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Debbi walked out into the spot lit area and over to the pole. The stage was circular and raised a couple of feet above the general level of the club. She did not recognize the generic dance music that was being played and only knew that she was to continue her act until the track ceased, which would be her cue to leave the stage.

Debbi's appearance met with general approval from the crowd, whose interest had been perked by the novelty value of the manager's introduction. A couple of the guys in the audience were particularly intrigued by the announcement. Sam and Charlie were both execs in a multinational telecommunications company whose UK head office was in the town and they were winding down in the club over drinks after a particularly stressful day. Sam worked in accounts but Charlie was high up in the tech department.

"Hey, I know an I.T. exec called Debbi. Had some tough negotiations with her over a recent contract. It'd be really funny if it was her" Charlie remarked, before Debbi had made her entrance. "Well, is it her ?" Sam asked expectantly as Debbi stepped forward into the light. "Well, there is some similarity. But the Debbi I know is a brunette" Charlie pondered. "Could be a wig ?" Sam argued.

Debbi meanwhile began her routine oblivious of all this. Her dancing had loosened up and improved slightly over the last few days, though she still struggled in the high heels. The customers did not seem to mind, however, and it wasn't long before men began approaching the stage waving notes of various denominations. Taking her lead from what she had seen the Ukrainian girls do, Debbi edged toward the front of the stage and stooped so that the men could tuck notes into the waistband of her skimpy bikini bottoms, before provocatively scooting away from the edge again and shaking her bum.

Debbi thought it must be nearing the end of her first set and was time to shed her bikini top. Though actually she had misjudged the passage of time and was only about halfway through her allotted ten minutes. She thought she could hear some cries of appreciation over the sound of the music, as she turned to face the audience and shook her tits.

"Mmm, nice tits. A bit on the small side but perky" Sam said. "Is it the girl you know ?" Charlie admitted that he could not be certain. "What with her being up on the stage there and with that wig, if it is a wig, and all that heavy stage makeup. Pity this place is so strict about photos, I could have sneaked one and run it through facial recognition !"

"Why not go up and stuff some money in her knickers ? Get a close look ?" Sam suggested. "I haven't got any cash, only plastic" Charlie lamented. "I've got notes, I'll stand you one" Sam offered, as they both watched Debbi rubbing herself up against the pole, with one tit either side.

"Damn !" Charlie cried. After much back and forth with Sam about whether or not he would accept the loan of some notes to stuff down Debbi's bikini bottoms, he was just about to make his way up to the stage when the music stopped and Debbi turned and waltzed off , her first set completed. "She'll be back on later" Sam consoled his friend. "Yeah, as soon as she takes the top off next time I'm up there. Want to get a good close up view of those tits !"

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Debbi was happy to have got the first set out of the way and was not too displeased with how it had gone. Compared to the earlier gigs, this one was stress free, albeit she was still taking her clothes off in public. "You get good tips" Ana said with a hint of jealousy, as Debbi picked the notes out of her waistband and made a mental note of how much there was. "Probably for the novelty value of a new face. Certainly not for my dancing but at least it'll help Kaitlynne out" Debbi replied. "You give to Kaitlynne ? You good friend" Ana approved. "I try" said Debbi, as she settled down to catch a moment's rest.

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"I'm going to go and have a word with that manager" said Charlie, heading for the bar. "I like the new girl" he began. "Not really a new girl, she's only temporary, standing in tonight" the manager corrected him. "So that story you told before she came on is true then ?" "Yeah, quite funny really" the manager agreed. "So you know where she works then ?" Charlie asked the question he badly wanted the answer to. "No idea" answered the manager. "And I wouldn't tell you if I did, we respect our girl's privacy" "Of course, of course, as it should be. I wonder if she's a natural blonde though ? Reckon she'll take those bottoms off ?" Charlie persisted. "Who knows ?" the manager shrugged. "But all these girls shave nowadays anyway, so I doubt that would tell you anything !" "You're probably right" Charlie laughed. "Anyway, I can tell you that's a wig. She's actually a brunette" the manager let slip.

"What did he say ?" Sam asked when Charlie returned to their table. "Not a lot, he's very cagey about letting slip any info about the girls but he did confirm that's a wig and she's really a brunette." "So it could be this Debbi you know ?" "Well, I don't know her as such but I have had business dealings with her on a couple of occasions and yeah, I'm more and more inclined to think that it is."

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It was time for Debbi's second appearance of the night. She quickly adjusted her bikini bottoms. She'd forgotten just how skimpy these bottoms were and at the front they were almost in danger of disappearing between the lips of her labia ! She hadn't decided yet if at any stage she was going to remove the bottoms while dancing but she wanted any display to be voluntary and not by accident !

The stage lighting still made it difficult for her to see whether the club was more or less full than earlier but Debbi preferred it that way, she had no desire to make eye contact with anyone. She particularly avoided direct eye contact with any of the guys coming to stuff notes into her bottoms, contenting herself with smiling vaguely in their direction. It also wasn't possible to hear much else over the sound of the pounding music but she once again sensed the approval when she took off her bikini top to bare her breasts.

"Those sure are some nice tits" Sam affirmed again. "Here" he said, handing Charlie a twenty. "Go and stuff this in her pants !"

Debbi saw another guy approaching the stage and waving money, so she again edged to the front and knelt to give him access to the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Previously the men who had come forward had restricted themselves to tucking the notes into the elastic at the side but this guy brazenly reached in and pulled out the front of her bikini, taking advantage of the access thus provided to run his finger fully up and down her slit as he inserted the £20 note.

Debbi gasped and was further disconcerted when the guy said clearly "Good to see you again Debbi !" She felt her face flushing. Did she know that voice ?

"Everything OK girls ?" the manager asked, as he checked in with them during the scheduled break. "Debbi worry. She think pervert know her" Ana pronounced. "I do wish you'd stop calling the customers perverts Ana" the manager admonished her. "They are sophisticated connoisseurs" he asserted. "Pah !" Ana snorted. The manager turned to Debbi. "What's the problem ?" he asked. "Some guy came up and stuffed a twenty in my pants and then said 'nice to see you again Debbi.'" She did not bother mentioning how he had almost fingered her whilst doing so.

"He was probably just being a dick. I did announce you as Debbi after all" the manager rationalized. "But I thought maybe I recognized his voice" Debbi responded. "There was a guy asking questions at the bar" the manager admitted. "You didn't tell him anything ?" said Debbi. "No, of course not. Look, it's not a big deal. You have total deniability. They can't take photos, you've got your wig and if he ever says anything it's his word against yours." The manager didn't see any need to tell Debbi that he had inadvertently let slip that she was in reality a brunette. "Pervert not want to admit he in club like this" Ana added. "We're a perfectly respectable establishment" the manager protested. "Pah !" said Ana. "But she has a point" the manager conceded.

"Ana, if Debbi here's nervous, maybe next set you and Masha can join her in a threesome ? You know, the one where two of the girls totally strip the other ?" he suggested. "Is good idea. We show her" Ana agreed.

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"Saw you having a crafty grope" Sam laughed as Charlie returned to their table. "Well, it proved that guy at the bar was right when he reckoned that they all shave" Charlie laughed in turn. "So you think it's her ?" Sam enquired. "Absolutely, I could feel her tense up when I spoke to her and the look on her face !" Charlie was now sure. "Bloody shame they'll jump on you here if you use the phone, otherwise I could text some of the other guys to get down here" he lamented. "You could always text from the gents ?" Sam suggested.

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"Blimey, you got here quick" said Charlie as he and Sam were joined at their table by two other young guys, just as Megan began the third round of dances by the girls for that evening. "We were only around the corner in the pub. What's all this about that Debbi bitch ?" one of the newcomers wanted to know.

Debbi had not really been a bitch in any way in her encounter with these two young software engineers but she had stood her ground on behalf of the company and pointed out in no uncertain terms that the reason the network that had just been installed for their company was not working properly, was down to an error on their part and not the equipment. The fact that she was right only made the situation worse as far as their wounded masculine pride was concerned.

Charlie explained that she would soon be dancing on the stage in front of them. "What ? Like this girl ?" One of the engineers pointed to Megan. "How come ?" Charlie explained that Debbi wouldn't be just like Megan since she could hardly dance but otherwise she would be equally exposed. "There was some cock and bull story about her standing in for the night for a friend" he added. "And you're sure it's her ? Sounds too good to be true." The newcomers remained sceptical. "You'll see for yourself" Charlie answered. "She was announced earlier as an I.T. executive called Debbi. She's wearing a blonde wig but it's her alright. I spooked her when I went up to stuff a twenty in her knickers and called her Debbi !"

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"You put on own knickers and bra for this." Ana was explaining how the routine with her and Masha would go. "You just stand. We dance around. Then take knickers off and bra. You dance, we make space, keep perverts off." Debbi wasn't sure how this was any particular improvement on her going out again and dancing on her own but Ana seemed convinced. And as the manager had pointed out, she had full deniability if this was ever mentioned outside of this evening.

Debbi was now wearing her favourite black lace bra and thong set with the decorative red bows. What had been practiced in the dressing room with Ana and Masha hardly counted as a rehearsal but she told herself the quality of the performance didn't really matter to her and she trusted the two Ukrainian girls not to make it a complete fiasco.

"This is different" said Charlie as the trio appeared on stage. "She danced on her own before and wore a tiny bikini not lingerie" he explained to the newcomers, who were nevertheless happy enough with the sight in front of them. "And that's a wig ?" one asked. "Yeah, can't you tell ?" Charlie responded. "It does look a bit false" the young engineer conceded.

The three women moved seductively around the stage for a couple of minutes as the music blared out. It was posing more than dancing but the audience were content with views of the three thong clad asses. Ana and Masha then manoeuvred Debbi into the centre of the three of them and Ana deftly unclasped her bra. Those who had been in attendance all evening had already seen Debbi's tits but the two newcomers at Charlie and Sam's table were ecstatic. "Never thought I'd get to see those !" one exclaimed. "And her ass too" added his friend.

But that was not the end of the act. After 'dancing' for another minute or two, Ana and Masha stood either side of Debbi and lowered her knickers all the way to her ankles, whereupon she daintily stepped out of them. She was now spot lit naked on stage in all her full frontal glory !

"It's no good, I've got to get a photo of this" asserted one of the engineers but before Charlie could warn him, one of the brawny club bouncers had grabbed hold of his wrist and claimed the phone he was in the process of aiming at the stage. A brief scuffle ensued. "Can't you read, photography strictly forbidden." The scuffle continued but the bouncer easily claimed the phone before any photo was taken. "But that's my phone" the lad complained. "You get it back when you leave" he was told in no uncertain terms.

Sam and the other engineer were caught up in watching this altercation between the bouncer and their friend but Charlie was observant enough to notice that a punter at an adjacent table had taken advantage of the fact that the bouncers were pre-occupied to shoot a couple of photos of his own of the naked Debbi up there on stage. Charlie sidled over to him. "Couldn't send me copies of those could you ?" he asked with a wink, writing down his number on a napkin.

No good deed goes unpunished

Now wounded masculine pride is going to be assuaged by putting the IT company out of business.

Or will it? How will Debbi survive? Will her IT company hand over their top executive and lose business to the new company? Will Debbi's company kill the goose that lays the golden egg?

Note that ganders do not lay eggs!

Debbifan wrote: Sat Jun 07, 2025 8:36 am
"Hey, I know an I.T. exec called Debbi. Had some tough negotiations with her over a recent contract. It'd be really funny if it was her" Charlie remarked, before Debbi had made her entrance. "Well, is it her ?" Sam asked expectantly as Debbi stepped forward into the light. "Well, there is some similarity. But the Debbi I know is a brunette" Charlie pondered. "Could be a wig ?" Sam argued.

"Mmm, nice tits. A bit on the small side but perky" Sam said. "Is it the girl you know ?" Charlie admitted that he could not be certain. "What with her being up on the stage there and with that wig, if it is a wig, and all that heavy stage makeup. Pity this place is so strict about photos, I could have sneaked one and run it through facial recognition !"

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"This is different" said Charlie as the trio appeared on stage. "And that's a wig ?" one asked. "Yeah, can't you tell ?" Charlie responded. "It does look a bit false" the young engineer conceded.

I love the slow build up of suspense - the "Is it her or isn't it" dialog. Expertly written. Can't wait for the big reveal when they all get confirmation.

Hooked6

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"What bouncers doing ?" Ana asked the manager back in the changing room, as Megan headed out for a quick reappearance to fill the hiatus on stage. She had noticed the small disturbance while dancing with Debbi and Masha. "Just some guy trying to sneak a photo" the manager explained. "Don't worry, they confiscated his phone before the guy had time to do anything" he added, seeing the look of alarm on Debbi's face. "It happens from time to time but our boys are super hot, they never get past them." "Bouncers good with perverts" Ana agreed.

"You've got one set left to do" the manager addressed Debbi. "Do you want to go up again next ? We won't land you with closing out the night, Ana and Masha can do that" he offered. "Oh, OK, fine" answered Debbi. She knew she was supposed to do another dance and had no objection to finishing a little early. "Put that bikini back on for this one" the manager suggested as he returned to his place at the bar.

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"Wow, here she comes again" said Charlie as Debbi appeared once more, solo this time. "That's the bikini she had on before you two came" he informed the two young engineers. "Blimey, there's not much to it is there ? Reckon she dares to wear that on the beach ?" one of them wondered. "Doesn't look like it from the tan lines" Sam laughed, as Debbi presented them with a back view. The other engineer was still fretting about the loss of his phone. "Stop moaning" Charlie admonished him. "You'll get it back when we leave and I'll forward these pics on to you." Charlie had risked the briefest of glances at what the punter from the adjacent table had sent but he did not want to run the risk of having his phone also confiscated and the photos being deleted. "I don't think she'll be dancing again tonight after this one. We can maybe nip out to the pub before closing time and have a look at them properly there ?" he suggested to the others.

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Debbi took her top off before the end of the dance but did not think it was necessary to get fully naked again, especially since her bikini bottoms had once more been stuffed with several notes of varying denominations. She was careful to place these with the other tips she had collected as she removed the bottoms back in the dressing room. She would take this money to Kaitlynne after her final gig at the leaving do tomorrow lunchtime. "Thanks for standing in tonight" said the manager, who had followed her back into the dressing room. "No problem" Debbi replied. "The girls have been lovely" she thanked the three Ukrainians. "Is OK" said Ana, passing to go back out and dance. "Look, if you ever want to make a little more extra cash on the side, let Kaitlynne know and I'm sure we could give you a gig or two" the manager proposed. Debbi laughed. "What ? With my dancing skills ?" "Masha gives lessons on the pole. I'm sure you'll pick it up in no time, you're certainly fit enough" countered the manager. "Er, thanks but no thanks" Debbi replied as emphatically as she could. She was packing the blonde wig into her bag along with the bikini and suddenly realised that she had been happily chatting to the manager while still stark naked. Oh well, it seemed perfectly natural in the context of the dressing room, though divesting herself of the wig had somehow returned her to Debbi the serious business woman, as opposed to any assumed alter ego. "Well, if you change your mind..." the manager left hanging as he left her to get dressed.

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Although they were all taking public transport home, Charlie, Sam and the engineers realized they had not eaten since lunch time and so headed to the nearest burger bar instead of the pub after leaving Pussy Paradise. As they sat munching their way through the fast food, Charlie forwarded to the other three the photos he had been sent by the guy on the adjacent table in the club. "Hey, these have come out really clear" one of the young engineers opined. "Thanks to you making such a fuss with the bouncer over him confiscating your phone and causing a long enough diversion" his friend joked.

There were two photos showing Debbi in all her full frontal glory after her knickers had been taking down and another rear view as the three girls paraded around the stage. "Here, let me run this through PimEyes" said Charlie, taking one of the frontal shots where the bewigged Debbi's face was visible. "Bingo !" he exclaimed, as the results page alighted on Debbi's profile pic from the company web site. The foursome laughed to have their suspicions as to the dancer's identity 100% confirmed. "I'm gonna make a dressed / undressed collage with these" Charlie asserted. "Send it around to the other guys on WhatsApp !"

As they continued eating, they regaled each other with tales of how difficult it had been to negotiate with Debbi and how she had this annoying habit of being right when there had been problems with the implementation of the system. Suddenly Sam looked over to the queue at the counter. "Well, well" he said. "Look who's just walked in !"

Debbi's stomach grumbled for lack of food as she left the club. The smell from the fast food burger joint was too much to resist and she thought one burger would not do much harm to her careful healthy eating diet. She had just paid and collected the bun when she heard someone calling. "Hey, Debbi !"

She turned to see a group of four young men seated at a table by the window, three of whom she recognized from one of their customers. She wasn't in any mood to interact but it would be rude to ignore them and not conducive to good customer relations. "Oh, hi. Fancy seeing you here" she returned the greeting. It was Charlie who had called over to her. "This is my mate Sam from our accounts department. He pays all those exorbitant bills your company sends us." Debbi nodded at Sam. "You know these two reprobates" Charlie laughed, indicating the engineers. "Oh yeah, hi, how's the network ?" Debbi asked. "Seems to all be running smooth now" one of the engineers grudgingly admitted.

"What you been doing ?" Debbi felt obliged to ask. "Oh, just winding down after a hard day at the coal face. Couple of pubs, couple of clubs" Charlie replied. Debbi felt her cheeks flush. Had his been the voice she thought she recognized in the club ? "How about you ? What have you been up to this evening ?" Charlie asked the obvious question. "Oh, just been to see a movie" Debbi improvised. "Yeah, what one ?" asked Sam. "Er, the latest Marvel blockbuster, forgot the name already" Debbi bluffed. There was always a Marvel blockbuster on somewhere she reasoned. "Any good ?" asked one of the engineers with a smirk. "Oh you know. The usual kind of thing. They're all the same after a while" Debbi continued to bluff. "Yeah, I guess. A bit like dancers in a strip joint" the other engineer said, to laughter from his colleagues.

Debbi's face burned. Damn this blushing, she thought. Why can't I control it ? She clasped her burger tightly. "Oh well, better get going. Work again tomorrow" she said, anxious to get out of there. "Sadly true" agreed Charlie. "Think what it must be like for people moonlighting at two jobs" he said pointedly. "Er, yeah" Debbi replied. "Well then, see you around." She hurried away. "Don't be a stranger" Charlie called after her and she could hear the others laughing.

Debbi cringed. She was certain that group must have been in the club and had recognized her in spite of the wig. The thought turned her stomach and she cursed the manager for introducing her as Debbi but consoled herself that it remained deniable if necessary and there would not be any photographs of her.

Back in the burger bar, the four young men took out their phones again. "Even prettier in person" said Sam. "But she was still a bitch" the engineers insisted unreasonably.

Do those punters like sleeping indoors and buying food? If they do, it takes a bitch to keep their network up.

It had taken Debbi a long time to fall asleep. She had lain there running imaginary conversations through her head, in which she rehearsed her arguments to deny that she was the blonde dancer on stage at Pussy Paradise, should that ever become necessary. But once she finally did fall asleep, she overslept and consequently had to grab a quick bowl of cereal before taking a hurried shower. As she stood naked in her bedroom blow drying her hair, she considered what to wear for her final gig this lunchtime as Kaitlynne's stand-in. Some guy's leaving do. The Ann Summers lingerie set, complete with stockings and suspenders, lay on her bed. Whilst carefully applying a heavier set of makeup than she would normally wear for work, she settled on the idea of a sexy secretary look. A crisp white blouse, leaving an extra button undone, together with the tightest and shortest black skirt that she owned, that only fell to mid thigh and that she hardly ever had occasion to wear.

Satisfied, Debbi rushed to the car and set off for the pub in Camberley. It was only as she hit the dual carriageway that she realized she had once again forgotten the blonde wig. A quick glance at the digital clock in the car told her that there was not time to turn around and go back for it.

As she walked nervously into the pub in which she was booked to perform, Debbi was disconcerted to hear a voice say "Debbi, what are you doing here ?" "Oh, Sonia. Hi, I was just passing" Debbi replied lamely. "Like the new look" remarked the woman who had accosted her, though the look of disdain suggested she was scornful of the uncharacteristic amount of cleavage and leg that Debbi was displaying. Debbi was aghast. She knew Sonia from networking among the other local I.T. companies. "What are you doing here ?" she felt compelled to ask. "It's Kemal's leaving do. You ought to know all about that, your lot poached him !"

The cogs of Debbi's brain began whirring and the conclusion they were coming to had hideous implications. She did indeed know that this young programmer Kemal was joining her team. It had been her that had interviewed him for goodness sake. But that was weeks ago and had completely slipped her mind in the intervening period while he worked his notice. She hadn't dreamed that this gig would be his leaving do. What the hell was she going to do ? "Come and join us at the bar" Sonia called before Debbi could come to any conclusion.

Debbi desperately scanned the room as she followed Sonia over to the bar. She saw the guy Kemal at a corner table, centre of attention to a small crowd. There was nobody else there that she recognized but that was a small mercy; Sonia and Kemal were more than enough to make the situation untenable. She had to try and gather her thoughts. "Take a pew" Sonia offered as they reached the bar. "Guys, this is Debbi. She's going to be Kemal's new boss" she introduced her to a couple of fellow managers at the bar. Debbi clambered up onto a bar stool and the tight mini skirt immediately travelled up her legs towards her crotch. Crossing her legs only succeeded in revealing her stocking tops and a stretch of white thigh. "Didn't have you down as a stockings girl Debbi." Sonia smirked at Debbi's discomfort as the latter tugged ineffectually at the hem of her skirt. Sonia took out her mobile. "Just need to call someone, we've got a bit of a situation" she explained.

Debbi hoped that her face did not betray her as she listened to Sonia's one way conversation on the phone. "Your girl still hasn't turned up....I couldn't care less if she's a stand in or not, we paid good money for a show....How does it help me if you sack the regular girl ?....Yeah, OK, you phone her but I expect results.... Sorry about that" Sonia said to Debbi , just as Debbi's mobile phone rang. She took it out and looked at the number before declining to take the call. She had been horrified by the implied threat to terminate Kaitlynne's contract. Apart from anything else, that would render all that she had already done this week pointless. She decided to throw herself on Sonia's mercy. Surely as a serious business woman she would have some fellow feeling for her counterpart ? After all, Kemal was not expecting a surprise stripper and would not register the failure of one to appear. And Debbi could offer to recompense the fee for the booking.

Lowering her voice, Debbi leaned in and quickly explained the circumstances and that she was doing a good turn for a friend and how it would be so embarrassing for her to have to perform here and now under these circumstances. But instead of being sympathetic and understanding as Debbi had hoped, an ominous smile spread slowly over Sonia's face. "I must admit, I did wonder about the slutty outfit" was all that she said once Debbi had finished talking. Instead, she took out her phone again.

"Yeah, she's here now but she says she's not going to dance....Some story about there being someone in the pub that knows her...We booked with your agency in good faith expecting a professional service....Yeah, I'll hold the line." Sonia looked at Debbi with a big grin as Debbi's phone rang once more. This time she picked up and Sonia was able to hear both ends of the conversation. "Yes, I know I agreed to help Kaitlynne but I know some of these people....I know that's not your problem...I can pay back the booking fee....Trust Pilot ?....Yes, I do know the damage a negative review can do....But you can't sack Kaitlynne, that's not fair, she has a sick baby and a Jack Russell....Sod it then, OK." Debbi ended the call.

"Oh, so she will now then will she ? Thank you." Sonia also ended her call. "Oh dear Debbi" she grinned. "Looks like you're going to have to get your kit off !"

"And we expect the Full Monty too, that's what we stipulated in the contract !" Sonia was gleeful. She didn't have any particular personal animus towards Debbi but she did have a sadistic streak and this was just too good an opportunity to pass up with which to humiliate a rival. Plus, they had hired a stripper after all. And Debbi had seemingly volunteered willingly to help out this friend of hers. It was all just too delicious.

Seeing the look on Debbi's face, Sonia did decide to relent just a little. "Look, I'll cut you some slack" she told her. "I won't tell anyone who you are. They'll just think of you as the stripper. It'll only be me and Kemal that'll know."

"But you told those two guys when I came in" Debbi pointed out, indicating the other managers sitting nearby, who had been observing with great interest her unequal battle to stop the mini skirt bunching up completely around her waist. "Oh yeah" Sonia admitted. "But they're not really here for Kemal's leaving. They just came for a spot of lunch and will probably go as soon as they finish eating. You stay over here at the bar and I'll call you over when we're ready for you."

Debbi could hear snatches of the speeches from across the room. The usual mix of anecdotes recalling amusing incidents, thanks for all the hard work Kemal had put in and best wishes for success in his future career. The card that everyone had signed was produced and the DAB radio that had been bought as a gift handed over. Debbi then heard Sonia raise her voice. "That leaves just one final gift for Kemal before we all head on back to work. Cue the music" she called.

Sonia looked over to the bar and beckoned Debbi forward, just as someone pulled up the file from their phone and the brassy sound of the traditional stripper theme began to blare out. Debbi tried her best to paint a fixed smile onto her face as she climbed down off of the bar stool and tugged at her inadequate skirt. Slowly she started walking over to the expectant group.

Debbi's next gig: entertaining her own company. "If we meet our goals this month, if you are good little boys, you can attend a party with me and my office manager Kaitlynne stripping. Good things happen when you work for me."

There had been an interesting dynamic when Debbi had interviewed Kemal for the vacancy with the company. It had soon become clear that the handsome young man of south Asian descent was more than qualified for the job. And so Debbi's mind had fallen to wondering how much he might know about tantric sex, while Kemal was wondering in turn about what might lie beneath that conservative business suit and how it would be a considerable perk to be working for such a fanciable boss !

So he was stunned to suddenly see her appear before him, dressed considerably less conservatively than she had been at the interview and with stripper music blaring in the background. "Debbi?" he gasped. Debbi held her finger to her lips to shush him as she began to unbutton her blouse. She had no intention of prolonging the agony with an extended tease and in no time at all she was down to just her Ann Summers underwear. Studiously avoiding looking at Sonia, she advanced on Kemal and thrust a foot up onto the arm of his chair, inviting him to pull down her stockings. She leant into him, accentuating her cleavage as she whispered into his ear. "There's a story behind this that I'll explain later. But this never happened, right ?" she insisted.

"Um, sure, er, right" the bemused Kemal agreed. Debbi turned her back on him to allow him to unclasp her bra, before turning and shaking her tits. She peeled her knickers down just as the stripper song ended , raising her hands in a 'ta da' gesture to indicate the end of the act. She became aware of the rest of the party at this point, of whom she had been oblivious thus far. They were a rowdy bunch and definitely enjoying the show. Debbi began considering the problem of gathering up her scattered clothes and scooting to the ladies to get dressed but before she could do that, Sonia grabbed hold of her wrist. "Who thinks this naughty girl deserves a spanking ?" she yelled. To a chorus of approval, she pulled the now naked Debbi forward to topple head first over Kemal's lap !

Debbi's world had turned upside down. Literally. Her face was almost in the beer stained carpet of the pub and her tits were hanging down. Her new employee's hand was grabbing her bare ass, where he had taken a firm grip to stop her toppling off of his lap and onto the floor after Sonia's surprise intervention. "You're supposed to be spanking her Kem, not copping a feel", Debbi heard a random voice call out. "That's right", Debbi now heard Sonia's voice agreeing. "Six of the best Kemal !"

Kemal's thoughts were as confused as Debbi's. He had this beautiful stark naked body draped across his lap, with an eminently spankable bare bottom uppermost. But this was not just any beautiful bare body. It was his boss to be ! What implications would this have for his new employment ? She had whispered to him that there was an explanation. Casting these thoughts aside, he brought his hand down firmly on Debbi's ass. The sound of the slap reverberated around the pub as Debbi's flesh shook from the blow. "Ow" came a muffled cry from close down by the floor. The crowd counted happily as Kemal administered the required six blows. He finished his task to a round of applause and a chorus of 'For He's A Jolly Good Fellow'.

Debbi took advantage of this distraction to clamber to her feet, scoop up her clothes and bag and rush to the sanctuary of the ladies. In a vacant cubicle, she hastily dressed in her knickers, blouse and mini skirt, stuffing the bra and stockings into her bag. Emerging from the loo, she spotted a convenient side exit and snuck out through that without having to traverse the bar.

Once outside and sitting in her car, Debbi pondered what to do. She did not want to stew all weekend worrying about what would be an excruciatingly awkward reunion with Kemal on Monday morning. She watched Sonia and the others as they left the pub. They were all returning to work but Kemal was receiving hugs ands handshakes and it appeared that he had been given the afternoon off on his final day. Since he had been drinking, he didn't have his car with him and so he began walking across the car park towards the bus stop. Debbi beeped her horn and wound down the car window. "Need a lift ?" she offered.

Kemal climbed into the passenger seat. Debbi's hopeless mini skirt had once more ridden up around her waist. Men are strange creatures. Kemal had just had his pretty new boss spreadeagled stark naked across his lap and felt the warmth of her flesh under the palm of his hand. But the exposure of so much bare leg coupled with a glimpse of panties and the fact that Debbi was obviously not now wearing a bra were enough to make his cock twitch.

"I said there was an explanation to all this" Debbi began as they remained sitting in the car park. She commenced to give a slightly doctored version of the truth, in which Kaitlynne morphed into a lifelong friend from school days. She explained how she had felt compelled to help out the struggling and desperate single parent in her hour of need. How she had stood in for her to save her from losing her job with the agency. Debbi didn't feel it was necessary to go into details about all the other gigs she had covered that week.

"I had no idea that it was going to be your leaving do. I begged Sonia to let me off when I found out and I even offered to pay back the fee they had paid but she was having none of it. She thought it was funny and threatened to have my friend sacked if I didn't strip !" "Yeah, that sounds like Sonia" Kemal conceded. "So we're agreed then ? This never happened, right ?" Debbi urged. "Absolutely" replied Kemal. "Though I can't erase my memory banks" he added with a grin, causing Debbi to blush. Kemal was simply relieved that the incident was not going to effect his new job.

"God, this is so embarrassing" gasped Debbi, as reality hit and she placed her hand over her mouth. "No need to be" Kemal reassured her. "You were being a good and loyal friend. It was an admirable thing to do, karma will reward you" he continued, before spoiling it slightly by adding, "Anyway, you've got a rocking body !" His phone then vibrated with an incoming. Debbi looked at him quizzically. "Anything important ?"

"Only a photo one of the guys took" Kemal replied noncommittedly. Debbi caught a sight of the photo before Kemal had a chance to hide the screen. It depicted her hanging over Kemal's lap, with his hand raised preparing to strike ! Worse still, she had chosen that moment to turn her head towards the camera so that her face was clearly recognisable. "Oh my god, are you going to delete that ?" Debbi cried. "Do I have to ?" Kemal joked. "Well, put it this way, I wouldn't be best pleased to ever see it pop up as somebody's screen saver" Debbi continued. Kemal laughed and made an ostentatious show of pressing delete on his phone. "You're a gentleman" Debbi complimented him. Kemal didn't mention that he had already received half a dozen other pics, including a spectacularly clear full frontal of Debbi in the 'ta da' pose. Plus he could always get his mate to resend the photo he had just deleted.

Debbi started the car engine. "You'll have to give me directions to your place" she said, happy to have cleared the air and made the best of a bad job.

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Debbi had brought takeaway pizza and a bottle of wine as she turned up at Kaitlynne's on Saturday for an afternoon of girls' talk.

K (aitlynne) : ( Laughing ) I don't believe you Deb, you're outrageous. You go girl ! I've never shagged one of the customers !

D (ebbi) : Well, he wasn't a customer really. His work mates had paid hadn't they ? He was just the recipient.

K : Well, yeah, if you're going to split hairs. But still. How did it happen ?

D : So, like I said. I'd wanted to talk to him, you know explain and all that.

K : You were so unlucky, it being his leaving do out of all the people it could have been.

D : Tell me about it ! Anyway, when we got back to his place he said ' do you want a coffee ?' And I was like, sure. Then I said maybe he could finish off the spanking.

K : ( shrieking ) Why did you say that ?

D : I dunno, it just kind of popped out. I think there was that photo on his phone, it was just still uppermost in my mind. And I guess after a week of taking my clothes off I was feeling horny.

K : So did he ?

D : Yeah. He said I was a very naughty boss, moonlighting when I should have been at work. So I stripped off and got back over his lap and he walloped me another dozen or so times !

K : ( who hadn't stopped laughing ) And then ?

D : He said I'd gotten him all worked up and he needed a blow job.

K : Blimey, did it taste of curry ?

D : I didn't swallow ! And anyway he could go for hours without coming as I found out !

K : But what about back at work on Monday ?

D : We agreed again that it never happened. Anyway, he's married.

K : What ?

D : Well, kind of. Betrothed or whatever they call it. One of those arranged marriages. She's back in Pakistan until she's old enough.

K : But it was still sort of adultery ? What about their religion ?

D : He said the Imam reckons it doesn't count if it's a white woman 'cos we've got such loose morals.

K : That's convenient for them.

D : That's what I thought but who cares when they're so good in bed !

D : ( watching him crawl around the floor ) So the bairn's better ?

K : He is. Honestly, I can't tell you how grateful I am to you. And letting me keep the money from the gigs too. And all those tips from Pussy Paradise ! They loved you there. Dermot keeps telling me he'd have you back any time.

D : I know, he told me that on the night. Goodness knows why with my terrible dancing !

K : But I can always give you more lessons.

D : Er, thanks but no thanks !

K : Seriously, how did it go there ?

D : It was fine. I think there were a couple of guys there who knew me and thought they recognized me but as Dermot said, it's all deniable with the blonde wig.

K : Exactly. And you know with the club there's no way anyone has any photos.

D : No, thank god. ( assuming an Ana voice ) Bouncers deal with perverts !

K : ( laughing ) Ana's great isn't she ? She comes across so fierce but really she's an old mother hen taking care of us all.

D : I know. You should have seen her when I first turned up and she thought I'd taken your job. I was worried she was going to thump me !

K : But I mean really, what about coming along with me sometimes ? We could work on a double act, a kind of make believe lesbian thing ? The punters would love that and think of the tips ? You're a natural.

D : ( shaking her head ) No, I don't think so. I've had more than enough of a taste this week, thank you very much.

K : Well think about it. I promised Dermot that I'd try. It wouldn't be every week. At least come round here next week and we can try out a routine ?

D : We'll see !

It appears that Kemal and Debbi have reached an agreement.

When will the other shoe fall?