Love Elevator

Love Elevator 20 - Libby

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-Recap-

I scowled at her statement, but I couldn’t blame her. I looked like one in this dress. Libby laughed because of that and I just rolled my eyes. I really enjoyed this moment, but I was dying to know what she was thinking about the mating thing. I told her to stop in front of my room. “Wait, this is my room. We can hide in there first.” I tried to look for the key in my pants.

Damn! I left my pants in the elevator. We could hear the loud steps of her mother’s shoes. “Give you black hairpin!”

“What?”

“Give me your hairpin; I will open this damn door.” I repeated my request again. She obeyed me and did what I told her to do. I picked the lock in a heartbeat and we got inside the room in time. We could hear her mom’s footsteps away from my room; it made us breathe in relief. We looked at each other and laughed again. What a night!

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Libby

The glint in his eyes showed me that he was up to something. So, when he was going to tell me about the dare, I asked him not to torture me. He said okay. Even though I still didn’t believe him, at least he made me feel better. He asked me whether I knew what striptease was. Of course, I know! I could even describe the meaning perfectly. He thought I was a walking encyclopedia, well . . . it’s true. I have a photographic memory, so what I’ve read, I could remember it perfectly.

Why did he ask that question? He wasn’t going to let me do that, right? I love dancing, but not the sensual dance.  I asked him and my guess was true! He wanted me to do a striptease for him, and made it more like Burlesque. I did it by myself and then he would become my pole. Dang! I gulped and felt like I was going to throw up. I was not good at this kind of dancing at all and he wanted me to combine it with funny dance moves.

I asked whether I had to completely naked or not. Luckily, he was kind enough not to let me get naked; I could put on my underwear. I warned him that this would be sucked! He said that it was okay and reminded me that it had to be hot and funny. He wanted me to sing too.

This is going to be awkward.

I decided to do it, I wasn’t going to show him that I was scared. I kept saying I would do it, but I only took a deep breath. I had to be brave and I didn’t want to lose to him. Think of something! What would someone like Beyonce do? I remembered that she always let her wild side go, when she was on stage. An alter ego? What’s her name? Sasha? I think so. Then, I would do the same. Think of a cool name. Uhm . . . Something that had the same rhyme as Libby; Libby . . . hmm . . . Bambi? Well, this name was pretty fine.

Okay. Bambi . . . take a deep breath, and here we go! I started to move my hips by circling them around, that what the stripper always did in a movie. This was just a warm-up, then I made a pose. I just went with the flow and did the pose without thinking. I tried to look sexy, did it work? I saw his expression and he seemed enjoy looking at me. It gave me a boost for my confidence. I started to hum the song of my choice.

He wanted me to do the Burlesque thingy, so I chose a soundtrack from the movie. I tried to seduce him, more like Bambi did. The real me wouldn’t have the gut to do that. I just got my first kiss for God’s sake! I moved around like a pro, even though I kept sweating. I started to unbutton my shirt, well HIS shirt, beginning at the top. I tried to think of something sexy and decided to turn my back to him and looked back at him, then opened the rest of the button. After I opened the whole shirt, I started to sing.