The Exotic Dancer companies' policy is advertised that the phone will be answered by the third ring.
As the ringtone peeled for the third ring, the receiver is picked and a voice answers.
"Adult Entertainment, how we can we help?" The owner said in an efficient tone.
The voice on the other end of the line responded.
"I'm looking to book a high class stripper to perform at a private function!" The customer sounded a little nervous, which was normally the case.
The owner replies. "Is it a male or female artiste that you require sir?"
"We would like a female please as it's an all male audience, a group of 10. We're willing to pay a substantial fee to the right artiste!" The customer continued.
"Well sir, we have some exciting females on our books. If you can tell me your preferences, I'll run through our records and I'll see what we can provide!" The owner explained in a professional manner.
The customer's nervous voice was now growing with confidence as he stated.
"We'd like a Blonde, large breasts, small waist, full buttocks and long legs, a dream girl actually!" he laughed.
The owner paused. The description given to him was a direct match for his wife.
She performed as an exotic dancer before they were married and when they first formed the agency.
She was without doubt the most successful erotic dancer they'd ever had on their books.
It was impossible for them to fulfill all of the requests for her bookings, so great was her popularity.
But with the escalation of full sex expected at private stag shows on today's market, she gracefully hung up her G string and retired from erotic dancing.
"Would the gentlemen have any specific routines they'd like the artiste to perform, for example naughty nurse?" The owner enquired
"If possible we'd like her dressed in the tightest lingerie, wearing stockings of course with High Heels and masquerading as a secretary! You know the stuff fantasies are made of!" The customer asked now with an air of confidence.
The owner was somewhat taken aback with this request.
The customer had described his wife and now was describing one of her most popular routines.
"I'm sure we can accommodate that request sir!" The owner replied as a very strange feeling overcame him.
Would he be brave and comfortable enough to ask his loyal wife to come out of retirement and perform her act one more time?
To disrobe a selection of erotic lingerie and display her naked body in front of total strangers.
Would the gentleman expect more than a standard strip show?
Would his wife approve of him requesting her services?
"How much will this cost? And approximately how long will the girl be performing her act?" The customer asked.
"The cost sir is determined by the length of time the girl will be on the premises" The owner replied.
"I was thinking of around one hour if that's OK?" The customer responded.
"One hour will cost around £500.00 plus travelling expenses. I should state sir that all transactions will be cash and payable on arrival of the artiste!" The owner declared.
"Sounds perfect!" replied the customer now brimming with confidence.
"If you could tell me the date, time and address I'll book the girl and see you at the event!" The owner stated as the customer gave the necessary details, the transaction was now booked.
As the owner scribbled the details down in the booking diary, mixed emotions swept over him.
He felt two different emotions, both compelling and unable to control either of them.
He felt jealous at the thought of his wife parading erotically to an assembled group of strangers.
Yet strangely he was erect.
He couldn't understand why he found himself in this state of arousal.
He'd watched her perform thousands of times, even before she was his wife.
Her act was always sensual but always classy.
She did not feel contempt for the girls who worked the circuit of today's market, and never pre-judged any of their motives.
A living is a living was her motto.
Who was she to judge?
With the large commissions the agency was raking in from the girls, she felt she was in no position to judge any of the girls.
Besides, the income provided them with a most lavish lifestyle.
In the two years she had been retired, she still attended dance classes twice weekly.
Three visits to the health spa every week maintained her voluptuous yet firm figure.
In recent months the health spa she attended commenced pole dancing classes as a keep fit regime.
She excelled in these classes, as her body would writhe as it had done thousands of times in her distant past only this time fully clothed.
Bringing back memories of her former life, allowing her to fantasize of the time she was the queen of the striptease circuit.
Her breasts though large, were still as full and buxom as they were when he first met her.
Her stomach though not washboard, was flat and expressive.
Her waist was two inches smaller from her dancing days.
Her buttocks were higher and tighter than at any time in her life.
Her taut long legs were as smooth as porcelain.
During her dancing days she had always favored the Brazilian wax.
Nowadays she preferred the smoothness of a full Hollywood wax.
If anything she had improved with age.
Her cartoonesque figure was still as eye-catching as ever.
When she walked into a room all eyes, male and female, would cast furtive glances toward her direction.
She always dressed extremely provocatively yet outstanding classy.
On lesser women her dress sense would be described as sluttish, yet she could present the apparel sophisticatedly with consummate ease.
His mind racing, he picked up the phone and began to dial his home number.
As professionally as the office she answered within three rings.
"Hi Becky here!" she answered.
"Hi babe it's me!" he replied.
"And what do I owe this pleasure too?" she giggled.
"I've just taken a booking and the guy has requested you specifically" he embellished
It wasn't a complete lie, just a little stretching of the imagination.
"What did you tell him?" she enquired.
"I told him the decision was yours and I'd get back to him with an answer today!" he said nervously awaiting her response.
The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering in all directions.
"Would you be OK with me stripping again?" she enquired.
"Its OK babe I told him there would be no sexual extras, just a straightforward erotic dance!" he embellished.
"Straightforward! Don't you remember my dancing?" she teased.
"How can I forget? I see it almost every night when you come into the bedroom!" he smiled.
"If you're OK with it honey, I think it could be a lot of fun. I'll do this one strip!" she beamed confidently.
"Excellent. I'll confirm the details with the guy!" he replied somewhat relieved.
"How big will the crowd be? And do any of the people know us?" she enquired.
"Its 10 guys and it should be fine as the booking is out of town." he responded.
"I'm getting quite excited at the thought of it. I'll need to go out and buy some new undies for this!" she replied excitedly.
"No problem babe. He's also paying all expenses!" he informed her.
"When is it scheduled for?" she queried
"Tomorrow evening. I'll book a Hotel as it would be too late to travel back home!" he stated
"I better get my music out and start rehearsing!" she enthused.
"Bye gorgeous!" he said as a smile swept across his face.
"Bye honey. Just hope you don't get too jealous!" she giggled as she hung up the phone.
As he replaced the receiver of the phone, he opened his desk drawer and took out his collection of business cards.
Leafing through till he finally found the one he was searching for.
Placing the card on the desk in front of him, he dialed the number.
A voice came over the phone instantly.
"Holiday Inn Hotel, how we can help?" the reception said professionally.
He continued the conversation and booked the best available room the hotel had to offer for the following evening.
Completing his transaction he hung up the phone and stretched back into his leather office chair.
He was still erect!
The rest of the day was a blur as all he could concentrate on was his wife's exotic dancing!
At the close of business he set the alarms, locked the office and left the premises.
Pressing the key control to his car, two beeps and the alarm was disengaged.
He climbed into the car, pulling the seat belt across his lap; he could still feel the erectness of his cock.
Starting the engine, he drove carefully out of the car park, onto the main road and headed home.
When he pulled into the snake like drive, he noticed the only light on in the house was his bedroom light.
Climbing out of the car he closed the driver door.
Two beeps notified him that the car was now locked.
He walked the few steps to his front door, still fantasizing about his wife's potential dancing.
Placing the key into the lock he noticed how shaky his hands were.
Turning the key clockwise, he heard the familiar click of the lock, allowing access to his home.
Pale strands of light from the bedroom upstairs were the only illuminations in the entire household.
Becky's husky voice called out.
"Come straight up! I want you to see something!"
Taking two steps at a time, he ascended the deep pile staircase.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar.
An incandescent glow filtered between the door and frame.
A shadow would disturb the light periodically.
Placing his hand in the centre of the door, he pushed lightly and stepped into the room.
Adjusting to the brightness of the light, his pupils dilated and were instantly positioned on the sight before him.
Becky his wife was cat walking up and down the room in her newly purchased underwear.
"Like what you see?" she teased.
