Becoming my own stripper
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My phone rang as I walked hurriedly across the hotel lobby. It was Bill, my best man. I answered it as I got to the elevator and said, “Yeah, I know I’m late for my own bachelor party. I’ll be there in a second, I’m getting on the elevator now.” The doors opened and I stepped on just as Bill’s panicked voice exclaimed, “What?! No, dude! Take the stairs! I forgot to get a stripper, so I enchanted the elevator to…um…” I clenched the phone tightly as I felt a warm tingling all over my body as the elevator sped upwards. “Bill! I’m already on it. What did you do?” He sounded very apologetic as he explained, “I thought it would be funny if, ya know, the last person to arrive had to be your stripper for the evening. I figured you’d be the first to show up, but everyone else is already here, except you…” I wanted to be angry at him, but the enchantment he’d placed on the elevator was already warping my mind. All I could think about was the fact that I was about to walk into a penthouse full of hot, horny men. That kind of thing made me so wet, and is probably why I became a stripper. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. As I stepped out into the penthouse suite, every eye was on me. I opened my black coat and flashed them my goodies, then said cheerfully, “Hey boys, who wants a lap dance?” They looked sheepishly at each other, and then one by one, they all raised their hands. I hoped I’d get to blow or fuck each one of them before the night was over.