Upon returning home, I had to find new accommodation and return to everyday life. Unfortunately, I decided to leave the military due to an injury and finding new employment was challenging. Over the next few months, I worked in security to protect essential visitors at music concerts and nightclubs. It was tedious work, paid well, and provided numerous opportunities to meet women. Unfortunately, not all opportunities to meet women went well. On one occasion, I was the team leader and called to remove a drunk girl from the toilets in a nightclub. At the time, no female staff were available, so we cleared the toilets and went to find the young lady. I found her in a stall, almost naked, with her short skirt and the top pulled down. It was like she was wearing a belt. Other girls had said she was gangbanging a group of guys in the toilet. When I approached her, she asked if I wanted my turn.
I pulled her to her feet, covered her the best I could and carried her out to find a taxi. But, unfortunately, being drunk, half-dressed, and she was unable to tell us where she lived, they would not take her. So I clocked off, bundled her into my car, and took her to my place. She was very drunk, so I stripped her and took the opportunity to admire her sexy body. I carried her into the warm shower and, with plenty of soap and shampoo, washed her all over. I admit I took my time holding her in my arms, washed and caressed her small firm breasts and the lips and crevices of her vagina. She made little noises and realised she was enjoying the experience. I dried her and laid her in my bed. I admired her one last time as she lay naked before pulling the covers over her. That night I slept on the couch.
The following day as I was making breakfast, she came out dressed in one of my shirts. She was short and of a delicate build, so my shirt looked like her robe. She sat down, we shared a coffee, and I explained what happened last night. She was a little embarrassed, and I told her I did not witness the gangbang, but she admitted it was her idea. She wished she had not drunk so much and found a more comfortable location. After breakfast, I gave her back the clean clothes I had washed and dried that night, apologising that I had not recovered her underwear.
She dressed and looked very sexy, and as she walked out of the bedroom lifted her skirt and flashed her naked pussy. I drove her home, and she said she hoped her parents would not be home.
Another night, I was providing security at a high-profile party when a young lady approached me and asked if I was interested in another job. She explained she ran party nights and thought about my height and build. I would make a great stripper. Making extra money was appealing, and I was comfortable removing my clothes. She organised a time and place for me to discuss the opportunity later.
Two weeks later, I visited an address. It was a dance studio that looked like a warehouse. Several girls and guys were learning to dance, and pole dancing appeared popular. The young lady met me and led me upstairs, where she sat down behind a desk. She asked a few questions, leaned back, and asked me to remove my clothes. I must have looked surprised when she asked if I was shy. I stood up and removed my shoes, t-shirt and long trousers. I never wear underwear, so I stood there naked.
She stood up and walked up to me as I stood there waiting for a comment, but she just walked up and ran her hands over my chest. Then, she slowly walked around me, her face close to mine. She was very sexy, and the effect was making me hard. Finally, she stood behind me and leaned around, clasping my semi-erect cock and saying this is a weapon. You will be very popular.
Standing behind me, she kept stroking me as I got harder, she leaned in close, and I could feel her breasts and the warmth of her skin on my back. Then, whispering, she wanted to know if I could shoot and if it was a big load. I ran my right hand behind me and could feel the top of her mound through her skirt, and I traced a path down as she pushed against me. Finally, my fingers were between her legs, and I pressed into her, looking for her clit, and the softness of her labia. I could feel my arousal grow and the building pressure. I knew I would be dribbling pre-cum. Finally, she looked down and said, "Oh my, horny are we, big boy", wiping my tip with her fingers, then taking her fingers and licking them with a sexy smile.
She then walked away, saying maybe another time, but she was impressed and could find me as many gigs as I wanted. She suggested I learn to move to music but promised once I was naked, the girls would not care anymore.
Over the following months, I performed at a few hen nights and birthday parties. It was a lot of fun, with many flirting women taking my number and promising to call. Then I received a call from a lady to perform a special request. She asked if we could meet for coffee and describe what she had in mind.
