Chapter 4: Arriving at the Party

The taxi picked me up right on time at 8:00 PM and it took less than an hour to get to the house where the party was being held. It was your typical suburban two-story white colonial in one of those new developments that seem to cropping up everywhere. While not a mansion by any stretch of the imagination, whoever lived there was not exactly on welfare either which made me feel more secure than I would’ve been if I was being dropped off in some bad part of town.

Under my winter coat I was wearing loose jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, along with a bag containing my outfit and some personal stuff. Anyone seeing me would never have thought I was a stripper on her way to her first assignment. Drawing a deep breath, I got out of the taxi, went up the concrete and stone steps and then paused for just a minute before ringing the lit doorbell. Taking a deep breath, I knew it was now or never and reached out to press the button.

A series of gongs played and before they ended a good-looking guy with his shirt hanging out and a half-empty Budweiser bottle in his hand answered the door. Obviously the party was already underway! At first he just looked at me shivering in the cold with a big grin on his face. It was the same sort of look a starving linebacker might have eyeing a porterhouse steak after a long workout. Without taking his lecherous eyes off of me he turned his head to the side and gave a shout.

“Hey Bill! Your stripper’s here!”

Well, THAT was already a first for me and it was all I could do to bite my tongue and not burst out laughing. Never before had anyone described me as a “stripper”, not even my dad when I would show off a new outfit for him that he’d picked out for me. Almost immediately another guy with bit too much stomach and slightly receding dark hair appeared and opened the door for me with a broad smile.

“Hi! I’m Bill, the best man and you must be Kelly. Damn girl, you look even finer than I’d imagined and trust me, I have one hell of an imagination!”

Well, I guess it was meant as a compliment. Stepping inside, immediately every eye in the house was looking my way. If I learned nothing else that night, now I know how a lonely sheep feels when surrounded by a pack of starving wolves! So far as I was concerned I was just a typical nineteen year-old college girl with lots of friends and a loving family out to have some fun for the evening. It was immediately obvious that what they saw was completely different. My guess was they looked at me and all they saw was a slutty young girl who was supposed to entertain them - and hopefully put out. Well, I really couldn’t complain. After all, it was probably a more accurate description of me at this moment.

Bill quickly led me to a bedroom down the hallway and closed the door behind us. “Just ignore those guys, they’re idiots. You can change in here,” he said gently, maybe recognizing the nervousness in my demeanor. “Don’t worry, just take your time and let me know when you’re ready.”

Bill was so being sweet to me that for a moment I forgot that he was also the one guy who had hired me to strip and get naked, not to mention maybe even suck his dick ... or more. He wasn’t a friend, he was my client, one who might be nice now but would be expecting me to live up to my end of the bargain. What surprised me the most was how nervous I was, to the point that I was actually shaking a little. I didn’t trust my voice not to betray how I was feeling so I didn’t say anything and just turned to put my bag on the bed. Bill opened the door to leave when he paused and turned back to me.

“You know Kelly, I’ve always fantasized about meeting a girl like you and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off wishing I was fucking someone as beautiful as you. Now here you are, alone in a bedroom with me; young, beautiful, sexy as hell and about to strip and god only knows what else. It’s like a dream come true for me...”

He hesitated then and I could tell that he wanted to say more but he seemed to have lost his nerve. Actually, I was caught a bit off-guard by his being so open with me about his feelings but then again, I knew that he didn’t see me as Kelly, he saw me as a whore who was being paid to deliver the goods. I suppose it was something like being a bartender, someone guys think they can open up to and say things they would never tell another girl. Maybe it was the idea that he would never see me again, maybe he thought I was such a slut that such talk was every day for me. In any case, I looked him in the eyes and suddenly it dawned on me what he really wanted.

“Bill, are you married?”

Bill’s eyes widened for a moment and at first I thought maybe he had really lost his nerve but then he nodded his head. “Yeah but trust me, she’s NOTHING like you. Damn, I’ve never even been in the same room alone with a girl like you before!”

This was starting to be a bit on the surreal side so far as I was concerned. I’d assumed the entire night would be rather impersonal, to the point where I might not even know anyone’s name. Now here I was already, listening to a guy’s marital issues and fantasies, NOT what I’d expected at all but I went along with it. In an almost voyeuristic way, I was interested to see where it would lead if I egged him on a bit more.

“So tell me Bill, what do you want from me? Do you want to see me strip, maybe even get naked? Would you like me to suck your dick?” I paused for a moment and then gave him my sexiest smile asking, “Do you want to fuck me tonight Bill?”