Ladies Night

The following posting was submitted by one of our avid readers. The names and original story have been altered slightly to protect the innocent.

While I was in situation omitted, a group of us "cool people" would go out every Thursday night (guess why Thursday... urrs, Ladies, lovely ladies) to Copper Cellar on the Strip. So, one night, crowded as usual, some girl comes up to me and asks if I could help her out with a bachelorette party. Before knowing what I was really agreeing to, I said "Urrs" (Yes). So, she leads me over to this table full of girls (all good looking, super successful dark haired types, with one blond). The one blond girl comes up to me and whispers that she needs to swap her bra for my underwear. Now, Cary Grant that I am, luckily I just so happened to have on a pair of (the only pair I've ever owned of) "cool guy" boxers like from an Abercrombie and Fitch ad), that name withheld had given me for Valentine's Day, that particular year... plus I had just taken a shower and they were fresh and clean. So, with all that in mind, she and I went downstairs to the bathrooms, and when came back out and gave each other our underwear. That girl was name withheld. I knew her, she may or may not have known me. I acted like I didn't care and had to get back to my friends. See ya.