Raj may not have been confident with women, but he was of superior intelligence, and he had been biding his time with Penny. He had been watching her relationship with Leonard grow until he was sure Penny had formed a deep affection for his friend. Now was the time to strike...like a coiled cobra. She was in her apartment, slowly getting dressed for her shift at the Cheesecake Factory when the phone rang. She answered with a cheery "hello," but her mood changed immediately when she heard Raj's voice. Raj never called her directly, and just the sound of his voice sent a chill down her spine. Penny had tried to put the whole "Raj affair" behind her, especially since it had been so long ago; but knew this was a call to be dreaded.
"Hello Penny," he began, "you're probably wondering why I'm calling; well I'll get right to the point. I'm sure you remember that night we shared a bed and had wonderful, passionate sex...or maybe you don't remember the sex part. Well, I've been thinking that it would be a shame if Leonard were to find out about it; especially since you two are getting along so well."
Nearly in a panic, Penny blurted out, "what do you want Raj...why are you doing this now."
"Well, I've been in a bit of a dry spell lately and I knew you would want to help me out...you know...so our secret didn't leak out," he smugly informed her.
"You're actually going to blackmail me," she shouted.
"I prefer to think of it as extortion," he corrected her, "it sounds so much more sophisticated and mysterious."
Feeling on the verge of tears, she answered, "I thought you were my friend. What makes you think Leonard will even believe you?"
"Well I may, or may not, have some pictures on my phone. Quite clear ones, I may add," Raj told her. The truth was he had taken a couple pictures with his phone of her incredible nude body as she lay in Leonard's bed. In one, he had been licking her wonderful breast. He wished he had taken some pictures of her legs spread, but he himself had been on the verge of passing out. He had used the photos many times in his fantasies and now desired the real thing.
Penny knew she was at Raj's mercy. She would do virtually anything not to ruin her relationship with Leonard. "What do you want," she asked.
"I know Leonard will be flying to New Jersey for his mother's birthday this weekend and I was thinking that you could come over here and spend the night...if you know what I mean...and I'm sure you do. Wear something sexy...something you can dance in," Raj instructed her. "I'll take your silence as a Yes," he added, when she didn't answer. Penny ended the call and just stood motionless in her apartment. She was torn between two emotions: she wanted to cry, and yet she was so angry at Raj that she wanted to punch something...hard and repeatedly. As tears began to stream down her face, she sunk down onto the sofa and began to punch the throw pillow with all her might.
For the rest of the week, she avoided Leonard's apartment when she knew Raj was there; instead asking Leonard to join her in her apartment (for which he was more than eager). After kissing Leonard good-bye as he entered his Uber to the airport on Friday night, she retreated to her apartment and began consuming a good base of vodka. Not scheduled for a shift on Saturday, Penny wanted to make sure she would "feel no pain" all day. If she was going to do this, she wanted to be certain it would just be a fuzzy memory on Sunday. Before going to bed on Friday, she laid out the clothes she had selected for her encounter with Raj. The very short little black sleeveless dress that had gotten her out of two speeding tickets should do nicely. There were no shoulder straps, which should function perfectly when she did the strip-tease that she knew was expected of her. No shoulder straps meant no bra, which should please Raj. For panties, she chose her skimpiest black lace thong...Leonard's favorite style.
When they asked, she always told her bar customers at the Cheesecake Factory, that the best way to avoid a hangover was to never sober up; so she took her own advice and kept mixing vodka with orange juice all day Saturday. When her Uber driver saw her waiting at the curb Saturday night, her outfit completed by five inch black stilettos, he assumed he was transporting a hooker to her next job. She confirmed the destination that she had given on the phone and in a short few minutes, they had arrived at Raj's building. The driver even refused a tip, telling Penny that the view of her legs in the rear-view mirror was gratuity enough. That little bit of frivolity seemed to calm her as she knocked lightly on Raj's door. When the door opened, Raj's eyes widened as he looked up and down her body; a look she was well acquainted with. He whistled softly and stepped aside so she could enter. The first thing she noticed was that they were not alone: sitting on Raj's sofa was Howard and Stuart...both smiling.
"Hey," she exclaimed angrily, "this was supposed to be just you and me...no one else was supposed to know."
"It is a well known fact that I can't keep a secret," Raj answered, "I'm nearly as bad at it as you. They're my friends and I always share with my friends."
"Oh it's true," Howard added, "he showed us the pictures weeks ago, and we've been waiting anxiously ever since to see your body in the flesh...so to speak." Stuart flashed his creepy grin and nodded, before complimenting her on her dress.
Penny's face flushed with anger, but her inebriation trumped it and she quickly resigned herself to her fate. "Maybe I can get out of here with just a dance," she thought as she could almost feel their eyes ogling her shapely form. Looking around the living room, she was astonished to see an actual stripper-pole installed in front of the couch. "In your living room," she gestured while addressing Raj.
"Do you like it," he responded. "Remember Howard is an engineer and he's been busy. We've been anticipating this visit for quite some time. It isn't every day a blond goddess graces us with her presence."
Her head already spinning from the vodka and the unforeseen turn of events, Penny shrugged her shoulders and merely asked, "yeah, yeah, yeah...do you have anything to drink?"
"We were expecting you," Howard chuckled, "of course we have alcohol...what is your pleasure...besides me, of course."
Rolling her eyes, Penny ignored his insinuation and answered, "vodka or tequila, please...and lots of it." Howard dashed to Raj's fridge, poured a small amount of orange juice in a travel-tumbler and filled it with Ketel One. While Penny was gulping down the mixture, Raj scrolled through his phone and fed some bass-thumping dance music through his Amazon Alexa speakers. Completely under the influence now, Penny's incredible body began to naturally sway to the beat as she felt the music course through her. With the three men seated on the couch in front of her, she grabbed the stripper-pole and twirled around as if on a carnival ride. Throwing her wide hips from side to side, she began a series of dips where she bent her knees and dropped all the way to the floor before bouncing back up. Her black dress only extended a couple inches below her ass when standing still, so when she dipped, it rose all the way up to cup the bottoms of her cheeks and they had a clear view of her lacy thong.
Her gyrations were becoming more and more violent, and her ample breasts threatened to bounce right up and out of her bodice as she danced. The truth was, Penny reveled in the reactions her marvelous body invoked in men; the power she felt over them. Something of an exhibitionist, she paused in front of them, reached behind her and slowly lowered the zipper that was keeping the dress in place. Resuming her sensuous dance, she shimmied and swayed until the tight sheath began to slide down her shapely body. As the dress sunk lower, her incredible breasts popped out and she reached up to cup them in her hands. Raj, Stuart and Howard yelled in delight at the sight of her marvelous tits, which were even better than in pictures. They were as firm as Jello molds, standing straight out from her chest, and jiggled as she danced.
Rosy, elliptical areola surrounded gumdrop nipples which were firmly erect as she ran her hands over them. As her hips swayed to the music, her dress slipped lower and lower until it cleared her hips and drifted to the floor where she hooked it with her foot and kicked it aside. The men threw themselves against the back of the couch as they actually drooled over her magnificent body. Now clad only in her tiniest thong; which was more like a string of yarn between her legs; and her "fuck me" heels, she was truly a dream come true. With the shoes, her unbelievable legs seemed to be six feet long as she danced in their faces. Wasting no time, she turned away from them, bent completely over until her hair was sweeping the floor, reached behind her, and slowly lowered her thong down her endlessly long legs. Kicking it to the side she slapped her own firm, perfectly round ass, and then stood up. Turning around to face them, she spread her arms wide so they could see the whole package, and then resumed her dance.
