Message-ID: <21420asstr$943330200@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Katie McN Subject: {ASSM} NEW (Katie McN) Claudette of the North 2/3(ff+,mf,group,semi-cons,1st) Lines: 660 X-Original-Message-ID: <81coj8$sbp$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Nov 23 00:54:01 1999 GMT Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 23:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, kelly Claudette of the North (Part 2 of 3) By Katie McN katiemcn@my-deja.com NOTICE - This story is written for adults. If the total corruption, degradation, humiliation and sexual exploitation of an innocent Canadian girl is something you might find offensive, please stop reading now. There's a bunch of other stuff just as bad so consider yourself warned. You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I know. This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999, but feel free to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in places where people are interested in this sort of thing. With a dedication to Polecat who's turning out to be a good friend. --- What a scary place! As soon as we walked in the door, a large gentleman stopped us and said, "You babes got any ID." Well, I knew that we would be quickly thrown out being that we were both 14 and all. Thank goodness, and what a relief. I guess I underestimated Katie, though. She looked right at the big guy, gave him a great big smile and said, "Damn straight partner, here's our ID!" She handed him a large denomination bill and another great big smile. Well, it was American money so it was worth something, and so, instead of just throwing us out, he just grinned and said, "Right this way ladies! Any seating preference?" "Hell, yes! Right down front big boy. Want to see them titties fly." I was shocked! I'd never heard anyone talk like that before. Certainly, not a 14 year old girl. Well, I'd never been in a place like this before either. America is a very interesting place. In no time at all, we were seated down front, right next to the stage. Just as soon as we sat down, an attractive young woman came up to our table and said, "Six drink minimum, ladies." Where were her clothes? Couldn't believe she didn't realize she had almost nothing covering her body. My goodness, I could almost see *everything*. Katie told me that we had to drink a certain amount since it was house rules or something like that. Of course, we had to go along just to be nice. It's the Canadian way. Club rules and all. Katie ordered three double shots of tequila and three Lone Stars for both of us. "No use trying to keep track, girl. Let's just order up now and get it over with right away." Well, it seemed like a good idea to me, at the time. She told me to drink the double shot of tequila in one gulp. I did what she said, but it sure burned my throat going down. Yeeeps. Katie said I was doing it all wrong, and it was easy to tell she was right from the fire in my throat. "Rub this lime on the back of your cute little hand, Claudie. Okay, now shake a little of this salt on your hand, too. Good now, lick the back of your hand and pound down another double shot, girl." She was right. The shot of tequila didn't burn as much the second time. Why, it was kind of tasty, in fact. She encouraged me to try another shot since I was starting to get the hang of it. Well, it did seem like a good idea at the time. Next shot went down *real* smooth, I must say. Katie really wanted me to learn this new American custom so she gave me all of her shots to drink for practice. It sure was fun learning something new and so American. I started feeling dizzy after awhile and thought I might get sick. Shouldn't have worried. Katie told me the funny feelings were from wearing all those wool clothes in this hot weather. Yes, yes that seemed right, and it sure was a good thing she got me these new Texas clothes. I was feeling real aired out and comfortable. She told me to drink a beer to clear my head. Somehow a beer did seem like a good idea. I drank one down real fast because it tasted so cool and good. Finished the second one real fast, too, and then sipped on the third one. Didn't want to overdo it, that was for sure. About that time, a real nice looking girl came out on the stage. Oh dear, couldn't believe how big her boobs were. She didn't seem embarrassed by them or anything. Very brave of her. She started dancing on the stage all by herself. How nice. She was dancing by herself just like we do at home. I'm not allowed to dance with boys back home in Foleyet, so I learned to dance watching myself in my bedroom mirror, just like the girl is doing. Well, not *just* like the girl is doing, I guess. The dancer started out wearing underwear of some sort. She didn't have it on for long, though. She took off her clothes real slow, one item at a time. She was dancing all around the stage, talking to the guys sitting in the front row and just having a good time while she took off her clothes in time to the music. I couldn't believe it when she ended up wearing absolutely nothing, but her high, high heels. She just really couldn't know all these people! I was so shocked until Katie explained it to me. Katie pointed out that all museums and art books had nude studies, and this was really the same thing. Instead of picture art, the nude dancer was performance art. At the time, she seemed to make a lot of sense. I was still real dizzy from the heat, so maybe I wasn't thinking too straight. Apparently, the patrons of this establishment liked art. They were screaming and yelling and gave the girl money and everything. I thought it was quite nice that they stuck all those bills into her garter belt and stockings so she wouldn't lose them. I told Katie how all the girls in Canada have to dance by themselves because no one is allowed to dance with a person of the opposite sex. Some sort of law, I guessed. She looked at me said, "Why not dance by yourself right now?" Well, I just couldn't dance in front of all these strange people. Why, it just wouldn't be right. Really don't know how it happened, but I somehow ended up on the stage. Katie was pushing, the nude girl was pulling and I was just moving along. Seemed as though things were a little blurry right about then. I perked right up and was so excited when I heard "Taking Care of Business" by Bachman Turner Overdrive blast out of the speakers. This song is considered to be the height of culture in Canada. I felt it was so marvelous dancing to such a patriotic piece of music. When I looked back at our table, I saw Katie standing up on a chair and hollering out something to me. I listened more closely and heard her scream, "Show some legs, Claudie!" The skirt I was wearing was so short I felt I was already showing a *lot* of leg. But, I guessed I wasn't doing things right, and figured I'd better get with it or everyone would think I was a foreigner. Well, I thought it wouldn't hurt to pull my skirt up just a little bit in the back. I guessed right. When I pulled my skirt up, the patrons all cheered and hollered. Why, I felt just like a star and guessed I was finally doing things right. I have to admit, after I heard the roar of the crowd, I started showing off a little bit. Got carried away and pulled my skirt up a little bit more. Guess everyone liked watching me do it because the cheering got louder as my skirt went higher. Americans are so nice. It wasn't till I had a chance to look in the mirror next to the stage that I realized my skirt was up to my waist in the back. I just blushed and turned so red. All the people in the place could see my butt wiggling around to the sounds of BTO. Mon Dieu! I looked over at Katie to see what I should do. Figured she would tell me to get off the stage and be very mad at me for being so darn immodest. Guess I was wrong. She was on the table now and hollering out that I should take my skirt off. It didn't seem to make any sense but I did it anyhow. Wasn't thinking too straight for some reason. She yelled for me to take off my blouse next. I really didn't mind taking it off since it was transparent and people could already see everything underneath it. I was having such a good time dancing around the stage when I suddenly realized I was standing there in nothing but my bra, panties, garter belt, seamed nylons and high heels. I couldn't believe I was so daring but somehow it didn't seem wrong because I was having so much fun. No, it just couldn't be wrong. I thought I was doing just fine, but I guess I wasn't daring enough for Katie. I could hear her hollering out for me to take off my bra. She was saying something about art. Well, the other girl did take her bra off, so I somehow decided it would be okay being this was an artistic interpretation and all. Anyhow, I was in America so who would know? Katie got me to take my panties off, too. I was afraid that I would embarrass and offend everyone when I stripped off, but they all cheered so I knew I did the right thing. I sure had a wonderful time dancing around the stage and all. When I did stop for a second near a man sitting right by the stage, he slipped a bill into my garter belt. How very nice! A reward for my dancing. I wondered if other people might just do the same thing and danced closer to the edge of the stage. Oh, how nice! Quite a few other people put bills in my garter belt and stockings. Some of the guys had little accidents and touched my private areas by mistake, but I'm making a fortune here, so who cares. One man had a twenty dollar bill in his hand and waved it at me. He wouldn't put it in my garter belt or in my stockings like the other guys did. No. He told me to get on my hands and knees and reach out for it with my mouth. Seemed quite silly, but why not? Twenty dollars is a lot of money where I come from. I tried and tried to bite that bill, but he just kept moving it around so near and yet so far. I could feel my boobs bouncing all around while I tried to get the money. I thought it might be suggestive, but I really wanted the cash. I hoped those people behind me weren't looking between my legs. I just knew they could see everything. I finally was able to bite on the bill and after I pulled on it for a minute or so, he let me have it. Hard work, but worth it. Another man rolled up a twenty and told me I could have it as long as I didn't touch it with anything from the waist up. Huh? Had to think that one through cause I wasn't going to leave any cash on the table. Well, I guess you could say I really was kind of fresh! I grabbed on to my butt cheeks and spread 'em wide. Then I squatted down over the bill and tried to grab it with the crack of my butt. After a few tries, I was able to clamp the twenty with my butt cheeks. Quick as I could, I stood up and danced away with that money. Pretty smart, huh? The boys in the audience loved my ingenuity, too. They all cheered and applauded as I tried to get the money. I hoped they weren't offended when I squatted down and spread my legs real wide. I'm sure everyone knew this was the only way I could get the bucks and I really hoped they tried real hard not to look between my legs. I was so lucky to be with such a polite group of guys. Not a single one complained about me exposing myself like that. They just cheered me on like good sports while I tried to trap that cash. Wonder if Canadians would be so nice in similar circumstances? A very nice man dressed in a silk suit rolled up a $100 bill and showed it to me. He told me I could have it, but couldn't use my butt to get it. He thought he had me there, but I figured this one out, too. My plan to get the money was going to work, but it was so embarrassing I had to dance around for a minute or two to work up my courage. Well, a hundred bucks is a lot of money, so I just had to do it. Normally, I simply *don't* touch myself between the legs, period. In this case, though, it seemed like the only way to get the hundred. First, I squatted down over the bill. Next, I pulled myself apart "down there" and tried to squat on the money the guy was holding in his hand. How silly! I fell over with my legs flying up in the air! Must have been a real sight for the audience. They didn't seem embarrassed even though I just knew they saw everything I had between my legs. Well, they all cheered so I guess they didn't think it was so bad. I just love Americans. The man kept moving his hand around and I kept squatting on it, but finally after four or five more tries, I was finally able to pick up the money using nothing but my nether lips. I felt kind of weird dancing away from the guy with his money in my private parts. Well, I did get a lot of support from the audience which made up for my embarrassment, I guess. After about two hours or so, I just got so tired I had to stop dancing. I really liked all the attention, but had to sit down and rest. No one in the audience seemed to mind that I was only wearing a garter belt, stockings and heels when I plopped down next to Katie at our table. That was a good thing because I didn't have the energy to put on my clothes. I drank a couple more beers because I was so hot and worn out after all the dancing. They really hit the spot. I didn't feel dizzy any more. No, I just felt real happy to be having so much fun with my new friend Katie. And, can you imagine my surprise, when I counted my money and found I made $682. People in Canada have to work a whole month in a lumber mill to make that kind of money. America is such a great place. Katie looked around and said that we better leave. She thought some of the guys were starting to get a little "fresh". I was very surprised about that since they all had been so nice to me earlier. Maybe it was the alcohol. Drink sometimes gets people to do the strangest things. I'm sure glad that I never let demon rum get the best of me. I looked around for my clothes, but couldn't find them anywhere. My new clothes. Oh, how terrible! Katie grabbed me and said we had to go, now. She looked real nervous so I knew we just had to get moving and out of that place. We ran for the door as fast as we could. Well, not really too fast because the high heels made it hard to move. I seemed to be getting dizzy again, and that didn't help either. Sure glad she decided we should leave when we did. The attitude of the crowd really seemed to have changed for the worst. I couldn't believe just how rude these people were. Why, they were pinching my butt, squeezing my boobs, trying to put their hands between my legs and just about anything else you could think of. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to molest a young girl. My goodness. We finally made it to the street. I felt relieved at first, but then realized I was standing on a public street in Dallas with my wares on display for all to see. I tried to cover up, but you can only hide so much with two hands. Wished all those people could have been more polite and not stared at me like that. Katie got us a cab after what seemed like forever. Thought the cab driver was going to have an accident when he kept looking over his shoulder at me, completely nude in the back seat of his cab. Finally, Katie got mad at him and said, "What's wrong with you bubba? Never seen two cowgirls before?" I didn't know what she was talking about, but it seemed to get his mind back on driving. Thank goodness! We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. I was really afraid to get out of the cab until Katie said not to worry. "Claudie, this is a high class hotel and no one will be rude enough to look at you without your clothes on." Well, I stepped out of the cab and found out right away she was wrong - big time. Seemed like we attracted a massive crowd as we walked up to the front desk. I couldn't believe all the people who were looking at me and saying all kinds of rude things. I just turned red as can be. The desk clerk recognized Katie and handed her a room key. "Here you go Ms. Richardson. Room 1469 as requested." We quickly headed for the elevator and escape from all these people. The crowd followed us all the way across the lobby, screaming, yelling and trying to grab me everywhere. Quite a few people got on the elevator with us, too. I was very surprised that so many people decided to go upstairs at the same time. Why, the elevator was so full, I was afraid we might be breaking the law by having more than 2,200 pounds on board. We were packed in the elevator like sardines. I couldn't believe that people were accidentally touching me everyplace. I'm felt so bad that I was embarrassing them like that. I apologized to a few people, but they just looked at me kind of funny. They must of known I was a foreigner and really didn't mean to be so rude. I so wanted to fit in. We finally fought our way through the crowds and got to our room. I was so happy to be inside and far away from the giant crowd that followed us all the way to the door. After looking around the room for a minute, I asked Katie why there was only one bed. She said that the hotel was full and we would just have to make do with this king size. Well, we are both girls so I guessed it really wouldn't matter. She ordered some dinner from room service and then went off to take a shower. I was a little hungry after all the excitement so food sounded pretty good to me. When she came back, she was all shiny and new. She also was naked and not seeming to care at all. My goodness, the girl has no modesty! Sure will take some time getting used to the way things are done in the States. Well, I'm going to try and fit in, but it sure seems like there's a lot to learn. I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up myself. All the traveling and excitement really tired me out, and a shower sounded like a wonderful idea. Took a nice long, relaxing shower. After I dried off, I realized I didn't have anything to wear except the sexy underthings. Oh well, if Katie walked around nude, I could, too. I walked into the bedroom without realizing that the bell boy was already there serving dinner. At first I just stood there with my arms hanging at my sides in complete shock. I finally, came to my senses after a minute or two. Then, I squealed like a little chipmunk and ran back into the bathroom. Katie came through for me one more time. My friend brought me one of her tee shirts to wear. It was real big and covered everything very nicely thank you. After I slipped the shirt on, we both went back to the bedroom to see what we had for dinner. We must have looked silly to the bell boy. He kept staring at us like the rude person he was. I wished he would just finish serving and leave. Oh, oh. I didn't know what to do when I noticed Katie sitting there with her legs spread apart. I'm sure she didn't realize that the bell boy could see her private area. I was afraid to say anything because I didn't want to embarrass the poor girl. The boy kept staring between her legs and when he got up to get something, he crashed into a table and fell on his butt. Katie didn't seem bothered by his stupid behavior. She told him he could leave and we'd finish serving the meal ourselves. I'm so glad she didn't notice him sneaking looks at her secret place. The bell boy didn't seem to want to go, but she just pushed him out the door and that was that. After dinner, we both hopped in bed to watch television. Katie said she was real tired and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. I watched a couple of TV programs and then decided to hit the hay myself. Oh boy, couldn't wait for another big day tomorrow. Katie seemed to toss and turn a lot while she slept. She was dreaming about something serious, I guess. Poor girl. She had to get up real early to meet me at the airport and must just be exhausted. I just love my new friend, Katie. She certainly went out of her way to help me have a good time on my first day in Texas. What a darling girl. I was just dropping off when somehow Katie's arm wrapped around me. I decided not to move because I didn't want to wake her. Oh no. Her hand touched my boob. I can't believe it. Her hand squeezed and caressed both of them this time. What kind of dream was she having anyway? I decided not to do anything about it right then. It would be so difficult to explain to her if she woke up. I didn't want to embarrass my new pal. A few seconds later, her hand moved from my breast down to my leg. It was like an electric shock having her hand touch my bare skin. Her hand slowly moved up and down my legs. It almost felt like she was examining them. Her fingers traveling lightly over the bare skin of my legs caused a very strange feeling in my tummy. I just didn't know what was happening to me and I felt very nervous. I really would like to know what her dream was all about. For some reason, she was pushing my tee shirt up and, in no time, she had it above my boobs. I didn't know what to do! She touched my bare boobies with her hand and rubbed her naked private parts against my butt. What kind of dream was she having? Katie kept playing around with my breasts and backside. Squeezing, pinching, pulling, touching. For some reason, I was very hot and very wet between my legs. I couldn't figure out why this was happening to me. Her hand started moving down my tummy toward my private parts. I tried to move away because I knew she would be so embarrassed if she found out she touched me *there*. Well, she had me wrapped up in such a way that I ended up laying on my back instead of getting away. I was worse off because her leg somehow slipped over mine and now I couldn't close my legs, so my secret spot was open and vulnerable. Her hand kept moving toward my privates. I expected the worst and sure enough, her hand touched my little bush, lightly at first, and then she squeezed me real hard. Oh my. I'm not supposed to like this. I just couldn't believe another girl was touching me "there". Hmmm. For some reason, it didn't feel that bad, in fact... My goodness. Her finger was on that sensitive little thing hiding in my secret place and moving around. She wasn't stopping. Oh. Ooh. Oooooh. Her hand was rubbing my bush now. It was moving slowly, but very firmly up and down between my legs. What an interesting feeling! One of her fingers was trying to get inside me. Well, she won't be able to get inside me, that's for sure. Ooops! I was wrong. I'm so wet down there that her finger just slipped inside me with no trouble at all. She moved her finger all around inside my hot little place. Her finger made a kind of relentless in and out motion. I tried very hard not to let this trouble me, but couldn't help myself. Something seemed to be happening to my body that I didn't understand. I tried real hard not to make any noise, but couldn't control myself. I started making little moaning sounds at first, and then I got a little bit louder as things progressed. Finally, something happened to me that never happened before. What a shock, my first orgasm! Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Ahhhh! Yeeeeps! I really started getting loud and noisy as my body writhed and moved with the motion of her hand. She kept it up and moved her finger even faster than before. She put two, no three, fingers in my hot little place. I couldn't believe my tight little private area could hold four of her fingers - what was happening to me? I hoped the wonderful feeling would last forever. And, when it was over, I wanted more. How sinful. I thought I would have to say some prayers, but didn't have a chance to get started, when suddenly... Katie sat up, all wide awake, and said, "How did you like my Class A hand job, Claudie?" I was so shocked when I realized she was awake all the time. My goodness. What would she think of me? "You don't have to tell me how much you liked it, Claudie. You sure let the world know that you liked it a whole lot. Wheee doggie!" I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed and turned three different shades of red. Oh no. What would I do? "Okay, Claudie. Your turn now, darlin. Why don't you do me the same sweet way?" Well, she did make me feel good, and I couldn't say I let her give me a hand job just because I thought she was asleep. Sounded kind of stupid when I thought about it. Just had to go for it because it seemed only fair after all she did for me. I never did anything like this before so I decided to just repeat everything she did to me. So, I played with her boobies first. My, she was quite receptive to my first tentative efforts so I got very brave. End Part 2 -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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