What Are Friends For?
Keywords: For?, What, Are, Friends,
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It began with a relatively innocent prank. It was as innocent as pranks between old friends go. Matt and Dave were lousy drinkers and just could not manage to keep up with me some times. I had come from an Irish family and had been drinking since I was 10 or 11 years old. A few tours in the army added to my tolerance to heavy drinking. Matt and Dave always did their worst to keep up whenever we had a boy's night out. The problem was that I had no mercy on them when they got so drunk that they passed out. On many occasions I used the opportunity to embarrass them in the most creative ways possible. These pranks would include anything from painting moustaches on their face with felt tip markers, to getting them in compromising photos with strippers or what have you. I knew that they had both plotted revenge many times but they were never able to get me to pass out drunk before they did themselves. I always kept my eyes open around them, as good as friends as we all were, they could not be trusted.
On this occasion, my girlfriend, Roxy and I were newly engaged and the boys decided to make a celebration of it. They promised a night out of town to go to on the piss, drinking at every strip joint and pub we came across. We drove 125 miles to the city and booked into a cheep motel room on the strip near one of the strip joints. The party began with some in room drinks then we made our way out by taxi and hit as many bars as we could find. As usual, Matt and Dave tried their best to get me drunk again but it was a normal pattern. I wasn't too worried yet. Finally at midnight or so we ended up at the strip joint across from the motel. Now if I have a weakness in my armour, it is for dancers. I love everything about them. To me they personify womanhood. They are the sexiest creatures on the planet whose sole purpose is to seduce men. They are perfect women to me. Their bodies, their scent, their moves, all have a profound impact on me. I truly zone out when a hot dancer is working on me.
The boys were generously buying me private dances and I wasn't refusing. One dancer had me completely under her spell and I was in another world. My friends brought me drinks from the bar while I enjoyed the company of Buffy. After taking a hard swig of one drink after a song ended I started feeling very light headed and dizzy. The colours were blending together and balance became a problem, suddenly I felt like I was in a hole and everything went dark. I was out.
When I awoke with a massive hangover to an alarm clock that read 11:30 I tried to get my bearings. My head was thumping and it quickly dawned on me that the boys had slipped me something in my drink to do me in. I shut off the horrible alarm and picked up my naked body from the floor. I realized soon enough that I was in the motel room but I was naked. I looked around for some cloths but couldn't find any. My two friends were nowhere in sight, and neither were my things. I looked out the window and the parking lot was empty. Were they coming back? I decided that this was the revenge prank I had always been dreading and went into the bathroom to inspect the damage. To my surprise I was not covered in writing or marker and had no obvious tattoos or body modifications. I didn't look too bad, even at 29years of age. I have always been very fit, not muscular but slim from swimming. I still had my shaving kit, either they forgot to nab it or left it on purpose. Either way I could clean up. I hopped into the shower and turned it on cold.
During my wake up shower it dawned on me that check out time was noon. Had the room been paid for or did the guys stick me with it. If my wallet were gone what would I do? I shut the water off and jumped out in a panic. I searched frantically for my wallet but to no avail. Checking the time I realized I had ten minutes to do something. I looked around the room for something to wear. Since it wasn't the Grande Hotel, there were very few things and no bathrobes. What would I wear? The curtains, bed sheets, towels were not comforting alternatives. I had to get out of there fast and needed to move quickly. I chose a towel. I peeked out to look around. I saw the maid cart a few rooms down and the maid entering a room. At the end of the corridor was a utility closet with the door left open that the maid was probably using to store the cart but left open while doing her rounds. Leaving the door wedged open, I sprinted down to the closet in my towel and looked inside for anything to use. It was pretty sparse, towels mostly but I did spot a maid uniform neatly pressed on a shelf. Running out of time and options I grabbed it and sprinted back to my room. When inside, I quickly threw on the grey dress. For a moment I felt kind of funny, kind of sexy wearing a dress with nothing on underneath. The maid was done with the room she was in and was now going into the room next to mine. I had to move now. I grabbed my shaving kit and made a run for it.
Outside in my bare feet wearing a cheap motel maid uniform I made a run for it getting clear of the motel as quickly as possible. I ran across the street to the parking lot behind the strip joint. I don't know how many people in passing cars saw me but was only concerned that nobody from the motel spotted me. Checking that the coast was clear, I sized up my options. I was 125 miles from home, with no money, no ID, no shoes and wearing a maid uniform, which was beginning to feel kind of nice. As I sat lurched behind some garbage cans I noticed the front part of my dress tenting up with an erection. I wrote it off to an adrenaline rush and gave it no more thought. I figured if I could find a pay phone, I could phone one of my bonehead friends collect and demand them to come and get me. I definitely didn't want anyone else to see me like this. In order to get to a pay phone I would have to go looking dressed like I was. It wasn't as if I could pass for a woman and inconspicuously stroll through public looking for one. I have very short hair, a goatee and my legs were hairy. It would never work. I thought if I could find some male cloths to steal and change that would be better but looking around did not see how I could work that.
As I sat there going over my options while fighting a hangover I gazed around the parking lot. One car was present. I had no idea what to do. Suddenly, I was alarmed by the sound of a door opening at the back of the strip joint. I hid quietly as I watched a grubby, dirty looking man taking out the garbage. He filled the dumpster with some trash bags and then went back inside. This was obviously the janitor doing his morning after clean up. It gave me an idea but I would have to wait until he came out again. I snuck around the garbage bins to the other side of the back door. And hid behind some boxes. Soon enough, the door opened again as the burly man brought out some more trash bags. I quickly and quietly slipped inside the unlocked door without being noticed. Once inside I had to find a hiding place since the janitor would soon return. I ran into the back and up some stairs and found myself in a change room with a bathroom and a window facing the back. I jumped in the shower stall and pulled the curtain closed. I waited quietly and listed as the janitor went about his rounds down stairs. After twenty minutes or so I heard the door again and looked outside the window as the man got into his car and drove off. It appeared that I was alone for a while. I had no idea what time anyone would be returning as the place was closed on Sunday until 8:00 pm.
I ventured out and looked around. It was quiet so I was sure I was alone. I soon found a bottle of aspirin and took a couple for my headache along with some whisky. I could find nothing in the way of men's clothing to change into just a dressing room full of stripper's costumes. I looked at myself in one of the large full-length mirrors in my shabby maid uniform. It seemed so un-sexy compared to all the hot outfits in the change room. I pulled some outfits off of the rack and held them up to myself in the mirror and began getting very excited. I thought of how sexy I would look in some of those cloths. That gave me an idea. I took my shaving kit and hit the shower. I took off the maid uniform and slipped into the hot shower. I took my razor and shaved my legs, armpits and the sparse chest hair I had. Then I gave my entire face a good close shave. I tidied up some more, brushing my teeth, and such and put on a silky black robe. There was a shelf full of wigs most of which were outrageous and I selected a subtler redhead wig that was long and curly. I sat at a mirror and went through the makeup items. I began experimenting with everything, including false eyelashes, eyeliner, lipstick, everything. I even trimmed and tweezed my eyebrows. I was fair-haired to start, so I didn't have too much to pluck. I lost track of time as I made myself up. It was incredible to watch myself transform from plain old me into a hot looking babe. I even painted my toenails. Eventually I could not recognize the pretty woman looking back at me in the mirror. She was magnificent. I was so turned on my hard-on was straining. I leaned back and began stroking it and in record short time I exploded all over myself in a gusher I had never witnessed before. As I sat there still staring at the sexy creature looking back at me I scooped up some of my come with my fingers and like a practiced porn star began to seductively lick it all up off my fingers. It's as if it wasn't me, it was the sexy redhead in the mirror. I had never done that before. I loved it and made me even hornier.
I tried to wipe it out of my mind after realizing how much time had passed. I fixed my lipstick and started picking out an outfit. Most of the cloths were very skimpy and very few could be worn in public by anyone. I found a black leather mini skirt that I recognized from one of the dancers the night before.
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Keywords: For?, What, Are, Friends,