1. Rachel's Dare - Part 3


    Date: 1/21/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    predominately male friends here will be far more tolerant of you strutting around in the clothes I've chosen." Rachel paused at that, seemingly to visualise something that a brought huge, goofy smile to her face. "However," she finally said, with the smile now being replaced by a solemn expression, "should the Bears be winning, then these people will need cheering up." Rachel paused again, letting the magnitude of that scenario sink in, before seeming to brighten up slightly at the next thought. "And I suspect you've got just the outfit in that bag of yours to bring a little joy back into these poor men's lives." Rachel leaned back in her chair, and drank her beer, as the start of the first quarter began to play out on the big screen. Half time , I thought. It all starts at half-time . We'd arrived in Boston a few hours ago, and checked in to the hotel. I was only staying overnight, and had a Monday morning flight back. We'd booked in separate rooms, dropped off what luggage we'd brought, and grabbed a quick bite to eat. We were staying in central Boston near one of the main entertainment districts, and we'd found the sports bar that Rachel had been told about fairly easily. The rules we'd agreed to yesterday had been fairly simple. We'd watch the game together, and wait until half time. Whoever's team wasn't winning at half time, then had to go change into the outfit given to them, and wear it for the rest of the match. Rachel had expressed her limits on what I could choose ...
    in a very straightforward manner. Nothing that would get her arrested, other than that, I was to use my imagination. I'd told her the same, and the twinkle she'd got in her eyes suggested that she was way ahead of me in thinking what to get. Whoever's team wasn't winning would then get to experience just how long a half of football can drag on for, until we discovered who the ultimate winner of the match was. That's when things would get really interesting. Rachel had clearly been doing her homework on what there was to do in Boston. As she'd explained on the phone yesterday, she knew there were two strip clubs relatively close to the sports bar. The first was a ordinary, naked-girls-on-the-stage strip club, the second was of the opposite persuasion - a male strip club. I felt my mouth go dry again as I recalled what I'd thought as Rachel explained the night's finale. The loser was to go to a strip club, and the winner was to talk the manager into letting the loser strip. Rachel had laughed at my obvious discomfort at that prospect, and had compromised by saying that the loser would only have to strip down to a thong. "However," she'd added, in a mysterious tone, "the winner would be allowed to present the loser with an 'optional' dare to really add the final punch to the whole stripping experience." For some reason, now lost on me, I'd agreed to all of that. Perhaps it was the sense that my luck was due to turn. Perhaps it was the mental image of Rachel stripping down to the ...
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