As you edge around the corner, the first indication that someone is here is not so much the sight, but what you hear. Music blasts over the stereo system loudly, loud female vocals and rock strings you identify as "I'm Just a Girl" by No Doubt. Not Heather's music you deduce, eliminates one suspect. As you stick your head around the corner, you see what can truly be described as a sight to behold.
Dancing around the table and chairs of the rec room is Katie, not quite the shy girl you remember yesterday, wearing a gray tank top that is cut off to show most of her flat back and stomach and a pair of baby blue panties. She can't see you, yet you see every curve of her perfectly. Her B-cups bounce as she dances around energetically. Her ass is one of the most marvelous you've ever seen, though in thinking about it, most Asian girls tend to. She's nimble, bending down to her knees and standing up quickly, moving and gyrating seductively as she dances around. She is toned, tanned and in excellent shape, hardly the girl you assumed yesterday. With her hair mussed up, she twirls about and lands on her knees just as the music stops. Laughing a bit, you start clapping.
She screams, falling to the floor hard. You rush over to her concerned, not caring that both of you are practically naked. Offering a hand, you help her to her feet.
"Jesus , you scared the crap out of me," she says, catching her breath.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya," you say, "I was just wondering what happened to the others."
"They left for the store to get some stuff for lunch, we didn't get groceries yesterday and there was only enough for breakfast. They left, then you came barging in."
"I'm sorry again," you say, "I was just applauding the show."
She looks up suspiciously, although a smile begins to cross her face, "You saw me dance?"
"Yeah," you say, "and I must say Katie, you've got some moves."
She starts to smile a bit more, attempting to suppress it all the way and failing miserably. Absentmindedly, you start looking her up and down, seeing her nipples straining through the too tight tank top and to the slight bit of hair you see peeking through the top of her panties.
"It pays the bills," she says as she begins to eye you a bit. She looks questioningly at you as she realizes that you're standing in your underwear.
"Sorry, I just got up," you say.
"Yeah, I gathered," she retorts.
Thinking back on what she said earlier, you respond, "What do you mean it pays the bills?"
"College is expensive," she admits as she sits down on the couch. She motions you over, and not knowing any better, you sit down next to her.
"And I can only go back to mom and daddy for so much money," she continues, "so I dance. It helps pay the bills."
"In a theatre company or something?" you ask, thinking optimistically about the girls career opportunities.
"No," she says giggling, "exotic. The tips are damn good and the pay is even better. It allowed me to pay my way up here and it let me meet Ashlyn."
Curious about your roommates, you ask, "How?"
"The girl likes strip clubs as much as she likes showing off her own tits, which I tell you is a lot," she says, letting thoughts of Ashlyn and Katie race through your mind, "she wanted a lap dance, I gave it to her, and since she was a generous tipper we wound up dating a few times."
Your previous impressions of Katie have gone all out of the window, this is one wild girl, or so you'd like to think. The others are going to be gone for a while eh? Why not try one of your patented moves?
Trying to bait her, you say, "I'm sorry, but I just can't see you stripping. You've got the moves and you've certainly got the goods, but I just can't see you as a stripper."
She cocks an eyebrow, "Want me to prove it to you?"
"Sure, why not, we've got time," you say.
She gets up, making her way over to the stereo and starts flipping through the CD's, "All right, here and now I'm going to give you a lap dance. Any music requests?" |