Glamour Shots, Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 11

... a short time!” That was said in a way that I sensed (again, using my almost legendary powers of perception) meant that I was apparently in the doghouse for fraternizing with a stripper. I laughed it off. “Oh, right! Give me a break – how many times did you get groped while you were running around, basically trying to get yourself groped?!” “Mmm, uh, not too many. A few, let’s say. Are you going to shower, or just wash your face?” I shook my head, laughing. “You’re not trying to change the subject, are you?” “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Hey, did you know that you were Charlie’s best buddy?” “Now you’re just grasping at straws.” “No, seriously! He just said that, and he was so nice and considerate just then I almost didn’t recognize him!” “Maybe having that big dildo crammed up his butt is good for him.” I sighed. “I guess, you know, we’re good friends. We’ve sure known each other a long time, and I’m one of the few that lets most of his more obnoxious garbage just slide off because I know what he’s really like. Being his ‘best buddy’ isn’t the worst thing, I suppose.” Alli smiled. “Try not to smother him with your enthusiasm.” I chuckled. “Look, we’re business partners - and we’re friends; let’s not get all gooey over it, okay? Guys are just friends, it’s not some big emotional thing, and I actually think I’m at least as close to Rob and Sherry as I am to Charlie.” She said, “He’s not so bad, and buried behind all of that bluster and crudeness I think he has an inner ...

... child still.” The way she’d phrased it made me laugh. “The only way Charlie has an inner child is if he ate one recently; remember, this is the guy that spends a significant chunk of his waking hours at a strip club!” Alli giggled. “Well…maybe he was breast-fed as a baby and it brings back happy memories.” “Now you’re talkin’!” I put my arms around her from behind, my hands automatically going to their most natural position, which is cupping her breasts. “I was, and I know I sure do like these things; maybe there is some merit in that theory.” She put her hands over mine. “I’m glad – remind me to thank your mother next time we see her. Hey, is she the one that taught you that little thing you do with your tongue, where you…” I pushed her away. “Oh, ick! Now you’re just getting gross! You’ve obviously been around Charlie way too much.” She was laughing. “Yeah, I apologize for that one, that was pretty bad. So, should we get out of these things and go join the party?” I shrugged. “Might as well do it if we’re going to, I guess.” I made sure the door was closed and started to strip out of my costume, while Alli did the same. The hood/stole thing went first, which was a huge relief, and I scratched my itchy head, and next went the leggings, gloves, and shirt, and finally the pants, which left me standing there in only my silly leopard thong/pouchy/g-string thing. By the time I got to that stage, Alli was completely naked, and she turned to give me a hug. A hug from a nude Allison is ...