Encounter With A Male Stripper

It was a balmy Friday evening the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Wishing that any type of wind would come through I had to run to the mall to pick up a few things before they closed. Victoria's Secret has always been my favorite place to bury myself and I could spend countless hours in there if time allowed. Grabbing the keys to the car I rushed quickly out the door in anticipation that I would not run into any type of traffic as that would only delay what needed to accomplished. It was already seven o'clock and the mall closed at nine. I was thirty five minutes away and time could not be wasted. Listening to oldies I approached the mall and scurried around slowly trying to find a parking space, "at last" , I said to myself a parking space. Grabbing my purse and locking the door with the key-less remote I hurried along remembering that I had to come back through Macy's as that is where I had parked. Walking briskly through Macy's out of the corner of my eye I noticed the male stripper wearing a pair of 501 Jeans and a White T-Shirt his rock hard muscles glistening as the reflection of the department store lights bounced off of his arms. Looking at that almost made me realize what I was there to do so I hurried along out through the massive doors which dumped out into the mall. God only knows I hated to rush, but when you have family, work and other agendas it appears that time is so limited. I approached Spencer's knowing they had a few gag gifts that I had to purchase as the party we were going to attending was the following day so we certainly did not have time to shop. Once inside I ran into the male stripper again, was he following me? I didn't notice him as I raced through the mall so maybe it was a figment of my imagination. Grabbing the shot glasses and the doll I approached the counter and non-chalantly asked , " Did you by chance see the gentleman in the White T-Shirt and 501 Blue Jeans?", I asked the girl at the counter. " Yes I did,", she replied. I knew then it wasn't a figment of my imagination and certainly he had been following me through the mall. Making a phone call to my husband as the transaction was completed I marched out the door to Victoria's Secret, my husband knew I had to stop there as I could not go to the mall without going into Victoria's Secret to purchase perfume, body sprays, or lingerie. Walking briskly and not paying attention I bumped right into the tall handsome man, the strength of his hand grabbed my upper arm ,my mouth dropped as he assisted me with untangling my sandal and foot from the cord of the heavy-duty stripping machine that I somehow managed to trip into not paying attention to what was in front of me and realizing that he was the male stripper with the White T-Shirt and 501 Jeans. This was my ultimate encounter with the male stripper, I wonder what my husband would have thought if I would have brought him home to strip our floors?

Shame on all of you for thinking that it was a naughty story, after all do you believe I would write something like that?

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