My next stripping was as a result of revenge. What does the saying say, “Hell as no fury like a woman scorned”. Another colleague had managed to snag herself a real dishy porter. I know people tend to think that nurses get off with doctors but this is actually rare. It may
be more common in teaching hospitals. By the time medical students have completed there training they are normally hitched to some female medical colleague or other university type. It may be different now with nurses going to university. So in my day it tended to be the young porters or maintenance guys.
Well I really hated this colleague can’t remember why. Just one of those teenager things I think. I was in my second year towards the end so I would be nineteen and the all important half. Well I was regarded, and I say this without any of my mothers or younger sisters superiority which would get up everyone’s nose, quite a beauty. I found out through
another porter trying to chat me up that this other guy really fancied me. A plot hatched and a couple of none chance ‘chance” meetings had him snared. By this time in my life I’d had two little flings with sex. I’d realised on chance meeting two that Adonis was all show and no punch but that didn’t stop me from getting him into bed. It wasn’t the best sex or
my finest hour. I made sure everyone knew I’d had him by telling the local frigid motor mouth. Well by all accounts my colleague was crushed and devastated. She had a bit of a thing about her looks apparently and felt that Adonis being her bloke made her some how more beautiful. She’d learn that men are fickle especially porters.
Weeks went by with a kind of simmering animosity. This resulted in two camps being formed and some practical joking with syringes of water and cat calling. Then one day this colleague and her main friend approach with an acquaintance of mine and say they want to bury the hatchet. My immediate response was “Yeah in my back” but I was convinced that this was not the case and it was agreed that we would all go out club. My friends and hers together. So we have a great time out share stories about blokes our dreams and so on. We decide to go to a out of town rave that one of her mates knew about. So we go outside, she and the acquaintance link my arms as we walk to find a taxi. I the colleague scorned two of her friends and the acquaintance all get in together. My friends taxi sets off first with the girl who knows where the rave is. One of the girls getting in with us is talking to the driver giving directions I think.
Chatting away I wasn’t really following where we where going. The taxi is twisting and turning and I'm being thrown around a bit next thing I now is that the taxi as pulled up somewhere and we are all outside. I look around and it’s the middle of an industrial estate and we are quite alone. ‘this way says the colleague and we walk off between two units.
Arriving at a door she knocks and knocks again. The door is eventually opened and the noise from inside is deafening. A rave in full swing. We work our way in and I’m surprised to find that we’ve walked out onto a stage. Suddenly my senses return to me and a comment of earlier floods back but its far two late. The two guys who are DJ’s grab my arms tightly but not violently and propel me out into the middle of the staged area. The music is reduced in volume and the DJ announces “Here is the bitch of the week, Sandra from Gateshead. She stole another girls bloke. What should we do to her”” Well the chorus from the crowd was ‘strip her, strip her, strip her”. “I can’t hear you”” says the DJ with
a hand to his hear pretending to be deaf. I'm now struggling for all I’m worth and the crowd is wild. ‘sorry love” the DJ says and with that hands me back over to the colleague and her friends. This isn’t the usual in hospital stripping, this is a frenzied attack. I’m really
fighting for my life they are pulling on my top and trying to pull it off but my waist belt is stopping them. The DJ realises and he comes over and undoes it throwing it into the audience which alarms me. The release of the belt means that my top now pulls off along my arms and over my head as it does the release of tension sends me stumbling and
tipsy as I was I just to say managed to stay stood. But my ankle turned and one heel came off which then had me hobbling o two counts. This just made it easier for them when they grabbed me and dragged me more forward again to yank off my skirt and panties in one motion.
I had gone into some kind of a trance so was aware of my state but not reacting to it, then reality flooded back in and I realised that I was now turned such that the audience could see well everything. The bra now didn’t last long and with them pulling my arms out straight crucifix style was now fully displayed. One of the group pulled my skirt and panties of from around my ankles and separated them sending them into the crowd to large cheers.
The DJs where commentating all the time this was going on now they commentated on me, “Well the bitch isn’t much to write home about” “Well we wanted melons and got grapefruits” “No there more like lemons” the other one said. “Why’s she got the pet hamster glued to her pussy”, “I thought it was her cat eating a mouse” “Lets have a look at her cute arse” the girls turned me around “I’ve seen less lard in a chippy”.
Once they’d had their fun showing me off all the time tears streaming down my face the DJ said, ‘the bitch of the week’ in a crescendo voice and I was pulled off stage to the back door minus clothing as it was cast to the crowd. I never got any of it back which cost about £20 quite a bit in those days to low paid student nurses. The doorman thrust a t-shirt as it turned out into my hands and the girls shoved my clutch bag into them. I was then shoved quite naked outside into the night in the middle of an industrial estate.
I came to my senses and quickly dressed now realising the cloth I’d been given a t-shirt. It barely, and I perhaps mean not at all covered my body. I had to pull the hem down to really cover my bush. I now had no idea where I was and knew I just couldn’t be here. This was in the days of no mobile phones. I had no choice but to try and find my way out of the estate. Walking bear foot wasn’t easy. It took me a while to find the right road exiting the estate. I walked down to the main road and only then got my bearings. It was at least five miles back to town and then another few to my flat. I checked my bag and found a note that I later read and at lease had some money to get a taxi if one came by.
I started walking along the road having since there was only me around it seemed little point pulling the t-shirt down so my bottom and lower bush would b well on show. I walked for about 30 minutes until I got to the then main road between Gateshead and Felling. Now this was much more used and cars started to pas me piping. A couple of cars full of guys came passed shouting out of the window. After about another 15 minutes
may be twenty a taxi came by.
It was horrible sitting there fidgeting trying to keep properly covered. It took just 10 minutes at that time of night for him to get me back to my flat. Standing at his window to pay I had no choice but to leave go of my hem and I could see him looking. I was a few pence short of the fare and I apologised and said I’d drop it in the next day. He looked at
me and didn’t say anything. I knew what he was thinking. I just chucked the money at him and called him a pervert and stormed off into my building.
You’d think I would have learned my lesson. But no when I was twenty four just after I’d left hubby I took another colleagues man with even worse consequences. I will write that one up in due course.
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