Cindy Becomes A Dancer Pt 04

Every good story deserves an epilog.... So, six months later....

One of my Dad's favorite songs is "Boys of Summer", also from the 80's, if I'm not mistaken. I've heard him play it a hundred times in the car, but never really understood the lyrics until now. Donnie was definitely a 'Boy of Summer' and he and I were never destined to be a permanent thing. However, he was a LOT of fun while it lasted and ruined me going forward for normal boys. He actually did come into the club one Saturday night without letting anyone know we were connected.

Management didn't seem to notice how many lap dances I gave him. After I knocked off at 2am, we checked into a cheap-ass off-beach hotel (the only way we could get any privacy) and fucked our brains out until sunup. I couldn't walk straight until Monday. My first anal, come to think of it, but that's another story.

Brandy finished out the summer and headed back home to her Hooter's job. She and I stay in touch, and she's taking the LSATs in November. She says she'll work back at the beach for a couple of months next summer and invited me to room with her. I told her I'm 90% sure I'll be there, and I'll confirm in the spring. (Mom and Dad have yet ANOTHER big cruise planned for next summer, so it sounds like I'll just clone last summer's agenda into next summer.)

Later in the summer, there was yet ANOTHER birthday party, this one for a 25 year old guy who was at some kind of convention. Shy, but rich -- a strip club's favorite customer. Brianna ended up being the girl in the chair. Turns out, she never really realized how much she enjoyed spanking a guy, and, ironically, the guy never realized how much he enjoyed getting spanked by a hot girl in a g-string. One thing led to another, and Bri is now living with the dude somewhere in Tennessee. Go figure.

Tiffany's real name was Tomika, and while the rest of us drank by the pool, she'd been experimenting with a line of cosmetics specific for Asian girls. Turns out, she was a big hit and ended up leaving us in August to fly to Los Angeles and sign a bunch of contracts and to be the hot spokesmodel for her own cosmetic line. I'm positive you'll see her in the fashion mags. You heard it here first, folks!

Back to Donnie. Sigh... He was a real hunk, and yes a gentleman and did I mention a hero? Turns out the reason he got out of the Navy was because he had to eject over the desert after a really big deal top-secret mission and screwed up his back (apparently, ejecting will do that, despite what you saw in Top Gun). Anyway, in July, he saved a kids life (which is kinda what lifeguards are supposed to do) and it was a big deal in the news and some Admiral saw it. As it happened, his alma mater, the Navy Academy, had an opening for a lacrosse coach, and guess who had a zillion letters of recommendation? Yep, our boy, Donnie. I'm sure he'll end up marrying some Congressman's daughter, but for the rest of his life, he'll know and remember that I was the best blowjob he ever got. Poor boy.

Which brings it back to me. Brandy had a great influence on me, and I switched my major to pre-law and decided to buckle down and get my grades up. However...

... first day back in the dorm, they assigned me a Frosh roommate, a sweetie girl from a small town who picked this college to be with her football player boyfriend. I met her when I walked into our room and found her crying her head off on her bed (actually MY bed, but I hadn't told her that yet). I went over and sat down to consol her. Turns out her asshole boyfriend had accepted a last-minute scholarship to Alabama (can't blame him there) and didn't bother to tell her (that's the asshole part).

It took me about a half hour to talk her down and get her back to semi-normal. She wanted to follow him to Alabama, and I explained to her that a) that was probably impossible and b) why would she want this shithead anyway? I think somewhere in there I used the phrase, "the best way to get over one guy is to get under another guy."

She laughed (Sarah... her name's Sarah) and said, "that's easy for you to say. You're a hot cheerleader. I'll bet you've had a dozen hot fellas."

I shook my head (the actual number is 4, including Donnie, and 5 if you include just blowjobs, but still not a dozen.) (OK, close to a thousand if you count topless lap dances...). I said, "Sarah, you've got all that it takes to attract guys. You're cute and perky and, well, some guy is going to be damned lucky to meet you."

"Yeah, but Bennie (that was the asshole's name, Bennie) was the only guy I've ever had sex with. I'd be scared to death to try to meet a new guy."

"OK, sister, time for some lessons."

I didn't bother to tell her about my summer of debauchery, but somewhere in there, I explained to her the absolute power of casually dropping her bra on the floor while looking the guy dead in the eyes. Later on, after I'd introduced her to contraband wine in the privacy of our door room, I taught her some of the finer points of sexy underwear and how to undress for success. She asked me where I'd learned all this, and I told her I had excellent teachers.

It took Sarah about a month, but she's dating a tall, hunky frat boy type who follows her around like a puppy waiting for a slice of bacon. I suspect she'll be coming to me for blowjob tips before Thanksgiving.

I, on the other hand, have focused my charms on MBA candidates studying to be investment bankers.

See ya next summer, everyone!