Champs, this is Bob. Bob, this is Champs.
Hi, nice to meet you… although, I’m sure I’ve met you before…
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing! Ah well, it’ll come to one of us just now!
10 minutes into the conversation at this civilised party this weekend, and my mind was still trying to figure it out. Hmmm, peculiar. He is quite cute. Aaak, knowing me I once made a right fool of myself flirting with him, or… something is telling me I have seen him naked… but how could that be possible?? I wouldn’t have forgotten THIS guy. Hmmm… chat chat lovely day yes chat laugh chat… OH MY GOD I REMEMBER!! I remember him dressed only in a skimpy tanga, him making me run my hands down his gorgeous chest that was slicked in baby oil … ohfuck, I have had to nibble at chocolate that was tucked just within this man’s tanga!...… Fuckfuckfuck…where to look… yes, yes, lovely weather today chat chat polite chuckle, so is this your girlfriend?… Ha ha, nice to meet you… You two make a lovely couple. More wine? Where is that tequila?.... So… do you know you boyfriend is stripping for Northern suburb girl’s Hen Partys?
I do still think they make a lovely couple.
A few hours after they had left, I decided it was safe enough to ask the host about this… and apparently, I wasn’t the only girl at the party to realise she’d once been audience to this man’s paid stripping talents!