5th Stripping "On Holiday with the Girls"
Anyway most of the girls on me student intake kept in touch regularly whilst we were posted in various parts of the hospital and decided that we all a deserved holiday in the sun.
Now here we are 8 student nurses in Ibiza in two ajoining self catering apartments causing mayhem wherever we go. We spend a large part of the day recovering from the night before and after a week I think we all ahd fallen asleep on the beach and woke up minus bikini bottoms ( we were topless anyway).
The night clubs were fantastic and 8 nurses were welcome anywhere we did not have to pay entry anywhere. As usual in these clubs the games and competitions revolving around nudity and flashing body parts or wet T shirts etc. One of our girls got through to the final and won the wet t shirt competition one evening and as well as a cash prize and a case of cheap sparkling wine the losing finalist stripped her of her bottoms and threw them into the crowd. Her t shirt had long long at this point but the combination of euphoria and drink made her oblivious to the cheering, but what the heck she was on holiday.
In the second week we were at a new club with another set of games, the usual bring up a bra, bring up somebody else's bra, knickers etc. All the other girls had suffered topless karaoke and forfeited clothing and I had until now got off relatively lightly.
The game consisted of teams of 8 (by coincidence!) and various tasks like collect 8 beermats, them 8 different shoes, then out of the blue the request came out for 1 naked nurse. I did not find out until later that a couple of the girls reckoned it was my turn and were worried that we were running out of time. There was no problem at all with the DJ and he apparantly was quite keen on the idea!
We were in a circle on the dance floor and I was looking round to see if there was an obvious victim but everytime my eyes met with my friends they were all looking at me. My heart dropped as I realised that I was about to stripped in public in front of total strangers. I was pushed into the centre of the circle and they set about removing the minimal clothing that I had on. You don't wear much in a spanish night club and it did not take long to have it forcibly removed. They carried me to the DJ on the stage who was clearly delighted and I was held for the deafening crowd to see. Now that was embarrassing my clothes were lost in the rush and I was given a long t shirt to wear for the rest of the evening.
On the back of the t shirt it says "I was stripped at Club Loco and was given this t shirt to get home"
When we eventually went from the club I read the signs outside where the stripping is a nightly attraction and I had been unaware if it. I still have the t shirt which is a good reminder of my first public stripping.
Saturday, 1 April 2000
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