Dare to bare

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“We must dare, and dare again, and go on daring.” ~ Georges Danton

Many years ago in a hotel room in Vegas…. Now that is an opening to a story right there and indeed it is

Michael and I were having a long distance relationship and due to his work at the time we had an opportunity to meet in Vegas for a week or so. Clearly not an opportunity to be missed.

As Vegas is wont to be it is hot, beautifully so in my opinion but according to Michael nothing is beautiful about the heat in Vegas. Anyway, we were also on a budget. Both of us being fairly poor at the time, but his work has paid for a room at a rather nice hotel. We had been out to find food and explore and were back in the room.

At the time we had a friendship group online that we had found through a kinky writers website. On this day in question we had all arranged to meet online and somehow a game of truth and dare was instigated. Being a cautious person who never takes a dare I obviously opted for truth when it was my go and mostly so did all the other people on the call but Michael being Michael plumped for a dare when it was his turn.

After some discussion between the group the dare was settled upon

“Give Molly a stripper style lap dance”

I am not sure what I was expecting but I soon realised that he was going to deliver something memorable when he jumped up from the bed and started to get dressed. Why was he undressed? Because Vegas is hot, beautifully so in my opinion so I had the balcony doors open and the air con off. The opposite of what Michael would have picked but he liked indulging me even though it meant he was roasting, hence laying around with nothing on.

Anyway, out came a shirt and some underwear and then he was hunting round on his computer for some suitable music to accompany his performance. He settled on Joe Cocker, You can keep your hat on. As the music filled the room he wandered over to the bathroom door, opened it up and draped himself around it so that just a leg was showing.

The next 2 to 3 minutes will stay with me for a long as I live. I can tell you now Michael has studied every stripper move and recreated them with startling and at times disturbing accuracy. All I can say is that something can never be unseen.

By the end of it I was laying on the bed trying to recover because I have laughed so hard that my stomach hurt and I could hardly breathe. Sadly there is no photographic evidence of his stripper lap dance moves, which is probably just as well really but the image above is from another occasion where he took the dare, which was to wear a pair of my knickers for the day.