A Little Acting !

As soon as Debbi reached the reception desk of the care home, she realized that she had forgotten the blonde wig again. She was on the verge of going back to the car to get it but the woman on the desk was already asking her what she wanted. Oh well, nobody in this place would know her. As long as she remembered for the local pub gig later in the day. "Um, I've been booked for an 80th birthday party ?" Unlike the barmaid in the pub yesterday, the woman discreetly whispered "You're the stripper ?" Debbi blushed a little as she confirmed that she was. "Brilliant" the woman replied. "You don't look at all like one. Come through to the office a second."

"How do you feel about a little acting ?" the woman asked. "In what way ?" Debbi queried. "We thought it'd be a great idea if the stripper could pretend to be from the housing association with some forms for Fred to sign and to ask generally about his well being in the home and so on, before suddenly starting to take her clothes off. And you're dressed perfectly, anyone would think you were a serious business woman ! Do you think you could do that ?"

"I can try I guess" Debbi agreed. "Everyone loves Fred, though he can be a bit of a flirt" the receptionist added.

One of the carer's in the home came and took Debbi through to the resident's lounge and showed her to a sprightly looking old gent seated in an armchair and reading the Racing Post. "Sorry to disturb you Fred, this lady's from the Housing Association. She has some forms for you to sign" the nurse announced. "I hope I'm not tearing you away from your paper Mr. Hutchinson" said Debbi, bending to shake hands. She saw the old gent trying to look down her blouse. 'Lovely old Fred' was giving every indication of being the epitome of a 'dirty old man'. "I've got all the time in the world for a lovely young lady like you darling" he answered.

Debbi sat opposite him on a chair provided by the nurse. She crossed her legs and not being used to wearing stockings, she wondered if her stocking tops would be revealed to the old guy's gaze. "What're these forms you've got to show me then ?" Fred wondered. "Well, we like to do a review for everyone coming up to their 80th birthday, to make sure that our current provision for them is adequate and to check that they are entirely satisfied with the accommodation and service that we provide. I believe you are close to your 80th birthday ? Though I must say you look a lot younger" Debbi flattered him. "It's my 80th today" Fred answered proudly. "Oh, is it ? I ought to have checked the date on the form. Happy birthday, are you having a party ?" Debbi responded. "They normally lay on something but they like to play games and give us a surprise" said Fred.

It was easy for Debbi to slip into a business like mode with the bogus questionnaire the staff had provided. It was her usual persona after all. After what she deemed to be a sensible amount of time she said, "Goodness, it's warm in here. Do you mind if I take off my jacket ?"

"Be my guest" Fred leered. "Take off as much as you like !" Debbi smiled as she slipped the jacket off and hung it over the back of her chair. She guessed the old fella could discern the shape of her bra beneath the blouse. Had he guessed ? He had asked for a stripper for his birthday after all. It didn't really matter, Debbi decided. It was only a gig that she would have completed soon enough. She ran through a couple more of the questions with him before announcing, "Phew, it's still so hot in here. I think I'd better take my blouse off too !" She stood up from the chair, which was the cue for the staff to switch on the music for her performance.