I: you are going to see a lot of this and i dont want you to make any rules
F: dont worry, I like the way you dress and dont get pregnant like those dumb white chicks
I: come on bro, its me and i am not that dumb. Ok whats in your hand
F: Oh, this. Son of a bitch at my work, told me that if i work hard, i will get a incentive, so i worked hard and he gave this “gift”, i really expected money.
I: Oh. What is that anyway?
F: It looks like a slutty dress, the kind, american whores wear? what should i do with this?
I: For a starter, you can give it to me
F: you? really?I: why not?
F: I dont know, if you can wear this, you will look like a whore.I: So what? Atleast then i will look like an average american.
F: Ok, if you say so.
I: Can we go out?
F: where? why?
I: Look i have some money, your face look so shit faced. There is a new pub opened around the corner. lets go there. I will wear this dress
F: What if somebody from our mosque saw us?I: then we can ask, what the fuck are you doing in the pub?
F: lol. True
then i ran to my bedroom, wore that dress and come out, faisal’s jaw dropped to the ground and “Wow, just WOW”. Lets go. This is the 1st time, i am feeling like this and its awesome. We entered the place and there were long queue and i am definitely head turner, as we walked in, there are so many girls dancing on stage, some are naked, some have very little to no dress.
F: Hey Iqra. this is not a pub, its a fucking strip club
I: How the fuck should i know?
F: so what do we do now?
I: we didnt come all the way to return immediately. we are here and you have some fun
F: what about u?
I: I am not into girls bro. Holy shit!!
F: what?
I: Look at the stripper on that stage
F: What? why? who is that?
I: you dont know her?
F: No
I: thats Sultana, Our Imam’s daughter
F: No fucking way
I: Wow, she can move. She always covered herself from head to toe and act so pious. Look at her
F: What do we do now?
I: I have an idea
F: What do you gonna do?
I: Wait and watch
After that, lot of thoughts coming to my mind, Why Sultana is doing this? How did she end up her? and so many things. I moved on and stand near the stage and yelled “Sultana, you are such a whore” She shocked and started shaking after seeing me. She cant stop in the middle of the show now, she continued to give her best show till she got her naked. “Wow” I exclaimed, then she got off the stage carrying her dress and grabbed me inside her dressing room. I stopped her when she was about to wear her dress.
Sultana: you work here?
Iqra; You wish, i am not a whore like you sultana
S: Oh, then what are you doing here and why are you dressed like one?
I: You are naked slut and atleast i am not fucking others like you
S: Ok. what do you want?
I (lied): Look sultana, i dont want to fight with you, i just came with my brother to have some fun and i saw you here and i am just curious now and what happened to you? you are not like this?
S: Does your brother saw me.
I: Oh yeah, he saw everything, now tell me.
S: I am not professional stripper, i just come here whenever i need money or let off some steam. So please dont tell to anybody.