling down and dirty-
naughty! She felt like playing a bit!
Pete was not expecting at all what was
to happen next. Holding back all
emotion, her face neutral, Py Nae Kot
peeled her t-shirt right there in front
of Pete! Pete's eyes bugged out like
those of a crab! She casually threw her
t-shirt to the side. Her robust 6 and
1/2, 240 pound bronze-tan body now only
had a brief denim mini-skirt. And she
went after that next.

"Wait, don't you want to.. uh... use a
dressing room?" Pete stuttered out.
"That's where we are, isn't it?" Py Nae
Kot calmly asked.

Pete looked around then said, "Huh..
yeah, I guess so... but I just
thought..." Py Nae Kot interrupted,
"What's the matter with you? I thought
you were used to women undressing, what
being the Manager of a Night Club and
all."

Py Nae Kot dropped her teeny skirt
leaving her buck naked nude! Then she
slipped on the lacy white thong g-
string. "All right, like this? Is this
okay?" Py Nae Kot simply asked while
backing away for him to survey her over.

A stately bronze-tan body of six and a
half feet, big, sturdy breasts held up
high that seemed to stare out with
"eyes" of their own, wide muscular hips
and big, muscle-legs... OH! She took
Pete's breath away. Centered right in
the middle of her crotch, framed by
black pubic hair sat the gleaming white
patch of cloth that was the g-string.

Py Nae Kot watched a hump grow in Pete's
pants with delight!

Pete, fighting hot tingles and an
erection could only stutter out, "Well..
um,.. I.. I.. er, yes! uh, that's it!
That's the look we want! WOW! You'll
enslave them tonight!"

Pete NEVER experienced anything like
this before. Alone with a big and truly
strong Amazon of such intimidating
height, in this big, empty, echoing
lonely building! It actually made Pete
nervous! She could easily break Pete in
two, or do anything with him she wanted!
But it was exciting! And she kept
looking him straight in the eye! That
didn't help! Pete never saw a woman with
such a steady, un-blinking, penetrating
gaze. 
 He's cute, even though he is a pale-
face, Py Nae Kot thought. "What's the
matter with you Pete?" she asked, as if
she didn't know. "How long have you been
doing this kind of work?"

"I have been doing something like this
for 11 years, but I have NEVER
encountered a Woman like you!"
"Well, why do I make you nervous? I'M
not doing anything! It's just
business... a job! Now tell me, just
what kind of dancing do you want me to
do? I've never done this before. Can you
play some music now? Let's go to the
dance floor and let me get accustomed."
said Py Nae Kot, her outer manner
pragmatic, but inside, having a little
fun.

"Uh.. Y.. Yes, Miss Py Nae Kot, let's
go!" They proceeded back to the dance
stage area. Then up some stairs to the
D.J.'s console. Pete could feel the heat
coming off Py Nae Kot's near-bare body
from behind him as she followed. "Let's
see," said Pete, "We won't bother with
the lights THIS time... well, why not,
see what you look like in the lights...
and give you a feeling of being spot-
lighted... as you said, let you get
accustomed!"

Py Nae Kot nodded her head in agreement.
"Let's try this one!" Pete said as he
drew a CD from among its fellows and
placed it in the player. The heavy
rhythm of typical disco music came
forth, the entire place vibrating under
maybe 400 watts of audio.

"All right Miss Py Nae Kot, do your
stuff!" Py Nae Kot turned to approach
the stage but not without giving Pete
another look, a quick glance, cracking
a slight wry smile, even!

Pete followed her out, gazing at her
broad, tan, muscular back, then off the
stage to take a seat, and watched Py Nae
Kot move! Just like Pete said the day
before, she wiggled, gyrated and
generally acted like an animal in heat!

So big, so tall, her movements were
fluid, sensuous! Six and 1/2 feet at 240
pounds of bronze-skinned woman brought
that stage to life! She knew what men
wanted! And she WAS getting into it.

Then Pete noticed it... her tiny white
thong... indeed became wet in the front.
As she gyrated and moved around the
stage, she would face him close
sometimes. Each time Pete got a close
look, Py Nae Kot's pubic area was wetter
and wetter. His eyes popped out like a
cartoon character!

The music concluded itself, then Py Nae
Kot walked up to the edge of the stage
where Pete was and, panting just a
little, asked, "Was that okay? Is that
what you want me to do tonight?"

Smoke seemed to be coming out of Pete's
ears. "If you do like you did here,"
Pete declared, "You will OWN the crowd!"

"All right then, that's what I'll do.
Now if you don't mind, I AM going to use
those weights a while. That bench has
some attachments and exercises the one
at the gym in my town doesn't have. And
I'm going to wear this!", she said of
her brief white thong. "This thing's
comfortable! Too bad the pale-face
culture is so hypocritical about things
like this, or I'd wear this in the
warmer weather out-side all the time!".

Pete replied, "If you wore that outside,
you'd cause the biggest traffic jam in
the world! And goodness knows Seattle
DOESN'T NEED ANOTHER traffic jam! Boy,
you're sensational!"

Pete followed her to the weight room.
That big, tan female stud had big hips
that swayed oh so graceful as she
walked. The buns of her curvy, hard butt
had a cleavage between them so deep,
that the strap of the t-back was lost
between them! Only the upper part with
the little bit of mesh could be seen.

Py Nae Kot noticed Pete still hanging
around, smiled that impish grin and
asked, "Is there anything else?"

Pete replied, "Well, uh.. no. I j.. just
wanted to.. uh... Is that sweat, or
what, you look wet, there, in the
front..." Pete was groping for a way to
ask about her moist pubic area!

"Oh, this!" Py Nae Kot said, examining
her thong's "genital patch". To examine,
she had to spread those big legs, and
bend at the waist in a manner most sexy
to Pete.

It was so wet, the "lips" of her big
vagina could easily be observed through
the thin material. "Well, I told you
this would happen. I sort of got going
out there. I find it... interesting and
exciting. Say, do those guys yell and
carry on a lot? That might get me going
even worse. It's going to get wet, I'm
sure."

Pete replied in a quivering voice,
"Sometimes they are noisy, other times,
quieter... it depends. If your thong
gets wet in that.. uh.. spot, I think
they will get pretty noisy. If you are
that aroused... do you... do you have,
um... do you have a way to... um... to
gratify, uh, that? Do you have a boy
friend?"

Py Nae Kot laughed at Pete's stuttering,
"Yes, I get gratification regularly. I'd
climb the walls if I didn't. There's a
number of guys at my home town that I
get it on with often. And one's steady."

By this time, Pete had an erection
pressing out his pants and bothering him
bad. Stuttering, he asked, "C.. C..
Could I be added... uh.. to that
number?"
"What number, what do you mean?" asked
Py Nae Kot, smiling, stifling a laugh...
she KNEW what he wanted. She just
enjoyed torturing him by forcing him to
ask more explicitly.

Pete had to clarify that difficult
question!

"To.. to th.. that number of guys that
you said... uh... that you said you get
gratification with..."
"Oh! THAT number!" declared Py Nae Kot,
playing dumb, teasing Pete. "Well," she
continued, "They are all Native
American. I have never done that with a
pale-face before. I swore to myself I
NEVER would! But maybe, for you, I'll
make an exception! You're not bad as far
as a pale-face goes. In fact, I'll stop
calling you 'pale-face'! I'll call
you... 'Green Eagle'! Yes! For the money
that perhaps your hiring me here may
bring!"

Py Nae Kot circled him, making him
nervous. She looked him over carefully.
Finally she said, "Pete Green Eagle,
maybe! Later! After I know what you're
about better. Okay!? Now let me do some
exercises. You may watch if you want!" 

Smiling, almost laughing, she turned
away from Pete and walked toward the
weight bench. She took up a position on
the exercise bench and began doing
exercises. She performed curls with the
attachment that she commented about,
earlier. Pete, knowing he was NOT going
to have her today, was hopeful for the
future. He admired her magnificent body
one more time before turning to go. With
biceps muscles in her arms bulging
mightily as she began her work-out, she
gave him one more wry smile.

She went through a complete set of
muscle-building exercises on the Night
Club's equipment. When she did the knee
extensions for exercising her mighty
quads, she could not find enough
weights! She had to make do with doing
many repetitions.

Done, her devious mind planned more
torture for Pete. She thought to
herself, "I'm going to make it so that
he won't get ANY thing done today, HAH-
HAH-HAH!"

After that, she saw Pete one more time
in his office to check what time to
arrive that evening. She still wore the
thong.

"Just be here 10 P.M. or a little
before. Shortly after 10 is when the
solo and first-time dancers perform. Uh,
are you really going out like that?"
"Mmmm! I'd like to, but, better not. I
just wanted to cool off from my
exercises. And since you like my body,
I thought I might give you another
private look."

Right there in front of a surprised and
mesmerized Pete, she pulled the velcro
tabs in the straps on either side of her
tight waist. The velcro "quick-release"
tabs were all that held the thong on.
Off it fluttered.

"Wow! Oh man! Why are you doing this?"
pleaded Pete.

A naked, bronze female giant sat on a
counter across from Pete's desk. Her
big, muscular legs spread, Pete had the
best view of a big vagina, sensuously
framed with black pubic hair that he had
ever seen! "Upstairs" on her body, her
lustrous, long black hair draped around
her big breasts, framing them for a sexy
effect as well!

She just sat there and penetrated him
with her unblinking brown eyes.

She "released" Pete from her gaze and
slipped off the counter. She slipped on
her black t-shirt first, for a
"bottomless" effect. She paused. She
looked at Pete straight in the eye. She
smiled. "Say, have you ever thought of
featuring 'BOTTOMLESS' dancers?"

Pete, stoned from the effect of all
this, looked at the sexy sight of a t-
shirt-clad, tanned Amazon with out
anything on below.

"Uh... the zoning laws wouldn't allow
it..."
"Oh DRAT! Darn, stupid laws! Oh well,
interesting idea anyway!"

"...yeah..." smoldered Pete.

Then she slipped on her teeny split
skirt, and the Py Nae Kot trade-mark was
complete!

"...yeah..." smoldered Pete.

She picked up the thong bikini off the
floor and merely held it in her hand.

Pete groaned out, "You don't believe in
underwear? I thought you may as well
wear that as underwear on the way home."
"Nah, it bothers my cunt too much."

She turned to go but not without
hesitating at the door and giving him a
smile from pursed lips. Then she left,
closing the door quietly leaving him,
almost comatose, to simmer! 



After spending the afternoon home, Py
Nae Kot bicycled back to the Night Club.
At 10 P.M., it was a different place.
Full parking lot, and loud, heavy-bassed
music shaking the rafters inside. People
filled the inside with merry making
party atmosphere. There were many
couples, but mostly men sat close to the
stage were Women were already
performing. Other Women occupied the
dressing area. When they saw that giant
Py Nae Kot come strolling casually in,
many eyes opened and heads turned. Pete,
lucky Pete, surrounded by all those
lovely hard bodies, came darting out.

"Oh I'm glad you made it! You're on in
thirty minutes!" Pete nervously said.
"Yeah, sure." Py Nae Kot said casually.
She continued with a question, "Say, do
you have a hair drier somewhere? It was
misting rain out and I'd just like to
dry my hair, you know..."
"Of course!" replied Pete. "Here..."

Pete became nervous when he saw Py Nae
Kot's only preparation was to blow-dry
her long, black hair. Her clothes, that
out-fit consisting of black sleeveless
t-shirt and blue denim mini-skirt, were
damp as was her bronze skin. She made no
bother to dress.

Pete was busy with a troupe of dancers
that were keeping him busy meeting
certain conditions they wanted. Pete
took care of those while he assumed Py
Nae Kot would dress in her costume.

Pete was too harassed to notice, that
this time Py Nae Kot's denim mini-skirt
was NOT ripped ALL THE WAY up the sides.
There was a rip of only two inches from
the bottom edge in both sides. And even
THAT was not planned. She planned to
wear an un-ripped mini-skirt, but the
flexing of her mighty quads while
bicycling caused the un-planned rips!
Even now, she had to be careful how she
walked, or her powerful muscles would
rip the skirt further. Looks like Py Nae
Kot is doomed to wear split skirts all
her life!

Py Nae Kot lazily took a seat and began
flipping through a scanty-clothing
catalog. Other women fretted nervously,
primped and combed, did this and that,
while still others were blasting their
muscles on the weight bench.

A couple of the other Ladies noticed Py
Nae Kot just taking it easy. "Are you
going to dance?" one asked. "Yeah, in,
uh, maybe 15 minutes, according to
Pete." Py Nae Kot replied. "Is that your
costume?" ask the other. "Well, sort
of... yes and no. Men like seeing me in
this, so I wear it here, but I pretty
much wear it all the time anyway." The
two other ladies marveled at Py Nae
Kot's calm, completely unrattled tone of
voice. She seemed in NO WAY nervous or
anxious. Py Nae Kot was completely
confident in herself. But she was
excited about it. She held it in for
effect.

Pete came in and was aghast to see Py
Nae Kot still sitting there, relaxed,
nonchalant. "Aren't you going to dress?"
he asked anxiously. "I am." Py Nae Kot
said as she casually got up. "Men like
me in these clothes, so I'm going to
dance in these then strip down to
this..." with that she lifted her tiny
skirt to let Pete see the white thong
underneath.

Pete, still nervous, said, "B.. but I
didn't kn.. know, I.. we didn't plan..."
"Look, will you calm down!" Py Nae Kot
insisted in her soothing, low voice. "I
am going to go to that dance floor, and
give those guys what they want to see,
and THEN some. Okay? It'll be fine!
Trust me!"

The other dancers were amazed at how
completely cool Py Nae Kot was.

"W.. w.. well, okay..." was Pete's
inconfident reply. He continued, "Ar..
Aren't y.. you going to excer.. that is
blast your muscles so that they're nice
and ripped?"

Py Nae Kot said, "Nah, no need. Look,
aren't they ripped enough?"

She struck a typical "muscle-pose" with
arms up, bicep muscles flexed and
bulging. Her massive triceps were also
tight and well ripped. Her sides had a
well formed flank of lats muscles giving
her back a nice v-shape. Huge leg
muscles bulging with writhing sinews
balanced out the upper part, with her
mini-skirt on the verge of ripping from
the flexing of her big, hard, muscle-
butt!

"OOO! WOW... uh, um, ehem! Okay, okay,"
said Pete. "You're on after this group
here finishes."

"Okay." Py Nae Kot chimed. She gave Pete
a wink and a wry smile. "Relax! It'll be
fine!" Py Nae Kot concluded in a soft,
low voice.

The other group completed their
performance. The music changed. Nervous-
Nelly-Pete came up to Py Nae Kot who was
standing just off stage like someone
sleepily waiting for a bus.

"N.. n.. now y.. your cue is c.. c..
coming up..." Pete stuttered out.

Py Nae Kot's patience was beginning to
wear thin as she said, "Look, you
jittering banty rooster, if you don't
calm down, I'm gonna stuff you in that
closet over there and lock it! It'll be
fine, trust me!"

Py Nae Kot started for the stage but
Pete grabbed her big arm to stop her
saying, "N.. n.. not y.. yet! W.. w..
wait for y.. your cue!"
"Oh yeah, right." responded Py Nae Kot.

The D.J. said something like "And now,
for a change of pace, after a long
search in the Amazon, we have captured
for you, the biggest, wildest, most
ferocious human(?) female in the world
who will now perform for us if her
taming has been adequate! We want to
warn you to be quiet, for any sudden
noise might cause her to run amuck and
possibly attack!..."

Py Nae Kot lowered her head into her
hand, shaking her head saying, "OH
BROTHER! GIVE ME A BREAK!"
"N.. n.. now, th.. th.. that's h.. how
w.. we have to d.. do things around
here, we h.. ha.. have to introduce
like.. like..."

Pete's stammering was interrupted by Py
Nae Kot saying almost angrily, "All
right, you! You want wild, I'll give you
wild! Then I'm going to 'attack' YOU!"
As she completed that, she just heard
the D.J. say "and here she is!"

As soon as those gawking men on the edge
of the stage saw her come out, they knew
it would be different. All evening they
have been watching something like 5 foot
6 to 10 inch White, fair skinned blonds
come out dressed in skimpy but
luxuriantly lacy out-fits performing
well choreographed dances.

But it was after 10:30 now, time for the
topless solo dancers, of which Py Nae
Kot was apparently to be the first. Many
men like this best anyway. And they
could see this "Wild Woman of the
Amazon" was VERY different.

Big, strong, really wild looking,
compared to the others, she was huge and
rough and dark. The guys knew they were
going to get a "rough" performance!
There she came, with her black,
sleeveless t-shirt, blue denim mini-
skirt, dark, copper-tan skin and jet
black hair, with hips a-swaying, in a
slow, deliberate walk. Slowly, she
"blended" her entrance walk into moving
with the music, (which by the way, was
a "jungle"-sounding selection, with
"jungle-drums") and began to provide
what those guys wanted!

The way Py Nae Kot looked those guys in
the eye... was indescribable! Some of
them even coward behind another to
escape her steady gaze. She stayed close
to the edge of the stage, right where
the men were crowding up to. And to see
that huge, 6 and 1/2 feet of 240 pound
Amazon Woman gyrate and wiggle, was like
nothing they had seen before! Already
the men were whooping and hollering like
dervishes with "take it off!" being
heard. During her performance, Py Nae
Kot sprinkled in a number of "muscle-
poses", each one of which produced roars
from the crowd along with hands clapping
over heads.

Strange, Py Nae Kot felt all alone on
that stage. But it was exciting! She
OWNED those guys! Power! She would
dictate what they dream about tonight,
and what distracts them from their jobs
tomorrow! I'm gonna take 'em through
Wonder Land!, she planned, then REALLY
began to apply her sexy body to her
dance!

True to the topless part of the evening,
Py Nae Kot gave them topless! The way
she peeled off her t-shirt... Her hands
grabbed its lower edge which had been
caressing her hard, flat tummy - she
slowly pulled the t-shirt up, bit by bit
revealing her tremendous chest and
breast development. She pulled it out
and up, following through by dragging it
over her head and finally off,
accompanied with a strong, domineering
spread-legged stance! As she completed
pulling off her t-shirt, it and her arms
spread out and flung her lustrous black
hair. Now free of the confining cloth,
her BIG firm breasts with large, hard
nipples churned the air... AND the men.

Pete, just off stage, had given his own
finger-nails a manicure with his teeth,
but was beginning to breath sighs of
relief. He, flanked by other dancers,
saw how this "newcomer" already had
those men in her hands. One dancer said,
"You say she doesn't have any training
or experience? Sure seems like she knows
what she's doing!"
Pete replied, "I knew she had talent,
but not like this."

Py Nae Kot released her t-shirt in a
fling. As she did so, she DID show her
lack of training and experience in one
small detail. Most strippers fling their
clothes toward the men. But Py Nae Kot
simply flung her t-shirt to the side.
However, it landed near the edge of the
stage away from Py Nae Kot a ways where
a horde of arms sprang forth from the
edge of the stage scrambling over each
other and drew it away!

Py Nae Kot saw to it that it became even
"warmer" in there. Now, only in a teeny,
denim skirt, she continued to gyrate and
squirm and twirl with a lot more of
spreading her legs, thrusting her pelvis
like having sex and grabbing at her
crotch. The men were beginning to go
crazy!

Even further enhancing her performance,
she did things like crawl on the floor
and pump her butt up and down as if
having sex with a guy below her. When
doing that, she looked at the men in a
penetrating gaze that they have never
seen coming from a dancer before. With
her long, black hair stringing across
her face, she really WAS beginning to
look wild! Some of those men were
actually seen cowering behind others to
"escape" her notice!

During all this, she was subconsciously
watching out for the rips in that skirt.
But then she thought, it is time! She
stood up, stood close to that audience
of men - side turned - spread-legged -
 and all it took was one sudden,
simultaneous flex of all her butt and
thigh muscles at once - one huge ripple
of steel-cable-sinews... it had been all
she could do up to that point to keep it
from happening inadvertently... RIIIIP!
APART came the two "halves" of that
skirt as a mighty tide of muscle surged
up her thighs and through her butt - it
literally blew that skirt in half! The
men gasped from the unexpected display
of such raw power coming from any female
frame. A couple more gyrations of her
hips - a new position - facing them now!
She unbuckled that mini-skirt latch, and
just SHOOK it off using only the force
of her wild side to side shaking of her
hips! Again, she flung it haphazardly
away. It landed way toward the end of
the stage, inward about 10 feet. Some
guys actually scrambled on stage to grab
it.

With the men whooping and hollering like
never before, Pete was beginning to get
nervous again. "I've NEVER seen anything
like it! She's really got them going!
They're gettin' awfully noisy, that's
for sure..." a dancer along side Pete
exclaimed, "(GASP!) LOOK WHAT SHE'S
DOING!" Pete turned and saw Py Nae Kot
straddling one of the posts, you know,
those chrome-plated "posts", like they
have in those places. Pete said, "A lot
of late-night dancers do that... wait a
minute, she's not REALLY doing it, is
she!?"

Six and one-half feet of 240 pound
bronze-skin wild woman now only wore a
snow-white tiny patch over her large,
well formed genitals. Leg muscles and
butt muscles flexed and bulged as she
writhed AND MOANED in (what seemed to be
real) intense sexual hunger! She
straddled one of those posts as
mentioned above, and rubbed her crotch
on it, pumping her butt vigorously!
Breathing heavily and moaning, it looked
like, to Pete's horror, or was she just
acting, like she possibly was
masturbating right there in front of all
those men!

"Is it an act, or real!!?" was Pete's
thought as, with fingernails in mouth
again, he watched as a once demure and
collected Py Nae Kot transformed before
his, and the crowd's very eyes!
Thrusting vigorously on that pole, the
muscles in her butt flexing mightily
with each thrust, she let out a scream
that could be heard above the music and
the hollering, yelling men together! As
if she REALLY HAD gratified herself, she
slowed the thrusting, and released the
pole.

But she wasn't done! She twirled her
head around, black hair flying outward
and across her face, and gazed at those
men as if choosing one! They were taking
the place down! You never heard such
screaming, yelling, whooping and
hollering before in your life! Hips
swaying and gyrating, she faced that
audience without the least amount of
shame or shyness. She continued
twirling, squirming as if still
intensely aroused. She kept reaching for
her crotch and pulling at the straps of
that teeny-thong. Pete squinted his eyes
trying to see - from what he could tell
of the men's actions - but she made her
way toward Pete's end of the stage
enabling him to see what he was looking
for. Indeed, the front of Py Nae Kot's
thin, sheer costume, that minimal little
patch over her big genital, was SOPPING
WET! The material stuck so well that all
details of her vagina could be readily
seen!

Pete was REALLY beginning to get scared
now as Py Nae Kot truly acted like a
wild beast! She was pacing back and
forth across that stage, gyrating and
squirming and grabbing at and rubbing
her crotch with her hands. Then, before
Pete or the men out there knew what
struck, with the wild Amazon panting and
moaning, just grabbed that delicate set
of strings and thin lace that was her
thong, and RIPPED IT OFF! Really ripped
it off, so that it could not be worn
again!

Now a big, bronze-skin wild muscle-woman
squirmed and gyrated BUCK NAKED! Those
guys REALLY lost all their sanity - they
just were not expecting this! She
crawled on the floor like a beast, hair
streaming across her face and thoroughly
disheveled, gazing at those men with her
butt thrusting up and down! Then she
stood up, grabbed a post again and
thrust away, coating that post with
generous amounts of secretions from the
lips of her bare vagina. The men were
tearing their hair, jumping up and down,
AND A FEW EVEN FAINTED as they saw Py
Nae Kot's vagina was so large and deep,
that she could thrust and bury the
entire 1 and 1/2 inch thick pole WITHIN
IT! With the muscles in her butt flexing
and rippling with each powerful thrust
which was visibly shaking the post as if
she might rip it away, she panted and
moaned, rising to another climax! Pete
watched helplessly aghast!

Some guy just couldn't stand it any
more. Not a bad looking fellow, full,
blown-dry sand-brown hair, and a body-
shirt revealing a medium, fit but not
overly muscled physique and a smooth
face devoid of wrinkles, he may have
been a teen-ager. He ran up on the
stage, startling even Py Nae Kot,
yelling "Take me, TAKE ME, I'm your
SLAVE!" As he ran up to her, she
released the pole to turn her attention
to this guy. He fell to his knees then
prostrated himself at her feet! Py Nae
Kot just stood there in a dominant,
spread-legged pose, secretions dropping
from the lips of her aroused genital!
She looked down at him, with a sassy
smile! It really looked like this Amazon
was accepting his entrance into bondage!
Some other men guffawed heartily at this
guy at Py Nae Kot's feet. Perhaps he was
a bit "wine-fueled", but he spurred
others to follow, despite the other
men's laughter!

Pete covered his face while the other
dancers looked on, absolutely spell-
bound with amazement. This was getting
out of hand! Bouncers, big men who
generally show out-of-control
individuals the exit, came on stage to
control this. The bouncers, the biggest
of which was only the same size as Py
Nae Kot herself, were halted by Py Nae
Kot as she held up her hand in a "hold
it there" signal. By this time, the D.J.
had already cut off the music. But the
noise of those crazed men was so great,
'till the music was not being heard
anyway. Py Nae Kot stooped and gently
took the prostrated man by the hands and
gently coaxed him to stand up. He then
just fell into her limp, totally
submissive. The other men who had
started across the stage began to
approach again but were signaled to stop
by the bouncers.

Py Nae Kot was in another reality. She
was in... TOTAL CONTROL!... at least
over the crowd. But not of herself. She
felt tenderness for this vulnerable boy
in her arms. "OH! SO EXCITING it would
be to MOLEST him RIGHT ON THIS
STAGE!..." Py Nae Kot thought in a
moment of perversion. His very
vulnerability tempted her to do so. Her
genital was throbbing and aching, hot
and tingly, she could feel more
secretions exuding from it. She was
aroused to the point of near insanity!
For what seemed an agonizing eternity to
herself, and those guys in the crowd,
AND TO PETE... "OH, NO, PY NAE KOT,
PLEASE DON'T DO WHAT I THINK YOU'RE
GOING TO! OHH!" Pete simply could not
look!... Py Nae Kot, already
unconsciously feeling over the guy in
her arms, fought gallantly against the
urge to thrust the guy into her crotch
and bring herself to climax right there!
Her hips slowly undulated forward and
back, unknowned to her, in a motion
suggestive of the sex act. "DO IT! DO
IT! DO IT!" roared from the crazed men!
I gotta control myself, I gotta put an
end to this! thought Py Nae Kot hard to
herself.

At last, Py Nae Kot took the man up in
her arms, cradling him almost like a
Mother would a child. You NEVER heard
such a raucous in your life! Some men
were hooting and hollering, jumping up
and down, while some others were
laughing loud to the point of
breathlessness at this mesmerized
individual in her arms. The man Py Nae
Kot cradled was not small, a quite
normal 5-foot-10, but her strength was
sufficient to handle him easily. The
bouncers looked at each other amazed. No
need to assist THIS woman, she could
take care of the situation HER SELF!

Cradling the man in her arms, naked Py
Nae Kot carried him down some stairs off
stage right into the midst of the crowd.
Men were touching and feeling over her
body, but Py Nae Kot paid no attention.
One crazed fellow reached in between her
big legs near her pubic area and wiped
a quantity of that vaginal secretion
into his fingers which he then spread on
his face!

She set the man gently into a chair at
a table and then said, in her usual
soothing voice, "Now look, you, I'm just
an actor! YOU stay HERE, okay?" The
totally subjugated fellow nodded his
head in submissive agreement to his
"Master".

Py Nae Kot stood up straight, smiled
sweetly at him, then turned to go back
on the stage. All the while men were
stroking and feeling over her
magnificent body! One dared reached from
behind her, stuck his hand between her
legs and up to her big vagina, pushing
his fingers well into her vagina's lips
before she could stop him. Her strong
hand grabbed his wrist and pulled it
away, his fingers dripping with vaginal
secretions. She smiled and shook the
finger of her free hand at him as to
say, "naughty-naughty!" And right during
that, another guy reached around from
behind her to her front and grabbed her
big firm breast. His finger and thumb
held her enlarged, hardened nipple. She
grabbed HIS wrist and turned to face
him. Holding him by the wrist she smiled
that impish grin she does so well and
said in a low voice, "Doin' that arouses
a gal, you should know! You better cool
it or you're gonna be in the news
tomorrow along with me for something you
would rather your friends never see! Got
it!?"
"Yes ma'am" he said submissively,
stepping back. And all that while, the
guy who had his fingers up her vagina
was trying to do it again, but was block
by two other guys trying to get at her
breasts.

As she walked calmly to the stage, head
and shoulder taller than most of the
men, she smiled sweetly at them
acknowledging their adoration! Py Nae
Kot climbed back on stage, bowed,
"threw" kisses at the men, then turned
to walk deliberately slowly off, in big,
hip swaying steps.

The roar from the crowd was deafening as
"MORE! MORE!" could be heard. One fellow
bellowed through a make-shift bull-horn
of rolled menu, "RAPE A GUY! LET'S SEE
YA RAPE A GUY!" Ignoring him, Py Nae Kot
arrived off stage to a totally destroyed
Pete. "How was THAT? Was that WILD
ENOUGH?" She continued walking
confidently past Pete and other dancers
looking in amazement at her. She went to
the showers to wash up. Pete just stood
there like a dummy unable to say a
thing!

Py Nae Kot had washed and dried herself,
and was just wandering around back
there, still buck naked. Pete found her
looking over more costumes. She saw him
there and asked, "You want me to perform
again tonight, or get lost?"
"No, no, not get lost! Those guys out
there would string me up if I sent you
home. Man, Py Nae Kot, what came over
you out there?" Pete said. "I don't
know, I just sorta got into it. That was
fun!" she replied.

Pete looked around to make sure nobody
else could here his next question. "Did
you really masturbate out there?" Py Nae
Kot grinned from ear to ear at Pete and
whispered, "YES!" She continued, "I had
been feeling kind of raunchy today
anyway and I haven't had sex in a few
days, so, it just sorta happened. Until
that nut came running on the stage, I
was about to let go with another one! I
wanted to let go on HIM! And now, that
one's still in me!" Pete said urgently,
"Well, KEEP it in you! That kind of lewd
behavior is not allowed in this part of
town. And complete nude dancing is ALSO
not allowed. If police had been in here,
we and you would have been arrested. You
must at least retain a g-string over
your genitals. Now select another
costume, maybe this one, and prepare to
dance again, but NO NUDITY and NO
MASTURBATING!" Py Nae Kot replied as she
took a lacy, light pink thong bikini
from Pete, "Okay, okay boss, I'll try
not to. But I know my cunt's gonna be
sopping wet again, so just plan on it!"
"Hoo boy!" Pete muttered as he turned
away.

"YO! PETE! I almost forgot," Py Nae Kot
called to Pete as he began to walk away.
"Those chuckle heads took my clothes,
how am I supposed to get home? Can I
wear this one plus this top here home?"

Pete replied, "You should know, when you
strip like that, and I didn't know you
were going to strip, the clothes should
be flung amongst the men. Who ever grabs
them may keep it, as a souvenir. I'm
afraid you just gave your clothes away,
young lady. We could not ask for them
back from who ever has them and remain
a popular night club. As to wearing THAT
home, as I told you before, the costumes
are yours for free. It's chilly outside,
although that doesn't seem to bother
you."

Pete walked over to the costumes and
pulled out a more conservative outfit
that included a top. "Here, you might
try wearing this home, the panties have
better coverage for your butt, however
I still don't recommend it. Take a taxi.
You are so big, the panties may just
slide into your butt cleavage, making it
resemble a thong anyway."

Py Nae Kot responded with, "Thanks.
That's a nice one!"



The rest of that night, no other dancer
dared dance in the shadow of Py Nae
Kot's explosive performance. Most of
them went home leaving Py Nae Kot as the
sole dancer until their 2 AM closing
time. After letting the crowd calm down
some, they brought Py Nae Kot back out,
with the D.J. saying "We have tamed her
down a bit, but prepare for another
rousing performance!" She kept those
guys riveted for the rest of that night
until 2 AM closing time!

Py Nae Kot really DID wear that other
outfit on the way home. Without so much
wind now, and no rain, the 43 degree air
was comfortable to her tough body as she
bicycled home. Being a week-day night,
not that many cars or people were out to
notice Py Nae Kot's attire. She did draw
some attention on the ferry, though.
Still sexually aroused, she enjoyed the
attention, and acknowledged their
attention with a seductive smile!