Too Close for Comfort

Once Debbi finished her twerking, she was surprised by a sudden presence on stage. The best man had joined her and brought with him a single chair. “And now for the main event.” The best man began “A lap dance for our mate Eddie on his last day of freedom! Come in up here Eddie.” The best man left the stage and was replaced by whom Debbi could only assume was the groom Eddie, who sat expectantly in the chair placed on stage.

Debbi wasn’t sure where to begin, did she really have to give this guy a personal up-close dance? Was that a part of her job? She couldn’t be sure, but everyone was waiting. She did the only thing she could think of she walked over and straddled the man, shaking her chest in his face.

Debbi let out a yelp when Eddie grabbed her ass, taking a big handful of each cheek. This was inappropriate, wasn’t it? He should keep his hands to himself, shouldn’t he? Debbi found herself unable to remember what the protocol should be, so remained silent to the groping. As Eddie pulled her towards him, she felt her cheeks spread, she could only imagine the view the crowd behind her was enjoying, one previously reserved for her gynecologist and intimate lovers, Debbi wanted to disappear.

But for now she needed to rectify the current situation. To Eddie’s disappointment Debbi stood up, breaking free of his grasp. His smile returned however when she simply turned around and resumed dancing on him this time facing the audience with her back towards him. Debbi danced for a while gained a little confidence.

Taking matters into her own hands Debbi finished the dance then stood up and announced “How about a round of applause for our bachelor?” Then motioning for Eddie to leave the stage. Eddie was disappointed his special dance was over so soon. Wanting souvenir with which to remember this night by, Eddie scanned the stage for the stripper’s discarded knickers, but they were nowhere to be found. The very drunk groom-to-be then set his sights on a new prize. He snatched the wig from Debbi’s head and hoisted it up in victory before departing the stage with the it in hand.

The now wig-less Debbi turn to the crowd to give one last bow before departing. Derek looked up in shock and blurted out in disbelief “DEBBI?!” Debbi’s eyes, turn towards the voice. That name. That face. And finally, all at once it came flooding back, she wasn’t Kaitlynne the stripper, whoever that was, she was Debbi! Debbi with no E! Debbi a successful, well-respected Team Leader at her I.T. company. Overwhelmed, for the second time that night Debbi ended up **** in an unceremonious heap.