Lunch time came, and Sheila went. She headed out of the bar right into the lobby elevators. After a brief pause the doors opened and she walked in and pushed the button for the fourth floor.
"Christ, what am I doing?" She wondered out loud.
The elevator doors closed and it slowly started to move. Sheila felt her heart pounding as the elevator climbed to the fourth floor. She hadn't felt this alive and nervous, not to mention horny, in years.
"Maybe they'll be passed out by now, they'd been drinking all afternoon," Sheila thought to herself. She was starting to have second thoughts, but knew she was going to keep going forward.
The elevator stopped with a ding and the doors slowly rambled open. Sheila walked down the hall and stopped at room 480. There was the sound of laughter and muffled sounds from the TV. Sheila took a deep breath to gather her courage and then knocked on the door.
"Ha! Neal you owe me fifty bucks! I told you the minx would show," Jim shouted as he swung open the door. Jim was standing in a pair of red and white boxers and black socks. His hairy beer gut protruding over his waist band. he had a half bottle of some dark liquor (it smelled like whiskey) in his hand and he was supporting his weight against the door with the other hand. Neal was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at what seemed to be some soft core porn movie on the TV screen. He was also in just his boxers but he had at least removed his socks.
"We were worried we'd have to start without you. Hell we kind of did." Jim slurred. He ushered Sheila into the room and closed the door behind her. He put the bottle of whiskey to her lips and tipped the bottle back. Sheila wasn't quite ready for it but managed to gulp down a few slugs without spitting it all over herself. She gasped and choked while wiping the liquor from her lips.
"I'm surprised you boys are still up. Thought you might have passed out on me," Sheila said.
"No no, we can really put it away when we want right Neal?"
Neal turned towards Sheila for the first time since she had entered the room "You are gorgeous, come here darling."
Sheila walked towards him. As soon as she got close to the bed Neal grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. Both fell back onto the bed. Neal laughed and squeezed her into a clumsy hug. "Tell you what sweetie, you do a little strip tease for us boys and I'll give you the fifty dollars that I owe Jim for betting against you showing up."
"Double that, I'll throw in fifty as well!" Jim grinned.
Sheila didn't know what she thought would happen when she showed up. She figured they were probably going to end up having sex or at the very least she'd blow them. The thought had made her feel hot and dirty. But the fact that she could make a hundred dollars by dancing around made her feel like a whore. Yet this made her hotter.
"We talking full nude, or just down to my panties?" She asked.
Neal released her and the both sat up on the bed. "Well the hundred bucks is yours regardless. We just want to see you strut around and dance in your under pants. You want to get fully nude, we won't stop you."
Jim picked up the TV remote and channel surfed through a few channels until he found the one playing music. "Here we go, this might work."
Jim moved to the table in the corner sitting in one of the recliners and Neal got comfy sitting on the edge of the bed.
The music was some slow R&B song that was easy enough to dance to. Sheila slowly turned around a few times with grand hand gestures, not exactly sure how to be a stripper. Of course in their drunken state the two old men didn't seem to care what she did. She stopped facing the guys sticking her hip out to one side and slowly undid the buttons to her blouse. Once they were all done she removed the shirt and swung it around a few times before throwing it at Neal and hitting him in the face. Both men gave up a few hoots and cheers of encouragement.
Sheila then turned away from the men and bent over. This caused more cheering. She slowly ran her hands up one leg standing back up. She then swayed her hips as she unbuttoned the front of her pants. She hadn't planned on doing any strip tease today when she was getting ready for work so she just had on a plain white bra, but at least her white thong matched it. She did a slow turn around, still swaying to the music. Se then flicked her hair in front of her face, kicked off her heels, and then turned away again. She slowly slid her pants down as she bent over again. Then stepped out of her pants. This brought loud cheers from the two men. As she turned towards them again she saw Jim in the recliner with his dick hanging out the flap in his boxers. It was semi hard and he was working it, trying to get it fully erect. Sheila walked over towards him and grabbed the bottle off the table. She pretended like she was going to pour some down her cleavage, then took a swig instead. She set the bottle down. Then she reached behind her, swaying the whole time, and unhooked her bra clasp. Then she faced away from the men. Sheila slowly pulled her bra off and turned towards Jim, flinging the bra at him.
Almost in unison both men broke into a drunken chant of "lap dance, lap dance!"
Sheila was standing there in just her white thong swaying to the music. Playfully covering her breasts, then letting her hand down to give the men a glimpse. She figured for a hundred dollars the boys could use a lap dance, but who to start with. |