Fire Hosed

Fire Hosed

By Richard Bacula

When the stripper finally arrived, he was wearing a fireman's uniform. Not the kind that they use when they're fighting fires; it was the blue kind that makes them look kind of like a cop. It didn't fit him right, though. It was too tight on his bulging muscles, making it look like his thighs and biceps might start busting seams if he tried to actually dance. Maybe, Denise thought, that's part of his routine.

Sue and Sarah practically pounced on the guy, and Denise wasn't surprised. The five office gals had been waiting so long for him to show up, Allison's birthday cake was demolished, and both boxes of wine were half-empty. Everybody was pretty drunk for two in the afternoon on a workday, but Denise had been so proud of how hard they'd all worked on the Berringer project, she was fine with them losing a day's work for a party. Morale was always important.

They'd been talking about strippers, and swapping sex stories, and everybody was already pretty turned on. That, along with the anticipation that the guy's late arrival caused, had Sue and Sarah more than ready for a handsome man to show up.

"I'm here to do the inspection," the guy said.

"Ooh!" Sue ran a hand over the guy's chest and abs. "You can inspect me!"

Sarah slapped the man's firm ass, making a loud smack, then shut the door behind him.

"You're running late," Sarah said. "Let's get...