SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW
“Come on, sleepy head, it's time to get up.”
“What do you mean, the sun isn’t even up all the way and besides I don’t have to be at work for hours.”
“That may be but it is still time to wake up. Come on, we have miles to put under us.”
“Miles? Where are we going?”
“For our morning run of course.”
“Morning run? How far?”
“I usually put in ten miles. How about you?”
“Let me think I’d say somewhere between zero and five feet but definitely closer to zero.”
“Zero? Well now that has got to change. Come on, I'll be easy on you.”
“Why do we have to go for a run?”
“To keep in shape, to keep our hearts in peak physical condition, to keep a firm sexy body so I keep earning lots of tips.”
“I wish you hadn’t brought that up.”
“Why?”
“Because I still have a problem with it. I was just hoping that after we were engaged you could quit that one part of your life.”
“I’ll make you a deal, after we are legally married I will quit. But not a moment sooner. Unless the idea of being married to a stripper has some appeal to you?”
“It does not. For one thing I have never been good at sharing and to me that is what it is like.”
“I can see your point there. But I’ll let you in on a little secret I have though. Whenever I have seen you in the audience I’ve had this fantasy that you were close enough to the stage to grope me.”
“Wren! I’m shocked, and aroused at the same time. I’d be glad to help you with your little fantasy but I don’t see how we could.”
“If you can arrange to start work a little late next Monday the club doesn’t open until lunch and I can get in a little practice before work. I have an idea for a new routine I want to try out anyway. Now get out of bed and let’s go.”
Norman puts on a bicycling outfit while Wren slips into her running gear.
“What are you wearing?”
“Sorry but running isn’t my cup of tea. So how about if I just ride along with you?”
“Close enough, at least you're out of bed.”
Only the fact that Wren has to go to work that evening dampens Norman’s disposition. This time though Norman is able to juggle his work around so he can take Wren to work. He stays through Wren’s shift and at uncle Mike’s direction is seated in her section. It is Wren who brings him his dinner and drinks that evening which helps him to relax a little. He has his bouts with jealousy though as he watches her flirt with the patrons and watches them tuck bills into the waist of her emerald thong. But unlike those other guys he knows he is the one taking her home tonight.
At eleven everyone but Norman is ushered out of the club and the girls start cleaning up. Shortly after everyone else has gone into the back, the house lights are dimmed and the stage lights come up. Norman has seen this happen many times this evening so it only startles him in the fact that there is no one there but him. He absentmindedly watches the stage expecting one of the girls to be practicing a routine when two of the bouncers carry a tight ball of a person out and set her down right in the middle of the stage. There sitting in a tight fetal ball with her back to him is a head of hair that he instantly recognizes. He walks up to the stage as the music starts to play. The song is unfamiliar to him but it has the kind of hard thumping bass line that he knows Wren likes so much.
Slowly the balled up form unfolds herself, each limb bouncing out with the thump of the bass. Soon she is lying flat on her back dancing to the beat, when timed to an extra hard thump she arches her back and flips herself into a handstand. Her long skirt falls down around her torso and head so only her long legs and heels are sticking out. She works her legs as if she were dancing on the floor until another thump of the base when to the utter amazement of Norman she completely flips herself landing squarely on her feet. Now she is dancing upright teasing her shirt first out of her skirt then off. Strutting up to the end of the catwalk and slithering out of her skirt twirling it so it fans out flat above her head on her left wrist. She lets the skirt fly back behind her to the side of the stage. Then with a quick glance in the direction the skirt went she back flips her way back down the catwalk. She dances around twirling around poles and freely spinning on the toes of her heels. Norman stands there mesmerized by the special performance he is getting and doesn’t even realize when she unfastens her bra. Soon she is strutting down the walk again teasing an imaginary audience until she gets to Norman who suddenly remembers her fantasy. When she bends over to tease him he reaches up and grabs her beasts and then quickly runs his hands down to her waist. He takes advantage of the situation and makes a snap decision. He hooks his thumbs in her waist band and yanks down her thong. Wren doesn’t miss a beat and quickly steps out of her underwear. She steps down onto the two chairs on either side of Norman and lowers her naked body down onto his lap and wraps her arms around his neck.
“Wren let's go home and finish this performance alone.”
Behind them the girls, bouncers and manager start applauding. Wren stands up off Norman’s lap and Norman stands up and both take a bow.
“Give me a minute to pick up my costume.”
Soon Wren reappears still in just her heals carrying her backpack.
“Uh, Wren, you seem to have forgotten some things.”
She looks down at herself and at her pack then back at Norman.
“Nope, it seems to all be here. If you’re meaning my clothes there in the bag. You see, to finish off my idea you have to take me home just like this. And don’t worry, the guys said they’ll escort us out to your truck.”
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