Arnold’s show

Chelsea sat down on the seat and Arnold moved to sit next to her, but Chelsea held up a hand. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Chelsea said.

“W-what?” Arnold said.

“We’re in a strip club dummy, so… strip,” Chelsea said.

Arnold’s eyes bulged. “I-in front of you? B-but…”

“Come on, Arnie. Do you want me to tell the whole school about how lame our date was?” Chelsea said. “Get on stage and start stripping.”

Arnold gulped as he stepped onto the platform and faced Chelsea. He reluctantly pulled his shirt off showing his scrawny meek body. No muscles to show off.

Then Arnold looked down at his pants. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for a first date.

“Well?” Chelsea said. “Take them off.”