My Best Friend: The University Years 5
I was working in a bar one evening, just doing my usual routine strip for a hen party. They were a noisy bunch, but then, hen parties are always loud and raucous. Girls on a night out really let their hair down, and the laughing and screaming just seem to get louder and louder as the night went on and they appeared determined to have the best time they could. The bar was not one of my favourites I have to admit; a bit on the rough side, but on the whole most of the customers were decent, hard-working folk.
I was halfway through my act when I noticed a strippo-gram-girl dressed as a policewoman standing by the door watching me. I mentally dismissed her, presuming she was waiting to do her act, maybe to some other group in the bar, and although she was a tall, good looking blonde, I had a job to do and carried on with my act. So, I was most definitely aware of her, but proceeded with the rest of my routine until the inevitable chant started up. 'Off! Off! Off!' and I knew they were referring to my last remaining item of clothing, my g-string. It was coming off anyway, but I liked to tease them a bit, before showing them my 'bits.'
I took the bride to be, by the hand and led her to a chair I'd placed in the centre of the floor. I danced around her, with her friends cheering and whistling, egging me and her on. I placed her hands on my body and slid them down until she hooked her thumbs through the g-string and began to pull it down, all the while to the encouraging call and screams of her friends. At last my cock was released and in full view to the delight of the bride and her party.
The bride to be, obviously tipsy, made a grab for my best friend, but I sidestepped easily and danced around her some more, teasing her and her friends, a few of whom tried to handle, 'the goods,' as well. I made a show of almost letting them, but pulled away at the last moment. Finally, the music came to an end, and I waved and left the bar, to rousing cheers from the women. I was towelling myself down, trying to remove the baby oil I'd used in the act before I got dressed again, when there was a knock at the door, which began to open. The other stripper popped her head round the door.
'Hi, I was just wondering if I could have a word with you?' she asked. I invited her in; although still naked, but then she'd seen it all already, so there was no false modesty with a fellow performer. I continued to wipe away the oil, and she watched me for a moment or two. 'Baby oil is a right bugger, isn't it?' she stated. 'It seems to get everywhere.' I grinned at her. 'Which agency are you with?' she asked, so I told her, asking which one she was with. 'Well, I'm not actually with an agency,' she replied. 'My name's Theresa, but everybody calls me Tess, and I'm not a stripper, I'm the real deal, a police officer,' she said with a smile on her face. I have to say, I was proud of myself when I looked back on how I handled it, because I remained calm, and finished dressing while she watched.
'Did I do something wrong?' I eventually asked. 'Or overstep the mark, I try to keep it kosher, but in the heat of the moment so to speak, sometimes thing happen you're not even aware of.' She shook her head, assuring me I had nothing to worry about. She was just coming off duty she explained and had just popped her head round the door, a last-minute check sort of thing, and had decided to watch my act. She thought I looked a bit young to be performing, but I assured her I was old enough, and showed her my student I.D. to prove it. She checked it, nodded and handed it back.
'Have you got another job tonight, or is that you finished?' she inquired. I told her that was my last job of the night, and as soon as I finished dressing I was off home. 'Hmm... I see. So that's you off duty, and so am I, how about both of us going somewhere else, another pub, a quieter one, and having a relaxing after work drink together?' She looked almost embarrassed, but I have to say she was a tasty looking woman. Tall, blonde hair tied back in what I now know they call a, 'French pleat.' Her face was almost perfect, but with a strong determined mouth and chin. The mouth was full-lipped and sensual, and there was hint of humour in her clear blue eyes.
'Do I have a choice?' I asked, teasing her.
'Do I have to get out the handcuffs, sunshine?' she teased me back.
'I'll come quietly guv,' I assured her, packing the last of my things in my holdall. I knew where this was going to end; in her bed, via the pub, and I was all too eager to co-operate.
I'm not much of a drinker, and as it turned out, neither was she, but it gave us the excuse to be together and learn a little more about each other. I liked her and I knew the feeling was mutual, so it was no surprise when I leaned a little closer and kissed her. She kissed me back eagerly, and bearing in mind we weren't exactly desperate to stay in the bar, we soon finished our drinks and left.
Outside on the pavement we held hands, both of us eager for the night to continue. She asked where I stayed, and I told her. She thought for a moment and said, 'My place is nearer,' then added, 'If you're not too tired after all that jigging about?' I laughed.
'I'd like to think I have a fair bit more, "jigging," in me yet,' I confirmed. She smiled and nodded.
'That's what I was hoping to hear,' she said, and led me in the direction of what I assumed was her place. So, there it was, we were going to her place, and we were going to be lovers; it was unstated, but understood.
