my long time friend (open to one female)

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Robert Cushman, 29 years old, ear length butter colored hair, six foot tall 180lbs, medium build with a firm six pack and rippling biceps, square jaw and smooth cheeks. He is a successful by trade and a body builder.


I had this friend all through high school. A real pretty redhead and we hung out every day and some people thought we were dating. We were not, just real close friends, but after graduating high school we went out seperate ways, I went from New York to Washington where I went into land rights then to stocks and bonds where I created a small fortune and went from apartments and into my own condo on a quiet street. All this time away I actually forgot the redheads name and it was a real shame when going around on Facebook because she was only real friend in school and I wonder what ever became of of her.

After hours and on weekends I would stay at my home lifting weights and swimming in my backyard pool. I figure that doing weights was better than sitting and watching movies every weekend and feel sorry for never getting action, though I admit the women in the office I have caught looking at me.

However I was just savng myself, I dont know why, perhaps just missing that redhead and I wonder where she was. One day comes when he notices that people are moving into the home a few doors down and decides to take a walk to go and scope it out.

(Open to one woman. PM me with your ideas and we will have fun)
 
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Jessica Parker ordered the movers around as they unloaded the truck. At 28 she was doing quite well for herself. Not any way that anyone would have imagined though. During school she was elected as the most studious. They had a predicted that she would be a lawyer or famous accountant. Yet, she was neither of these. Once she graduated high school, she flunked out of her first semester of college from partying too much.

With no place to live, her parents telling her to find her own way, and no money; she needed to find something quickly. Waitressing wasn’t going to cut it. She needed money and fast. Finding an ad in the newspaper for dancers, she decided to try out. Not realizing the dancing was actually for a stripper and not for a dance company. When she got there, she saw how good the competition was. Without a doubt she was going to give it her all.

Not only did she win the position, but became one of the top strippers on the west coast with several offers of becoming the next porno star. She declined those, but enjoyed the choice of men she could have every night afterwards.

Oh how the men loved her. Showering her with cars, jewels, money to pay her bills, and anything she wanted. Most of the gifts were handed to her because of her talent on the pole and her looks. That was one thing Jessica pride herself of. She was completely natural unlike most of the women in the profession. Not once did she enhance her 34D’s, long red hair and lengthy body. Her continuous work out on the pole, kept her body slender. The long legs were strong but slender. A perfect silhouette had been used to explain her on some shows.

Since she didn’t have to pay much in bills, Jessica was able to pay for the house free and clear. Now to find out if the quiet neighborhood is ready for the eccentric Jessica to move in.
 
The operation was a huge affair. A woman was standing on the green manicured lawn directing traffic as a monster moving van was being unloaded by eight men with all sorts of furniture. Her voice was familiar but it required me to get closer to see that woman's face before I could peg the name.

I could hear her giving orders and the men readily sapping to it whilst in the driveway sat a brand new Mercury Milan. Taken aback this new neighbor had more green than me and it peaked my curiosity walking further down the sidewalk and watching that slender figure moving about. When just across the street she turned to saw something to the men on the truck and everything came together "Jessica?" I exlaimed in surprise.
 
Jessica heard her name, but thought nothing of it. "No one would know me here." She thought to herself and kept ordering the men in and out of the truck. Standing on the lawn with her half t-shirt and spank shorts with "YOU WISH" written on the back of it, she turned to head into the house. There wasn't anything that was going to dampen her day today.

Right before she walked in, she caught a glimpse of one of the men on the block walking towards the house. Stopping suddenly, Jessica thought she recognize the guy but wasn't sure. He was of the same age as she, but it was something about his gate that brought her back to high school.
 
She had her arms loosely crossed with the hips thrusted to one side and te long red hair in a pony tail she had that (whatever) defiant look that I knew her for. Reaching the sidewalk onto the otherside the movers rought out a long black leather sofa and were takingit inside the front door.

She stepped away from the patio and I could her face "Jessica" i said a bit louder so that my voice carried on over to her across the lawn.
 
Moving out of the way of the movers, I finally heard him. It can't be I thought. "Robby? Robby Crushman? Is that really you?"

Patting the mover on the shoulder after telling him where to put the couch and traced over the lawn, practically throwing myself into his arms. It was an easy way to feel if he really was like the way he looked. It was better!

"Damn Robby, nothing like high school. How are you?" I say with a beaming smile.
 
I was laughing because it had been so long. "Jessica, it is you. You havent changed a bit" i said after amoment of holding her tightly in my arms before slowly releasing the grip and letting her feet touch the concrete. It was true, she was still the same with body type, hair style in all and once we were done shaking off the surprise I looked at her wondering what would hppen next.
 
"Do you live around here? I'm just moving in the neighborhood. Come on in. I don't have anything ready yet."

Leading Robert into the house, I wondered what he would say about the mess and all the things I have collected in the years. Keeping you in my arms, I wanted to know everything.

"So tell me where have you been? What do you do? God you have muscles like Arnold!" rambling off a million miles a minute.
 
Shaking my head slightly with a smile, stillthe same Jessica as she led me through her house. It was full of unorganized clutter; furniture, clothes, and dishes that we were forced to tip toe through as the movers went by.

"Yeah, im down the street. Im a stock broker and I lift weights to kill time" shrugging my shoulders. Looking at her in my arm, everything was still the same and all the fond memories we had came flooding back.
 
My eyes widen in joy. "Just down the street? Oh this is great. I at least know someone here. I figured I would have to try to make all new friends. But now that I know you are here, we can go back to the way we were in High School."

The last of the furniture was placed and I sign off on the bill. Thanks boys. I am sure I will see you at work soon enough. Winking to them I turn back to Robert. "Are you hungry? I'm starved and still have to unpack."
 
"At work?" I question to myself but said nothing of it directly as she led me to the kitchen all of the furniture looked brand new and so was her car. It was strange, her family had money but the amount like this. It was not my place to ask even though we have known each other for years, jessica was always very open to me about everything. As we made to the kitchen i looked around, such a scale would take all day to sort through.
 
Feeling overwelmed, I thought of a great plan. "Robby, If you want you can invite your wife. But How about I order some pizza and beer since everything is in boxes. I can at least clear a spot in the living room or in my bedroom and we can pop a squat."

I really didn't want to be left alone in my home yet. Not with all these boxes. But I knew it would take all day and all night to clean up. At least the bedroom was almost complete since it was the first thing that I had the movers set up. Including my pole to practice.
 
"Oh," I said somewhat disappointed, "I dont have a wife. Never married." Her idea of pizza was also typical, something quick and cheap, we would spend our weekends eating pizza and the nostalgia was overwhelming as we stepped into the kitchen. I was able to readthe shorts on her backside and could not help but wonder why she would wear something like that, it was just silly, even for Jessica.
 
"What? Are you kidding me? You never married that one girl you were dating when we were in high school?" I perked but didn't want to show too much. "I could have sworn you two were doing the hanky panky and going to get married soon after."

Putting away some of the dishes, I reached high to put something away. My body extended, I could feel Robert watching my every move.

"So tell me why didn't you ever marry?" turning back towards him and getting the next stack of dishes to put up.
 
"Just....never did" my voice conveying disappointment and defeat. But when she reached for the dishes and I stole a glimpse of her shorts tightening, showing the curvature of the buttocks and lowered the chin and smiled to myself. "I went to business college, got my degree, and moved here. Never dated anyone, though, just focused on my studies. Guys in my dorm said I was a real party poper" i replied with gruding smile.
 
Laughing "I can imagine. Well at least you finished school. I didn't even make it past the first semester." Stretching again and placing the plates on the shelf.

"I partied too hard when I was in my first semester. When I did that, mom and dad told me I was cut off and had to fend for myself." Pushing back some stray strands of hair that fell to my face. Giving a sweet smile to Robert, I grabbed the next box to unpack.

"That's a shame that you never hooked up with anyone. You were always a fine catch to have." shamelessly stating how she felt.
 
I modestly chuckle, "You really think so? I know that alot of guys had the sweets on you" then immediately kick myself for using elementary language as 'sweets' when the proper term was 'hard on' "they were barking when we graduated, but I never considered myself "a real catch."

After a moment I begin opening boxes and ferry them over to Jessica. Most of this was high quality stuff including real silverware and delicate China and left me to wonder if she was cut off how could she afford all this?
 
Rolling my eyes. "Sweets on me? Please, I was the black swan that no one looked at. And if they did, they were too afraid if you were going to beat the shit out of them."

Laughing at the thought, I put more of the china and silverware away. "You know it was the same reason why you didn't get asked out more. Because they always thought we were hooking up until you dated that one girl. What was her name again?"

I could see the confused look on his face when he was passing everything to me. It was a matter of time before he asked what I did to afford all of this.
 
I was befudled, holding the china in my hands and carefully pass them off to jessica. God, it had been so long that I had actually forgotten. "Well, nothing ever happened" sighing deeply as my brawny hands fihed out another stack of individually wrapped plates over to her to unwrap and store away. "I wish it would, but never did."

Once the box was empty I collasped it and put it aside and take and open a second box.
 
Stopping with a dish in my hand, holding it up in the air. "Wait, you are going to tell me that you have never did the booty bounce in bed?" Both eyes brows raised in the air. I couldn't believe it. My close friend never had a girl in bed. Yet I have had a few, but nothing like a normal dancer would.

I knew I could give him a quicky and he would be thankful, but that wasn't me. I didn't want the normal stereo type that normally followed strippers and pole dancers. I was one of the few that actually just did it for the money. Of course the men that enjoyed my company without the sex helped pay for all of this.
 
Even a stock job at my level I was grateful for my house and backyard pool. Looking Jessica over in those tight clothes, she was still pretty, I had to work to keep a strng physique and looking at her, she was blessed with it. Jessica was a long time friend, we did everything and though there were tiffs and silent nights there was never a secret we kept from each other and though it pained me to ask "so, what do you do...for a living?"
 
"Well, I ah... " Not sure how to tell her old friend without him stereo typing her. "I dance professionally. I'm one of the top dancers of my field." Not giving him the real truth, yet not giving a lie either.

Putting away the last of the kitchen items, she knew it wasn't right. Sighing, she turns to him. "No I'm actually a traveling pole dancer. I just signed a contract with the local bar to be their feature entertainer." She stood there biting her lip waiting for his answer.
 
"Oh jeez, jessica really?" Sighing a bit in disappointment. "You're better than that. Come on" opening another box and pulling out another stack of dishes. "After al that in high scool you're going to do that?" Then clamping my mouth shut to avoid a dirty look or a slap to the cheek I said nothing further but gave a reassuring smile to her letting her know I was alright with her choices.
 
Shaking my head, disappointed in his reaction. "Of all people I didn't think you would do that Robert Cushman. I should have known you wouldn't be any different than any other man that stereo types people like me."

Rushing out of the kitchen to avoid him seeing my tears, I run upstairs and blast the music. Doing what I normally do when I am upset, I start to dance on the newly installed pole.
 
Taking a moment and sighing bitterly to myself I trace up the stares to the bedroom. The music is near deafening but opening the door and walking up to the stereo I turn it off as she continues to dance for a momnt befoe stopping, with one hand clutching the stainless steel pole and giving me a angry scowl I reply "jessica...listen...how long have we known each other? Years? You know I'll always care for you, no matter what job you take. I just thought a woman of your caliber would be in computers or an exec by now. Remeber how you always wanted to have your own office and "people"?
 
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