Disclaimer: I made the mistake of asking some friends to give me a topic for a new story.  The jest of the conversation centered on ping-pong balls and their many uses.  With that in mind, I hope you enjoy the story. 

Dedication: This is dedicated to "tap, the wizard" and "Wizzy", my friends in crime.

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Angel leaned against the counter and watched as the tall, lanky woman struggled with her arms loaded down with books.  She watched as she juggled the tower of books, trying to keep them from leaning to the left.  Finally, the woman made it to the counter where she plunked down her load.  No sooner did she release them, than the whole pile of books fell to the side and tumbled onto the floor.  With a reddened face, the woman bent down below the counter and began picking up the spilled texts.  Angel grinned as she peeped over the counter and noted a hard, tight rear end pointed in her direction.  The woman’s jeans were pulled tight as she bent over giving Angel a mouth-watering view.  Angel grinned a lascivious grin as she imagined running her hands over the woman’s rear.  Just as her mind was wondering into forbidden territory, she felt a sharp jab to her ribs. 

“Damn it; are you going to help her or stand there ogling her all afternoon?”  Stevie asked as she stood in front of Angel. 

“Hmmm, is that a choice?  If so I think that I just might stand here and watch her ass a little longer.”  Angel whispered in the quiet of the library. 

“Tits and ass.  God… is that all you think of?” Stevie replied tartly. 

“Is there anything else?”  Angel said as she backed away from the counter. 

“For you…no!  Now, get out of my way and let me help this woman.  You sure as hell don’t seem to be offering.” 

“Work…work…work.  That’s what’s wrong with you, Stevie.  You don’t know the meaning of taking time out to admire the finer things in life.” 

“Sure I do but looking at a skinny ass is not my idea of finer things.”   

Stevie moved past Angel and waited as the woman finally picked up the last book and turned toward her. The woman handed her card to Stevie who quickly and efficiently processed her books.  Within minutes, the woman was reloaded and on her way out of the library. 

“Do you really believe all I think about is work?”  Stevie turned back to Angel who was checking returned books back into the database. 

“Well think about it Stevie.  You’ve done nothing for the past several months but come to work and go home.  I haven’t heard you talk about even one movie you’ve gone to see lately.  You’ve refused to go out with the gang and me every time we’ve asked you.  Ever since you broke up with Louise, you’ve become a hermit.” 

“Fuck… I told you to never mention her name around me again.”  Stevie said angrily as she turned and stomped toward the back of the booth. 

“Louise…Louise… Louise…” Angel taunted as she walked up behind Stevie.  “Come on kiddo, you have to start living again.  Don’t let the bitch think she’s won by making you afraid to reach out again.”  Angel reached out, placing her hand gently on Stevie’s shoulder. “Shake it off.  I tell you what.  A couple of us are planning to go to The KitKat Club tonight to watch some kind of new entertainment.  Why don’t you come with us?” 

Stevie sniffled before answering.  “I just don’t feel like it.  You all go on without me.” 

“NO!  It’s time you get your head out of your ass and realize she used you, Stevie.  She is a bitch.  She rode your coattails until a richer pussy came along.  Look how fast she dumped your ass.  THAT is not love, just lust.” 

“I know.  It still hurts knowing I could’ve been such a poor judge of character.  I loved her, you know.” Stevie said solemnly.

“True.  Love does hurt but, babe, don’t let this ruin your life.  There are many nicer women out there just waiting for a hunk like you.  Damn, if you weren’t my best friend, I’d be hitting you up for a date.” 

“As if I’d go out with your skanky type.” 

“That’s the spirit.  Now, what do you say?  Want to go with us tonight?” 

“What kind of show?” 

“Umm… not really sure.  I remember Susan saying something about it being a Ping-pong tournament.”  Angel mumbled while trying to avoid giving any details. 

“What.  In a strip club?  No way!” 

“Hell if I know, but I sure want to go and find out what it’s all about.  How about it?  Kick up your heels and come with us.  I promise, if you don’t want to stay, I’ll bring you back home.” 

“Well…I don’t have anything planned.  That’s for sure.  OK…fine.  I’ll go.” 

“YES!” Angel yelled while punching her fist into the air. 

“Shuuuuuu!  Will you be quiet before the people throw us out of the library for being too noisy?” 

Leaning toward Stevie, Angel whispered, “Okay, I’ll pick you up at nine pm tonight”  

“Fine.  I’ll be ready,” Stevie answered in a resigned tone of voice. 

******* 

Angel pulled up in front of Stevie’s apartment and lay on the horn.  She held it down until she saw Stevie poke her hand out the door and wave at her, letting her know she would be out shortly.   Angel popped in another piece of bubble gum to join the other two already in her mouth.  She chomped loudly as the gum softened and merged with the other.  Once it was the right consistency she paused, formed the gum over her tongue and blew a bubble.  Her eyes widened as she realized the bubble was nearly as big as her own head.  Just as she was about to draw it back into her mouth, the car door opened, the bubble burst and gum covered her face. 

Stevie burst out laughing as she watched Angel trying to pull the gum off her face. 

“Fucking sums-a-bitches.  Holy shit this stuff is sticky.”  Angel cussed as she peeled the gum from her cheeks.  “Why did you have to go opening the door right at that minute?” 

“How in the hell was I to know that you were blowing bubbles?  Actually you look kind a cute with that pink on your cheeks,” Stevie stated with a rollicking laugh. 

Angel reached out and frogged Stevie on the arm, “BITCH!” 

“Owwww…you trying to cripple me?”  Stevie grunted while still laughing aloud. 

Angel peeled the last of the gum from her face and turned sheepishly toward Stevie. 

“I’m sorry.  Didn’t mean to hit you quite so hard” 

“No worries.  Now, tell me about tonight,” Stevie asked as she fastened her seatbelt. 

Angel started the car and pulled out onto the street before answering.  She pondered what exactly should she say and decided saying nothing would be the best way to go. 

“I don’t know much more than I told you earlier.  Guess we’ll both just have to wait and see.”   

Angel glanced into the rearview mirror and merged with the traffic. She thought to her self that it was a good thing Stevie could not see her grin or she would have made her turn the car around right then. 

***** 

The club was packed when they pulled up in front.  The valet walked around to Angel’s door and held it open as Angel emerged.  She flipped the keys toward him, “No scratches and there’s an extra tip for you.” 

He doffed his ball cap as he climbed behind the wheel.  “No problem, lady.” 

Stevie barely cleared the curb as they both watched the valet burn rubber as he peeled off toward the parking deck. 

“Little bastard.  Oh well, just saved me twenty dollars.  He blew his tip along with my exhaust pipes.”  Angel grumbled as she reached out and took Stevie by the elbow.  “Come on, let’s go.”   

Angel led them up the short stairs to the bouncer that was standing at the door.  He looked at Angel and recognizing her, gave a mock salute as he held the door open.  Angel reached out and tucked a twenty-dollar bill into his pocket as she and Stevie entered the club.   

“Damn, girl.  You must be a pretty good regular with the way they jump on you like shit on a stick.” Stevie said with wonderment in her voice. 

“Well, let’s say I drop a few bucks now and again just to watch the girls dance, you know,” Angel answered with a lascivious wiggle of her eyebrows.   

“Oh sure….just once in a while.” 

“OK...OK.  So I come every week.  Hell, a girl has to have some kind of relief when she hasn’t got anyone steady in her life.  Now come on and let’s see if we can find the others.” 

They coiled their way through the thick crowd of women and a few men as Angel craned her neck to see if she could find her friends.  Finally, she spotted them.  They were seated at a table almost directly in front of the stage.  Four chairs half circled the table pointed in the direction of the stage.  The runway was right beside the table.   

Ah…perfect, thought Angel as she pushed through the crowd directly in front of her. 

“Excuse us.  Excuse me.  Sorry.” She repeated several times before finally reaching the table. 

“Hey ladies.  Glad to see you got here early enough to nab us a good table.”  Turning toward Stevie, she pointed to her right making the introductions.  “Stevie, this is Susan and Mattie.  Ladies this is my best friend, Stevie, the one I been telling you guys about.” 

“Well, I hope it was all good,” Stevie said as she acknowledged the introductions before sitting down.  “Boy, it sure is crowded in here, isn’t it?  Does it stay this crowded all the time?”  Stevie asked as she waited for Angel to order their drinks. 

“Naw.  Tonight’s special.  The KitKat is hosting a ping-pong tournament tonight.  They’ve been advertising it for weeks.  It’s actually a closed party and the people you see here tonight are by invitation only.” Susan answered. 

“My God!  It must be some kind of special tournament.” Stevie returned. 

“Oh it is,” Mattie said laughingly.  “Just wait and see.” 

The evening continued with all four ladies getting to know one another better.  Stevie loosened up and realized she was finally having fun.  She felt the tension leaving her body and was glad that Angel coerced her into coming tonight.  This night out was just what she needed to begin to move on with her life. 

They watched the floorshow as the strippers danced around the stage, hugging and humping poles on either sides of the ramp.  Stevie was amazed at how limber the strippers were as they did back bends with their legs spread open, their hoochies pointing toward the audience.  Catcalls and whistles cut through the music in response to each wet center that was shown to the crowd. 

Angel leaned over toward Stevie and said, “Can you image that set of tits hitting you about the face?   Damn they’d knock you out or else knock you flat on your ass.”   

The dancer in question was trying to rotate her tassels to the music.  She only succeeded in flapping the tassels up and down as her large breasts bounced out of control. 

Stevie laughed and pointed to the stripper lying on the stage next to “Big Tits.”   

“Look at her spread.  My god!  You could drive a car through there and not touch the sides,” she said as the stripper spread her legs wide and bounced her hips up off the floor exposing her center to the crowds. 

“Will you two cut the commentary, I’m trying to get worked up here,” hissed Susan as she kept her eyes glued to the gaping womanhood in front of her face.   

“You know what?” Mattie asked as she turned toward Angel and Stevie. 

“WHAT?”  They asked in unison. 

“I bet my head would get lost in that cave.” She said as she burst into laughter. 

All four women laughed aloud as the server placed four new drinks down on the table.   

“You ladies having fun?”  She asked. 

“Hell yes. This is a ball,” Angel answered for them all. 

The server turned toward Stevie and caught her eye.   

“First time in here, huh?” She asked. 

“Oh yes.  This isn’t a place I’d usually come to,” replied Stevie. 

“Well, I’m glad that you did.  By the way, my name’s Rachel,” she spoke quietly to Stevie. 

“I’m Stevie.  Nice to meet you Rachel.” 

“Uggg…well.  Let me get back to work.  I’ll stop by in a few and see how you’re doing,” she said to Stevie as she looked back over her shoulder while walking away. 

“Whooo hooo.  See, someone’s interested in you.” 

“OH shut the fuck up!  All she did was give me her name.”  Stevie said as she picked up her drank and took a sip.  “You know, she is kinda cute.” 

“Yeah, she is.”  Angel said knowingly.  She could tell that Rachel more than peaked Stevie’s interest.  This was the first time she had heard her friend say anything else about a woman since her breakup with the skag bitch, Louise. 

******* 

The lights brightened and then dimmed once more as a drum roll sounded.  The club owner walked out on stage with a microphone in his hand.   

“Are you ready now!” he shouted. 

“Hell yes!” the crowd shouted back. 

“I can’t hear you!” he repeated as he cupped his hand behind his ear.

“HELL YES!” they screamed this time. 

“Then let’s get this tournament on the road.” 

As he spoke, several men were setting up four platforms along the edge of the stage facing the runway.  They were about one and half feet off the ground and padded.  Each one was approximately five feet long.  As the stage was set up, the owner cracked a few jokes to help pass time. 

He glanced over and noted that the stage was nearly ready.  It was time.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out an index card.  He began to read. 

“Here are the rules.  Simple and easy to follow.  Each contestant will have a series of three shots to see how far the ping-pong ball will travel.  The one with the furthest distance will be the winner.  In the event of a tie, three more shots will be taken until a winner is declared.” 

“ARE YOU READY TO ROCK AND ROLL?” he shouted as he finished reading the rules. 

“HELL YES!” the audience repeated once again. 

“HERE…….WE GO!” he yelled as he turned to introduce the contestants. 

“What the fuck is he talking about?  I don’t see any ping-pong tables.” Stevie leaned over to Angel and asked. 

“Wait and see.”  Angel whispered back as she kept her eyes glued to the stage.  “This is gonna be good.” 

Stevie turned back to the stage to try to figure out what was happening.  Her eyes widened as she watched the introductions. 

The first contestant strutted out onto the stage as the announcer read out her name. 

“And here she is, Miss Pussy Galore.  Give her a little and she’ll want more.”   

A tall statuesque naked woman walked out on stage, strutted down the ramp and returned before stopping to stand in front of the first platform. 

“Isn’t that the lady with the gaping hoochie,” Mattie leaned across the table asking Angel. 

“Humm I can’t tell until she is lying down, but it sure as hell looks like her.”  She replied. 

The drums rolled again as the woman with the incredible tits walked out on stage.  “Now who do we have next?  None other than our very own, Miz…..Lusteeeee…Bosom.” 

As she walked out on stage, her breasts bounced up hitting under her chin with every step she took.  Her nipples and areola looked as large as a small saucer.  Stevie’s eyes widened as she tried not to stare at the largest breasts she could have sworn she had ever seen in her life.   

Susan slapped Mattie on the back saying, “Now that would be the way to die, smothered between her tits.” 

“The hell you say,” Mattie mumbled as she shifted further away from Susan. 

“Are you ready folks?”  The announcer shouted once more.   

Not waiting for an answer, he signaled to the next stripper to come on stage.   

“Get ready and clap your hands for none other than….. Connie Lingus.  Give her a mighty big welcome for a tiny lady.” 

The crowd roared as the flood light swung to the curtain at the side of the stage. 

From the right side of the stage, a petite woman walked out wearing four-inch stiletto heels.  Even with the extra height, she would not have cleared five feet.  She walked to the end of the stage, stopped in front of Angel and rotated her tongue around her lips. 

“Well fuck,” Angel said in astonishment as she watched one of the longest tongues she had ever seen flick out of Connie Lingus’ mouth.  Connie winked at Angel before moving toward the third platform. 

“And now….. last but not least by any means is…..Leslie Likslitz.  Here she comes.” 

Out strode the last stripper, which must have been one of the largest women that any of them had seen in a long time. 

“Hell with a name like that how could she not cum.” Angel leaned toward Stevie whispering beneath the catcalls from the audience.   

Stevie had just taken a swallow of her drink.  She choked on the unexpected laughter and sprayed her gin and tonic outward in front of her.  Thank god, no one was sitting in front of me, she thought as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. 

“Are you okay,” Rachel asked as she walked up next to Stevie. 

“Oh yeah, just fine.  I feel like a baby drooling all over the place.” 

Rachel reached out and wiped the remainder of Stevie’s drink from her cheek with the dry cloth she held in her hands. 

“Good.  Well, take care and I’ll check back later.”  She turned and walked back toward the bar. 

Stevie watched her walk away with a thoughtful gleam in her eyes. 

“Are you ready for the tournament to begin?  Let’s give the little ladies a big hand and let them know how much you want to see them.” The announcer intoned to the audience. 

Catcalls and wolf whistles rang out over the lounge as the volume of noise increased.  Each of the strippers moved backward and lay down upon the pallets located behind them.  Four male servers walked out on stage, each carrying a clear container filled with ping-pong balls. 

The women drew their legs up, as the men got closer to them. 

“All right gentlemen.  Load your weapons.”  The announcer said into the mike. 

“OH MY GOD.”  Stevie hid her face in her hands as she realized just what kind of tournament she was going to see. 

“You bitch,” she turned to the now laughing Angel.  Angel had tears of hilarity running down her face as she looked at the shocked expression on Stevie’s face.   

“You knew what kind of tournament this was all along,” she accused Angel. 

“Hell yes I did.  I knew if I told you, you would not have come with us.”  She laughingly said. 

“Come on, I’m ready to go.  This is not something I care to see,” Stevie said as she stood up.   

“No problem, I did what I wanted.  I got you to come out with me,” Angel stated as she stood, turned and laid some money on the table.   

“Susan and Mattie, we’re going to cut out now.  Hope you enjoy the show.”  Angel said to the backs of their heads, as neither woman would turn and chance missing any of the show.

“Sure, sure catch you later,” Mattie finally mumbled as they walked away. 

As they stood on the stairs waiting for the valet to return with the car, Stevie took Angel’s hand in hers.  “Thanks pal.  I really did enjoy the evening.  I should have remembered how much you like to shock me.  Damn, has it really been that long since we have been out anywhere that I would have forgotten it?” 

“Don’t worry kiddo.  It was my treat just to watch the expression come over your face when you finally realized what was going to happen.” She laughed aloud. 

The door opened behind them as they waited.  Both women turned to see who it was.  Rachel hurried through the door looking frantically around.   

“Oh good.  I thought I had missed you,” she said as she looked at Stevie and smiled.  “Here, I want you to take my phone number.  Maybe if you have time, you can give me a call and we can have dinner some time.” 

Stevie reached out and took the number, “I would love to.  I’ll give you a call later this week.  Is there a night that you are not working?” 

“Yes.  I don’t work Thursday or Friday this coming week.  I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” 

“Good.  I’ll call you but let’s go ahead and plan for Friday just in case you have other plans to make.” Stevie replied. 

“That sounds great.  Well, I have to get back inside, Stevie.  I’m looking forward to seeing you later.”  With those final words, Rachel turned and walked back inside. 

“Way to go babe,” Angel said as she reached out and hugged Stevie up next to her. 

“Yeah, well with friends like you kicking me in the ass and making me come back to life, I’ll never have to worry.  Thanks pal.”  Stevie said as she hugged Angel back. 

“What a great night.  Thanks again,” Stevie said as Angel drove her home. 

“My pleasure.  Anytime.  That’s what best friends are for.”  Angel fell silent as both of them simply absorbed the feelings of long lasting love and friendship that enveloped them.  They both knew no matter how bad the times, they could always count on each other.

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