Chapter 3: Stripping

Walking up the entranceway, I arrived at the large double doors and rang the doorbell. A young guy answered the door and looked at me with a curious expression. I guess it’s not every day a girl on al long fur coat and heels shows up at your door.

“Ummmmm, can I help you?” he asked politely but not opening the door for me to enter.

“Hi Brad, I’m Kathy and your dad sent me along with this.”

I handed him his dad’s business card which had a note scrawled on the back of it. It simply said I was a gift from the “old man” and his for the night to do with whatever he wanted.

“So let me get this straight,” he asked me with a look of bewilderment on his face, “Are you some kind of hooker or what?”

I tried to look a little crestfallen and then looked back up at him and smiled. “Well, I like to think of me more as your entertainment for the evening,” I said as seductively as possible, “Do you mind if I come in Brad?”

He seemed hesitant and if anything, a little distracted. Then I heard something that chilled me.

“Honey, who is it?”

Oh crap, his fiancé was there! This was one situation my dad hadn’t prepared me for, that was for sure. Just as I was about to bail out and run back to the SUV, a girl appeared behind Brad.

“Brad ... who is she? What does she want?”

Poor Brad looked a little stressed to say the least. He didn’t seem to know what to say so he handed her the business card. She looked at it and then flipped it over and read the back of handed the business card to her. As she read it, she looked at me and then back at the card and then back at me again. Her eyes widened a bit but surprisingly she didn’t seem to be nearly as shocked as her fiancé was.

“You know, this sounds like something your asshole father would do,” she said accusingly to him, “I guess last night wasn’t enough?”

“Honey, let’s not start into that again,” Brad said, trying to somehow extricate himself out of the mess his dad had put him in, “Don’t worry honey, I’ll just tell her to leave.”

“The hell you will,” she protested, much to my surprise - and Brad’s. I was frozen in place, standing there feeling very much like I wanted to crawl under the nearest rock. This wasn’t exactly how I had envisioned this at all. Just as I was about to turn around and just leave without another word, she called out to me.

“Well get your ass in here slut and do your thing. We wouldn’t want to disappoint his rich daddy now, would we?” she said in a tone that was definitely not a reflection of her words. “We wouldn’t want to piss off your precious daddy and have him cut you out of the will, would we?”

“For crying out loud, what are you doing Claire?” he grimaced, looking at me and then back in her as if he was now totally confused. I didn’t blame him. I was confused as hell myself!

“Your daddy’s already paid the whore so let her in and make her earn the money.”

“What?” he whined, “Are you serious Claire?”

His fiancé pushed past him and opened the door for me, motioning me to come in. There wasn’t much politeness in her eyes, though, the way she was glaring at me. Brad was starting to look like he might be happy with the way things were going. You could almost see the letter he was writing in his head. “Dear Penthouse, you would never believe what my fiancé let me do the week before our wedding...” Well, he was pretty naive if he thought it was going to be THAT easy.

“Oh no Brad, don’t think you’re getting off the hook THAT easy,” she continued as I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me, “You get to watch her do her thing, BUT I get to watch too.”

It was like a balloon deflating as Brad’s shoulders dipped and his face was almost comical in the way he was looking so distressed.

“Well, you don’t think I’m going to trust you with her alone, do you? Especially after what happened last night, do you think I’m stupid or what?”

Whatever had happened at his bachelor party the night before, it must have been pretty good as he grimaced again, as if she had sucker punched him squarely in the stomach. Something told me that he had been a bad boy at his bachelor party and someone had squealed on him to Claire.

Claire herded us into what looked to be the family room or at least some sort of entertainment center. There was a huge flat-screen TV, what looked to be an incredible sound system, chairs and couches along with games tables and pinball machines plus an assortment of other games and flashing lights. She pushed Brad back into a large brown leather couch in the middle of the room which looked to be the primary seating location for watching TV. She took a seat at the end of the room on a bar stool. That left me standing in the middle of the room with my mom’s fur coat still wrapped tightly around me.

“Well?” she huffed, staring at me like I was a lab rat in some bizarre experiment. “I’ve always wondered what a stripper does for these type of private performances ... let’s see it.”

Oh well, it could have gone worse so I pulled out a CD from my coat pocket and handed it to Brad. He put it in the player and started the music. As he took his seat again as the music started. The first song was one of my all-time favorites when it came to teasing men. Simply stated, “Doncha” by the Pussycat Dolls has got to be one of the most played songs in every strip club in the world! My heart started to beat faster as the music started.

As surreal as the situation had become, at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a little horny having the two of them watching me. Obviously he WANTED to enjoy watching me but with his fiancé seated right behind him I figured he would be a little muted in his reactions.