A Girl's Story Chapter 33
Our story continues as Lisa gets to try one of her long-held fantasies, stripping for an audience. We also get to see more of the dress she will wear in the fashion show and along the way Cindy nails an asshole square in the junk.
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Part 33 -- Stress, Dress, and Public Nudity
Rita met us at our gate when we landed at O'Hare (Jan was waiting in his car). We grabbed our bags and Rita called Jan for him to come pick us up. Once everything was loaded we headed into the city, and that's when Rita sprung it on me.
"We're going to stop at Mom and Dad's place, they want to talk to you about what happened at the fitness competition."
I couldn't help it, I started shaking and crying, and I had that horrible sinking feeling that made me want to curl up in a ball, shit myself, puke, and cry my eyes out, all at once. This was it, I thought, I've fucked up so bad that they are going to yell at me and I'll never get to see Rita again. "Oh fuck! I fucked up, didn't I? You hate me now!" I was so incoherent that Lisa, who was somewhat used to me getting worked up, was genuinely worried; I don't think she had ever seen me spiral out of control so hard and so fast. Rita took one look at me and had Jan pull over so she could climb in the back seat with us. I was sandwiched between her and Rita and I was totally losing my shit.
Lisa was rubbing my back and kissing my head, "Baby it can't be that bad." She looked over at Rita, her expression quite serious, "It's not that bad, is it?"
Rita wrapped her arms around my head, pressing me into her wonderfully soft breasts, "No one's mad at you Cindy. They just want to know what happened. They haven't said anything about that asshole coming after us but they, especially my dad, always want to know the details about anything they might have to deal with in the future."
I am sure I was a total sloppy mess and Rita's boobs were already soaked with tears and snot, "I'm not in trouble? They aren't going to have me arrested or tossed into Lake Michigan?"
Rita kissed me properly, trying to calm me down, "Of course not! When I told my part of the story Katherine even told Dad she was impressed how you handled the situation."
I smiled grimly, "So she won't cut off my head?"
"No, you cute silly. It's all going to be O.K."
Now Lisa kissed me too, and she rubbed my boobs too, "See, I told you so."
"I've just been worried ever since it happened that I did something wrong and that something awful would come out of it."
Lisa held me tight, "I'm right here, and I always will be. You may be a silly turnip, but you're my perfect, sexy, brave silly turnip."
That made me laugh a little.
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When we arrived at Rita's folk's condo Rita's mom looked at the mess I had made of Rita's top and raised an eyebrow. Rita headed to one of the bedrooms, I assumed she had some clothes there (Rita, like Holly, had lots of clothes), and her mom followed. When they returned Rita had a clean top on, her mom went over to her dad and whispered something in her husband's ear, then she came over to me and gave me a big hug; she was several inches shorter than me so this was kind of funny. "I'm sorry that Rita scared you Cindy."
Even though I knew I was not in trouble, sitting on the couch and holding Lisa's hand tight, facing Mr. and Mrs. G and Katherine was intimidating as hell. Even when he was trying to project a kind face Mr. G's smile still made me uneasy.
"We just want you to run us through what happened when you picked up your friend and Rita. Rita had already told us what she saw and your friend Holly sent us an email with what she saw."
I told them the whole story, making sure I didn't embellish anything; I started with the creepy guy accosting Lisa and me doing my best to get him to let go of her (Lisa did her best not to interrupt me) until finally I distracted him by dumping his roll of exposed film out of his camera; I did notice Katherine was actually chuckling a little at this. This brought us up to when Holly and Rita came out and he hit Rita; Katherine's expression was no longer a pleasant one.
"That was when I had enough. No one, especially not some random creepy guy, hurts my friends and that was when I put my Doc Martens to good use and I dropped him. I think Dennis' sudden appearance really spooked all those guys and that gave us our opportunity to get while the getting was good."
I could tell Rita hadn't really mentioned Dennis because Rita's mom cocked her head a little, "Who was this Dennis?"
"He's a friend who works security in the bar we often go to. He's a personal trainer and a power lifter; he also takes care of his grandmother and his great-aunt. I make them dinner on Sundays pretty often; they like my cooking."
Mr. G smiled, "That I can understand."
Lisa added, "Dennis looks very intimidating but he is an amazingly kind person. He's very big, probably six or seven inches taller than Katherine; I would never want to see him really mad at someone."
Rita added, "He makes Mike Singletary look small."
Katherine smiled slightly, "He sounds like a good man to know."
Lisa nodded, "His boyfriend Owen is our friend too, he sings with the Central Illinois Gay Men's Chorus; he has a really good tenor voice."
"Coming from you that's high praise indeed," Katherine was always impressed with Lisa's talent; like me she could barely carry a tune in a bucket. "You handled a bad situation as well as could have been done. I could wish the police had responded, but I realize that could have taken a while."
I nodded, "I thought of that too, but Dennis told me on the way home that if the cops had come and seen a white guy on the floor and a really big black guy standing over him things would not have gone well for him."
"Sadly, I have to agree with your friend," Katherine's expression could, in that moment, been described as "dangerous." "Sometimes self-preservation has to take precedence over the law. I do not like admitting to this, but it is reality for many of us." Both the Graffs nodded grimly in agreement.
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We stayed the night at Rita's apartment. Poor Jan was left sitting on the couch watching TV when Rita and Lisa led me into the guest bedroom.
Rita was pulling off her top, letting her amazing breasts jiggle free, "Cindy I am really sorry I scared you so bad. I'm used to my parents and Katherine getting to the point without much small talk as a prelude."
My t-shirt was already off and I was pulling off my bra, Lisa pushed me down on the bed on my back and pulled my jeans and panties off. She got on the bed, already naked, and pulled me up against her warm body (that felt really nice) and grabbed my ankles and spreading my legs, exposing my wet, pink pussy. Rita went to work, slapping my clit with her big tits, rubbing her nipples on my pussy as Lisa held on tight to me. Rita did lick my pussy as well and with my legs spread this wide she had access to my butt too so she could also lick my sensitive spot between my pussy and my butthole. Lisa held on as tight as she could but as I thrashed about one leg got free and poor Rita got a heel right in her soft tit.
"Am I forgiven?"
I kissed her properly to assure her that all was well. Rita left, no doubt to go to work on Jan's (by now) throbbingly hard cock, leaving Lisa and I on the bed. We switched places and I slid two fingers through her soft, white bush and up into her pussy, my thumb flicking her clit. I could feel her tensing up and also I (and maybe the rest of the 16th floor of the apartment building) could hear her high-pitched chirps. To push her over the edge I wrapped my arm around her lovely neck, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter. That did it for her and this orgasm was one of her gushers, she managed to get the wall of the bedroom wet (I wiped it down with a towel).
I bit her ear, "I love you so much, I will never let anyone hurt you and certainly no guy gets to touch you if you don't want him to."
She turned her head to kiss me, "I like having a dangerous biker bitch for a girlfriend."
I had to giggle at the "Dangerous" part, that was hardly true. We snuggled in close, resigned to the sheets being somewhat damp. Poor Rita would have to do more laundry.
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Jan took us to a diner he had discovered, he loved those tiny, hole-in-the-wall places; he said they made him feel less like a foreigner. Lisa was going to get French toast but Jan told her to try something called a Dutch Baby (which he told us he had never heard of growing up in Holland). What she got was a huge baked pancake that had sort of collapsed in the middle that was served with cinnamon apples. I got buckwheat pancakes, which I love; I probably used half a stick of butter on them. In between bites, Lisa gave me a taste, she informed me that I must learn how to make these because they were the perfect follow-up to wonderful sex. I blushed brightly (what a surprise, I know!)
Bella met us at the condo, they were using Rita's mom's sewing room to work on the dresses since she had pretty much every bit of sewing equipment common to humans. The two dresses were on dummies and they were looking, to my untrained eye, almost done. Carolina was there, looking flawless (as always), and I was overjoyed to see my friend Cornelius Llewellyn there as well. Rita had decided that since he had photographed hundreds of fashion shows that his insight would be valuable. Mrs. Graff was there to observe but she stayed out of the way; from her expression she was very pleased with Rita and Bella's efforts. I was, no surprise, totally floored by my friend's talent.
Rita and Bella led Carolina into the bedroom with her dress. Lisa sat close to me, holding tight to my arm. Cornelius looked over at me, "So how have you been my dear?"
I told Cornelius about our lives; our work with Holly, our trip to Atlanta, and my friendship with Dr. Hirschhorn.
"He sounds like a delightful man my dear, I sincerely hope on of your photos of the comet turns out and I hope you will send me a print of it too."
"Of course I will you silly man! I'll be coming to you to learn how to do a fashion shoot, Rita and Bella have asked me to take photos of their work."
"Naturally, you're a wonderful student and it's a pleasure teaching you. You have your camera with you?"
"I'll go get it." I went to grab my bag and to load a roll of film into the camera. Carolina came out and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Rita and Bella had made her a dark red dress that blended well with her waterfall of black hair. She clearly had a very nice bra on because her wonderfully big tits were standing out proudly.
Cornelius clapped his hands together for joy, "My dear, you are a dead ringer for Ava Gardner; you are the essence of classic Hollywood."
Her smile proved that she had really good dental insurance, her teeth were dazzlingly white and way straighter than mine. I noticed she was even wearing matching red high heels (How did she walk in those damn things?). Lisa had gone to a bookshelf and grabbed a volume of the Encyclopædia Britannica, leave it to my sexy bookworm, and showed me a photo of Ava Gardner from 1946; Cornelius was right, Carolina was a dead ringer for her. Cornelius walked me through basic glamour shots; Carolina was an easy subject, she knew all the modeling poses. I even got photos of Carolina with her dad, her step-mom, and Rita; I promised to send prints to everyone.
Now it was Lisa's turn. I knew Lisa was nervous, just like I had trouble accepting compliments she had trouble believing how beautiful she was. Rita led her out and there was an intake of breath sufficient to lower global carbon dioxide levels. She was beautiful, I knew that already, but now she was not even of this Earth. Bella put it best, "She's Dark Galadriel right when Frodo offers her the ring." My hands were over my mouth, I had picked that up from Lisa, and I had no words. I knew Rita was talented but she had hit this one over the cheap seats and way out into the parking lot. The dress showed off Lisa's beguiling curves while at the same time showing almost nothing. It was all black lace and taffeta with long lace sleeves and a high lace neck; there was a nice opening on her chest showing hints of her nice tits and it came down to just below her knees. Mrs. Graff hugged her daughter with obvious pride, "This is amazing Rita! You girls did an incredible job on both of them." Even Carolina was speechless, I don't think she was used to not being the sexiest woman in whatever group she was in. I was taking photos like mad, I knew all our friends were going to want to see this. Lisa looked in the mirror and the tears started; I came up behind her, arms around her middle, "Now everyone sees you like I see you baby." I certainly liked Jan's succinct comment on both girls, "Damn!" I like someone who gets to the point.
Now Rita and Bella went to work, marking the spots that needed taking in or letting out, finding sloppy seams, and (let's be honest) happily feeling up two beautiful women. Lisa and I promised to be back at the end of April for the final fitting before the show at the end of the second week in May. We said our goodbyes, Rita and Bella were getting to work on the dresses (with occasional advice from Rita's mom) so Jan took us down to Union Station. He was chatty, for him, and we learned about his and Rita's sex lives (more than we really wanted to know) and their occasional partner swaps with Bella and her parade of boyfriends. At the station he helped us with our bags (he is every inch a gentleman) and we simultaneously kissed him on each cheek, he's so cute when he blushes, and we boarded the train for home. Lisa was asleep in before we reached Joliet.
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Dennis picked us up at the station; he was very interested in our discovery of shrimp and grits, like me he had only experienced grits as an almost tasteless breakfast side dish, he was emphatic that I must learn to make it. Back in our little apartment our first trip was to do laundry; we had decided early on that whatever place we lived in next must have a washer and dryer, as well as a dishwasher. While Lisa watched our machines, I went to Target to drop off my film. The guy at the photo counter was about our age and he was (at least in Amber's estimation) kind of cute. He had gotten where he recognized me and asked me what I had been up to. He was quite jealous that we had escaped central Illinois' gloom for the sunny Atlantic beach.
Honey made it to our apartment not long after we got back home. She and her cousin had a long-term room in Peoria, where the clubs were, but she had come because, in her words, "I need to fuck!" Honey's hair was longer now, kind of a light brown, and she had definitely filled out from the skinny girl we had met three years before. She also proudly announced that she was earning enough to have her boobs done ("It's a business expense for me") and she pulled off her top to show us her proud tits. They were, to my eye, unnaturally firm but they still looked very nice. Her cousin was a heftier girl with big, soft tits that she encouraged us to feel as well. Naturally they wanted to check out our breasts and we obliged them. Lisa and I by this time were about the same size (I was a little bigger), though hers were definitely perkier than mine.
Honey got right to the point, "Marci wants to wrestle with you Cindy. She's done mud wrestling but never tried it where she gets to fuck the other girl in the end. Lisa and I will sit on the couch and amuse each other as we watch."
Marci was several inches shorter than me, but she may well have had some pounds of me. She did have some nice muscles, by now I was well aware that just because a girl doesn't have bulgy muscles (like the wresters on TV), doesn't mean she isn't strong. Lisa had shown me in very pleasurable ways how strong dancers have to be and I was sure Marci was no exception.
Our big bodies slammed together and it was on, both of us sinking our fingers into the other girl's ample ass, trying to get a thigh between her legs to start rubbing her pussy; I was sad that Marci shaved her pussy, I assumed her bush would be a lovely blonde just like her hair. Now down on the floor we were struggling to get each other in between our legs, both of us mauling each other's boobs, Marci presented a much larger target and she was moaning every time I squeezed them. She got us rolled over and pressed her lovely tits in my face and I was afraid to was over by I managed to get my legs around her and started squeezing on her ribs. We rolled back and forth until finally Marci gave up. I rolled her on her back, kissed her hard, and then sat on her pretty face. She went to work on me, I suspected Honey had let her know how much I loved having my butt licked because she was quite attentive to my sensitive hole. I was gripping her soft, blonde hair tight when she brought me to orgasm, I didn't even kick her in the tit.
I rolled off of Marci and she lowered her hairless pussy to my face. She had very prominent pussy lips and as soon as my tongue touched her clit I felt her body tense. I reached up, grabbing her big tits, and played with her nipples as I worked my tongue eagerly around her pussy lips and her clit. Her loudest moans came when the tip of my tongue pushed into her butt; she started jerking rhythmically and I was treated to a nicely wet orgasm from her.
Now nicely settled, Honey, Marci, and I sat on the couch; I sat between them so I could finger them both at once, and we awaited Lisa's performance. Her dancing always drove me into a frenzy and I knew when she practiced for me that she wanted to get rough, but tonight was the first time she would show her moves to other girls. She was nervous because she considered Marci and Honey to be the professionals where stripping was concerned, though having just eaten out both of them did calm her a bit.
The cheerleader uniform she had borrowed from Holly was one from a camp she had worked at, so it wasn't for a particular school. Lisa and Holly both wanted to minimize how identifiable Lisa would be on stage (like her white hair wouldn't give her away to anyone who knew her). Her first song came up, "Be True to Your School" and she began in a very 1950's style cheer routine, very sweet and very chaste, but as the song went on she would flip up her skirt to show off her amazing butt or lift her sweater to reveal a flash of bikini-covered boob. By the end of the song she was down to her white sneakers and her black bikini; Holly and I had agreed that the black bikini contrasting with her white hair and her fairly pale skin was sexy as hell.
I had seen her on stage in Sweet Charity performing "Hey Big Spender," and several times she had been nude when she practiced, but I assumed that Marci and Honey weren't really familiar with the choreography of Bob Fosse. I could tell Lisa really enjoyed wriggling her hips and slowly removing her bikini, finishing completely nude, apart from her sneakers, by the end of the song.
Her final song, which she had told me was dedicated to the two of us, was Loverboy's 1983 anthem "Hot Girls in Love." Any shreds of modesty that she may have carried into her routine was now gone, she was now a ravenous sex fiend and I could tell that she was going to really eat the hell out of me when she was done; Ireally liked this thought. Honey was particularly impressed by Lisa lifting her leg until it was almost straight up, fully exposing her pussy, as she was spinning on her toes.
The song ended and Lisa gave a curtsey, as much as a girl can when she's naked, and she moved right in between my legs and began eating my pussy with giddy abandon. Marci got off the couch so she could lick Lisa's pussy from behind and Holly was sinking her teeth deep into my soft tits and I was stroking her wet, smooth pussy. After a pleasing series of orgasms we were too tired to fuck anymore (Hey, it does happen!)
Marci was stroking Lisa's hair (she was pretty sweaty by now), "For a rookie that was an amazing performance. I'd love to learn some of those dance moves from you."
Lisa was beaming, "You really think I was good? Cindy's always tells me how good I am, but she isn't the most unbiased of judges."
Honey tweaked Lisa's nipple, "Trust me sweetie, I've seen girls get amazing tips who have half your talent." Here she smiled evilly, "If you had bigger tits you'd be unstoppable."
Lisa kissed her, "I'm happy with what I have, thanks."
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There was all manner of complicated politics in the exotic dancing industry. Because Lisa was not a headliner she would have to pay the club a "stage fee," which hopefully she would recover from the money horny guys would throw at her. Because she was a rookie and being pushed into the rotation she would also be expected to share her tips with the other girls. I couldn't go into the dressing room but Marci and Honey told me they would watch over my baby for me. Lisa had not told anyone what she was doing except for Holly and Amber We had invited both girls to come with us but they were too nervous to go to (what they at least considered) a seedy Peoria strip club, but they did make me promise to tell them all about it.
When we got there Honey introduced me to the bartender, her name was Nancy, and the head bouncer. His name was Leo and he seemed to be a nice enough guy; he was intimidating as hell, which is good in his job, and it turned out he had worked with Dennis doing security a few times. Knowing I was friends with Big Dennis made me O.K. in his eyes and I was grateful for that. He told me to stick close to the bar; Lisa would go on in the afternoon, when most of the customers were well-behaved, but there was always the chance someone would be an asshole. Remembering the events of Holly's competition, I did as I was told and quietly sipped on some dark rum with lime juice.
There was, according to Leo, a decent crowd for a Saturday afternoon. There were guys playing pool, barely glancing at the dancers, and others sitting at tables with their drinks. Apart from the staff I was the only woman in the bar, which felt weird, I was glad Leo felt protective about me. When Lisa's name was announced, just her first name, guys looked up. Usually it was the same girls in the afternoon, there was more variety at night, so someone new at this time of day caused a bit of a stir. As she waited on stage for the Beach Boys to start Lisa went through the same little ritual that she uses before she sings. She locked her eyes on me and I blew her a kiss, Nancy thought this was very sweet.
I doubt Lisa heard the cheers or saw the blizzard of cash being thrown on the stage, when she is on stage she is in her own world and very little penetrates her consciousness. After the last notes of "Hot Girls in Love" faded away she looked around and I saw her blue eyes go wide. She quickly went around the stage with a kid's beach bucket (provided by Honey) to gather up the wadded bills. I noticed Leo went down to stand near the stage, close to the door to the dressing room; his instincts were good, guys were crowding the area and more than a few of them were trying to paw at Lisa (something she loathes). Lisa came out carrying her duffel bag and wearing her sweats and her Liverpool FC warm-up jersey. Lisa emerged from a side door near the bar and ran to me. Luckily, I guessed what she was going to do and I prepared myself; she literally jumped into my arms, wrapping her strong legs around my waist and fervently kissing me. "I did it baby! I did it!"
"You certainly did, you were amazing up there."
Leo and Nancy both told her she had been amazing, especially for her first time stripping for a crowd, and that she was welcome to come back if she wanted to. She blushed and told them she had done this once and that was enough for her, she was content to go back to her stage roles and teaching her dance classes.
Lisa was sitting in my lap as I perched, a little unsteady, on the stool; she was doing her best to suck my tongue right out of my mouth. That was when things threatened to go badly.
"You goddamn fucking bitch! You can't be up there on that fucking stage teasing us all and then turn around and then sit back here fucking your dyke slut!"
Lisa was shaking as she slid off me to stand on the floor. By this time the yelling guy, and he was clearly really drunk, had actually grabbed her hair and that was enough for me. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away, and I did not do this gently.
"Listen up buster, no one grabs at my girlfriend without her permission. I suggest you back the fuck off right now or by the almighty this will dissolved into a whirlwind of unspeakable violence." I had heard that expression years ago and I felt it fit our current situation.
The guy just sort of spluttered at me, I was sure he had noticed I was bigger than him, because the chokehold Leo had on him made it impossible for him to speak. I noticed Nancy was ready for action and had her hands under the bar.
Leo's voice was very calm and he sounded very dangerous, "Kevin, we've had this discussion before. You know better than to hassle the dancers and you know what happened the last time you stepped out of line. Do you want that to happen again?"
Kevin (now I knew his name) shook his head as much as he could with a big forearm across his throat. Leo continued, "Now I am going to give you the opportunity to apologize and then walk out that door on your own two feet. If you don't take advantage of that opportunity I will once again open that door with your head as I throw you out and Nancy will be backing me up." My eyes went wide when I looked over at Nancy and saw she had placed a shotgun on the bar. Now I was scared too, I was looking around for ways I could get Lisa out of the bar if things went to shit.
He mumbled a very insincere "Sorry lady" and staggered out the door. Lisa grabbed on to me so that she didn't fall down, she was crying, and it was an ugly cry; Nancy had thoughtfully handed me a bar towel. By now Honey and Marci were with us, as were several of the other dancers; all of them trying to comfort and reassure Lisa. They were all telling her, pretty much all at once, that they had all experienced guys who somehow thought that since they had thrown them money on stage that they now had some right to a girl's body.
Lots of hugs, plenty of kisses from me (and Honey), and a ferociously potent tequila sunrise helped this regain her Elf Queen composure. Even after paying her stage fee, and sharing her tips with other girls, it was a "rookie tax" she told me, she still had just over $300. We got ready to go home, though I did get a Polaroid with all the girls flashing their boobs to the camera. On the way home Lisa let me know two things, one was that while she had certainly gotten a thrill being naked in front of an audience she was not eager to do it again soon and she hoped if she did it again there would be more girls in the audience. The other thing was that she wasn't sure if we would make it home before she absolutely had to fuck me and that we might have to stop at the rest area along the interstate. I drove a bit faster.
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Lisa had the advantage that she had not even bothered to put on underwear after her performance, so once her sweats and her soccer jersey were off she was gloriously naked; it took me a bit longer and she was not being at all patient. She was laying on the bed, legs spread wide and licking the dildo like a porn star.
"I want you to fuck me hard baby, I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow."
I smiled, "Yes Miss Lisa." I slid the dildo up inside me and, gripping her legs, pushed it into her pussy. I was on top, fucking her like we had seen in the videos, and I was going at it hard. Lisa was sinking her fingers into my tits, sometimes biting my nipples, as I slammed my hips into her, driving the dildo deep into my baby's cunt. I even put one hand on her lovely neck, which got me a hissed, "Tighter slavegirl!" Lisa had her fingers dug into my back (and I had the scratch marks to prove it) when she exploded, her juices coming out around the purple dildo. I did my best to lick my baby clean, she was pulling on my hair, squeaking every time my tongue touched her clit.
She had me get on my hands and knees, with my face in the pillow and my big ass up in the air. Lisa knew that I didn't enjoy the dildo as much as she did, so she went to work on my pussy with her tongue and her fingers while at the same time she pushed the dildo deep into my ass. She was relentless and kept going even as my legs were kicking wildly, pushing me through three orgasms.
We laid there in bed on our damp (as usual) sheets, Lisa with her head on my boob, her fingers playing with my nipples. I was stroking her amazing white hair, "So, did you enjoy it? I mean, apart from the drunk asshole."
"I did. I really understand why Holly was determined to enter that competition, she needed to prove to herself she could do it, and I needed to do the same thing. I can see how Honey and Marci make a decent living dancing but I hope they have plans to do something else later on. Dancing like that is really hard on your body."
I kissed her hard, "You know better than most people baby. I will say you can dance for me anytime you want to."
She gave a wicked, if a bit sleepy smile, "Oh I will. I want to do it for Amber and Holly too. I think they will like it."
I stroked her hair, "I am sure they will baby."
This was a pretty much an accurate retelling of the events after we came home from Spring Break. Ever since she saw Striptease Lisa had wanted to try, at least once, stripping. The event with the drunk guy hews pretty close to reality as well, it's an occupational hazard for exotic dancers. This will not be Lisa's last time on the stage at a club, but the next two will be special occasions and years in the future. I love hearing from you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org)