You arrive home after class, late at night to discover what you knew you would. There is loud music blaring from your apartment, and it sounds like a pretty rowdy crew is inside. You unlock the door, only to realize that it is already unlocked. Going inside you see exactly what you thought you'd see: your roommate, Jack, and seven of his friends are in your "living room" playing loud music and being drunk and disorderly. They completely didn't notice your entrance. But seeing as three of them are passed out and another two look ready to drop off, you are not surprised. You see Jack and the man of honor still awake, so you head off to your room. You kick off your shoes and take out your guitar and begin to play, though you can barely hear it over the music. It is a few minutes before you hear a banging on the front door and a voice shouting.
"This is the police, open up!" You hear the guys scrambling in the other room. They turn off the music, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. You hear the door open and Jack speaking.
"What seems to be the problem officer?"
"We've had some complaints, may I come in?" The cop sounds female, and you can hear a Hispanic accent in her voice. You put down your guitar and head out into the hall, giving you a narrow view of the living room. The cop is shorter than you'd thought she'd be. Underneath her hat, she has long red hair that falls around her chest and her back. It is unpinned and unrestrained. She is wearing a short, skimpy skirt, a revealing blue blouse, and a black neck tie. You realize what's going on. And your thought is reinforced when she turns toward the guys in the living room and says, "Well, Don't we have some naughty boys in here tonight! I guess I'll have to arrest you all." She looks at the man of honor, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. "And I'll start with you I think." Jack stumbles drunkenly toward the couch and lies down across the laps of two of his friends, seeming not to notice them. The man of honor seems just awake enough to see the stripper cop. She puts on a CD of stripper music and begins her dance. You move down the hall for a better view.
The Stripper is swaying and dancing to the music as she approaches the man of honor. You watch as her hips move. She gets on top of her audience and tosses away her hat, flinging her hair around. She then begins undoing the buttons on her shirt, revealing her cleavage and more of her tan skin. You see the man of honor's head fall into her cleavage. The stripper finishes the unbuttoning her shirt. She pushes the man's head away from her breasts so she can get off him, and his head just rolls back. He's passed out too. The stripper looks around and sees all the men passed out. You're watching from the end of the hall when the stripper looks up and sees you.
"Hi," she says.
"Hi," you reply. An awkward silence follows, filled only by stripping music.
"So, do you, you know, live ... here?" She gestures around the apartment.
"Yeah. He," pointing at Jack, "Is my roommate."
"And is one of these others your ... boyfriend?"
"What? No, no, no, NO! I'm a lesbian, through and through. Can't get enough pussy, yep. I mean, I would never, uh..." You stop when you realize you're babbling. Then the stripper begins to giggle, and so do you. Soon you both are laughing, not really knowing why. When you both calm down a little, the stripper looks at the man of honor.
"Can't strip for him, now can I?" She gives him a little slap on the face which turns his head to the side. You both start laughing again. She gets off the unconscious man and turns off the music. She then walks over to you. "It's a shame. They paid for lap dance and it's going to go to waste."
"It is," you reply.
"Unless ... You're a lesbian, and you're the only one sober enough to enjoy it. Are you interested?" She smiles at you.
"I am." You smile as well. She turns the music on and the volume up. Then you grab her hand and lead her to your bedroom. You sit on the bed and wait.
"Since this is a new lap dance, I'll start over." She buttons her blouse again. As the seductive music plays, she sways over to you. She grabs your hands and puts them on her hips. Her hands move up and down your arms, caressing you. She straddles you as she gets on the bed with you, one knee to either side. Her skirt rides up and her panties become visible to you. Your view of her lower body is blocked as she puts her bosom in your face. You look up and make eye contact with her as she slowly begins unbuttoning her top. Her look is intense. When her blouse is only half open, she lifts her bra-clad breasts out, so they are framed in the opening. She leans in towards you, putting her mouth by your ear.
"Go ahead, feel them." Your hands trail up her body from her hips. When your hands reach her breasts you begin playing with them, squeezing softly and lifting them. She continues to unbutton her shirt. She sheds it, and tosses it aside. She grabs hold of your hands and gently removes them from her breasts. She climbs off of the bed and begins swaying to the music again. She places her hands in the waistband of her skirt, ever so slowly inching it down around her hips. You see her underwear, a thong, stays in place. Once over her hips she slides the skirt down her legs and off altogether. She bends down as she does this, giving you a good view of her cleavage before her hair covers it. When she stands back up, her hair covers her breasts, making her look naked from the waist up. She approaches you again, this time sitting on your lap. You need no invitation this time to feel her breasts. She leans her head back and begins kissing your neck.
"Open it," she whispers to you. You move your hands to the center of her bra and in a quick movement, her breasts are free. You return your hands to her breasts and for the first time you feel her hot flesh and stiff nipples. "Do you like how they feel," she asks you.
"Yes, I do. They are so soft and hot and wonderful."
.... There is more of this story ...