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Hangover VI:
So my son and I had become ballerinas called Jenny and Mylene. If you
have ever worn a camisole tutu you will know how bending over leaves you
feeling exposed as your arse is revealed in all its glory but have you
had the humiliation of dressing your son the same way and putting make-up
on him?
Well it was humiliating enough to be dressed this way myself but doing it
to my son served to remind me of what I looked like as it was like
holding up a mirror to me.
As he saw his mother at the back of the room at the bar he forgot for a
moment what we had just done to him and waved to her.
Marina, I am sure, knew her son and husband were the ballerinas she was
looking at unlike the men looking up our tutus or, if she had not
realised it, she did when Jenny waved at her...
Any sense of my masculinity seemed to have been eroded and whilst Jenny
still recognised her mother I am sure she felt the same way. Certainly I
now thought of her as my daughter and of myself as a sort of surrogate
mother.
Just then Kate saw Marina. You may recall that Kate was not just
interested in me becoming a stripper but wanted my wife to become one
too. You may also recall that Marina didn't even want her underwear on
display here in this bar when I was wearing it and certainly had no
intention of complying with Kate's wishes.
It looked like they were arguing.
Kate had a look of someone who finally had what she wanted in her sights
and was not going to be denied.
Marina looked more like someone who was just about to lose what she
wanted.
I couldn't hear what was being said but Marina suddenly looked less like
the cat who had got the cream as Kate emptied a jug of water over her
blouse...
(I later learnt that Kate had said to her:
"The house rules are that any woman in this establishment must perform."
"I am not a performer," Marina replied.
"I am not messing around with this. You will perform." And at that point
Marina got her drenching.
"You will pay for this," said Marina.
"Absolutely," said Kate. "Now get on that stage and give me my money's
worth because you will not get a towel and dry outfit until you do.")
Obviously, as she had just had a jug of water thrown over her every man
in the club could see Marina's bra through her top. Part of me wanted to
protect my wife from what I could see was about to happen as Marina
strode towards the stage and Kate announced "Tonight we have a special
performance from one of our regular customer's wifes, the town's reigning
wet teeshirt champion - Marina!" but part of me wanted her to remove that
wet blouse she was wearing and perform.
I was gripped and focused on what was happening on the stage a customer
stuck his hand under my tutu and pinched my arse, reminding me
momentarily of just how I was dressed and of how my wife who was just
removing her blouse had caused me to be dressed like this. I was
distracted from Marina for just a moment and I looked around for Jenny
when I noticed her being French kissed by one of the men from the
building estate, who was groping her arse at the same time. She looked
like she was enjoying it. I was happy that she was happy but felt she
could have found a better class of man elsewhere.
Just then I saw my prudish wife took off her skirt and now stood on stage
in a black half slip and black camisole as the customer pinched my arse
again. I turned to say something and felt my head being grabbed from
behind and a man's tongue going into my mouth. This was a new
experience. As he was kissing me he squeezed my arse and I felt short of
breath and slightly giddy...
I was enjoying this man's aggressive approach and responded with my
tongue. By the time I stopped kissing him my wife had removed her half
slip and camisole and was now standing there in a red and black bra and
matching panties and garter belt with fishnet stockings on and the men in
the club were going wild. The man who had kissed me was standing behind
me with his right hand on my left breast and his left hand on my right
breast and kissing my neck.
I had as much chances of escaping his grip as my semi-naked wife did of
avoiding getting "her tits out for the lads" as the builders table was
chanting. I watched as my wife took her bra off in time with the music
and the place erupted. My wife was had her right hand on her left breast
and her left hand on her right breast.
It was only now that Kate helped her from the stage and led her backstage
for some clothing. When she came back out Marina was dressed as the
black swan and had clearly been told to clean tables with Jenny and me.
I wanted to tell her not to worry and that it would be alright as I
looked at Jenny being groped again by her builder but I did not know that
for certain and couldn't lie to her. One thing that I did know, on the
strength of her first impromptu performance, was that she would make good
money. It was only a matter of time before my new boyfriend discovered
the secret between my legs and then what would become of me?
Angelica
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