I turned up with my friend Bex to her boyfriend's birthday party. She'd reluctantly agreed to let him have a stripper, organized by his friends. Everyone drank a lot as the hours went by the stripper didn't turn up. I heard some guys saying "But we need tits, how about Lizz" I reaslizred what they wanted when they came over with fifty dollars. At first i refused but the party seemed to be grinding to a hault and I didn't want Bex to feel bad. I had one more glass of wine and took to the centre of the floor. Someone put on "Bad Medicine" and I went with the flow, Guys were hollaring and going wild. Bex looked happy. My nerves settled down and as I took my bra off I loved the anticipation. All the guys wanted me. In the morning I woke up and felt sooooo embarassed