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Subject: {ASSM} "Entertainment"  by  deirdre  (FF ds)  --  rp by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Entertainment

By deirdre

FF ds

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the "deirdre-fest" at ASSM and ASSTR this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****


Date: Mon, 13 Jun 1994 03:11:45 UTC

This actually is two stories glued together and if you like the first
half you might not like the second. However, the second half does work
best when its situation can be contrasted with something like the first
half . . .

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre


Entertainment

by deirdre

It was the day before our wedding and I was at Jeff's, my fiance's
house to collect some of my things. Jeff and I were both lawyers at the
same firm. It had been a year since I joined the firm; Jeff and I had
hit it off immediately. We weren't going to have a large wedding, but
we had a honeymoon planned in Aruba.

But this afternoon, Jeff was off with Roger. Roger was Jeff's best
friend from high-school and our best man. He had just come into town,
and was staying in Jeff's apartment.

I had just started packing when the doorbell rang. I answered it and
there in the doorway was this blonde. She asked for Roger. She was
about 5'4", had an incredible figure, long wavy hair, and was dressed
in a business suit (with skirt) that didn't hide the size of her chest
at all, and wore high heels. She carried a tote bag under her arm. I
stared. Then I asked her what she wanted with Roger. She said she was
Tamara and that Roger had hired her as the entertainment for a party
and she was checking the place out.

Well, as what she said sank in, I must have gone into a state of shock.
The woman must have noticed because she quickly explained that she was
a stripper, as if that made everything alright. Presumably seeing I was
still agitated, she said it was all good clean fun, she only stripped
to a g-string, that she did strip-o-grams for lots of people, and that
wives even hired her for their husbands' birthdays. She said she never
messed with her customers.

I guess I didn't look convinced because she seemed to feel the need to
convince me everything was on the up-and-up. Finally I found my voice
and argued with her. Somehow we ended up deciding that she would show
me her act.

She told me she danced to music and she pulled a small boombox out of
her bag. Then she slipped in a tape and started dancing. It was music
with a beat and she really moved--in fact just the way she could move
her body surprised me. She danced right up to me and danced away again.
Then she stopped her dance and started telling me what she did.

I insisted that I just wanted to see exactly what she did--that she
should treat me exactly like she was going to treat Jeff. She told me
that she made sure her audience was sitting down and handcuffed to the
chair. I thought this was weird, but she explained that it kept the
guys away from temptation while actually adding to the experience for
them. She showed me the handcuffs and looked at me questioningly.

Well, I had decided to see what sort of show she had planned for Jeff
and I decided to follow through with it. She placed a chair right in
the middle of the living room and handcuffed me to the back. Then she
started the music again and started her dance.

She really was an amazing dancer, just the smooth way she moved. In a
few seconds, she started taking off her jacket. Without the jacket, she
was able to "thrust" her chest more. Then she started slipping off her
other items of clothing, one by one. She was so smooth. I imagined what
Jeff would think. Soon she was down to bra and panties. She undid the
bra. Her breasts were like nothing I'd ever seen. I guess I expected
breasts that were obviously enlarged, but these looked very natural yet
they were large and firm. Then she slipped off her panties and revealed
a g-string.

She danced some more, displaying her body, back and front, and she
danced right up to me again. She waved her breasts right in front of my
face. She had this sly, seductive smile. Then she sat on my lap. Her
face was close to mine and was above mine. I guess if she had been on
Jim's lap, she would have been looking into his eyes.

Soon she was done. I knew what a striptease was and could tell you what
a stripper does, but seeing it was another thing! I gathered that this
girl was very good at it. I also knew that Jeff would love it. But what
came to my mind was whether *I* could do such a dance for Jeff.

"I wish I could dance like that," I said after she had dressed, as she
was leaving. That seemed to pique her interest.

"Oh, I could certainly give you some pointers," she answered.

"Not soon enough for our honeymoon."

She thought. "How about tonight?"

"You have the party tonight."

"Oh, after the party, about 10PM. I never stay late--things get too
rowdy late." I guess I looked like this was a definite possibility
because she went on: "Give me your address and I'll stop by your place
on the way home."

I ended up giving her my address, and was thoughtful for quite a bit of
the evening. I felt like I was being modern and tolerant for letting
Jeff have his fun. And I was going to do something a little wild for
our relationship. I stayed home that evening, and really couldn't get
anything else on my mind despite the wedding.

Tamara showed up just before 10PM. She was dressed the same and still
had her tote bag. We talked briefly and she asked if I would show her
how I dance. I told her I really couldn't do anything like what she
did. She said I'd need loosen up and asked if I had anything alcoholic
around. I had some wine open in the fridge.

We went and got it and she handed it to me to swig from the bottle.
Just the act of taking a swig from the bottle was so foreign to me. But
I felt like I was going to have to let loose to get anything out of
this. Then she took a swig and handed it back to me to take another. I
hesitated only briefly.

Back in the living room, she asked if there were any particular move I
wanted to learn. I said I couldn't remember. She said she'd do the
dance again so I could watch and get ideas. She pulled out the boombox,
popped in a tape and started dancing again. Once again, I was taken
aback by how good she was, how sexy and how *right* her movements were.
I thought about her dancing for Jeff, and it suddenly it was bothering
me. But how was it bothering me?

Something made me say it ...I don't know what: "Can you handcuff me
again?" I saw her eyes light up with interest and she gave me a little
smile. She turned off the music, went to her tote bag, got out the
handcuffs and came back and cuffed me to my chair. Then she got another
tape out of her tote bag, and found my stereo and put it on.

This music was different ...slow and languid. And she started dancing,
but not with her loud, sexy movements that she had done before, but
with slow, sensual motions. I watched her, transfixed. She proceeded to
undress, so slowly. She looked at me not with a sly smile, but with a
burning look. Then she was close, right in front of me. She was in just
her g-string. Her hands were massaging her body and breasts--caressing
actually. She sat on my lap. Her face was right in front of mine. I
stretched up and touched my lips to hers.

That was a couple of months ago. I broke off our wedding plans and stay
with Tamara now. Tamara decided to go on the road, and plans to
eventually settle down and set up business in some other city. She got
a partner, Tracy, and they have an act. Tracy is a brunette who is a
bit taller than Tamara, and is also a heavenly dancer. We all stay
together in the hotel rooms. I watch them practice and I run their
errands. They're teaching me to dance but say it will be a while before
I'm ever ready to perform. They sleep together. They like me to eat
them and they love to use a belt on my ass. Once when we had just
stopped in town and were checking out the club they were signed up to
play, Tamara came out of the club to where Tracy and I waited in the
car. She told us the guy was balking and asked me to come in and help
her negotiate the deal. I followed her into the building and down a
dark hall. I was feeling good because I knew that I would be of some
real use to Tamara. And she'd see me in a more competent light. I
wasn't dressed for the part, in cutoffs and a top that didn't quite
cover my midriff, but I'd give this guy a shock when he found out
Tamara had a lawyer on hand to call his bluff. Finally we reached a
dirty little office. The owner looked a little seedy and I could easily
imagine him trying to take advantage of the girls he hired. He was
looking straight into my eyes. I schooled my expression to be both
serious and confident. He looked over to Tamera and said calmly,
"Deal." I was confused. Tamera said: "Suck him off." I froze as her
words sank in, but only for a few seconds. I always do what Tamera
says.


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