It all started so innocently, you see I had this friend who let's just say was a hostess, and then a stripper to put things bluntly. Funny enough we were just friends, never saw her in anything other than her little g-string and top, had never seen her strip or anything at this point. I had been planning to and to even perhaps get a lapdance from her, and then this damn virus hit everyone. Anais had started an online fan account and figuring I could afford the little bit and instead of just offering her a little money I signed up.
I quickly perused the pics she had put up and was amazed at the sexy little body exposed in peeks, nothing overt, and perhaps a nip slip or two she cheekily posted and then after a little back and forth she sent me a file. She had teased for a little something better to message her on the site other than our normal methods of communicating. Hell, I'm admitting here I was curious and I signed in and sent her a message, "A bit better?"
The reply was the file in question, now I opened it and it was truly amazing, this little sexpot completely nude and bent over. Now it took some playing with the file but as any guy is want to do in this situation, I opened the file again and tried to blow up the pic. I wanted details and wow, exactly what I had thought, and this answered the question of did she shave completely and just how sexy was her pretty little pussy.
I played it off, rather well, I hope. I didn't pull that whole, "I want to do...to you," or anything like that, I just told her she looked amazing. Which she did, and I reigned it in, I'm sure she get's that all the time from guys, but hey, I try to be nice and respectable. I couldn't share the deep longings, and urges I had to do things to her. Hell, a few weeks I had offered to help her move and our conversations had always been innocent. Plus, I was at least close to 15 years her senior.
So, a few nights later, considering this virus had shut everything down for so long and wasn't looking to end anytime soon, I let her know of a few ideas I thought may help her draw in more subscriptions. "Hey, maybe some sports themes, jersey's, props, all sports. And if you need, I have stuff from most sports." Anais quickly agreed and thanked me for the suggestion. Now in this time of restrictions and knowing she was stuck at home too and hadn't been going out I didn't mind dropping things off to her.
I figured she wouldn't want any guy knowing where she lived that she wasn't dating but when she asked if I could drop stuff to her and suggested meeting up, I offered to meet in a parking lot in the town we both lived. "That's sweet," she replied, "but, how about you just bring it by, I haven't been exposed and I know you've been stuck at home too."
She gave me her address and I loaded up one of my big bags with, baseball, soccer, field hockey, football and hockey items, jersey's etc... and headed out about 10pm one night. I arrived at her parking lot and let her know via text I was there, giving her the opportunity to come down and get it and not have me enter the building.
"Goofball, come on up." She responded to my message.
I quickly grabbed the bag out of my truck and headed up the stairs. She met me at the door in a long t-shirt and I assumed shorts. She gave me a quick hug, "I know with social distancing I shouldn't hug you but I think we're both safe at this point." Closing the door, she asked me to show her what I had brought her.
"Now look, these are some prized possessions acquired over the years of playing sports, all except the field hockey stuff that was my daughters but I figured you could have some fun with that in some little skirt and stuff. I get all this stuff back in a week or two, but you can have some fun in the jersey's and with the balls and stuff until then. I know soccer isn't starting at least until then."
Anais looked at me and grinned, "I'm so thankful you'll let me play with your balls," she gave a giggle and wink with a tease. "So, what else do you have planned for this imposed vacation we all have to take?"
I smiled, "Hey, it's call of duty at night, talking to you, and during the day keeping busy with trying to schedule things further out after this thing is over."
I watched her as she sat on the couch next to me, she had a mischievous smile on her face. "You know since you never got to see me dance, I'd like to thank you for letting me borrow this stuff, how about if we head over to the other room (I noticed she didn't call it her bedroom) and I'll show you what you missed by not being able to make it to the new club."
She grabbed my hand and led me to the "other" room. She sat me on her bed and with the pole mounted in the center of the room she wondered over to it. "Pick a song, you'd like me to dance to Sir," she laughed, treating me like one of her patrons. I pulled out my phone and scrolled, I didn't want any of the cliched songs for a stripper, so I thought for a minute and then went way back, I toyed with "fever," but that seemed to strippery, I settled on, "It's a Man's, Man's, Man's World," by James Brown.
Slowly she began to wiggle and dance around the pole, flipping her shirt up I was given the sight of a blue thong and she grabbed the pole and twirled lifting herself up and spinning upside down, letting the shirt drop over her head, baring her sexy little tits to me. Swinging around she let herself spin down the pole and finished in a split, before hopping up and dancing around the pole some more and showing a few more moves. As the song ended, I knew I already was at least half hard, and I was only in a pair of shorts and t-shirt myself I was going to have to try hard to not show all of my appreciation for her efforts to her.
"You know, if this works, and I get a lot more subscriptions that's a couple hundreds or thousands depending on how well it does, so I'm only going to offer this once. Would you like a lapdance here and now, same rules of the club I used to work in apply, yes, the stripper rules not the hostess."
