Stripping for an audience of Dads

(All comments are very welcome, I’m going to start writing more on here about my experiences.)

Okay, here we go. I’m not proud of this story, as such. Not ashamed either though- it’s just something that happened, and letting it out on here helps me process it, and decide how I feel.

I’ve grown up a bit since I last put up a blog post here. I’m not a student any more, I’m not really really young, I’m in my early twenties. And I feel different. But I still don’t feel like A Proper Adult. If anyone knows when that is likely to happen, please tell me in the comments.

I was over at a friend’s house, she lives at her parents. The occasion was her Dad’s birthday, and we’d socialised and been polite for a while downstairs, done our duty, and then gone up to her room with some wine to chat in private. Marie was telling me all about her new boyfriend and the weird things he was into, which was quite interesting for me. We were getting a bit drunk, which we felt was fair because the guests downstairs were knocking it back at a fair rate too. The sun was going down.

Then Marie had “a great idea”. She said that I should go downstairs and do a birthday-party striptease for all the Dads. Wouldn’t that be fun?‌ I laughed, and told her to shut up- yes I do have my moments when I go from shy to sudden extrovert, but I’m not that crazy. But she was very keen on this idea, she wouldn’t shut up about it, found this catwoman-type half face mask that she bought for a party at uni. She thought if I wore that most of the people there wouldn’t realise it was me- and if they did, well, they didn’t know me anyway, only her Dad really knew me . And she promised to keep him out of the room during the performance, by taking him into the kitchen and giving him his present (which was one of those big soup-maker machines, pretty cool.)

The more she talked, and the more wine I drank, the funnier it sounded. And eventually I just said yeah, fuck it, fine, but I’ll need some different clothes, and a decent number of layers because I am not getting naked for a room of strangers, no way. She shot up and rummaged through her wardrobe, to pull out a short, clingy red dress, black tights, and a big blue raincoat. I said are you k**ding, I’m going to do a strip starting in a raincoat?‌Okay, whatever.

Marie psyched me up a bit, telling me how much all these guys were going to love my tight, petite body, my gentle curves and little tits. She promised it would be exactly the right mix of sexy and funny, and I believed her, which was in itself a bit stupid of me. She went off downstairs, saying she’d get her Dad out of the way, and she’d ask her uncle to pass the word around to anyone he thought might be interested- novelty stripper entertainment, in the living room, in five minutes. Guaranteed to be hilarious.

I got myself ready, quite pleased that the mask did a decent job of obscuring my face. I took off my jeans and jumper, slipped into the tights, and then the dress, and then fastened the coat over the top. The mirror confirmed I looked a little bit insane. I practised a few dance moves, and then started down the stairs.

Now, Marie’s house is pretty big, and most of the party had been going on in the big lounge and the corridors and the kitchen, so I didn’t think too many people would have bothered to go into the living room for a suddenly-announced strip event. But I underestimated how much men like to laugh and like to see women undress, because the room when I entered had about thirty people in. Mostly men my Dad’s age but a few wives as well, and Marie’s sister and one her friends. It wasn’t a big room, but they had respectfully clustered themselves on the far side, and left a good amount of floor space. I hesitated in the doorway, then someone saw me and cheered, and applause began, and people were gesturing for me to come in, to start. Some of them looked very drunk indeed. I started to wonder if this was maybe not such a good idea.

I stood there waiting to start. Someone, I think Marie’s uncle, put on some slow, thick, warm dreampop music. The nerves were building up in me- but it was exciting as well. They were there to see me, to see my body. And I wasn’t sure what would happen.

Part 2 to come hopefully tomorrow. I promise it will be more entertaining