badbabysitter
Vault Girl
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" He's what???"
My outrage was livid and loud, I could only imagine in my minds eye Steve pulling away from the phone to protect his ear.
" Yeah , Terry, seems they're hiring a stripper for Bob's bachelor party, and he's very cool with it"
All the blatant denials, the reassuring words all came flooding back to me making the bllod roil and bringing a flush to my cheeks. Oh sure, he'd never hire a stripper, oh certainly darling that sort of thing denigrates women and I'd never be a part of it honey-buns.
" That lying bastard"
" I'm sorry Terry, but I thought you should know"
I was silent a moment while I pondered this betrayal, then an idea came to me.
" Whats the name of the agency thats been hired for this peeler tramp"
" But Terry.."
" Dont 'but terry" me, just give me the name!"
A few hours later and my plan had been fufilled. I had mamanged to cancel the booking but on the condition I covered the fee for them , and I did with interest.
Oh Bob was going to get a stripper alright, just not the one he expected. And with a flurried shopping trip and some creative make up I was ready.
A dye job made my hair a dazzling beach blonde, tinted contacts made my eyes a deep blue. I slapped on a few tempoary tattos on to my arms and ankles, and brought the lingerie I was planning for our wedding night.
I'd give him a little burlesque number, ( thank god for all those dannce classes through my teens) and leave him emberrassed in fron of his friends.
It was going to be perfect.
Later that night I arrived at the lavish hotel suite the group of his friends had rented for Bob's send off into marriage. And knocked on the door .
Bill came to the door..Big Bill we called him, huge muscular blad black coworker of Bobs. And he was already drunk as a skunk.
" I'm here for the bachelor party" I said demurely, half hiding my face in the trench coat I wore
" You look kinda familiar" he mumbled out, but it was apparent the dye job and the contacts had done their work
Bill opened the door and let me in, there were a bunch of guys in the suite. And the suite was huge! There were two bedrooms attached to it, a huge bathroom, big couches, a huge screen TV, showing some cheesy porn on it.
And there was Bob.. drunk and passed out in an armchair
" Seems the bachelor boy had a bit too much" Bill slurred out as I walked into the room
The guys laughed at that, and could tell some were trying to figure out where they knew me from
Shit, now what am i supposed to do
My outrage was livid and loud, I could only imagine in my minds eye Steve pulling away from the phone to protect his ear.
" Yeah , Terry, seems they're hiring a stripper for Bob's bachelor party, and he's very cool with it"
All the blatant denials, the reassuring words all came flooding back to me making the bllod roil and bringing a flush to my cheeks. Oh sure, he'd never hire a stripper, oh certainly darling that sort of thing denigrates women and I'd never be a part of it honey-buns.
" That lying bastard"
" I'm sorry Terry, but I thought you should know"
I was silent a moment while I pondered this betrayal, then an idea came to me.
" Whats the name of the agency thats been hired for this peeler tramp"
" But Terry.."
" Dont 'but terry" me, just give me the name!"
A few hours later and my plan had been fufilled. I had mamanged to cancel the booking but on the condition I covered the fee for them , and I did with interest.
Oh Bob was going to get a stripper alright, just not the one he expected. And with a flurried shopping trip and some creative make up I was ready.
A dye job made my hair a dazzling beach blonde, tinted contacts made my eyes a deep blue. I slapped on a few tempoary tattos on to my arms and ankles, and brought the lingerie I was planning for our wedding night.
I'd give him a little burlesque number, ( thank god for all those dannce classes through my teens) and leave him emberrassed in fron of his friends.
It was going to be perfect.
Later that night I arrived at the lavish hotel suite the group of his friends had rented for Bob's send off into marriage. And knocked on the door .
Bill came to the door..Big Bill we called him, huge muscular blad black coworker of Bobs. And he was already drunk as a skunk.
" I'm here for the bachelor party" I said demurely, half hiding my face in the trench coat I wore
" You look kinda familiar" he mumbled out, but it was apparent the dye job and the contacts had done their work
Bill opened the door and let me in, there were a bunch of guys in the suite. And the suite was huge! There were two bedrooms attached to it, a huge bathroom, big couches, a huge screen TV, showing some cheesy porn on it.
And there was Bob.. drunk and passed out in an armchair
" Seems the bachelor boy had a bit too much" Bill slurred out as I walked into the room
The guys laughed at that, and could tell some were trying to figure out where they knew me from
Shit, now what am i supposed to do
