A Bump On The Head - Add June 10th

[Debbifan]

Since it's a bit quiet on here and since I'm going through a period of writer's block at the moment, I thought I'd post a revamp of one of the old threads from my Debbi story at CHYOA. Original idea by 'dthoris', expanded and developed by me.

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It looked like Kait was about to lose another job, which was a real shame considering she’d expected to make a real killing in tips tonight. The drunks at a show like this were always good for a few extra quid. But the sitter had called with an emergency and if Kait didn’t make it back to her flat in a hurry her little boy might be left all alone, a possibility she just couldn’t allow.

Kait weaved her way through the crowd then broke into a full sprint toward the tube doors, determined not to miss this train and be forced to wait on the next one. She was nearly to the doors when she slammed directly into another traveller, who was just departing the train, slamming her into an adjacent column leaving the poor women in a heap on the floor. “Sorry, sorry!” was all Kait could manage to say as she rushed through the closing metro doors with thoughts of her son still at the forefront of her mind.

She failed to realize she had left the poor women unconscious, or that she had dropped (and now deserted) her own bag!

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“Ms. Kaitlynne?” the member of station staff tried to rouse the groggy casualty.

“Can you hear me Ms. Kaitlynne?” he continued.

Debbi’s head was throbbing off the scale as she opened her eyes to see the assistant kneeling over her.

“Ah, great! You're back with us Ms. Kaitlynne, I was beginning to worry I’d need to call an ambulance” the assistant smiled.

“Miss Kaitlynne?” Debbi said, still not entirely sure which way was up.

“Sorry but I took the liberty of checking in your bag for some ID and found your season ticket” the assistant explained.

Debbi accepted the bag, still a little confused “My bag? Oh, er thanks”

“Hmm..” The assistant studied the still obviously dazed woman. “Perhaps we’ll be needing that medic after all, eh miss?” he wondered.

“No,no. Er I, I think I’m alright.” Debbi replied “I just need to take a minute.”

The assistant's smile returned. “Okay then miss. If you're sure, Ill leave you to it.” He tipped his hat “Oh but you might wanna check your phone, it's been buzzing like crazy!”

It was rush hour and the station was busy, so the assistant had a lot to deal with. It was only a few moments after he had left that some wolf whistles drew Debbi’s attention. She looked up to find a gang of youths smirking at her and making crude gestures. Looking down, she found that her business skirt was completely bunched round her waist, leaving her cheeky lace knickers on full display, baring her long bare legs to all and sundry!

Debbi hurriedly stood up, immediately feeling dizzy. But she nevertheless straightened out her skirt, gathered her belongings and headed off, though to where she was not quite sure. In fact she wasn’t sure of much! She tried to gather her thoughts. So, her name was Kaitlynne it seemed. But beyond that, who knew? After putting some distance between herself and the leery teens, Debbi decided to take the officer’s advice and check 'her' phone. Perhaps that would jog her memory. The screen lit up. There were several missed messages but, unable to remember her passcode, Debbi was stuck on the lock screen and could only see the most recent one: “Kait!! Where the hell are you?! The pub called and said the guys have already arrived and are starting to get antsy! Get your ass over to Brewer’s Street pronto!”

When Debbi arrived at the seedy little pub, it was already quite packed. A rowdy bachelor party was making a commotion near the stage, and Debbi started having second thoughts, perhaps coming here wasn’t such a good idea. She turned to leave, but the barmaid grabbed her shoulder.

“Kaitlynne?”

Debbi nodded. “With an E. I’ve never seen it that way before.” The barmaid added. Debbi frowned. 'With an E!' The phrase rang in her ears, haunting her like something remembered from a dream. Something about this was all wrong! She wanted nothing more than to sprint out of this grimy establishment and never look back but her legs wouldn’t move.

The barmaid broke Debbi from her trance “Well you’d better get ready in a hurry, cause if you aren’t up on stage soon those guys are liable to tear this place apart!” She dragged Debbi to a small little back room adding “You can get ready in here but be quick!”.

On stage? Get ready? Debbi’s heart was pounding, what exactly was expected of her anyway? Perhaps she should have explained the situation to the barmaid. Perhaps her amnesia would have gotten her excused and she could have gotten some time to clear her head without being fired. 'Fired'? Debbi laughed at the thought, what the hell did she do anyway? She began rummaging through 'her' bag, hoping it might provide a clue as to what she was doing at this place and what exactly was expected of her on stage.

The were no major revelations, but she found a red wig and decided to try it on. She stared at her refection, pleading it would restore her memory. While the wig looked fine and altered her appearance somewhat, it provided no more clarity. Debbi was startled by a violent rapping on the door. It was the barmaid “All set in there? For goodness sake hurry up, they're getting restless!” Debbi gulped, it was showtime, whatever that meant.

As she stepped out onto the stage, the crowd went wild. The music started and Debbi’s eyes grew wide as she realized what they all were waiting for. What was expected of her was suddenly quite clear. She was a stripper!

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The music started and Derek looked up to the stage. The exotic dancer his mates had secured wasn’t half bad. She had come in a secretary costume or portraying some kind of snooty little corporate chick. That was a fun twist. But what he and the rest of the male patrons were interested in, was what lay beneath that business suit. Derek couldn’t help but think there was something familiar about this stripper but he couldn’t know her could he? His wife Carol hardly allowed him to be some kind of strip club connoisseur, this stag party for his mate was a rare exception.

As Derek studied the face beneath the red bob, suddenly it hit him. The stripper bore a striking resemblance to his wife’s boss Debbi! Derek grew excited. While he usually preferred his women a fair bit bustier, the stripper’s resemblance to someone he knew offered a renewed interest in her show.

At a corner table, Debbi’s lecherous old neighbour Alvin sat nursing a drink. He was drowning his sorrows as was his Friday night routine. When the music started the old codger perked up. He hadn’t been aware that a stag party had arranged some special live entertainment right here at his usual watering hole. But when he saw the crimson haired young lady take the stage, he knew he had to move in for a closer look.

Debbi was frozen with fear. “GET ON WITH IT!” Shouted one impatient drunk. Debbi started swaying her hips to the music, and even this small motion drew approval from the crowd. Debbi started getting a little more into it, she was feeling the music, and maybe if she went through the motions, it would all start coming back to her.

With trembling hands she reached up and began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. When the job was finished she let the blouse fall open revealing her black lace bra and drawing a roar from the crowd. It did not 'all come back' to her however and she still felt embarrassed and mortified to be dancing up on stage wearing so little, in front of all these eager men. She shed the blouse completely and continued dancing dressed as she was for a while, hoping perhaps that would be enough. But her hopes where dashed by an unsatisfied shout from a familiar looking old man in the crowd. “Lose the skirt!”.

Taking a deep breath, Debbi turned her back to the crowd and grabbed the zipper of the skirt. How could she do this every night? Wait, did she? It seemed so wrong! But her head was still so foggy and she felt duty bound to the waiting audience. This propelled her forward. She lowered the zipper and let the skirt pool at her feet before kicking it off the back of the stage. The crowd was treated for the first time to the amazing unobstructed view of Debbi’s ample bum, her cheeks teasingly poking out from beneath the sheer black lace panties.

Debbi turned back around to face her crowd and resumed dancing, trying her best to avoid eye contact with any of the many pairs of eyes staring up at her, feasting on the abundant amounts of bare skin. After a few more minutes of dancing, the song came to an end. Debbi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this terrible ordeal was over. But the men began pounding on the bar and the edges of the stage in unison, chanting “Take It Off! Take It Off! Take It Off!”.

They weren’t about to let her get off that easily. 'Come on Kaity (that still didn’t feel right) you are a professional, you can do this!' Debbi thought. With her eyes clamped tightly shut, Debbi reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the stage. A roar of appreciation rang out as the crowd drank in the sight of Debbi’s bare breasts. “Nice tits Bay-By!” the old bastard shouted out.

After what felt like an eternity, never once opening her eyes, Debbi clamped her hands to her chest and ran off the back of the stage.

Debbi sat in the backroom with the door ajar, trying to catch her breath from the evening's events when a member of the stag party approached her. Still spun up from what she’d just done Debbi could not even think clearly enough to hide her exposed breasts from the man who now stood within a few feet of her.

“So um..” The drunken best man began, “Great show so far...”

'So Far?' Debbi thought. Did they really expect her to go back out there?

“But you know...” In his drunken state the best man decided to press his luck and see if he could bluff this stripper into a more explicit show. “...on the phone when we requested a stripper and agreed on a price, we were promised the Full Monty... if you know what I mean?”

Debbi just stared at the man, she did not as a matter of fact 'know what he meant'. It was not the reaction the best man had hoped for but he decided to double down. “So, anyway, I expect you to lose the knickers before the end of the next song” he said matter-of-factly before walking away to return to his mates.

Debbi was floored. Lose the kickers? Was she expected to expose all her most intimate bits to this rowdy bunch? How had she ever gotten in to this line of work in the first place she wondered? For what felt like the millionth time tonight her train of thought was interrupted when the barmaid grabbed her arm. “Great job so far, but you’d better get back up there, these guys are getting restless!”

Once again Debbi found herself back on the stage, a whole new song beginning. Her dancing was much less enthusiastic this time around and she barely moved as the impending doom of ditching her panties weighed heavily on her mind. The men for their part didn’t care much, they enjoyed watching Debbi’s bare tits regardless of how little she moved.

The best man watched the show with his fingers crossed. Had his bluff worked, would his posturing pay off? As Debbi scanned the crowd her eyes locked with the man who had approached her off stage. He shifted his expression to a stern one, hoping to drive the point home. Debbi swallowed hard and grabbed the waistband of her knickers with both hands. Closing her eyes again she steeled her resolve, yanking her knickers down and off all at once!

There was an explosion of cheers from the crowd and people began to push and shove, fighting for a better position from which to enjoy the view of the strippers newly exposed pussy! Now Debbi really started to move, dancing much more dramatically. It seemed much less embarrassing to keep moving and thereby limit the view she provided, as opposed to standing still like a statue for their inspection, letting them fuck her with their eyes.

“Let's see you twerk that ass bitch!” Alvin croaked. “You heard the old man! How about you show some respect for your elders by shaking that ass?” agreed the best man, drawing much laughter from the crowd. In her current state, Debbi was unsure if she had ever known how to twerk but she certainly didn’t appear to know now. Even so, she gave it her best shot, turning her bum to the crowd, bouncing and shaking for their viewing pleasure.

Once Debbi finished her twerking, she was surprised by a sudden presence on stage. The best man had joined her and brought with him a single chair. “And now for the main event.” the best man began. “A lap dance for our mate Eddie on his last day of freedom! Come on up here Eddie.” The best man left the stage and was replaced by whom Debbi could only assume was the groom Eddie, who sat expectantly in the chair placed on stage.

Debbi wasn’t sure where to begin, did she really have to give this guy a personal up-close dance? Was that a part of her job? She couldn’t be sure, but everyone was waiting. She did the only thing she could think of she walked over and straddled the man, shaking her chest in his face.

Debbi let out a yelp when Eddie grabbed her ass, taking a big handful of each cheek. This was inappropriate, wasn’t it? He should keep his hands to himself, shouldn’t he? Debbi found herself unable to remember what the protocol should be, so remained silent to the groping. As Eddie pulled her towards him, she felt her cheeks spread. She could only imagine the view the crowd behind her was enjoying, one previously reserved for her gynaecologist and intimate lovers. Debbi just wanted to disappear.

But for now she needed to rectify the current situation. To Eddie’s disappointment Debbi stood up, breaking free of his grasp. His smile returned however when she simply turned around and resumed dancing for him, this time facing the audience with her back towards the groom. She danced for a while and gained a little confidence. Taking matters into her own hands, Debbi finished the dance and then announced “How about a round of applause for our bachelor?” before motioning for Eddie to leave the stage. Eddie was disappointed his special dance was over so soon. Wanting a souvenir with which to remember this night by, Eddie scanned the stage for the stripper’s discarded knickers, but they were nowhere to be found. So the very drunk groom-to-be then set his sights on a new prize. He snatched the wig from Debbi’s head and hoisted it up in victory before departing the stage with it in his hand.

The now wig-less Debbi turn to the crowd to give one last bow before departing. Derek looked up in shock and blurted out in disbelief “DEBBI?!” Debbi’s eyes, turned towards the voice. That name. That face. And finally, all at once it came flooding back. She wasn’t Kaitlynne the stripper, whoever that was. She was Debbi! Debbi with no E! Debbi, a successful well-respected Team Leader at her I.T. company. Overwhelmed, for the second time that night, Debbi ended up unconscious in an unceremonious heap.

[Debbifan]

Derek and Alvin rushed to the front of the low stage, Derek to assist the stricken Debbi and Alvin to get a closer look between her legs where she had collapsed naked and spreadeagled. Derek cradled Debbi's shoulders and lifted her into a sitting position. He knew his wife Carol didn't always get on with her boss but he couldn't leave her there in distress. Anyway, he wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery of how she had ended up this evening stripping on stage in the seedy pub. "Get her a shot of brandy" he called to the barmaid. The stag party Derek was part of had initially been shocked to see the stripper collapse like that but now it was clear that she was beginning to come around and that their mate Derek had taken charge, they once more focused on her naked form.

"Here Kaitlynne, drink this" the barmaid said. Debbi spluttered as she took too large a gulp of the strong liquor. "What's all this Kaitlynne stuff ?" the puzzled Derek inquired. "It's her name" the barmaid replied. "No it isn't, her name's Debbi. She's a serious business woman" Derek informed her. "That's right, she lives near me. I didn't recognized her in that wig" Alvin confirmed. "I guess Kaitlynne's a stage name ? Maybe she doesn't want people knowing she does this as a side line ?" the barmaid speculated. "Well, she wouldn't would she" agreed Alvin.

While this conversation was going on around her, Debbi was slowly pulling herself together and the events of the evening began to take shape in her befuddled brain. "I am Debbi" she slurred. "I'm not a stripper. I had an accident earlier and lost my memory temporarily." She began to recount the collision at the station, how Kaitlynne's bag was left by her and how, with the aid of the station worker, the assumption was made that she must be Kaitlynne. Then the frantic text messages on the phone sending her to the pub and the events there that they all knew about.

"Well you did a great job anyway, better than any strippers we normally get" the barmaid complemented her. "Thank you" said Debbi. "Er, I think, I mean, I guess it's thank you." She was still not yet fully herself. "Yeah, you were great" the stag party agreed. "Um, I think maybe we should get you back stage so you can put your clothes on again ?" Derek reluctantly suggested. All this while Debbi had been stark naked and making no attempt to cover, a situation she belatedly rectified with her hands and arms as she got unsteadily to her feet !

The barmaid accompanied her to the small back room, where thankfully her business suit was still to be found. There was no sign of her underwear but that could not be helped.

Derek had waited outside. Debbi blushed to emerge to appreciative applause from her erstwhile audience. "I'd better run you to the hospital to get you checked out" said Derek. "Friday night in A & E ? When there's a match on ? I don't think so" Debbi replied, feeling a little better while remaining mortified over what had occurred. Especially with that old lecher Alvin being there too. "But I think I should go and take this bag to Kaitlynne whoever she is." Debbi gestured to the shoulder bag that had been the root of her troubles and the misunderstanding. "It's got all her stuff in it and she'll need it."

"Well, I can run you over there then. You know who she is ?" Derek asked. "No idea" answered Debbi. "Though I'm guessing it's the girl who knocked me over at the station. But the address is here on her ID."

Kaitlynne's address turned out to be in a rather forlorn looking block of three story flats. Those that had been purchased by their occupiers under the right to buy scheme had made attempts to smarten up with new doors, window boxes and a lick of paint. Those that remained the responsibility of social housing had a much more unloved appearance. Kaitlynne's was one of those.

"You can stay in the car" Debbi told Derek. "I shouldn't be long." Derek studied the block of flats. "Maybe I'd better come with you just in case ?"

Debbi rang the bell. There was the commotion of a yapping dog and crying baby and a distant cry of 'who the hell's that ?' The door was opened by a tired and harassed looking girl, maybe a year or two younger than Debbi but with twice as much life experience it seemed. "Yes ?" the girl demanded. "Um, sorry to bother you but are you Kaitlynne ?" Debbi began. "Who wants to know ?" the girl answered defensively. "Er, I think this is yours ?" Debbi replied, holding up the bag. Kaitlynne's demeanor softened, as did her face, betraying her age. "Oh god, thank you so much. I was going frantic, it's got all my stuff" she said as she delved into the bag. "Where did you find it ?"

"On the platform at the station" Debbi explained. Kaitlynne's natural caution and suspicion kicked back in. "What took you so long ?" she wanted to know. "I thought it was mine" said Debbi. A brief argument ensued.

"What do you mean, you thought it was yours ?"

"You bloody knocked me out when you pushed me over"

"I didn't push you, we collided" Kaitlynne clarified, remembering the incident. "And I said sorry."

"Whatever, I didn't know where I was when I came to and this station guy kept calling me Kaitlynne 'cos he'd looked in your bag. And I'd lost my memory and thought I must be Kaitlynne."

"So how come you remembered ?"

Debbi began to explain the frantic texts on Kaitlynne's phone and how she had taken her place as a stripper. Kaitlynne began to laugh. "Look, you'd better come in for a cup of tea."

They made their way into the flat past a boisterous Jack Russell. Kaitlynne removed baby detritus from the sofa and went to quieten the crying child in his cot. She explained why she had been in such a hurry. As they sat sipping tea a few minutes later, Kaitlynne unlocked her phone and scrolled through the follow up messages that Debbi had been unable to access. "Wow, they were going crazy. But I couldn't tell them I wouldn't be there cos this is my only phone. Hey, but then it says lucky for you, your girlfriend turned up and saved the day. They loved you. So it seems I've still got a job !"

The baby began crying again and Kaitlynne took him out of the cot and into her arms. "He's got this virus that's going around and the sitter says she's going to stay away until he recovers, can't risk spreading it to her other kids." She looked at Debbi curiously. "Look, I know it's a cheek and I hardly know you. But you don't think you could cover for me and do my other bookings for the next week could you ?"

"What ? No, I'm very sorry but I couldn't do that. I'm not a stripper. I'm a serious business woman. Surely you can explain you've got a sick child ? They're bound to understand" replied Debbi. "You've obviously never worked in the gig economy" sighed Kaitlynne ruefully. "No sick pay, no fancy health care plans. No work, no pay. Make too many waves, miss too many gigs, no job. I only got away with tonight by the skin of my teeth and by sheer luck because of what happened with you."

"I do sympathize" said Debbi "But apart from anything else, I wouldn't know where to start going about stripping anyway."

"But they loved you tonight it seems" Kaitlynne argued, showing Debbi the messages she'd unlocked from her phone. "They did, she was great" confirmed Derek who'd been listening in amusement. "That's as maybe but I've no idea where that came from earlier. Somewhere in my subconscious or something I guess, convincing me I was you and I was supposed to be a stripper. I couldn't just go in somewhere cold and start taking my clothes off. Can't one of the other girls fill in ? From the agency or whoever it is you work for ?" suggested Debbi. "They're a ruthless bunch. It's cut throat. They'd want to muscle in and take all my regular spots away from me" answered Kaitlynne. "Look, I wouldn't ask otherwise but I'm really desperate."

The baby began to howl again, in obvious distress. The Jack Russell jumped up on the couch alongside Debbi, casting puppy dog eyes and nuzzling her hand. "Carol was only telling me the other day that you've got a backlog of leave stacked up that you should've taken Deb. I'm sure you could take a break next week."

It was pretty obvious to Debbi that Kaitlynne was in a single parent situation. She didn't dare quiz the girl about her family. This could have been her in another lifetime, under different sliding door circumstances. "How many gigs have you got exactly ?" she said finally. I always was a soft hearted fool, she chastised herself as soon as she had spoken !

"Six" Kaitlynne replied. "Six ?" exclaimed Debbi, already regretting what she might be getting herself into. "I know it's not many" said Kaitlynne, misunderstanding Debbi's reaction. "But I limit them so as not to ask too much of my regular sitter."

"So what are they and when ?" Debbi reluctantly continued. "Well, I don't work weekends. It's even harder to get a sitter then. So they're all next week. That should give me time I need for the babe to get better" Kaitlynne answered.

"So what are they ?" Debbi repeated. "OK, so, I've got two regular lunchtime slots in pubs. One here in town and one in Reading. They're easy, I don't really know why they keep going but I'm glad they do."

"But I might get recognized at the one in town, that's already happened tonight" Debbi objected. "You can take my wig" said Kaitlynne, searching in the bag that Debbi had just returned to her. "Oh yeah, about the wig" Debbi began and she explained that it had been taken as a souvenir by the stags. "I'll get you another one, or better yet, you get it and I'll pay" she concluded. "I lost my knickers too" she added. "That's one of the cardinal rules, always keep your stuff within easy reach" Kaitlynne advised her.

"OK, so we get you a wig. My other regular gig is at Pussy Paradise in Reading on a Thursday evening. That could be a problem, I don't suppose you know how to pole dance ?" Kaitlynne asked. Debbi threw her a look. "No, I didn't think you would. I'm sure it'll be OK, I'll have a word with them and I'm sure they'll be fine with you just getting naked. You can rub yourself up against the pole a few times or something. There's other dancers there, we do four sets in rotation through the evening." Debbi was getting ever more alarmed, she had assumed she'd just do a quick ten or fifteen minutes and be in and out of the venues.

"You said there were six ?"

"Yeah, the other three are one off private parties. There's an afternoon one at an old folk's home for an 80th birthday."

"A what ?" gasped Debbi in astonishment. "I know, you'd be surprised. They asked the old codger what he wanted for his birthday and he said a stripper. Then there's an unusual one. A bunch of 18 year old posh boys at Wellington College have got together to book me, or rather you, to do a show to celebrate the end of their final term." Debbi recalled run ins with the entitled denizens of the expensive private school from her teenage years. "The last one ?" she dared to ask. "That one ought to be pretty routine. An evening pub one, a bit like tonight but it's a leaving do for some guy rather than a stag night."

"I really am so, so grateful" said Kaitlynne. "Well, er, um, I'm not exactly sure" Debbi mumbled. "Oh please, please" Kaitlynne pleaded. "Go on Deb, you can do it" Derek encouraged her. "Look, why don't you come round tomorrow afternoon ? I can show you some moves, give you some more tips on what to look out for so everything goes smoothly ?" Kaitlynne suggested. Debbi was still a little light headed from the bump on the head she had sustained earlier. "Oh, alright then" she gave in. "Oh, thank you, thank you, you're a star" and still with babe in arms she lunged forward to give Debbi a kiss on the forehead.

[PhillyPhan321]

Thanks for posting here. I like CHOYA but once stories start to get to long there it gets kinda hard (for me at least) to follow where things are going and to know what path to take to get the main path the author wants things to go in.

[student]

Keep Debbi away from salesmen. She hasn't recovered from her concussion yet.

[Debbifan]

Thanks for posting here. I like CHOYA but once stories start to get to long there it gets kinda hard (for me at least) to follow where things are going and to know what path to take to get the main path the author wants things to go in.

I know what you mean about CHYOA. I did start archiving individual stories here but didn't have the discipline to keep up to date as I kept adding to the original.
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[Debbifan]

The Kaitlynne household was a lot less fraught when Debbi returned on Saturday afternoon to get some 'tips' on how to approach the stripping gigs that in a moment of weakness she had agreed to take on. She was still beating herself up inside for having been so foolish but whenever she thought of bailing out, she remembered the look of gratitude on Kaitlynne's face and the difficult circumstances of the young woman's life.

"So, what were you thinking of wearing to strip out of ?" Kaitlynne began. "I thought just my normal kind of business wear" Debbi replied. "Like you had on last night ? That'll work. Sexy high powered executive getting naked. Punters'll get off on that. I'm sure you've got plenty of high class lingerie ?"

"Yeah, I like sexy undies most of the time."

"They always prefer a thong."

"Fine." Debbi was thinking this was a bizarre conversation. "But as you found out last night, when you take things off, always leave them out of reach of the punters or they may go missing. Have you got stockings and suspenders ?" Kaitlynne asked. "Yeah. I mean, I hardly ever wear them but one of my exes had a thing about it" Debbi replied. "Wear those, they go down well and can be good for getting the punters to take them off for you. It's funny watching guys try to undo suspenders !"

"Should I get too close to the audience ?" wondered Debbi in response to that. "You need to try and judge the right guy if you want them to undo something like suspenders or a bra and if you're going through the crowd, keep on the move. It's good for tips though if you do."

"Tips ?"

"You didn't get any last night ?"

"No"

"It's a good idea to keep your underwear on for a bit and then guys'll come up and put notes in the waistband of your thong or down the cups of your bra."

"Really ? I didn't think anyone carried cash these days ?" Debbi was trying to visualize having her underwear molested. "There's normally a few guys who come prepared" said Kaitlynne. "What about getting paid ?" said Debbi. "That agency takes the fee when they book and then they pay into my bank. I can settle up with you later ?" Kaitlynne offered. "No, I didn't mean that. I don't want your money" said Debbi. "I just wondered if I was supposed to collect any fee or anything on the day."

"No, all paid in advance. Thank you so much, you are a savior. You can keep the tips" Kaitlynne laughed. "No, no, if I get any I can drop them off to you some time" said Debbi. "Oh and one more thing while I think of it. Don't ever sit on anyone's lap. That's a certain recipe for getting groped !"

"Right, so how's your dancing ?" Kaitlynne continued. "Terrible" was the reply. "OK, so apart from the pole dancing club that's not a problem. At the end of the day they're only interested in tits and ass. The music'll just be some current pop. Move your hips and legs a little and walk around a bit to give everyone equal views. Take your time undressing, just a little bit of a tease." Kaitlynne was demonstrating a little as she talked. "When you're down to your bra and pants, stay like that for a couple of minutes. It prolongs the tease and you might get some tips. After you're topless there's a few poses. Juggle your tits a bit so they bounce and then kind of cup them and squeeze them together." Kaitlynne demonstrated under her t-shirt. "I'm not as big up top as you" Debbi pointed out. "OK but you've still got tits and you're prettier than me" Kaitlynne laughed. "Make sure you give them this pose too" said Kaitlynne, turning her back on Debbi with legs astride and bending at the waist to peer through her legs. "Big smile all the time and you can also give them a cheeky wink and lick your lips. Do it both before and after you've taken off your thong."

"That's obscene, they'll see everything" Debbi cried. "Well, yeah. But that is kinda what they're paying for. We're working the lower end of the market for the most part unfortunately. You can judge the room about if you want to get down on the floor and spread your legs. I don't normally hold my pussy open but some girls do" said Kaitlynne. Debbi shuddered at the thought.

"Pussy Paradise is a bit different. You don't strip as much, just come straight out in lingerie or even a tiny bikini and eventually take them off but leaving the bottoms to the very end of the act. But that's not until Thursday evening. Maybe come around again Thursday afternoon and we can prep for that ?"

Debbi's mind was in a whirl with information and images but she agreed to return before the pole dancing gig. "So, here's all the times and dates and venues" said Kaitlynne, handing Debbi a sheet of paper. "Oh and before I forget, I've got you a good blonde wig, one of my mates had a spare." Debbi took that also. "Thanks so much again and good luck !"

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Monday lunchtime brought the first of Debbi's gigs. She made the short eight mile drive into Reading and let her sat nav direct her to the Green Man. The pub seemed like an oasis of normality surrounded by building sites as the city centre redevelopment continued apace. The pub had a decided retro feel that was enhanced by the choice of music as Blondie blasted out of the speakers. Many of the customers looked as if they had been around since Blondie's heyday. Debbi didn't mind the music and quite admired her namesake, even forgiving Debbie Harry the superfluous 'e'. I should have been blondie, she thought to herself, realizing that she had left the blonde wig that Kaitlynne had got for her back in the car. Oh well, nobody's going to recognize me here thankfully she decided, though she would make sure to don the wig for those gigs closer to home.

The mix of construction workers, retirees and the unemployed that made up the pub's customers, all turned to stare at Debbi as she entered. What was a smartly dressed young business woman doing here, when her normal habitat would have been one of the more upmarket wine bars ? Debbi quickly established that, apart from the barmaid, she was almost the only female in the place.

"What can I get you luv ?" asked the intrigued barmaid as Debbi made her way to the bar. "Er, um, nothing thanks" Debbi said quietly. "I'm here to work ? I'm covering for Kaitlynne, her little boy's sick."

"You're the stripper ?" the barmaid cried in surprise, much too loud for Debbi's liking. All eyes not turned to study her even more closely. "Er, yeah" Debbi confirmed. "But, um, I'm not used to this. Er, is there any kind of backstage or anything ?"

"This is a crummy old pub in case you hadn't noticed" the girl replied, running down her own establishment. "Not some plush high class member's club. You just get up on that little raised platform over there and start getting your kit off !" Debbi glanced over at the tatty area the girl was indicating. "Have you got your own music ?" the girl wanted to know. "Er, no" Debbi admitted. "I guess we'll just keep Blondie going then, that alright ?" "Um, I guess" Debbi replied, any confidence she had ebbing away.

"Stripper's here lads" The barmaid confirmed, pointing at Debbi. "Right then, off you go !" She once more gestured towards the little raised platform, as the customers began to turn their chairs in that direction and edge closer.

Debbi suddenly realized that she was at a loss as to how to start her stripping routine. In her head she had imagined some kind of introduction and emerging from some kind of back stage. But here she had simply been directed to a small cleared area ( the raised platform hardly deserved the designation of a stage ) and told to get on with it.

On her way over, she decided to collect a spare chair to place on the 'stage'. She wasn't going to use it as any kind of prop but remembered Kaitlynne's advice to always keep her stuff close at hand and it seemed a good place to leave her clothes as she discarded them. The men in her audience were all looking at her expectantly and Debbi in turn looked over expectantly at the barmaid. She received a thumbs up and the music, which had been temporarily silenced, started up again.

How long was Debbi supposed to string out her 'act' ? She had no idea. She began to move her legs and hips in what she hoped was a seductive manner. She was glad that she had her suit jacket on, it was a harmless item of clothing to begin teasing with and to get herself into some kind of flow. She slipped it off one arm before pulling it back on and then repeated the tease with both arms before finally taking it off completely and laying it on the chair. She danced a bit more and then began to slowly unbutton her crisp white blouse. She undid the first three buttons, showing the top of her black lace bra with its' red trim and her small but perky cleavage. Did she look professional ? Part of her couldn't care less of course, she just wanted to get the task done and get out of there. But there was another part of her that didn't want to let Kaitlynne down and which took some pride in doing a good job.

The punters in the pub began to get more interested as the blouse was finally removed and placed on top of the jacket on the chair. After another minute or so of what passed for dancing with Debbi, it was time to discard the tight skirt of her business suit. Debbi could not think of much in the way of teasing that she could do to take that off. She turned her back, pulled down the zip, bent slightly to thrust her bum at the audience and then slowly eased the garment over her hips to pool at her feet. She hooked the skirt up with her shoe and added it to the pile on the chair, while the men took in the sight of her thong clad ass.

Debbi felt the heat rising to her face as she turned to face the audience, now dressed in only black lace bra and knickers and the unfamiliar stockings and suspenders. She was now getting to the business end of her act and still was not certain how to approach it or how far she was expected to go !

Now dressed only in her lingerie, Debbi continued to dance awkwardly as she pondered her next step. She had played various scenarios through in her mind over the last 24 hours but now, faced with the reality, she had kind of frozen. The events of a few evenings ago, when she had been dazed and confused and temporarily amnesiac, were of no use when stone cold sober.

The normally blasé lunchtime audience were titillated by the gauche and obviously inexperienced performance that Debbi was putting on but were beginning to lose patience as a further couple of minutes passed with no more clothes being removed. Debbi recalled Kaitlynne mentioning how sometimes members of the audience could be used to help remove items of clothing. She fixed on one seemingly harmless looking individual cradling his pint and sashaying over to him, turned her back and whispered "Could you undo my bra for me please ?" The middle aged divorcee who had just finished his shift at the distribution warehouse was only too happy to comply. "Thank you" said Debbi as she felt the very slight sag in her perky tits as they were deprived of the minimal support that they needed.

The audience were further convinced that Debbi was no career stripper. What kind of stripper says please and thank you ? But they were more interested in what would happen next as Debbi returned to her performance space, still holding the cups of her bra close against her chest. Once she was back in place, she whisked the bra clear of her tits, presenting them to the crowd in all their glory. She was happy going topless on holiday but context is everything and she once more began to blush delightfully. She remembered Kaitlynne's move of grasping her breasts and pressing them together to kind of present them to the audience, after which she danced topless for a while, shaking her upper body to make her tits bounce and turning her back to attempt a kind of twerk with her thong clad ass.

Oh well, I guess they want the whole show, she thought to herself and finally began to fiddle with the waistband of her knickers. She felt herself blushing again when she inadvertently made eye contact with some of the guys as she slid the knickers down her thighs, past her knees and then off completely. Twirling them in her fingers, she placed them on top of her bra and other clothes on the chair she had purloined. Did she dare attempt the pose she had been shown at Kaitlynnes's, when the younger girl had spread her legs, bent at the waist and peered back at her lasciviously ? She guessed that it was expected.

The audience were a little surprised but totally gratified by this display, which Debbi repeated a couple more times as she continued to dance. Her mind was now starting to think about how she was going to finish this routine and get out of there but then she suddenly realized that while she was now otherwise naked, she was still wearing the stockings and suspenders !

Debbi's mind was in a whirl. Would they mind that she had forgotten to take her stockings and suspenders off ? They could see everything else after all. But she thought she remembered Kaitlynne saying that customers expected full nudity. She didn't want to let the girl down on her first gig as a substitute. Better to be on the safe side. More of what Kaitlynne had said was coming back to her. About stockings being a fun item to get the audience to remove ? She found herself walking over to a table of construction workers.

"Um, excuse me. Would one of you mind helping me take off these stockings ?" she mumbled nervously. The men laughed heartily as she placed one foot up on the table. It might not have been so bad ( or as good for the men ) if she had still been wearing knickers but now that she was otherwise nude, they were treated to a spectacular close up of her coin slot. "Hope my rough hands don't ladder those sexy stockings luv" one of the guys said, as his workman's hands roamed over her thigh before settling on the nub that attached the stocking to her suspender belt.

Debbi began to peel the stocking down her leg but her attempt at sexiness was undermined when she realized she was still wearing her heels and she had to take her foot down from the table, stumble back to bend and slip off the shoe and then hop on one leg as she finally removed the stocking ! Her face was once more now thoroughly red. "Um, could someone help me with the other one ?"

The entire performance was replicated on an adjacent table, the audience relishing the obvious inexperience and embarrassment of the girl. Finally, Debbi made it back to her 'stage', where she turned her back on the audience to unclip the suspender belt and to finally be completely naked. She continued to dance in a desultory fashion for another couple of minutes before stopping, spreading her hands out and calling out "Was that OK ?"

There was a smattering of applause and a few cheers and Debbi hurriedly commenced to put her clothes back on, in full view of everyone in the pub and not bothering with the bra or stockings. She stuffed those into her bag and returned to the bar. "Is there anything else I need to do ?" she asked the barmaid. "What, apart from the other two strips later in the afternoon as the clientele changes ?" the girl replied. Debbi looked aghast. The barmaid laughed. "Nah, only joking, that was fine. You went much further than Kaitlynne normally does in any case. Some weeks she doesn't even bother to take her knickers off ! You don't normally do this do you ?" she asked curiously. "Er no, just helping out a friend" Debbi answered non-committedly. It didn't seem the time to stress that she was a serious business woman.

[Hooked6]

Very interesting set-up and I love how the real Kaitlynne is leading Debbi down the proverbial garden path to adventures unknown. Great read so far. I haven't read this particular thread at your CHYOA site but "this Debbi" fits in very well with your traditional classic Debbi - trusting, dittzi, submissive, hesitant to make waves or offend others - all the traits that make for a perfect character in an ENF story.

Hooked6

[Debbifan]

"Why ? What did you do ?" laughed Kaitlynne. Debbi had been worried and had rushed round to the young mother's flat as soon as she had left the pub. She was concerned that the barmaid had said she had gone much further in her act than was usual and she hoped this would not cause any problem for Kaitlynne. She outlined how the gig had gone to Kaitlynne's ever increasing amusement. "Don't worry about it" the girl said. "They know me well enough in the Green Man. By the sound of it, I'm betting everyone there had a right laugh after you'd left ! That Dolores was just winding you up" she added, referring to the barmaid.

"And I even forgot to wear the wig" Debbi added as an afterthought. Kaitlynne laughed again. "Oh well, at least you didn't have to worry about any photos there." Photos ? Debbi had not thought about photos. "Yeah, there's a sign in the Green Man you probably didn't notice and in the Admiral here too. And the bouncers in Pussy Paradise are red hot on enforcing it. The problem's with the private bookings, better remember your wig for those !"

Debbi had half hoped that Kaitlynne's son might have made a miraculous recovery but it seemed he was still poorly and the girl needed to remain at home with him. "So, tomorrow you're doubling up with the old folks and then the Admiral" Kaitlynne confirmed. "Then Wednesday it's the posh boys booking at Wellington. Don't take any crap from them."

"Er, no, I won't" said Debbi nervously. "Come round again on Thursday before the lap dancing club and I'll fill you in about the routine there." She punched Debbi on the arm. "You'll be a just like a pro by the time this week's out !" Yeah, great thought Debbi.

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As soon as Debbi reached the reception desk of the care home, she realized that she had forgotten the blonde wig again. She was on the verge of going back to the car to get it but the woman on the desk was already asking her what she wanted. Oh well, nobody in this place would know her. As long as she remembered it for the local pub gig later in the day. "Um, I've been booked for an 80th birthday party ?" Unlike the barmaid in the pub yesterday, the woman discreetly whispered "You're the stripper ?" Debbi blushed a little as she confirmed that she was. "Brilliant" the woman replied. "You don't look at all like one. Come through to the office a second."

"How do you feel about a little acting ?" the woman asked. "In what way ?" Debbi queried. "We thought it'd be a great idea if the stripper could pretend to be from the housing association with some forms for Fred to sign and to ask generally about his well being in the home and so on, before suddenly starting to take her clothes off. And you're dressed perfectly, anyone would think you were a serious business woman ! Do you think you could do that ?"

"I can try I guess" Debbi agreed. "Everyone loves Fred, though he can be a bit of a flirt" the receptionist added.

One of the carer's in the home came and took Debbi through to the resident's lounge and showed her to a sprightly looking old gent seated in an armchair and reading the Racing Post. "Sorry to disturb you Fred, this lady's from the Housing Association. She has some forms for you to sign" the nurse announced. "I hope I'm not tearing you away from your paper Mr. Hutchinson" said Debbi, bending to shake hands. She saw the old gent trying to look down her blouse. 'Lovely old Fred' was giving every indication of being the epitome of a 'dirty old man'. "I've got all the time in the world for a lovely young lady like you darling" he answered.

Debbi sat opposite him on a chair provided by the nurse. She crossed her legs and not being used to wearing stockings, she wondered if her stocking tops would be revealed to the old guy's gaze. "What're these forms you've got to show me then ?" Fred wondered. "Well, we like to do a review for everyone coming up to their 80th birthday, to make sure that our current provision for them is adequate and to check that they are entirely satisfied with the accommodation and service that we provide. I believe you are close to your 80th birthday ? Though I must say you look a lot younger" Debbi flattered him. "It's my 80th today" Fred answered proudly. "Oh, is it ? I ought to have checked the date on the form. Happy birthday, are you having a party ?" Debbi responded. "They normally lay on something but they like to play games and give us a surprise" said Fred.

It was easy for Debbi to slip into a business like mode with the bogus questionnaire the staff had provided. It was her usual persona after all. After what she deemed to be a sensible amount of time she said, "Goodness, it's warm in here. Do you mind if I take off my jacket ?"

"Be my guest" Fred leered. "Take off as much as you like !" Debbi smiled as she slipped the jacket off and hung it over the back of her chair. She guessed the old fella could discern the shape of her bra beneath the blouse. Had he guessed ? He had asked for a stripper for his birthday after all. It didn't really matter, Debbi decided. It was only a gig that she would have completed soon enough. She ran through a couple more of the questions with him before announcing, "Phew, it's still so hot in here. I think I'd better take my blouse off too !" She stood up from the chair, which was the cue for the staff to switch on the music for her performance.

Debbi wasn't sure what sort of music she had expected at an 80th birthday celebration but somehow she had not expected the Rolling Stones. But it made some kind of sense, the surviving band members were now of that kind of age themselves after all and old Fred must have been in his heyday in the 1960s. As 'Start Me Up' blared out, she slowly commenced stripping out of her blouse and skirt. Did they expect her to get fully nude in what was more or less a private lap dance for the pensioner ?

Not wanting to let Kaitlynne down, she decided it would be better to be safe than sorry. Fred seemed transfixed enough by her simply being down to her underwear but she was sure he would not object to her going further. And the other residents of the care home, who she was now taking notice of for the first time, seemed to be happily clapping along, albeit on the wrong beat. There were another couple of old guys getting a free show but the majority there, including the smattering of staff, were predominantly female. But they appeared to be merrily going long with the spectacle Debbi was providing.

Learning from her previous mistake, Debbi made sure to invite Fred to take down her stockings before she took off her knickers and after she had slipped out of her heels. As she rested her stockinged foot on the arm of his chair, the old man was delighted by the close up view and made sure to run his hand along Debbi's thigh before unclipping the suspenders and rolling the stocking down her leg. It was obviously a manoeuvre he had been practiced at in his youth ! She allowed him to repeat it with her other leg but decided against asking him to unclasp her bra, instead turning her back to present her thong clad ass to him as she did that herself, teasing a little before finally displaying her breasts.

Once she was fully naked Debbi danced around Fred's chair, provocatively teasing his remaining hair and touching his cheek. She was careful to move hastily out of reach when he tried to make a grab for her. At a suitable break in the music, she made a sign to the carers to switch it off and performed a graceful curtsey for Fred. She was rewarded by generous applause and moved as if to gather up her clothes. But the woman who had briefed her at reception intervened. "Can we just get a photo of you with Fred for our web site ? To show the kind of fun our residents still have in their golden years ? Don't worry, we'll pose it so nothing untoward is showing !" Debbi didn't like the idea of a photo, especially one that would be on the net, even if it was on a site for a care home. But it was kind of awkward to refuse. "Oh, er, well, OK" she agreed.

"Why don't you sit on Fred's lap ?" the carer suggested. Kaitlynne's warning came back to Debbi but again, it was difficult to refuse and Fred was 80 years old. He couldn't do much harm surely ? The woman moved Debbi's clothes off of the high backed chair she had been sitting on earlier when playing the housing association rep. "Sit on this Fred, it'll be easier to take her on your lap than in that armchair."

Once Fred was seated, Debbi moved to sit sideways on his lap, quickly crossing her legs. To her horror and to the amusement of everyone else present, he began to nuzzle between her breasts. "Luvvly jubbly" he grinned. Debbi felt his hand moving up and down her back and dangerously close to her ass crack. "OK Fred, cut that out" the carer with the camera said good naturedly, as he began to lick one of Debbi's nipples ! "Smile for the camera both of you. If you just lift your arm a little luv, it'll shield your nipple for the photo."

Debbi declined the offer of a cup of tea because she needed to get to her pub stripping gig at the Admiral. But not before the carer had shown her the photo showing her sitting on Fred's lap, that would be going on the social page of the care homes web site. True to her word, the woman had posed it with Debbi's arms around Fred's neck, so that no nipples were on show and her crossed legs shielded her pussy from view. There was plenty of side boob on display however, plus a hint of ass crack reflected in a glass cabinet behind the pair. And it was clear that the woman in the photo was fully naked and since she had once again forgotten to put on the blonde wig, the woman was clearly recognisable as being Debbi !

Oh well, it was unlikely that anyone she knew would ever be accessing that page. In fact, she couldn't imagine that it would get much traffic at all. What the experience did do, was to make Debbi determined not to forget the wig disguise for the remaining gigs. So much so that she donned the wig as soon as she got back to her car, adjusting it as best she could in the rear view mirror.

The pub gig at the Admiral went smoothly enough. Debbi couldn't say she was getting used to it exactly, she had no intention of that. But she felt a little more secure in the blonde wig and the fear of the unknown had diminished. The Admiral even had a small back room she could use and so she was able to make a swift and relatively dignified exit after her strip, unlike in the first pub where she had to get dressed awkwardly in full view of the clientele. The Admiral was in a different part of town from where she lived and worked, there had not been anyone present that she even vaguely recognised and it was actually so sparsely attended that she wondered if it was worth the pub hiring a stripper in the first place. But that wasn't Debbi's concern, she was simply glad to have already reached the halfway point of the gigs she had agreed to cover for Kaitlynne. That only left the college boys, the pole dancing club and that guy's leaving do.

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EAST BERKSHIRE GAZETTE

SCANDAL AT FAMOUS PUBLIC SCHOOL !! PUPILS THREATENED WITH EXPULSION AFTER STRIPPER INDULGES IN LEWD ACTS !!

A scandal has erupted at the prestigious Wellington College. The elite public school has been rocked by a series of events, when six senior boys on the verge of graduation hired a blonde stripper to celebrate their imminent departure from the school. The deputy principal of the college was making an unscheduled evening round of the premises, when he came upon the stripper performing lewd acts in front of the boys in the 18 year old's common room. The young woman, who it has not been possible for the Gazette to identify, was unceremoniously thrown out of the college grounds and now it is the six young men who are in danger of being thrown out. They are temporarily suspended and there is the threat of expulsion hanging over them. This threat has enraged the parents of the errant boys however. As one said, "It is an outrage that the future careers of these fine upstanding young men, who are expected to be among the future political and business leaders of this nation, should be jeopardised by some youthful high jinks with one of the local trollops." The Gazette had not as yet been able to obtain any official statement from the college.

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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. But it is kind of funny" said Kaitlynne. Debbi had gone around for another debrief but the agency had already alerted Kaitlynne to the report on the local paper's web site. "It wasn't funny at the time" Debbi countered. "You were performing lewd acts ?" Kaitlynne laughed again, quoting the report. "The bastards wouldn't give me my clothes back" Debbi explained. "Entitled little shits. They took me into their common room, I did my strip but then they weren't satisfied with that. Said they expected more for their money than a 15 minute dance. Wanted me to climb up on a desk, open my legs and masturbate for them !"

"You didn't did you ?" Kaitlynne howled with laughter. "They had my clothes and bag, I couldn't very well just run off somewhere in the nude could I ?" Debbi justified herself. "So there I was, diddling myself on the table, when this old guy barges in." Kaitlynne was by now in hysterics. "I've never seen anyone so furious. The brats were shitting themselves. I just scooped up all my stuff and legged it" Debbi continued. "Naked ?" laughed Kaitlynne. "I got half dressed in the car. Seriously though Kaitlynne, you'd better get that agency to check out bookings a bit more carefully in future."

[student]

Frat boys pushed and pushed and pushed and then they pushed themselves into potential expulsion. They did it to themselves.

Note to perverts--don't draw attention to yourselves!

[Debbifan]

"Seriously though Kaitlynne, you'd better get that agency to check out bookings a bit more carefully in future."

"No, you're right" Kaitlynne conceded. "I wouldn't have wanted to be faced with that situation and I'm experienced in the job. The trouble is, the agency wanted to cash in on the story and get more publicity. They were going to contact the Sun to run the story but I told them you wouldn't like that" she added. "Too bloody right I wouldn't" Debbi confirmed. "Did those brats take any photos ?" Kaitlynne wondered. "Bastards. They did, though I told them at the start they couldn't but they ignored me. I don't reckon they'll be sharing them any time soon though, they seemed so scared of that teacher bloke" Debbi replied. "Let's hope" said Katlynne. "Were you wearing the wig ? It's surprising how much that changes your appearance."

"I was thankfully, not like in the photo at the old folks home" Debbi responded. "Why, what was that ?" Kaitlynne asked. Debbi described how she had been asked to pose sitting on Fred's lap. "Let's see if it's on their site yet" Kaitlynne laughed. She did a quick search. "Oh my god, it is. Look Debbi, anyone can see it's you !" Debbi had seen the photo of course but seeing it again in context on the net was still unnerving. "And see here, underneath. It says 'Exotic dancer Debbi poses with Fred to celebrate his 80th birthday.' You didn't tell them your name did you ?" Kaitlynne was still laughing at the naivety of her new friend. "Of course not. But I did have to sign in at reception when I arrived and I just automatically put my real name. They must have looked at that."

"I am sorry you've had all this extra hassle. You are going to still cover the last two gigs for me aren't you ? The babe's on the mend but I could still do with the rest of the week off." Kaitlynne played the struggling single parent card. "I said I would didn't I" Debbi reassured her. "Well the club tomorrow will be a luxury in comparison. It's my favourite gig. A classy controlled environment and the tips are great." It was Kaitlynne's turn to reassure. "I'm sorry I haven't got any tips for you at all so far this week" Debbi apologised unnecessarily. "Don't worry. I really am grateful and especially that you're letting me keep the money from the agency for the bookings. But as it happens, you're bound to get loads of tips tonight."

"So go over again what happens at the club" Debbi asked. "OK, so there's a nice dressing room with the other girls. I've told the manager you're not a pro and he's fine with that, he says he can announce you as a novelty" Kaitlynne began. "Not as 'Debbi' ?" Debbi pleaded. "No, he'll come up with something" Kaitlynne laughed. "But anyway, there's no stripping as such. You're already undressed when you come out. It's up to you if you want to wear lingerie or a bikini but if you choose a bikini it has to be a really skimpy one. Have you got any like that ?" Debbi confirmed that she had. "I might be a serious business woman but when I'm on holiday in the Med or the Caribbean, I like to bare all !"

"Great" said Kaitlynne. "Now we know there's no time for you to learn proper pole dancing. The manager's fine with that, it's something else he'll explain to the punters. Just wiggle a bit and kind of drape yourself round the pole sometimes and rub yourself up against it." Debbi blushed at the thought. "You'll do four ten minute slots in the course of the evening."

"Four ?" Debbi wailed. "Yeah, sorry. Now, you'll be expected to take your top off but don't be in too much of a rush to do that. It's up to you if you will want to take the bottoms off as well. It can be good to keep them on because when you go near the front of the stage, the guys like to come up and put notes in the waistband as tips. It's probably a good idea to watch one of the other girls before you do your first turn, he's not going to start the night with you."

"Do you take your bottoms off ?" Debbi wondered. "There's no pressure to do so, he likes to think it's a bit more upmarket. But what I tend to do is take them off at the end of my final dance of the night. Kind of as a reward for the fellas who've stayed to the end !"

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Despite being on leave, her boss Jeff had insisted that Debbi be present at work that afternoon for an important presentation. Hence it was that she was dressed in her formal business wear when she arrived at the staff entrance at the back of the pole dancing club in Reading and hence it was why the surprised manager greeted her with "Can I help you madam ?"

Debbi knew the place which used to be a legendary indie rock venue and there had been widespread protests when the local council had refused the promoters an extension to their licence but had instead granted permission for the premises to be converted into a pole dancing club.

"Er, I'm here to stand in for Kaitlynne ?" Debbi replied. The manager's demeanour changed as he took in the attractive young woman. "Oh, right. Yes, she called me. You're Debbi ?"

"That's me" Debbi confirmed. "She did tell you that I have no idea how to dance ?" That was one of Debbi's major concerns for the evening. "Yeah, she explained. That's no problem. Well, it normally would be a problem but since it's such a lovely girl as yourself I'm certain the customers won't mind as long as you're showing some skin ! Kaitlynne did explain that to you ?" he asked anxiously. "Yes, I've done a couple of her other gigs" Debbi reassured him.

"Come on through. I'll introduce you to the other girls. They're all Ukrainian but very friendly." He led Debbi along a corridor to a cramped dressing room where three lithe and leggy women were sitting in front of the mirror, clad only in their underwear and expertly applying their stage makeup. "Hi girls, this is Debbi. She's taking Kaitlynne's place. Show her the ropes will you ? I've got to go and supervise the drinks delivery."

There was an awkward silence after the manager had left. Debbi could sense the hostility emanating from the three girls. One statuesque blonde rose and approached Debbi, shoving her aggressively on the shoulder. "Who you ? Why you take Kaitlynne job ? We like Kaitlynne. Kaitlynne have baby, need job."

"No, no. It's not like that. I'm not taking Kaitlynne's job." Debbi hurriedly explained the situation. She did not go into the details of the initial memory loss fiasco but simply presented herself as a friend of Kaitlynne who was doing her a favour. Which was kind of the truth. "We like you. You good friend" it was decided.

The girls made space for Debbi at the counter and showed her a small locker where she could place her clothes. She quickly undressed and put on the skimpy bikini she had brought along as her costume for the night. "Is good bikini. Is weasel ?" asked the tall girl who had introduced herself as Ana. The other two were Masha and Megan. "Yes, Wicked Weasel" Debbi confirmed the brand. It was by far her skimpiest bikini and she had only got up the nerve to wear it on the final few days of her most recent holiday in Tenerife, where its' brevity was confirmed by the tan lines that were visible from where she had worn her other bikinis.

"It good for show. Boys not mind" Ana decided when Debbi mentioned the tan lines. She put on the blonde wig and set about touching up her own makeup. "Wig is good. Perverts not recognize you" Ana approved.

Debbi was in the middle of showing the other girls her tan lines when the manager returned. "Wow, so that's what you were hiding under that conservative business suit ! I knew you were a pretty face but didn't realize it was such a rocking body. OK, so some of our customers may go for bigger tits but we've got Ana here to cater for that crowd" he asserted. "You got cheek" Ana pouted. "Sexy tan lines by the way" the manager added.

He then became more business like as he addressed Debbi further. "Right, so we open in 15 minutes. Kaitlynne told you that you'll dance four ten minute slots ?" Debbi nodded in confirmation. "The girls will go on first. I suggest you watch from the wings to get a feel for things. Don't bother worrying about matching their moves, I'll introduce you and explain all the circumstances." "Not in too much detail I hope ?" Debbi reminded him. The manager laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell them your life story. Just watch the girls first and get a feel for how they work the room and end up with all those lovely tips !"

"Are you planning on going any further than the bikini ?" he asked as an after thought. "Maybe I'll take the top off ?" Debbi conceded. "Ah, I can see you're a real trooper. That'd be great. But not too soon, see how the girls do it. We're a classy establishment, nothing too explicit, more of a tease."

Debbi watched from the side of the stage as Megan, Masha and Ana went through their routines. She could not really see the size and the makeup of the audience but was captivated by and in awe of the girls' performances. The looseness of their limbs, the ease and athleticism with which they launched into their gymnastic displays on the pole. She could just see a few hands coming forward to insert money into the waistband of their panties. All three girls had chosen lingerie rather than bikinis, though Ana had said they sometimes changed costumes for later slots.

It was finally Debbi's turn and her nervousness increased as the manager went on stage to announce her. He held up his hand as his unscheduled appearance on stage was greeted by good natured booing. "Yes, OK, I know you don't want to see me and I don't usually announce the acts but tonight is just a little different. As you know, we pride ourselves on our professionalism and never have anything as crass as an amateur night. But our lovely Kaitlynne is indisposed this evening ( murmurs of disappointment ) Yes, I know you all love her but her bairn's poorly and she's at home looking after him ( ah ! ) However, a good friend of hers has very kindly agreed to step into the breach. Now, she's not a professional, which is why I've come out to beg your indulgence if her dancing is not quite up to the standard of the rest of the girls. In fact, she is actually a high flying business executive in the I.T. field and that just goes to show what a loyal friend she is ( cheers of agreement ) So, I won't bore you any longer but just ask you to give a warm welcome to the lovely Debbi !"

Too much information, Debbi gasped. Why did he need to say all that ? And he used my real name !