"That's great, Slugger," Wyatt replied, "as long as he makes you happy that's good enough for me."
"Talk to you more when I see you," she finished up, "nite."
That night she had a dream about her first Christmas in California. Achieving her dream of Hollywood stardom had been more expensive, and taken longer, than she anticipated. She had to shell out two months of rent in advance in addition to a month's security deposit. Coupled with all the other monthly and daily expenses, she had quickly depleted her small savings nest egg from Nebraska. Since she was new to the Cheesecake Factory, they were only giving her between fifteen and twenty hours a week until she proved her dependability and competence. One December day an opportunity to make some fast, and a relatively large amount of, cash fell into her lap.
Every Wednesday night a group of five men would patronize the restaurant and usually sat at one of her tables. She didn't think it was intentional, just a coincidence until they presented her with a proposal. They were friendly enough and had guessed she was an aspiring actress; which was very common in California. She had admitted that breaking into the business was more difficult than she had anticipated and when they asked if she was looking to increase her income, Penny had reluctantly admitted she was almost desperate. They asked her to come back to the table and talk on her break, and she agreed.
The group seemed harmless enough. They were always joking good-naturedly among themselves and always friendly...good tippers, too. Penny had even gotten to know their names. The most visible was a tall, bald black man who they called Charles. He must have been six foot six and actually did remind her of Charles Barkley. Harvey, the one who had invited her to talk, was about six feet tall and of average build with wavy black hair. The other black man of the group was named Duval and reminded Penny of Morgan Freeman. Patrick was shorter and heavier than the rest and kept his hair in a ponytail. The fifth member of the group, Johnny, was kind of a slick talker and was about six foot two and of solid build. She guessed they were all in their late thirties.
On her break, Penny sat at their table and Harvey outlined the proposal: "here's the thing Penny: we've all been friends since high school and all remained in the area. We are all successful business men and each Christmas season we throw ourselves a little private party...you know so we can reminisce and catch up...just to relax. It's just the five of us; no wives; and we usually hire someone to entertain us. This entails dancing and stripping and entertaining. Don't worry though, no one will ask to have intercourse with you...the wives have made that clear to us." Listening intently, as soon as Harvey said the word intercourse, Penny nearly giggled because all she could think of was Sheldon's constant and annoying use of the word coitus.
"We employed another aspiring actress the last two years but she moved back East," Harvey continued. He then wrote a dollar amount on a napkin and showed it to Penny. "This would be in cash," he clarified, "no record of any income." When Penny saw the figure he had written, she felt faint: it was more than she had made in the previous six months. "Why don't you think about it and let us know when you bring the check."
Thinking about the opportunity, Penny rationalized that, although she never considered herself a stripper, she was a good dancer and had given several private strip shows to previous boyfriends. If she entertained these men for one night she would be able to keep her head above water for another six months, and she would certainly have a significant acting job by then. The best part was they assured her they were not looking to have sex with her. Making up her mind, she delivered their check and agreed to perform at their holiday party. The five friends were all smiles as Harvey handed her a business card from a computer software company and instructed her to call him for directions to his house.
The evening before the Christmas party; Harvey confided in her that they absolutely refused to be politically correct and call it a "holiday" party; Penny had called for directions and was taking a long soak in a hot scented bubble bath. She carefully shaved her underarms and legs and trimmed the thin blond "landing strip" that was her choice of grooming at the time. Laying in the steaming tub, she thought of the fact that they had never actually described what "entertaining" them entailed, besides the stripping. "I'm a big girl, I can handle it," she assured herself as she breathed in the vanilla/jasmine scent of the steam. She just wanted to make sure she performed satisfactorily because she really needed the money.
After drying off and admiring her figure in the full-length mirror, she laid out her outfit for the next day. Initially she was going to wear one of her tight, little-black-dresses but decided that it would be too awkward when it came to gracefully stripping it off; so she selected the classic school-girl outfit. She had several white blouses and just happened to have a tartan-print short skirt left over from the previous year's Halloween costume. Her skimpiest, see through black lace bra and thong would compliment the outfit, along with five-inch black stiletto heels. She knew the heels made her long shapely legs even more incredible.
From Harvey's directions, she easily found his home in an affluent suburb of Pasadena. The outside of the house was impressive without being ostentatious and he answered the door immediately. He showed her into the living room/ dining room area of the open floor plan and the other five friends were there joking with each other and knocking back drinks. Johnny and Patrick had been playing some video game on a huge wall-sized TV and they quickly put the controllers down when she entered the room. Duval made a point of complimenting her outfit: "very nice...every man's fantasy and you certainly have the legs to pull it off."
Harvey guided her to an over-stuffed sofa and asked her what her favorite drink was. Thinking for a minute, she answered that it was probably margaritas and he replied that she was in luck because he had just made a pitcher. They just sat and talked for a few minutes; getting to know each other better. Penny helped herself to the snack table, and before she knew it, half the pitcher of margaritas was gone. They made her feel so welcome and relaxed (of course the alcohol helped) that she nearly forgot she was there to entertain, until Harvey put on some bass-heavy dance music. They all clapped when she got up and began to dance.
The alcohol was soon coursing through her veins and her dancing became more risque and suggestive. The carpet in the living room area was snagging her heels so she shifted a few feet into the dining area and started to sway and undulate her wide hips to the beat of the music. She made sure to flip up her skirt occasionally so they got a flash of her round cheeks. Stopping between dances for a glass of the tequila concoction, Penny became more and more uninhibited with each number she performed. By the fourth song, she began to unbutton her blouse from the top down and when she reached the last button, she flashed it open and closed several times to display her lacy bra.
With a flourish, she let the sleeves drift down her toned arms until it slid completely off and she caught it in her right hand. Twirling it over her head like a cowboy's lasso, the men watched her barely encumbered breasts wobble inside her flimsy bra. When she let go of the blouse, it flew across the room and landed in one of the dining room chairs that had been pushed back against the wall. Clapping and whistles encouraged her to reach behind her and slowly unzip the short skirt. With the zipper all the way down, Penny released it and let it pool at her heels. She had been correct about the five inch heels accentuating her magnificent legs...they seemed five feet long as she thrust her hips from side to side.
More whistles and whoops as Penny's incredible body twisted and twirled wearing only the briefest of underwear. When the song ended, she was perspiring and Charles suggested it was a good time for a break, and to open her Christmas gifts. "Gifts...what gifts," she panted while settling on the sofa and accepting another drink. They weren't forcing alcohol on her, she was just thirsty and Harvey did make an excellent margarita.
"It's a Christmas party," Charles reminded her, "you have to get presents." Her eyes lit up as each of the five men lay a wrapped gift at her feet. They were all smiling from ear to ear as Charles handed her his present to open first. "I hope you like it," he told her, "it's something that will spice up the evening and you can use at home." Penny quickly tore off the shiny paper. In the small box was a tube-shaped bottle of "stimulating lube." Maybe it was just her rapidly arousing mental state, but she thought it looked like a miniature dildo.
As she placed it on the floor, Harvey stepped forward to urge her to open his gift next: "I think we all got you gifts that you could use tonight, and have just as much fun with them when you get home." The wrapping paper was shiny silver as it reflected the light and she ripped it off to find a purple gel dildo, approximately ten inches long inside the box. Surprisingly, the first thought that crossed her mind was that now she was getting an inkling of what they had meant by "entertain them."
Tearing the third present open she discovered four long nylon straps. On one end of each of the straps there was a wide cuff that closed with Velcro and the other end also had Velcro attached. "Kinky...right," Duval grinned, indicating they were his selections.
Patrick seemed embarrassed when he handed her his gift, and she soon found out why. The box was larger than the first three and contained the largest dildo she had ever seen; about the thickness of a water bottle, but longer than her forearm. "It was actually molded from a horse," Patrick informed her, "it's eighteen inches long." As she held it up to inspect it, she thought she saw Patrick blush.
The slick-talker, Johnny, who reminded Penny of one of those spokesmen who hawk products on late night TV, presented her with the largest box of all. He was all twitchy as she tore off the paper and looked inside. Penny's jaw just dropped when she saw the contents. It was another dildo, but it made the horse-sized shaft seem tiny. "It's molded from an elephant dick," Johnny exclaimed, "of course this one is only twenty-seven inches long and an elephant penis is about four feet. Isn't it incredible...a place in Texas sells them. Penny lifted it up for all in the room to see and thought that it was about the same girth of one of her vodka bottles. It was huge, black and all gnarly; but it fascinated her.