I gave him a playlist to play and told him the bands that I liked to dance to. The songs I picked out were Girls, Girls, Girls, You Shook Me All Nigh... Long, and Pour Some Sugar On Me. The DJ told me he knew what to play after those songs if I still needed more music.I was nervous as hell, I never thought of myself as a good dancer, and here I was about to dance to, strip for and tease 25 drinking, horny men. Well, the dancing part had me nervous, the flirting part would be easy, and it. Ugh, I'm so fucking nervous!"Chloe almost chickened out. But when Alpha took her hand and looked into her eyes, she knew it was the right thing to do. She motioned everyone to form a circle around her, took a deep breath and said, "I want you to help me out of my top."The guys were puzzled."You'll understand in a moment," she mumbled, blushing, "So just do it, ok? And no word to anyone." Now you made me nervous, too," giggled Alpha, "What the heck is up with you?" Delta, could you switch off. )That one night wasn't the end of it, of course. "Dancing with the bottle" -- really, me fucking myself with it -- became a special part of our lovemaking. Once a week, maybe. Then one day, sitting in the corner of his room, was a bottle of chianti. A very tall bottle of chianti. Ohboy, I can guess what this is for. I wondered if it would actually work. So I walked over to it just to check the, uh, height. It was just about right, even when I had flat shoes on, several inches below the, uh,. All I could tell her was, “It will get better soon”.She kept asking, “How? When my husband is not ready to give me the attention that I need?”.I did not have any answer to that. I simply started looking down without having any to say. Then my colleague said, “I know how much you care for me. That’s all I need from my husband and nothing more”.I assured my colleague that she had all my support as a friend. Hearing this, Debbie came near me and hugged me tightly. I lost all my control at that.