A couple of other girls dance a turn each and then it's time for Nocturne to do her duty for the government.
(And, not so incidentally, for her own wallet!)
I dance onto the stage and I spot the bodyguard and what must be the sheik out in the audience.
I'll target them during my performance so that all the sheik will be thinking of is Nocturne as he's led down the hall to the slaughter.
The government agents may be skilled specialists.
However, Nocturne is a specialist in her own right!
I do my virgin Princess strip from a silk lady suit plus hat and gloves.
The hat for this performance is a sort of Arab lady looking head scarf and is intended to show the sheik that I'm dancing just for him.
The hat and some very fancy gloves are my update to my successful pampered Princess act.
I also have another update to the pampered Princess costume, but that won't be visible for a time.
Of course, many of the customers have seen my pampered Princess act, but the lady suit looks classy and not what the sheik might expect on a strip bar stage, which is just the way I want it.
The demure little Princess dances a few rather tame licks across the stage and then flashes the coat open to show the guys that I have only a French bra on under the coat.
Even though most of the audience knows what to expect, the titty flash definitely nails the sheik who is a first time viewer.
As usual, I work through the first song with no more than an occasional flash of my tits to the customers.
I do make sure to let the sheik have the best view in the place of Nocturne’s tits.
I'm selling the sheik on the idea that it's not a stripper he's watching, but a for real virgin Princess and maybe even a sheltered Arab Princess waiting for the savage rape of the sheik!
I again use the projection that I learned from Miss. Hollywood here and it sells the entire audience on the ‘fact’ that they're indeed watching a young innocent.
Of course, I really work on selling the sheik.
At the start of the second song, I take off the jacket but keep covering my French bra supported tits with my gloved hands like an embarrassed virgin Princess.
First I show my nipples and then hide my nipples.
The lace gloves have a sort of rough texture in the palm and I use that texture, rubbed gently across my nipples, to make damn sure that they stand up for the sheik’s viewing pleasure.
Forget the fact that some of the customers have seen me dance nude before and that some of them have even seen my Princess strip before.
This isn't Nocturne they are seeing.
This is Nocturne’s virgin little sister and the guys are seeing what they are not supposed to see!
Of course, the sheik, who's never seen the act before, is completely captured by the virgin Princess!
During the second song, I gradually become more confident and spend more time with my nipples exposed.
Thus, I'm able to flash my skirt from time to time to reveal my pussy or my flesh coloured panties, which is it?
(Some of the customers have already seen my shaved smooth pussy many times.
However, the little bit of tease always grabs their attention again.
As for the sheik, he's a first timer and there is still an air of mystery!)
Just at the end of the second song, I lift my skirt high in front can-can style.
I'm not wearing the tiny lace panties I usually wear with the silk suit strip.
This time, I'm wearing a lace edged, silk, crotchless loin cloth, with matching garter belt and lace top nylons!
I then remove my skirt and begin the third song.
The virgin Princess is now embarrassed.
She has revealed her self to be the kind of girl who wears a sexy French bra under her so very proper lady suit.
Plus she wears a crotchless loincloth that will reveal her pussy if she moves too fast.
This is a modest little Princess who has something to hide and now the poor girl is forced to show it in front of all the boys.
Nocturne then tentatively peers down at the crotchless loin cloth that's the only thing hiding her pussy from all the men in front of her.
Despite being the shy little virgin girl, she just can't resist maybe a little hip action to kind of flirt the loin cloth to show the boys that it's indeed crotchless.
Of course she gets a little too enthusiastic with the hip action and she's shocked to realize that maybe she did expose her pussy, but what else is she to do since she's on stage at a strip bar?
Well, what else Nocturne will do is take off her silly little headscarf hat and hold it over her pussy.
Then Nocturne will drop the crotchless loincloth and kind of pretend that the 'accidental' exposure never happened.
Nocturne now has her pussy covered by the hat and she's still proper.
Wait, she forgot that her nipples are now exposed by the French bra and she can cover only one nipple at a time, since she needs a hand to hold the hat over her pussy!
Now, the customers, except for maybe the sheik, know that I'm not a little virgin Princess.
They know that I'm Nocturne the stripper.
However, the guys get a message from their cock.
“Dummy, strippers do not wear a hat and fancy gloves when they strip.
This has got to be Nocturne’s little virgin sister!
It must be her very first time too!
Hot damn!”
With the virgin Princess act to set things up, I use the fourth song for a big finish.
I ‘accidentally’ drop the hat and someone off stage grabs it.
The virgin Princess is now completely exposed and her facial expression again shows the shock and embarrassment she feels.
She does try to grab the hat, but only succeeds in turning and bending so that the audience gets to see s rear view of her pussy and ass hole.
To hide her embarrassment, the poor little girl then loses herself in the dance she's doing.
She jiggles her tits so that the boys will maybe not notice that her pussy is exposed.
OK, that doesn't work, the boys are still staring at her exposed pussy.
Maybe if she does a really raunchy dance and shows the boys the pussy they most want to see, then the boys won't notice how embarrassed the little girl is.
So, the embarrassed little girl shows it all and really jiggles her tits through an extremely raunchy dance to finish the fourth song.
The dance is way more than the usual fourth song dance and the audience is riveted to my act.
Most of the audience is riveted, despite the fact that they have almost all seen the act before.
The sheik, who's never seen my act before, is my total lust slave!
As I finish, I notice that the same government lady who vamped the bodyguard during the last visit is now leading him backstage.
The sheik is being led backstage by another government lady.
Of course, the government ladies are nude and the Arabs aren't noticing too much of anything else.
As I come off stage, the Stage Manager signals to me that all is as planned and I need to get back to the dressing room for make up.
The make up lady we have hired gets to work and I soon look like a very battered and bruised lady.
While she works on me, the nude government lady who led the bodyguard backstage skips in and waits her turn.
She gives me the high sign!
The trap has caught the sheik and his bodyguard.
The government will squeeze the information out of them with chemistry.
However, that's the simple part of the plan.
Now, I have to try to make sure that the sheik doesn't notice that he lost two hours out of his night.
Fortunately, I have the make up lady and the Sheriff to help me.
When the make up lady finishes, I rip my fetish gear to make it look as if I have been attacked and then I trot up the back hall to the back room where the sheik is being squeezed for the information the government needs.
It seems like a long time, but it's probably only a half hour that I wait until I get the signal from the government people that the interrogation is coming to an end.
I begin to dance.
I dance hard and really work at it.
I dance much harder than I would normally push myself and I do what no stripper ever does willingly on stage.
I begin to sweat!
I get the signal from the government lady and I dash through the back room, slapping the very groggy sheik as I go.
I then dash into the front corridor just as the Sheriff and his merry men run into the corridor from the other end.
An obviously nude, torn and bruised Nocturne screams, “Oh Sheriff, the beast is trying to kill me!
Help me please!”
The Sheriff plunges into the back room and collars the sheik.
The Sheriff is shaking the sheik so hard that I doubt that the sheik can think.
The Sheriff then jerks the sheik around and points to a battered, bruised and dripping wet Nocturne leaning against the wall of the room.
The Sheriff screams to the sheik, “We don't treat our women that way boy!
You gonna spend some time in jail here.
All your damn fancy lawyers not gonna save you this time!”
The sheik tries to speak but can only sputter as the Sheriff is still shaking him.
About this time, the government lady who led the bodyguard into the corridor prances in nude and screaming that a customer tried to kill her!
She is battered, bruised, dripping wet and bloody from a ‘cut’ across her stomach.
The Sheriff hauls the sheik up to his face and says, “You have the right to remain silent ...”
OK, the sheik will go to jail and confusion will reign.
The matter of two hours or so of government questioning will disappear in the confusion!
The two battered and bruised naked ladies manage to stagger out into the back corridor.
We then stagger into the ladies dressing room to find local male police officers!
In our battered, bruised and bleeding condition, we try to hide our nudity from the male police, but we don't succeed in hiding much.
This last is probably just as well.
For, when we stagger into the showers, leaning on one another and nearly fainting, the male police officers dash down the hall to confront the sheik over what they saw with their own eyes.
Meanwhile the naked ladies don long coats and real head scarves and, when the coast is clear, slip out the back door to a waiting government car.
Two battered, naked ladies are checked into the hospital by the government in front of witnesses.
The same ladies who did the sheik interrogation but now wearing doctor/nurse uniforms have us put on gurneys and wheeled into an operating room.
With government agents standing guard, the government ladies use laptops to transmit the data they extracted from the sheik to who knows where.
In the meantime, the other government lady and I get bandaged by the doctor lady who's not transmitting data at the time.
Afterward, we two poor, operated on ladies are wheeled out to an ambulance for transfer to a better equipped emergency room.
The witnesses can see the bandages and obviously the poor ladies are in bad shape.
We, of course, wind up in some sort of secure government facility.
We get cleaned of our battered and bruised make up and bandages, then we get to shower.
As we finish our showers I discover a problem.
The one small detail I overlooked is that nobody brought clothes for the mostly nude ladies who were at The Pussycat Lounge.
We do have coats, but in they're being cleaned of the fake gore make up that came off when we were being transferred from place to place.
I'm not too bothered by being nude in the middle of a room full of government agents of both sexes.
Hell, being nude in the presence of males is my normal work environment.
The government ladies have a somewhat different view of things.
The lady who vamped the bodyguard is the largest and apparently the strongest of the government ladies.
She gets in the face of the first male she comes to and inquires in a polite scream, “What in the hell do you think this is, ass hole, a free nudie show?”
You had to be there to hear the venom in her voice!
(Not too near, the volume is way up.)
Ass hole and his buddies leave. Not gracefully and not too willingly.
They do leave in the face (, tits and pussy) of enraged women!
Finally, a fully dressed female agent appears with some blankets.
The ladies who have coats use them and the others use blankets.
We're then transferred to a hotel.