Tonight while I was driving home from my pole dancing class, I flicked the radio station over to Nova briefly (my usual station, Mix, was playing a crappy song) and heard the announcers in the middle of doing a segment where they were having people to call in to talk about times they’d been seen naked when they shouldn’t have. This got me thinking about times this has happened to me, and one incident in particular sprung to mind.

As some of you might know, I occasionally work as a ‘flasher’ at corporate golf days. These are large events where a company will hire out a golf course for the day and get some girls to come along to ride around on a golf buggy, providing the players with beers and boobs. A few years ago, a friend and I were hired to work at the ultra snobby, very exclusive Belair golf course for one of these days.

After about an hour or so of riding around on our buggy in mini skirts and bikini tops, squealing and flashing our boobs at the golfers, we both started to say to each other, “God, some of these guys are not too keen on the whole topless chick thing at all, are they!” In fact, some of them were looking rather disgusted by our antics. Shortly after, we came across a putting green with about four men standing around it so we stopped our buggy, jumped off and started running around topless, bouncing our boobs around while swinging our bikini tops around our heads. The only way to describe the looks we received in response was, “What the fuck are you girls doing?”

Then suddenly, it all clicked… as we turned around to see three elderly women standing at a nearby tee off looking absolutely fucking horrified.

As it turned out, the guys who had organised the golf day had not only failed to get permission from the course to have topless girls there, they had also failed to tell us the course was actually open to the public and we had spent the last hour flashing our naked breasts to the wealthy, snobby members of the Belair Golf Club.

Needless to say, a lot of people got into a lot of trouble over that little incident. Thankfully my friend and I managed to get out of there before we got into any trouble ourselves, but I’m pretty certain I’m banned from the Belair golf course for life!