the smoker

It was coming up. The arrangements had been made, this year it was going to be different. Every year around this time Tau Kappa Epsilon throws a party to seek out new pledges and perpetuate their legacy. Every year it’s the same thing, guys sit around drinking, smoking, and watching porn. But this year, Brett had a different idea. As head of social board for the frat, Brett decided to go for the real thing.

Though there were certainly some closer, the only place anyone in the frat knew to hire strippers from was about an hour away, so she had to be picked up. Since it was Brett’s idea, he volunteered, which didn’t make his girlfriend, Susan, too happy. “I don’t want you driving for an hour alone with a stripper.” “Fine, so come with,” he said. She agreed.

The couple arrived at their destination to find a girl and two men. The girl was an obvious knockout, even through layers of clothes, with a tight figure and soft welcoming face. She was a sharp contrast to her male counterparts, one in his forties and the other about Brett’s age, both large and unhappy looking. “I’m Mel, these are my bouncers,” the girl said, “they’re just going to make sure things go smoothly.” “My name’s Jim,” the older man said as he shook hands with Brett, “and this here’s son number three,” and pointed to the younger one.

Meanwhile, at the frat house, the guys were getting riled up with drugs and porn, anxiously awaiting the real entertainment of the night. The atmosphere was dingy and, to the elders of the frat, nostalgic of smokers they’d held in the past, with added excitement in anticipation of their guest.

The five of them squeezed into Brett’s small car and headed to the party. “It should go over real well, we’ve got a stage set up for you and a dressing room and everything, the guys are really excited,” Brett said to Mel. “That sounds fine, I just have a few rules I want everyone made aware of before I begin, Jim will make sure of it.” Jim added, “Me and number three will make the announcement, then we’re just going to hang out by the stage to make sure.” Brett glanced back at the two men through his rear view mirror; number three just looked out the window as if nothing interesting was going on in the world. Susan sat next to Brett and smiled fake, obviously uncomfortable with the company. The road was dark, poorly lit, and the silence that came with the drive unwelcome.

They arrived at the house to find a herd of drunken horny college students drooling at the prospect of a naked girl. So Mel changed into her little out fit in the dressing room the guys had made up for her. Jim gave his speech, while number three stood next to him, indifferent. Then Mel came out, to some music she brought, showing off more of her unimaginably perfect figure. She danced and flirted with the guys, accepting tips in her g-string and between her firm breasts. “Take it all off,” the guys would shout spontaneously from the crowd. Jim and number three just stood on opposite sides of the stage, watching her, still unhappy looking. Finally she was standing there unclothed and the guys cheered and hollered at the sight of her exposed body. She danced around the stage some more shoving her butt and breasts in their faces for approval and money. Then in one swift move she spun around and whipped off the wig she had been wearing, exposing a clean bald head. The wig was caught by one of the guys in the crowd, then immediately dropped to the floor. The mood in the room briefly changed and silenced like the skip of a record, then gradually resumed. A few days after the party, one of his frat brothers said to Brett, “she didn’t need to do that man, it really ruined it for some of us.”