Straight Female / 42
Last year I flew out to, Carrie, my old college roommates wedding.
I was asked to be a brides maid.
My husband didn't come because of work.
It's a long story that goes way back, but I owed Carrie big-time from back in college.
Anyway, Carrie is jealous and always has been. She didn't trust the stripper for the bachelor party, so she made a deal with her fiancé that she would book the bachelor party stripper and he would book the bachelorette party stripper.
When we were in college Carrie and I moonlighted as bikini dancers. It was a totally safe environment and it was just mostly older guys.
Carrie said she wanted me to dance one more time for the bachelor party, since her fiancé didn't know me.
I laughed it off, but she was serious. I told her no way. She was seriously pissed at me and called up that old favor.
I tried to tell her it was a bad idea, they didn't want a 40+ dancer and they would recognize me at the wedding.
Carrie insisted that she could paint a mask on me and no one would know the difference.
I didn't agree to do it, but that night we got drunk and she talked in to saying yes.
The next day Carrie came to my room with a bottle of wine, sexy underwear and a schoolgirl outfit.
She wanted to see me in the get-up. We began drinking until we were good and buzzed, I tried on the underwear.
Carrie said, OMG, you've got to shave that thing, talking about my vag.
Why? I asked.
Because strippers shave nowadays! Carrie said.
I have to get totally naked?
Hello?! You're the stripper. Carrie
said.
No way. I'm not getting undressed for total strangers! Underwear OK, nude not OK! I told her.
You have to, the party's in several hours and I'm counting on you. Now please shave that thing. Carrie replied.
Now I keep it trimmed, but I don't shave it off, but feeling the pressure, I shaved.
Carrie was happy and she sent me with some goon she hired as my body guard.
Tony the body guard and I went in to a room full of drunk obnoxious groomsmen and one groom.
Tony laid down the ground rules, no touching, no pictures, be polite, etc.
He turned the music on, my stomach dropped. I instantly felt sober.
I began dancing at first clumsily, but then I got back in to the rhythm of it. The guys were cheering and stuffing dollars in my garter.
I slowly undressed until I was in my underwear. I tried to divert by grinding on a few of the grooms men, running my hands across the grooms chest but careful not to do anything that would piss off Carrie.
They began cheering, Take it off!
I undid my top with my back facing the boys. I let it drop and turned around. They all went nuts.
Feeling the adrenaline rush, I started to get in to it, finally dropping my panties. I was naked with high heels a garter and face paint. I tried to tune out the comments about my "smooth peach" and other body parts. Which went fine until the music stopped. Suddenly I was nude, the room was quiet and everyone was looking at me. The groom was sniffing my panties then passing them around, making me feel humiliated on top of now embarrassed.
Tony stepped in and announced, "Gentlemen, everybody does one body shot and tips the lady before we go."
I was caught off guard as Tony handed me a shot glass and motioned for me to hold it between my boobs.
I hesitantly complied and the groom buried his head in my chest and
pulled the glass out with his mouth. He stuffed a 50 in my garter.
Then two more guys. The next guy looked me right in the eye. It was a FWB I had in college. I knew he recognized me.
I gave the rest of the guys their shots and then left in a hurry, wearing only an overcoat and carrying my clothes with Tony right behind.
When I got back to my room, I could see that most of the face paint had smeared off and you could clearly tell who I am. I was soooo embarrassed.
At the wedding, Robbie, my old FWB from college asked me to dance. He whispered while we were dancing that it had been a long time since he'd seen me and he didn't recall me being so well groomed. I pretended not to know what he was talking about and just said, I try to keep up appearances. I stayed away from all the grooms men, who clearly recognized me. Even if they didn't, I'm sure Robbie would have told them.
When I got home, my hubbie asked me, why I was bald. I told him I had a shaving accident and decided to try something new.
It's been over a year now, and I can still say, this has easily been one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life.
I was asked to be a brides maid.
My husband didn't come because of work.
It's a long story that goes way back, but I owed Carrie big-time from back in college.
Anyway, Carrie is jealous and always has been. She didn't trust the stripper for the bachelor party, so she made a deal with her fiancé that she would book the bachelor party stripper and he would book the bachelorette party stripper.
When we were in college Carrie and I moonlighted as bikini dancers. It was a totally safe environment and it was just mostly older guys.
Carrie said she wanted me to dance one more time for the bachelor party, since her fiancé didn't know me.
I laughed it off, but she was serious. I told her no way. She was seriously pissed at me and called up that old favor.
I tried to tell her it was a bad idea, they didn't want a 40+ dancer and they would recognize me at the wedding.
Carrie insisted that she could paint a mask on me and no one would know the difference.
I didn't agree to do it, but that night we got drunk and she talked in to saying yes.
The next day Carrie came to my room with a bottle of wine, sexy underwear and a schoolgirl outfit.
She wanted to see me in the get-up. We began drinking until we were good and buzzed, I tried on the underwear.
Carrie said, OMG, you've got to shave that thing, talking about my vag.
Why? I asked.
Because strippers shave nowadays! Carrie said.
I have to get totally naked?
Hello?! You're the stripper. Carrie
said.
No way. I'm not getting undressed for total strangers! Underwear OK, nude not OK! I told her.
You have to, the party's in several hours and I'm counting on you. Now please shave that thing. Carrie replied.
Now I keep it trimmed, but I don't shave it off, but feeling the pressure, I shaved.
Carrie was happy and she sent me with some goon she hired as my body guard.
Tony the body guard and I went in to a room full of drunk obnoxious groomsmen and one groom.
Tony laid down the ground rules, no touching, no pictures, be polite, etc.
He turned the music on, my stomach dropped. I instantly felt sober.
I began dancing at first clumsily, but then I got back in to the rhythm of it. The guys were cheering and stuffing dollars in my garter.
I slowly undressed until I was in my underwear. I tried to divert by grinding on a few of the grooms men, running my hands across the grooms chest but careful not to do anything that would piss off Carrie.
They began cheering, Take it off!
I undid my top with my back facing the boys. I let it drop and turned around. They all went nuts.
Feeling the adrenaline rush, I started to get in to it, finally dropping my panties. I was naked with high heels a garter and face paint. I tried to tune out the comments about my "smooth peach" and other body parts. Which went fine until the music stopped. Suddenly I was nude, the room was quiet and everyone was looking at me. The groom was sniffing my panties then passing them around, making me feel humiliated on top of now embarrassed.
Tony stepped in and announced, "Gentlemen, everybody does one body shot and tips the lady before we go."
I was caught off guard as Tony handed me a shot glass and motioned for me to hold it between my boobs.
I hesitantly complied and the groom buried his head in my chest and
pulled the glass out with his mouth. He stuffed a 50 in my garter.
Then two more guys. The next guy looked me right in the eye. It was a FWB I had in college. I knew he recognized me.
I gave the rest of the guys their shots and then left in a hurry, wearing only an overcoat and carrying my clothes with Tony right behind.
When I got back to my room, I could see that most of the face paint had smeared off and you could clearly tell who I am. I was soooo embarrassed.
At the wedding, Robbie, my old FWB from college asked me to dance. He whispered while we were dancing that it had been a long time since he'd seen me and he didn't recall me being so well groomed. I pretended not to know what he was talking about and just said, I try to keep up appearances. I stayed away from all the grooms men, who clearly recognized me. Even if they didn't, I'm sure Robbie would have told them.
When I got home, my hubbie asked me, why I was bald. I told him I had a shaving accident and decided to try something new.
It's been over a year now, and I can still say, this has easily been one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life.
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