Stripping, dancing, and Volleyball!

Photos were grabbed from Calgary Sport and Social Club's website. Feel free to visit their site to view all the photos!

The weekend was a good one.

Woke up after 3.5 hours of sleep to join Howard on a journey down to Sylvan Lake for a Beach Volleyball tournament. I spent a good portion of the ride down with my head out the window. Why does fresh air always make a hang-over feel better?

Anyways, we get to the tournament, meet our teammates, and we head over to the tournament. Alot of fun to be had, but let me fast forward to the end of the tournament. With the tournament wrapping up, all the teams head to the bar that sponsored the tournament. We settle in and watch the game and then start having shooters ....

This is when things get interesting. We start picking up speed on the alcohol consumption while door prizes are being handed out and contests are being put on for prizes.

Howard and Kevin enter the beer drinking contest and face a close loss. I enter the Dirty Joke contest and fail miserably. Dan enters the musical chairs and holds his own. Top marks to him in fact - he threw out some mean hip checks to beat a couple girls to the remaining chair. He also fell over one time and knocked over all the chairs. Eye of the tiger.

By now the night is really picking up. They announce another contest asking for four guys and four girls. A girl with a camera comes over and tell me this is the contest I need to get in on. I ask why and she says it's a strip-tease contest. Cool - it'll be fun to go up there and have a girl striptease for me! So I get up there. This is when the tables turn on me.

They announce that two girls and two guys are to sit on the chairs. So they do. Then they announce that the ones standing (myself included) will be dirty dancing, one-on-one, for each individual.

Cue the music.

So I dance for the first girl. A large dumpy looking girl, but she's cool and whoots and hollers as I put my cap on her - grab my ankles and feel myself up to my chest and rub my nipples. I then offer my ass for slapping and pretend like it hurts in a VERY pleasurable way. I walk around her dragging my fingers along her shoulders and throw a leg over her and do some thrusts. Anyways, the dancing continues this way. They call for us to move onto the next person. More of the same dancing - even throw in alot of shaking my booty (much to the pleasure of the older women along the side of the bar). They call for us to move along again to the next person ..... shit. a dude.

I look at him.

"hey"
"hey"
"so .... let's do this"
"okay ...it's ... it's alright"

Then I get on top of him and stradle him like I'm riding a bronc and buck while waving my hat. Proves to be a crowd favorite.

I make it past the qualifiers and to the top three for the final dance-off. The music starts and the other guys pull off their shirts and start dancning. I am apprehensive about taking off my shirt as I look like an anorexic chicken with back acne. But a girl from the audience has a different idea. This woman runs onto the stage and peels my shirt off, knocking off my cap, and catching me by surprise. She then starts rubbing her ass into my crotch and dirty dances with me. And announces she "loves this guy".

The contest ends and I sheepishly cover my nipples and look for my shirt. The girl announcing the contests remarks that it must be a little chilly. I feel like a slut.

The night continues on and it becomes apparent that I have alot of fans from my show. Namely older women.

I spend alot of the night being drug onto the dance floor, mostly by older women who then ask me to do the booty shake. One even held up my shirt so she could get a better look at my ass (and had no reserve about grabbing it). Some women weren't even waiting till I got off the dance floor before they were dragging me back. Thanks to one, I got to wear most of my drink and she grabbed my arm to dance with her. The woman who came up during the contest and stripped my shirt off shows me her chest and red bra. She ruffles my hair, kisses my forehead and licks her lips. I giggle nervously and dart my eyes around looking for Howard or someone I knew that I could run to.

By now we're getting really drunk. Kevin and I get creative with the beach towels I won for my dancing efforts. He wears his like a scarf and wears Vanessa's glasses to look intellectual and I wear mine like a superman cape. Kevin and I move to shots for a bit. I have to remind Kevin not to lick the girls and to quit telling them he has a small penis. I claim my shirt has special powers.

The night comes to an end with Vanessa driving all us to the hotel while we sing some song I can't remember. Until the next episode ....