Touch Down After A Gap Year Can Be Out Of Character.
After My Gap Year Ended.
You Always Know When It's What You Want And Right For You.
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My name is Shona Macbeth, I have straight jet black hair that's been neatly cut into a helmet style which I suit very well, have blue eyes like my brother although he has red hair, five foot ten in height, my weight is just about right for my build and body size, good boob size too, I also do a lot of dancing and gymnastics although not muscular I am well toned. Unlike my brother I am very outward going and know what I want and would like to do.
I completed my degree at Glasgow University just over two years ago, a year ahead of my brother in graphic art but I took a year out that turned out to be two and toured Europe. He is now doing his Masters in engineering physics of materials, must admit he is a bit of a geek, but that's my baby brother. My latest, of quite a few boyfriends, dumped me for someone in his office; no worries there onward and upwards.
I start my first proper job at Porton Down near Salisbury next week. I watched what they did on the television during the Novickok poisoning, well it sort of attracted me to doing something important and useful. I applied and got a job as a mature graduate trainee, after getting my security clearances which took a few weeks to arrange because I had unaccountable years in security terms.
They arranged affordable B&B accommodation for me in nearby Salisbury, a nice Cathedral city. It comprised of a single bedded room, with a small free standing wardrobe, desk and arm chair, it had a very nice view over the hills from its window. It also had a main railway line at the bottom of its garden which was rather noisy at times, you also had to be careful getting undressed or in the bath, shortage of curtains. You could become the floor show for the commuters, when a train went by or stopped waiting to go into the station. My plan was to get my own place in time, but this would do for the moment.
I drove down the 450 miles in my little red Aygo that my father had given me, his old car, took me almost eight hours, bit of a marathon on that Saturday. I started at the site the following Monday morning, got my security pass and completed all the new start paperwork. In the afternoon attended a security and safety talk then had the grand tour of the facility, which was actually quite eye opening and interesting.
I joined the graduate new start association which helped trainees and new starts to settle in. In their clubs section I noticed some dance classes held in the town and an athletics and sports club on the site. I joined them both. I went to the sports club on my first Wednesday, met quite a few new starts, some from nearby Boscombe Down and Middle Wallop.
We had a series of introductory talks about what was on offer, one that attracted me was self-defence classes given by an Army instructor, which I signed up for. I think it was the demonstration that sold it for me. The instructor, she was about my build, her demonstration partner was a Sergeant PTI over six feet tall and the build of a bear. He made a simulated move to attack her, in three moves she had him on his face on the floor. To be honest I think it was my last boyfriend who was the motivator, he forcibly tried it on one night, he stopped when I screamed but it gave me quite a fright.
The dance class was in town, it was actually a pole dance class, don't know why but I always wanted to try it. Their first class was on the following Saturday morning, it was held in a hall at the back of a night club called the Black Pig. Eight of us turned up that morning including the army instructor from the self defence class. She recognised me and before the class started came over and introduced herself, her name was Gill Clarke and was a lieutenant in the army Military Police based at Middle Wallop. Must admit I was quite impressed.
The class ran for an hour, I only fell off the pole twice, Gill more than that, we had a great time though, if not somewhat bruised. As we left Gill pointed out the logo for the next class, Dare To Bare, explaining it was a school for striptease dancing, mainly for bored but adventurist house wife's and for the Black Pig striptease club next door. She always wanted to try it but never had the courage, even after two tours of Afghanistan, I think I was trying to impress her. When I said want to give it a try, she hesitated but said yes.
On the spur of the moment we went in to the class and asked any vacancies; yes. We joined in for a complimentary dance introductory class. As the music started two dance instructors, dressed in erotic outfits, came in and gave us a demonstration of a dance routine, encapsulating all the dance routines into one of evocative and then erotic dance leading onto pole dancing. All the students were engrossed with it as we were.
The lead dance instructor Carole said we have left this routine to the end; which is for the more adventurists of you and it also builds self-confidence. As the music restarted the two dancers, in their evocative and colourful dance outfits started their routine.
This started with them on the pole carrying out very athletic routines, returning to the floor and started a very evocative and sexually stimulating, embracing and striptease routine. By the time they got down to scanty fig leaf G strings and tassels, returned to the pole to give an even more athletic routine.