...u ready to strip diphthong?” Sam asked. Apparently she had the music all ready to go (she was the one setting music).
“Uh, yeah I guess. Let them in.” I answered. She opened the door and they walked in. A few looked exited and the rest just looked normal. They stood in front of the stage that Carly and I built (Sam said, ‘I won the bet so I shouldn’t have to make anything!’), the one I was standing on, getting ready to strip. Sam walked up on the stage, in front of me, and started the show.
“Hello ladies. Here is Freddorito Benson stripping for you all.” Sam announced. Then she whispered to me, “Start when the music does.” then she walked off the stage and a song started. It was the song that always got me all weird feeling, I forgot the name to it but it was very strip sounding. Dang it Sam, you know me too well. I started moving my dick back and forth and repeated that many times. Then I pulled off my jacket and threw it to the side, one girl made a little squeal. While still moving back and forth I loosened and pulled off my tie. The girl whho squealed before said excitedly, “Take it off!” Sam rolled her eyes at her. I wanted to too but I resisted, then I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slowly slid it off. The girl and (surprisingly) some other girls too gasped/sighed when I took it off.
“You like that ladies?” I said and slipped off my belt and tossed it over where my shirt, tie and jacket were. They seemed to like th...