When mom let the two girls in, I wondered what was happening. I'd asked for men, and two girls showed up. I told my guests to wait while I found out what was going on. I went into the kitchen, and one of the girls was on the phone, belittling someone. I learned it was the dispatcher from the agency, so I asked if I could talk to them.
The dispatcher explained the mix-up and offered me a discount or to reschedule. I couldn't reschedule, so I took the discount and decided to play a joke on Cherise. I talked to the two girls, and they were glad they hadn't wasted a trip out here. They'd focus on Cherise as if she were a guy, which might freak out some of Cherise's bridesmaids, but I didn't care.
I made a quick announcement to the wedding party, then the girls came in to do their thing. With all eyes focused on them, I took one of the kitchen chairs and set it in the middle of the room so Cherise could have a lap dance.
I didn't count on two of Cherise's bridesmaids being as prudish as they were. They got up and left, leaving three of us to watch Cherise be embarrassed.
But, lessons in dancing in front of guys to arouse them occurred. I'd once thought about pole dancing for exercise but didn't want anyone knowing or making assumptions about me taking the class. The girls were hot and I thought this was a good alternative.
The four of us danced with each of the strippers, then with each other moving how they had shown us. With the drinks mom had made we were all feeling good. I think one of Cherise's bridesmaids enjoyed it more than she thought she would.
The girls, Vicki and Debbie, were VERY hands-on, and when Vicki suggested we strip down to our undies, we politely said, 'no thanks'. That's when Vicki looked at her watch, noting she was late for something else.
Vicki then went out to get their street clothes as Cherise, and the other two guests helped me clean up. Mom showed our dancers the guest room, so they could change into their street clothes. My guests all thanked me for saving the party, with Cherise jokingly vowing to get revenge when I got married.
The girls changed, and we all hugged and said our goodbyes, then out to our cars. Cherise and her friends left first, followed by Debbie and Vicki. I was the last to leave, waving goodbye and congratulating myself for making a bad situation something we could laugh about in the years to come.
On my way home, a couple of miles or so from mom's place, I saw a car with its flashers on I thought I recognized it, so I slowed and saw our two dancers in it then pulled over. Vicki was freaking out because Debbie's car had a reputation for breaking down. It was making some noise, so Debbie pulled over. Since cell coverage is lacking around there, I told them they could drive back to mom's and call someone. Vicki wasn't happy, so I asked where she was going. She told me, and it wasn't far from my place. Debbie said she'd return to mom's and call if I'd take Vicki with me.
It sounds like a good plan, so we split up. With Vicki in the car, we headed into town. It took a few minutes for her to calm down so we could talk. I told her I appreciated them being patient with us and the lessons.
She smiled, "You liked them? Some of you weren't thrilled about having us there. Although, the redhead seemed to get into it more than the rest of you."
I laughed, "Well, Cherise's bridesmaids are mostly her fiance's relatives and are very conservative. I was surprised two stayed. I noticed that too, she was mesmerized with Debbie. Plus, it was getting late, and you had your date."
She sighed, "I noticed that also, most people are. Deb has quite a pair of assets. Yes, I do, and she will be mad."
I didn't want to show my surprise, but it was obvious, "Oh, she will be?"
Vicki looked at me, "Yes, it's a blind date. A friend set us up, and I can't tell her I'm late because there's no reception out here. I doubt she'll stick around."
I sympathized, "I know. I'm sorry. I'll get you there as fast as I legally can, Vicki. Oh, changing the subject, what do you do for exercise to get those fantastic legs?"
She giggled, "You like my legs, huh? Thank you. Most of our clients drool over Deb's boobs. I run and use the stair stepper like a religion. Do you run or work out?"
I sighed, "I hit the gym three days a week. It doesn't seem like it's ever enough. I thought about pole dancing a couple of years ago. It's good for your core and upper body."
"Well, I have a stair stepper at home if your gym doesn't have one. You're welcome to try it since you've been so nice to us."
I smiled, "Oh wow, thank you. Aren't they expensive?"
Vicki giggled, "I bought it used, and it's a 'business' expense."
When she said business, she made little quotation marks with her fingers which made me laugh.
I noticed we'd passed the point where we could get reception and mentioned it to Vicki. She took out her phone and called her date. I didn't want to listen in, but it wasn't pretty. Her blind date was mad and had gone home, not wanting to see Vicki. Vicki explained what happened but got hung up on. I felt sorry for her and told her so.
She asked, "Would you mind dropping me at my place instead? It isn't that much further than where I was going to meet her. Maybe ten minutes. You could see my stepper if you want."
I looked at the clock on my dash, and it was just after nine, so I told her that would be fine. I didn't have any plans for the morning.
So, Vicki gave me directions, and we pulled into her driveway after about twenty minutes. It was a single-level ranch that she'd bought at a foreclosure. She knew a bunch of guys who were contractors, and they fixed it up for her. I didn't ask how she knew them because I assumed it was through her work. We got out, and I locked my car, following her in. A light was already on in the living room. She set her bag down and motioned me to follow her to the tiny gym. She flipped on more lights as she apologized for the mess. The house didn't look messy to me, but I told her it was fine. I'm not the neatest person in the world.
The house was very comfy looking; pictures on the walls of Vicki with friends at running races. We entered her gym, one of the three bedrooms, and she pointed out the stepper. I looked it over, never having used one. Then she asked if I wanted to try it.
I told her she'd have to show me because I was clueless.
She grinned, "Would you mind if I changed into my shorts? These jeans don't work so well on it. They tend to limit my movement."
I told her it was fine and just be comfy.
Vicki smiled, then went to change.
When she returned, she was in magenta boy shorts with a matching top.
