Paying the Price Ch. Girls' Night Out Friends from work try a new source of entertainment. I realize that this place has to have a refrigeration unit or something. The interior of the house and my prepping room is normal. My partner is a boylesque performer, and he did his first hen's night last week. I didn't get totally nude, just down to my skivvies, but I danced around on the table for 5 minutes and rubbed massage oil all over myself. Anyways the girl getting married and her friends are already a bit tipsy and yelled at me to strip for them.
I notice fog on the floor, but see no fog machine.
Naked, but standing, I walked back to an apartment I had rented and sat brooding over what had happened. The best part was when my very shy mom was alone in the corner and he ran up to her and did a handstand while shaking his ass in her face. And I am definitely a stripper. Another friend replied "or a young chick who had the shit kicked out of her. But I figured going second was better than going to jail without gettting laid at all.