Make Jess fall in love

So despite what I said to Meg about practicing, I did not practice at all. I figured I would just wing in. I was sure stripping wasn’t that hard. I figured I’d just wear some normal clothes, and take them off to some music. Meg asked me to wear a mask though so Jess couldn’t tell who I was. I chose a mask that only covered my eyes like I was Zorro. I wanted Jess to know it was me.

I stayed in the same hotel the bachelorette party was in. Meg texted me.

Meg: We’re pre-gaming. Come in and give us a show

So I put on my mask and went over to their room, I was completely sober. I don’t know what I was thinking. I knocked on the door. Before it opened, I wondered what the fuck I had gotten myself into. I almost bailed, but Meg opened the door and pulled me in.

She said loudly to the group, “It looks like we have some special entertainment before we go out.”

The girls were not amused. Jess asked, “Did you just pull some guy off the street and hand him a mask? He looks like he’s going to rob us.”

I was about to turn around and leave. I couldn’t handle it. But then Jess dragged a chair into the middle of the room and sat down. She was wearing a little white dress. She crossed her long pale legs. I looked up at her pretty face framed by her red hair and remembered why I was there. She said, “Can someone put on some music so the casual Friday stripper has something to dance to?” She was acting pretty bitchy. My mind’s fantasy of her started to crack.

Music started to play, and I danced awkwardly while ten women watched me silently. Jess laughed, “I’m sorry Meg but this dude better be hung like a horse. I was specific when I said I wanted a chocolate stripper.”

I continued and took off my shirt. Nobody was into it. Women exchanged awkward glances between themselves. Jess had set the mood, and nobody was going against her.

I tried to change the mood by clapping my hands over my head. And bless her heart, Meg joined me. It was the only me and her clapping. No one else joined in. Oh well.

I went up to Jess to give her a lap dance. She immediately unzipped my jeans and put her hand down my pants. She squeezed my cock. I felt her thumb rubbing up and down on my shaft. It stopped being a lap dance and turned into her friends watching her give me a hand job inside my pants. She finally looked up at my face and studied me. There was no recognition in her eyes.

I stood up, Jess’s hand came out of my pants. She said, “Take them off and get this over with.”

I bent down, picked up my shirt and left the room. I’m shocked I made it that long. I was humiliated. My image of Jess was shattered. I wasn’t in love with her. I was in love with something that didn’t exist.

I went back to my room to regroup. I received a text from Meg.

Meg: I’m so sorry.

{Me}: It’s my fault. I hope I didn’t kill the mood.

Meg: Jess killed the mood long before you showed up.

I went down to the hotel bar, and started to get drunk. I texted Monica. Hopefully sneaking away for the weekend didn’t ruin our relationship.