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"The Stripper Scene"

“Wait here for a second.  I almost forgot.”  He went into another room and came out with a box.  “Screw that Bobby guy.  I got you a present too.” 

            He handed me the box and encouraged me to open it.  I lifted the lid and almost died.  Inside was the tackiest black silk teddy with matching fish net stockings.  I tried to smile.

“There’s more on the bottom,” he was incredibly excited.

“More?  Matt you shouldn’t have.”  I set the teddy and stockings on the bed and pulled out a fire red silk housecoat with a black monogrammed A.H. on the front.  I wanted to die.  First of all I hated silk.  It’s not practical and stains quite easily should something happen to spill.  Second, I’m not a lacey sort of girl and this teddy was full of lace and fringy things that hung off the front.  It was the ugliest thing I’d ever seen.

“Go put it on.”

“Right now?”

“Ya.”

“But aren’t I just going to have to take it off again in a few minutes?”

“That’s the whole point babe.  I want you to strip for me.”

“Excuse me?  You want me to strip for you.  I don’t think so.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun.  You’ll see.  Please…”  He was practically down on his knees.  I didn’t want to but he started kissing my neck again and I was lost.

“Fine, but you can’t laugh.”

He had this funny look on his face.  “Why would I laugh?”

            Maybe because I’m going to look like a fucking stripping bar maid from the wild old west.  I went into the bathroom and purposely closed the door.  He had to be kidding.  I sat on the toilet and stifled my laughter in a towel that was folded on the tub.  I was not the stripping kind.  Problem was the towel smelled like Matt and the more I covered my laughter, the deeper I inhaled and the hornier I got.

“Nobody is ever going to know about this.  Not even Vicki.  I’m taking this one to the grave,” I mumbled as I stripped naked and put on the ‘outfit’.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and did a double take.  Apparently I could pull the cheesy, stripper look off.  I hated to admit it, but I looked good.

“Are you coming?” Matt said through the door.

“Not as much as you’re going to…”

“What?  Sorry I didn’t hear you,” he said.

“Nothing…I was just talking to myself.  I’m almost ready.”

“Good because everything in here is set to go.”

            Everything in here?  What did he suddenly bring in a stage with a pole and some back up dancers?  I needed more alcohol and fast.  Luckily Matt’s bathroom had two doors.  One opened up into his bedroom and the other into the hall.  I peeked out the hall door.  The coast was clear.  I tip toed into the kitchen and found the opened bottle of wine.  I snatched it off the counter and made my way back to the bathroom.  I locked both doors and tilted the bottle to my mouth.  I didn’t care about the consequences of the liquor in my body; I just wanted to forget the fact that I was wearing fish net stockings and lingerie with a snap closed crotch.

“Lord help me,” I prayed and pleaded.

            I finished the bottle and set it in the tub.  I was pretty sure I’d be making another appearance in the bathroom in a couple of hours and I didn’t want any visual reminders of the poison I’d shoved down my throat.  I’d see enough when it came back up.  I turned off the bathroom light and took a deep breath.  I practiced a few moves in the dark, got disoriented and had to turn the light back on to find and unlock the door.

            Getting into character, I flew open the door and stood in the doorway.  Matt had filled the room with candles and was lounging on a reclining chair in the corner.  He was wearing a black silk housecoat and a great big smile.  Some jazzy sex music was playing on his clock radio.

“Well hello there…” I panted in a husky voice, “my boss told me to come to this address.  It seems there’s a lonely cowboy living here who needs a little lovin’.”

“Oh my God, you look fantastic.”

“Shh, I’ll do the talking if you don’t mind,” I said putting my finger to my lips, then licking it very seductively.

            I heard Matt breathe deeply.  I was in total control.  This was fun.  I began swiveling my hips to the music and moving my arms like a goddess, unfortunately as I moved, the stockings which were already halfway up my ass began to creep uncomfortably higher.  I tried to dance my arms near my butt to pick them out but was unsuccessful.  As I danced, I pictured what I must have looked like in my head and began to laugh.  I couldn’t help it.  I looked ridiculous and stopped.

“Matt I can’t do this,” I blushed, “I feel stupid.”

“Yes you can you’re doing great!  Keep going!”

            As I turned to walk back to the bathroom, he quickly jumped off the recliner, but his foot got caught and he tripped.  The next thing I knew he was flying through the air toward me, housecoat wide open, his baggage already looking like it had been handled.  He landed with a flop on the floor.  I didn’t know what to do.  I wanted to laugh but he looked like he was hurt and that would have been inappropriate.  So I waited.  Finally he groaned and rolled over.  Damn it.  He wasn’t laughing.  I was going to have to be serious.  I ran over and knelt down beside him.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No… I’m hurt.”

“Where?”

He pointed to his penis.  “I think it needs some mouth to mouth.”