"How Many Gigs ?"

"Six" Kaitlynne replied. "Six ?" exclaimed Debbi, already regretting what she might be getting herself into. "I know it's not many" said Kaitlynne, misunderstanding Debbi's reaction. "But I limit them so as not to ask too much of my regular sitter."

"So what are they and when ?" Debbi reluctantly continued. "Well, I don't work weekends. It's even harder to get a sitter then. So they're all next week. That should give me time I need for the babe to get better" Kaitlynne answered.

"So what are they ?" Debbi repeated. "OK, so, I've got two regular lunchtime slots in pubs. One here in town and one in Reading. They're easy, I don't really know why they keep going but I'm glad they do."

"But I might get recognized at the one in town, that's already happened tonight" Debbi objected. "You can take my wig" said Kaitlynne, searching in the bag that Debbi had just returned to her. "Oh yeah, about the wig" Debbi began and she explained that it had been taken as a souvenir by the stags. "I'll get you another one, or better yet, you get it and I'll pay" she concluded. "I lost my knickers too" she added. "That's one of the cardinal rules, always keep your stuff within easy reach" Kaitlynne advised her.

"OK, so we get you a wig. My other regular gig is at Pussy Paradise in Reading on a Thursday evening. That could be a problem, I don't suppose you know how to pole dance ?" Kaitlynne asked. Debbi threw her a look. "No, I didn't think you would. I'm sure it'll be OK, I'll have a word with them and I'm sure they'll be fine with you just getting naked. You can rub yourself up against the pole a few times or something. There's other dancers there, we do four sets in rotation through the evening." Debbi was getting ever more alarmed, she had assumed she'd just do a quick ten or fifteen minutes and be in and out of the venues.

"You said there were six ?"

"Yeah, the other three are one off private parties. There's an afternoon one at an old folk's home for an 80th birthday."

"A what ?" gasped Debbi in astonishment. "I know, you'd be surprised. They asked the old codger what he wanted for his birthday and he said a stripper. Then there's an unusual one. A bunch of 18 year old posh boys at Wellington College have got together to book me, or rather you, to do a show to celebrate the end of their final term." Debbi recalled run ins with the entitled denizens of the expensive private school from her teenage years. "The last one ?" she dared to ask. "That one ought to be pretty routine. An evening pub one, a bit like tonight but it's a leaving do for some guy rather than a stag night."

"I really am so, so grateful" said Kaitlynne. "Well, er, um, I'm not exactly sure" Debbi mumbled. "Oh please, please" Kaitlynne pleaded. "Go on Deb, you can do it" Derek encouraged her. "Look, why don't you come round tomorrow afternoon ? I can show you some moves, give you some more tips on what to look out for so everything goes smoothly ?" Kaitlynne suggested. Debbi was still a little light headed from the bump on the head she had sustained earlier. "Oh, alright then" she gave in. "Oh, thank you, thank you, you're a star" and still with babe in arms she lunged forward to give Debbi a kiss on the forehead.