The Real Stripper arrives

Rachel sat in the mortified Brenda's lap, a sheepish smile coming to her face as the rest of the party laughed and hollered drunkenly. At this point, Rachel's entire body burned as she realized that she had somehow lost her gym shorts and she was now sitting naked in this woman's lap!

Rachel kept one hand over her womanhood as she quickly grabbed a throw pillow in the shape of a heart and slammed it over her womanhood, getting back up to her feet as she looked around for her shorts while the other women laughed.

Julie wasn't laughing, however. She had paid two grand for a stripper for her friend's bachelorette party, and the guy wasn't even doing anything! She had just pulled out her phone to complain and demand a refund, when a knock at the door interrupted her. Curious, she put the phone away and headed towards the door.

"Uh... Has anybody seen the gym shorts I was wearing when I came in?" Rachel asked the boisterous and rowdy sea of women.

"Gym shorts? Oh, you mean..." A drunken woman asked as she held up the shorts in question, "These? They accidentally slipped off when Julie pushed you onto Brenda's lap."

"What?!"

"'Accidentally slipped off', 'purposely ripped off'. Potato, tomato."

"Well, can I have them back please?" Rachel asked, practically begging.

"Only if you drop the pillow and dance for us, Sexy!" The Woman said with a laugh.

"Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!" The other women, except for Brenda, chanted excitedly.

Rachel went to say something, but just as she opened her mouth...

"Wait? If you're The Stripper, who the hell do I have dancing naked in my living room?!"

Rachel's stomach dropped as she looked over her shoulder to see an angry and confused Julie walking into the living room with a man who, much to her chagrin, was slightly less muscular than her while wearing a fireman's outfit.

"Who the hell are you, Buddy?!" The Real Stripper snapped angrily, "This is my gig!"

"Uh... Okay, so funny story..." Rachel said with a laugh... Before running out the door like a bat outta hell, her ears burning from the laughter and hollers of the other women.

Rachel fled towards the elevator, absolutely mortified. Perhaps she could sneak out of the building and head back to her apartment in the building next door. As she reached the elevator she realized that she left her gym shorts, the last article of clothing she had until the police found her stuff, back at the bachelorette party. No matter, she'll just rip down her shower curtain once she got back home and -

"... I am such a freaking idiot." Rachel deadpanned. She still had the shower curtain. Why had she not bothered to transform that into a dress or something?!

*DING*

The Elevator opened and Rachel threw herself in, repeatedly pressing the lobby button as the doors closed. The naked woman sighed as she closed her eyes, thankful for finally being out of view of anyone -

"Whoa! Rock on, Dude!"

Rachel blushed as her eyes shot wide open, her head slowly turning to the left as she saw a Punk Rock woman, a hippie woman with long blonde hair that came down to her ankles, and a heavily piereced goth woman standing in the elevator next to her.

And she was standing in front of them with only a heart shaped pillow covering her womanhood!

"Alright, My Brother!" The Hippie shouted excitedly. "Free yourself from the shackles of The Man! That said, maybe we can go back to my van and make The Man angrier by making love?"

"Well, I'm certainly glad that he freed himself of something." The Punk Rock Chick said as she traced Rachel's muscles with her eyes before letting out a seductive growl.

"Life is short and meaningless, with only the meeting of The Reaper being the highlight of any lifetime." The Goth said with a flat expression before she eyed Rachel's ass and smiled. "However, there are moments where life can be made at least a fraction worth while. Thank you, Sir, for that moment."

"OH COME ON!" Rachel screamed. Was anyone gonna recognize that she was a woman?!