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It was a girls? night out.Actually, it was a bachelorette party for one of the young teachers at the high school. It had been arranged by my wife, Carol, and my buddy?s wife, Barb. His name is Frank. The group had gone out for dinner and drinks in nearby Three Rivers.And since the wives were gone, Frank and I decided to get together, the two of us, share a few brews, and watch some Clint Eastwood movies: westerns and Dirty Harry, not that Bridges crap. And since I had the best basement TV and sound system in town (admittedly, not a very big town ? in fact, a very small town) we met at my place.We were on the third movie (one of the spaghetti westerns), the beer was gone, and we had switched to tequila shots. That?s when we heard the girls come in the kitchen door upstairs. And it wasn?t just the two of them; they had some of the other teachers in tow.As they came down the basement stairs, Carol called out, ?You guys decent??From behind her, someone shouted, ?God, I hope not!? The rest broke out in laughter.I clicked off the TV as Carol led a half-dozen ladies down the stairs. ?The old fuddy-duddies went home,? she explained, ?and I invited the others--the cool girls--over for another round.??Or two ? *or three,? someone added. Again, the women gave out a buzzed laugh.Carol went to the bar. ?What?ll it be, ladies? Margaritas for everyone?? There was a chorus of assent.As my wife set out the blender and began to make that frozen concoction, Frank called out, ?How?d it go, honey? You gals have fun??Barb paused before speaking. ?It was nice,? she said, her voice revealing a level of disappointment.?Just nice?? Frank continued. ?What was the matter???Everyone was nice and all,? Barb explained. ?The dinner was nice and the Yakacık escort bayan (http://yakacik.t2bro.net/) drinks good, it?s just?? Her voice trailed off.Frank and I waited for her to continue. When she remained silent, it was another of the teachers, Jenny, who chimed in. ?There were no strippers! What?s a bachelorette party without guys in jockstraps?? There was a collective gasp and then an outburst of laughter.Carol announced that the first round of drinks was ready. ?Drink up,? she said. ?They?re on the house!??Gotta ladder?? said one of the girls. More laughter. They were all feeling no pain!The ice broken, Barb went on. ?Well, everything was nice but it would have been fun to have some entertainment.??Strippers!? Jenny said.?Yeah,? said Barb. ?Strippers. But there?s no place like that in Three Rivers.??We could have gone up to Kalamazoo,? said another, Cathy.?That was too far,? said Carol, preparing the next round. ?And then we?d have to all drive back. No one needs to run the risk of a DUI.?There was a general agreement.?We could have hired some,? said Jenny.?Yeah, sure!? Carol replied. ?And there sits Grace, the minister?s wife, head of the PTA.?Again, nods of agreement.Jenny didn?t seem to be giving up on the idea. ?Well, we should have planned an after-party party, for when Grace and those old biddies went home. We could have had some hot studs meet us here and enjoyed the show.??And what they show,? said Cathy. Laughter.?We could have hired some local talent,? said Jenny. ?I was out the other day and saw Ben Stillwell mowing his lawn, just wearing shorts and shoes. He has a gorgeous body. I wouldn?t mind seeing him strip.?Cindy, the youngest and newest teacher of the group spoke up, ?I?ve Escort Atalar (http://atalar.t2bro.net/) seen Ben Stillwell. I wouldn?t mind slipping a dollar in his shorts.??Cindy!? said Barb, ?I?m shocked!? And when she laughed, everyone joined in.Now, Frank and I had not budged from the overstuffed sofa that faced the TV. The women had seated themselves at the bar and a small table behind us. *Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.Frank leaned to me and whispered, ?Can you believe these women? They?re all married, except for that Cindy.? I shrugged.Carol announced that the next round of drinks was ready, and then added, ?Well, Ben is nice looking, but I think my husband has him beat!??Thanks, babe,? I shouted without looking back.There was a moment of silence, and then Jenny upped the ante. ?Prove it,? she demanded.Frank and I exchanged a shocked glance.?Yeah,? said Cathy. ?Why doesn?t he give us a show???Yeah,? the other said, and then chanted, ?We want Joe! We want Joe!?Carol came out from behind the bar to stand in front of me. ?Come on, sweetie,? she said, ?dance for us.? A wicked grin was on her face. She took me by the hands and pulled me from the safety of the sofa. Then, ?You too, Frank.? She pulled him to his feet too.Frank and I stood in silence as Carol crossed to the stereo unit, putting on some hard bass song. The women quickly adjusted their seats.?Go ahead,? Barb said, ?dance for us.?Now I don?t know if it was the combination of the beer and tequila, or the fact that a dozen female eyes were staring at me, or the realization that a long-held stripper fantasy was on the verge of becoming a reality, or all three--yes, definitely all three--but I began to move, first my feet, then my hands, then Kadıköy escort (http://kadikoy.t2bro.net/) my hips. I closed my eyes and let the music and the moment take over. It wasn?t anything lewd, just a moving to the beat.The song ended, and I opened my eyes to see Frank finishing his dancing as well.?More, more, more!? the women shouted. Another song started, and so Frank and I began to dance some more.It was mid-way through this second song that Jenny shouted out, ?Take it off!? which became an immediate chant from the group.I looked at Frank. He smiled and hiked his shirt up over his head. I shrugged and began to slowly unbutton my shirt. The women hooted and hollered. By the end of the song, Frank and I were standing bare-chested before the women.Now I have to admit that I?m proud of my body. I would get together with some of the guys in the high school weight room and lift several times a week. I was still running daily, and so, even though I was not sporting six-pack abs, I was still in pretty decent shape, almost as good as Ben Stillwell! Frank was a little softer and not as defined as me, which only, I thought, made me look better.I bent over to get my shirt when Cathy shouted out, ?One more. Please, one more.? Before I could object, Carol kicked in a third song.It hadn?t played too long when Jenny yelled, ?Pants! Lose the pants!?Both Frank and I looked at each other, bewildered as to what to do next.I turned to look to Carol for an answer. ?Well,? she said, lowering the volume, ?if we had hired you boys, you?d at least get down to your underwear!??Yeah,? said Jenny. ?Let?s see that underwear.? And the chant became, ?Un-der-wear! Un-der-wear!?I leaned toward Frank. ?What should we do???Carol and Barb don?t seem to mind. I?m game if you are.??Let?s go for it then,? I said as Carol turned the music back up.Suddenly there was a rush as the women moved from the bar and table to take front row seats on the sofa. They huddled there, not four feet from us, eyes wide, biting their lower lips in anticipation. It was a rush for me, too.