Blondie !

It was great that the TV company was paying for the five star hotel in order to facilitate this first pole dancing lesson but Debbi had not come prepared for an overnight stay and so she stopped off at the mall to buy some essentials; spare knickers etc.

"So what's the plan ?" Debbi asked, regarding the coming evening. "I'll do my usual routine on the pole and then I'll call for volunteers from the audience. That'll be you !" Sally replied.

"What if someone else volunteers ?"

"Then there'll be two of you, but I don't imagine that will happen" Sally laughed.

"Will I have to strip ?"

"No, we want it to look like you're genuine. I'll take your top and skirt off and you'll act all surprised while they cheer. You can do the pole thing in your bra and pants, even keep your tights on if you want."

"What if I'm recognised ?" Debbi didn't have the vanity to consider herself a bone fide celeb but she had experienced enough recent encounters to know that her face ( and a lot more besides ) was now familiar to a certain niche audience and a pole dancing club was just the kind of place such an audience might frequent ! "I'll bring along a blonde wig" was Sally's answer to that.

Debbi went to the hotel to freshen up while Sally went home to do the same, arranging to collect her at seven thirty. On arrival at the hotel, Sally came up to Debbi's room to supervise the blonde makeover. "Blimey ! Now I really do look like a bimbo" laughed Debbi as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had never before been tempted to experiment with a blonde look. "Hey, no blonde jokes." Sally pretended to be offended. "Sorry" Debbi chuckled, as she apologised to her new blonde friend, though she suspected that Sally's locks came out of a bottle.

The two women asked the taxi to drop them off at the side door to the club. "Hi Sal. Good crowd in tonight" the club's owner, a good looking Asian guy, greeted them. "Who's your friend ?" he asked, appraising Debbi appreciatively. "This is Bim...er, Debbi" explained Sally. "An old friend up from London for the day. We're going to pull the old 'volunteer from the audience' routine if that's OK ?" The owner readily agreed. "No problem. I'm sure the punters will enjoy seeing Debbi here getting her kit off !" He was thinking that there was something familiar looking about Sally's friend. As the girls made their way into the club, he punched in the number of his contact at the local paper.