Helen is waiting for me and she's still completely nude. She motions me over to the couch. She then wants to know, "Would you like to see me dance nude like that witch in the video?"

Okay, I have just been asked a question where the only acceptable answer is, "Hell yes!" I cleverly say, "Of course. You're much sexier than the girl in the video."

Helen then snaps the trap shut. She purrs, "What if I did it in public?"

"Helen, this is Cold Springs! You would destroy yourself, and me, in this town forever, if you did something like that."

Helen says, "Yes, that would be true, but I don't plan to do it in Cold Springs. We girls want to make sure that you boys are thinking of us, not some stripper witch somewhere far away. We girls are going to go on a working trip this Valentines Day. We girls are going to show you boys that we can show just as much and be even sexier than the nude dancing video girl."

Since Helen is saying, 'We girls,' I can see that I'm not talking to just Helen, but to all six of the wives of the management of our Cold Springs operation. I decide to try a bit of reason. "Helen, why is it that you girls want to dance nude, in public? You girls look food enough, but why?"

Helen says, "We have spent our whole lives here in Cold Springs. Cold Springs is a small town. If any one of us girls did anything that was the slightest bit out of line, her mother and the whole town would come down on the girl. As a result, we have been very good girls. Now, all of us want to try being bad girls, if only for a night."

I can see that I'm going to have to analyze the whole situation and find out how to talk some sense into Helen and the rest of the girls. "And, just where do you intend to display yourselves?"

Helen asks me, "Do you remember Wendy?"

"Perhaps you are talking about Wild Wendy, the girl who was expelled from Cold Springs High School for conduct unbecoming, or whatever?"

Helen says, "The very same! Wendy left Cold Springs and went to work in a place where they have nude dancing girls. It's a high class place, where the nude dancers just dance. Of course, if you want, we can go to a place where the nude dancers also have to serve drinks and get fondled by the customers."

"No, I don't want you to serve drinks in the nude and get fondled by the customers. Let me talk to the other guys and see what their reaction is." (What my plan is here is to fight a delaying action and maybe talk the girls into just dancing topless, instead of nude. I can see that things have gone too far to talk them out of the idea of a public display.)

Helen says, "You can talk to the boys if you want, however, we have already made travel reservations. We girls, at least, are going."

I do talk to the rest of the guys. Some of them have seen the video, some haven't. They have all heard about the video. All of the girls have, apparently, seen the video. I'm told, by the rest of the guys that we're going far away from Cold Springs and our wives are going to dance nude in public, thanks to Harvey.

I think on the situation. The girls currently do an exercise show on public TV. The show features a lot of jumping and jiggling, so they're in shape to dance and they have the moves. They are also in the kind of shape where they can be seen naked in public. The girls can't even wear sexy outfits in Cold Springs, without threats of being forced to wear a scarlet letter W on their chests, thus there's probably the pent up desire to show themselves off a bit, like the girls in the big city do.

I then check things and find that the airline and hotel reservations have indeed already been made. I also check out the place where the girls are to dance. There are pictures of the dancing girl staff on the Internet. The girls are shown dancing nude on the stage (of course, the interesting bits are blanked out) and also carrying trays of drinks. The Internet pictures don't really show all that much, but they indicate that the girls will not only show themselves, but will also get fondled a bit.

I then get everyone together and show then the Internet pictures. I'm hoping to prevent the trip. It's not one of my better ideas.

Brenda says, "Oh, heavens to Betsy! You mean I might have a customer brush his horny fingers across my breasts. Why I might just flash back to the days when certain boys did the same thing every time I went on a date. I'm not naming names here."

It's just as well that Brenda isn't naming names, as the names would include most of the guys in the room and that would lead to several wifely confrontations.

Okay, it's now for certain that the girls are going to dance nude in public and even get fondled in public, a bit. At least it will be far away from Cold Springs and how bad can it get?

Okay, the wives begin to plan the trip in detail and they get into a round of, "What boy always tried to put his horny fingers inside my panties, back when?"

I'm not going to name names here, but the only boy whose name begins with J is prominently mentioned as a fingers inside panties boy.

Okay, we all then take a trip to sin city for what will always be called the big Valentine's Day trip. The air trip down is uneventful and we arrive in sin city. We then rent six cars. (I wonder why we don't double up to save a bit on the car rental fees, but I don't see the obvious.) We then drive to a motel. When we get to the motel, I discover that the motel is one of the kind where they feature king size beds and porno films on the TV. When we get checked into a room at the motel, I'm told to leave my suitcase in the car. I can't believe what's happening, but I can see that the girls have decided what's going to happen and that's that. (I may be a bit surprised, but I have planned ahead, just in case. Things are not going to work out exactly as the girls have planned.)

Helen then gets ready for show time. She gets made up and then puts on a dress that would make a whore blush. She then poses for me and says, "Well, it's a bit daring. However, it's what you really wanted me to wear when we dated back in school. So, it's okay, just a little late."

I don't even attempt to answer, but just drive us over to the parking lot of the club where the girls are going to dance. The rest of the couples are already there or arrive just behind us. I can see that the rest of the girls are wearing the same kind of thing that Helen is wearing. I also see Harvey pass out a list, one copy to each girl. I don't see the list, but my earlier suspicions are confirmed. There can be only one reason for the list.

Okay, the girls go into the back of the place, past a large, nasty guard.

We boys go into the place via the front entrance. The place appears to be clean and okay, with a mostly high class looking clientele. We find a couple of tables and split into two groups of three.

I make damn sure that I'm not sitting at the table with Harvey, as I have a strong desire to kill the stupid son-of-a-bitch.

We get drinks. Fairly quickly the lights go down and some ass hole comes out on the stage and welcomes us to the 'Pussy Palace.' It seems that tonight is 'Amateur Night' and, "We have six of the hottest amateur babes you have ever seen. Let's give the girls a big 'Pussy Palace' welcome."

The first amateur girl on the stage is Charlene, Gene's wife. Charlene dances onto the stage wearing just a pair of stiletto heels, a shaved bate pussy, a big smile and a set of jiggling tits.

Gene is mad as hell.

I tell Gene, "Just relax, first your wife, then the next wife and so on until every guy's wife, including mine, has danced nude in public."

Gene says, "Yeah, let's see how you like it when Helen is up there on the stage, nude."

I sigh and lecture The guys, "I'm not gonna like it, when Helen dances in the nude. However, there's nothing I can do about it. Well, maybe one thing. Did your wife have you leave your suitcase in the car?"

Gene says, "Yeah, I wonder why."

Ed also chimes in, "Me too."

"That's because we're not going back to the same motel room as the wife, tonight."

The two guys gape at me and then slowly realize that I'm right.

Gene then asks, "What are we gonna do?"

"We have to go along. We have been blind sided by our wives. However, we don't have to follow the Geneva Convention."

The other guys again gape at me and ask, "Huhhhh???"

I pass out a couple of Cialis pills. I say, "The Geneva Convention outlaws chemical warfare. However, with these chemicals, we can teach our partner a little lesson tonight. When we get home, the wives are gonna want to know why the Olympic performance with another wife? Well, we just got really horny watching naked ladies dance. Then what will your wife do?"

Gene laughs and says, "Sexy counterattack!"

"Right! That's what we call a win/win situation."

Okay, Charlene dances for a while. She's nude on stage and shows it all, although she doesn't show the inside of her pussy, like video girl did. She does shake it up good and even keeps her tits under pretty good control, which I later learn is difficult for a girl who's dancing in the nude.

The stage front guys give Charlene some verbal crap, but she just ignores it.

Charlene finishes her dancing and the next nude girl up is Georgia. Georgia puts on pretty much the same show that Charlene did. She shows it all, but reacts badly to the crap from the stage front guys. Georgia apparently makes some short, nasty replies to the stage front guys and just gets more crap in return. Georgia finishes her routine by giving the stage front guys a quick, up close, view of her ass, I presume to show the nasty boys what she thinks of them.