[Non-Fiction] Secret Diary of a Part-time Stripper

[danrob88]

This will be my first story and yes, all the events that happened in it are true. They happened to me, not a friend or somebody I heard about, me
I don't think I'm the best writer in the world but I did teach English as a second language so I'll give it a go yeah lol.

Secret Diary of a Part-time Stripper

Chapter 1

The year was 2006 and I was in my final year of school. I was seventeen and only had two months until my birthday. The excitement of turning eighteen, wow! It had felt like a life time getting to this point. I would finally be of legal age to do what I wanted. Buy alcohol, smokes, porn even, and I would finally have my licence. Oh this year was going to be the best, the things I was going to do. However, I had no idea what was install for me at the end of the year. The things I would be doing, the people I would meet, nothing in my years at school could have prepared me for my part-time life to be.

It was my best friend's birthday in two days and she would be turning eighteen. She would always joke about how she was better than me just because she was two months older and I would always counter with, "Well I'm a guy so neeeaah".
Her party would be on the following Saturday and we were at her house planing for the party. "So, what are we doing for the entertainment?" I asked
"Well, we can set up the sound over ther......" she replied before I cut her off.
"No I mean, "The En-ter-tain-ment"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well you're turning eighteen, aren't you?"
"Yeah?"
"Well what kind of stripper do you want?"

She was taken back by this. The look on her face started out quite stunned but over the space of about two minutes of silence, changed to a sheepish grin.
"Well, what about you?" She finally said.
"Me?!" I replied perplexed by her question. "But why would you want me to strip at your party, I don't know how to strip".
"Well you thought of the idea so now you have to do it"
"But what about your boyfriend, I don't think he'd take to kindly to me grinding up against you?"
"Don't worry about him, come on, I dare you"

Well. my friend knew that I was always a daring man and she also knew I was never one to back out of a dare too.
So I had a couple of days to prepare a strip routine and dance my clothes away for my best friend, oh my, what had I got myself into?

There I was down at Target buying my first G-string. I'd never bought one before or ever thought I would. I also purchased a pair of tight, shinny black pants and a black shirt with press studs down the front. When I got home I raided my Mums sowing draw and went to work on my outfit.
I cut all the way down the side of the pants legs and stitched Velcro along the cut. Now the two sides of the legs were only held together by the Velcro. I had my very first pair of stripper pants, now I just needed a routine. I chose my one song I would dance to and began to form some kind of a dance.

The routine was set and it was the night of my best friends birthday. She still didn't think I was going to go through with it.
I came over an hour before people were supposed to arrive. As I walked in the door, my friend looked at the bag I was carrying and asked omnipotently, "What's in there, your stripper things?"
"No just a change of clothes for tomorrow" I replied holding my lie rather well. I was staying over like always on the spare bed so she bought my lie and continued on.
"Well come on and help me set up" she said, rushing me to put my stuff down, "we don't have long"

The party was going well. Everyone had turned up and we had just finished singing happy birthday. I went over to my friends Mum and told her about the dare, she loved it. I asked her if she could get everyone to sit in a circle and place my friend in the middle. I also handed her a CD and asked if she could play it in about five minutes once everybody was in their seats. I told her I would then come out and do the strip.
I ran off to the bathroom to get ready. I stripped naked and put on my g-string for the first time. Wow it was different. Next I put on my pants and shirt and tucked it in. I was ready.
I was standing at the door listening to everybody babbling to one another, wondering what was going on. I could only assume that my friend knew. A multitude of feelings washed over me as I waited, fear and excitement were the two strongest. Then all of a sudden it would seem, I heard my song start to play. Macho man by the Village people. I calmed my nerves, opened the door and stepped out into the large group of eagerly awaiting people.