This is the third chapter of what is one of my least followed stories, LOL...although I personally like it.
I started out the series as being a quick spank story--with little preparation, writing both chapters in a day, and tried to keep them short--considering most of my stories are more full-length novels, hehehe. Even as "short" stories they came out to 4 Literotica pages (about 28 pages Word format)...but they were short for me at least, LOL.
Then I got a flood of complaints about not going into enough detail on the gangbang taking place in Chapter 01, or enough details about the sex scenes in general for either chapter. Considering I was attempting a SHORT story, and it being an odd time for me (was just recently unemployed), I got into a pissy mood and thought, "they want detail, I'll give them fucking detail!" and started writing Chapter 03. It will be one of the longer "scenes" I will have ever written, and I AM going into extreme detail about everything...so this excerpt is only the beginning of descriptions! ;)
In this chapter one of the husband's colleagues is getting married, so his buddies offer to host the bachelor party. His best friend Jason even suggests he may know a girl who used to strip when they were in college as possible entertainment.
The husband recalls Jason and his wife had gone to the same school, and although is wife said she was quite a 'wild girl,' he could not wrap his mind around the possibility of the stripper for the party being his beloved Jessica. Remember when he discovered a tape of her having a gangbang with his coworkers it was years and years ago, and their marriage was as good as it could be...but he was still left with a nagging doubt.
This scene is when the bachelor party arrives at the extravagant hotel after hanging out at a strip club for a few hours...and the hired "private" entertainment appears.
Suddenly Jason let out a loud whistle to get everybody’s attention as he asked for the stereo to be turned down.
Having everybody’s attention—Paul and Gary looking down from the balcony of the gaming room—he announced, “OK guys, in a few minutes Sapphire should be ready,” he said to a chorus of wolf whistles, cat calls, and cheers as he held his hands up for silence again. “Now, the ground rules as I mentioned before, are pretty minimal,” he said to everybody’s—except my own—laughter. “Sapphire will perform a strip and dance routine for about an hour or so, followed by the groom’s personal lap dance,” he said as the guys all started cheering and whistling again.
When things quieted down again, Jason continued, saying, “After that, we can drink, watch some porn, play games, or whatever while our personal little hot wife entertains in the bedroom,” he said to another chorus of hollers and whistles.
Once again Jason waited until the cacophony of noises quieted.
“One warning!” he yelled out, immediately quieting the remained of the crowd. “There ARE going to be cameras in the bedroom,” he said with a grin, “for Sapphire’s protection of course, but it lets us all watch from these television screens in the suite,” he said as the men around us laughed.
I felt my heart stop. Although it was a complete impossibility of the stripper being Jessica, enough doubt remained in my mind to leave me with doubts. Would my very own wife agree to do a striptease amongst all my colleagues, let alone pull a train and have sex with everybody?
My attention was drawn back to Jason as he continued speaking once the laughter died down.
“So if any of you are shy, you are free to pass, as we all will be watching the festivities in the bedroom, considering everybody pitched in for the entertainment, we all might as well share” he laughed with everybody else.
A few cries of “Hell yeah!” and “Hot damn!” were shouted as Jason once more waited until the noise died down before he continued.
“Nobody,” he said, looking around the room at everybody sternly, “and I mean NOBODY gets a copy of the recordings. They are for our enjoyment tonight, but I promised Sapphire she will get the only copy. I’m sure some of us don’t want something like this get out to our wives or such anyways,” he laughed.
“What’s to prevent her from using them against us?” Mr. Donovan asked, accompanied by a few grunts of agreement.
Jason smiled as he replied, “Trust me, she is already reluctant to do this to begin with, and she has just as much to lose. The idea of her hubby or anybody else finding out what she is doing is too much of a risk for herself to ever bother. She will undoubtedly destroy it as soon as she leaves here,” he said.
Suddenly everybody’s attention was drawn towards the bedroom door as a loud knock came against the heavy wood.
“Gentleman, please dim the lights,” Jason said with a smile, as everybody hurried to comply. “I do believe our entertainment is ready,” he grinned as a few more people ‘whooped’ and whistled.
Pulling out a DVD, Jason placed it into the stereo as everybody found a seat on the couches or lounge chairs throughout the suite. Although Jason told everybody to sit wherever they want, as Sapphire would be dancing with everybody, he directed Tom Donavan the groom to sit on the piano bench in the middle of the room as everybody got more drinks and settled down.
Once everybody appeared to be ready, me almost unconsciously holding my breath, Jason announced in a loud voice, “Gentleman—and I use that term loosely,” he said to a few chuckles at the lame joke. “May I present to you, the stunning, beautiful, and lascivious Sapphire!” he said, hitting the stereo.
A woman’s voice came across the speakers, filling up the darkened room loudly: “Turn off the light. Take a deep breath. And relax,” the seductive voice said as a slow, almost Indian-Asian music filled the room.
The lights were dimmed other than the inset lights over the bar, a few floodlights to the sides of the suite, and what little light came through the windows from the vista of Town Square, so it was almost a club setting as the bedroom door opened and out stepped a figure clad in all black.
I swallowed with difficulty, my heart beating as the woman slowly walked from the bedroom into the lights of the room.
The first thing I noticed was her being dressed from head to toe in leather. Her main ensemble being a body-length tight leather gown that hugged her body like a second skin, showing off every curve to enticing perfection.
The woman had a mask and hood on, so I could not see her full face, the mask covering the top half of her head with only two large ovoid eye openings revealing heavily mascaraed eyes with long lashes, visible even from where I was sitting halfway across the room.
She smiled, her lips glossy and a deep bright red as the men in the room cheered.
The song began playing a seductive beat as the woman started dancing seductively to the hoots and cheers of the guys. I saw she was also wearing black—possibly leather—gloves and at least five-inched spiked heel shoes or boots, it being difficult to determine anything else as the leather gown she was wearing went from beneath her chin to her ankles, and I was sitting on the other end of the suite.
The woman swayed seductively into the room, her body moving teasingly as her hands slid over her leather-covered ass, hips, and breasts as she walked further into the suite, her hips swaying seductively. Even though her entire body was covered in leather she was exciting, intoxicating, enchanting.
As she turned around there were several cheers, everybody noticing at the same time her gown had a long, fluffy tail attached to her ass, resembling a cat tail as the room again erupted in cheers.
It was then I noticed her mask had pointy cat ears upon the top, recalling Jason saying Sapphire would be dressing up for the Halloween holiday. Although first I pictured her as a dominatrix, with the tail and ears I realized she was some sort of feline vixen, wondering and yearning at what might be beneath the dress, wanting to see more.
Her hands continued to glide over her body as she swayed seductively to the music, the way a cobra sways to a snake charmer—only we were the ones entranced, staring at the sexy figure moving bewitchingly through the room.
I could not tell if it the woman was Jessica or not, as other than the lower part of her face, her body was completely encased in leather.
The music played seductively around us as she danced, French words and a woman’s moaning in a sing-song voice filling the room, the enchanting sound coming across the speakers as Sapphire danced rhythmically, hypnotically, through the room.
She moved to our side of the room then, standing before Jason, who not being shy, pulled her between his legs. I saw her smile down at him, her white teeth shining in the room as her hips swayed, her body moving and swaying to the slow music. Her hands continued to move over her body—her breasts, her ass, her legs, her crotch—all over the long leather gown, and it was mesmerizing.
Slowly she bent down, the leather gown stretched tightly across her ass and Jason reached around her, sliding his hands over her ass before she stood up, smiling at him and stepping away.
She then moved on to Mr. Donovan, who was staring at her with an opened-mouthed, entranced expression. If we were not all as equally enthralled, I was sure somebody would have laughed at him, but like him, we all had the same stupidly enraptured expression as the woman danced seductively before him.
The next song had a happy, fast, jazzy beat and immediately the girl’s movements matched the music. It was enticing to watch, and amazing how her body changed from the slow, seductive swaying to the fast shimmying of a sexy jazzy maneuver.
After Mr. Donovan, the stripper sashayed to Dan Hunter, sitting next to the groom’s father, repeating the same swaying and seductive moves.
She continued moving before each of us, one by one, not leaving anybody out.
As she came near me the heavy deep scent of lavender perfume came to my nose—something Jess did not wear. As I looked in her eyes, I also saw her eyes were a striking purple. They were obviously contacts, as I had never seen eyes that color, but the color choice was extremely exotic—as exotic as she was—and I was as mesmerized as the others as she seductively danced in front of me.
This close I could see her long gown was tightly encased around her body, all the way down her legs, allowing her to only walk in small steps, but the way her body moved and her hips swayed it was amazing.
Again the thought of a snake charmer came to mind as she moved to the other side of the room, continuing her dance before the guys seated there.
Dancing in front of the next group of guys, she once again repeated her moves, although they were completely different, they still matched the song’s uplifting beat as it came to an end.
Suddenly the speakers started blaring Motley Crue’s ‘Smokin’ in the Boys Room’ and I saw the woman smile, her body movements transitioning flawlessly from a sultry, exotic dance into a slutty, sexy rocking rhythm.
It was amazing to watch her move in the tight dress, barely having enough room for her feet to move more than a foot or so apart, and yet her balance was impeccable, her movements flawless as she danced. And as the faster beats of the song played, she moved as fast, her body swaying and shimmying to the song.
Thus far the first song was a trance-like song, the second a jazzy upbeat song, and now a rock song. Three entirely different styles and yet Sapphire transitioned between them seamlessly without a pause. Knowing Jason had said she had not provided the music, it was even more amazing she could adapt to the songs so fluidly.
And although she was dancing faster now, it was still sexy and seductive, all of us staring enthralled. The entire suite was speechless, nobody any longer being loud or obnoxious, the entire room of men quiet as the woman danced seductively in front of everybody.
She was so exotic I could no longer even think of the possibility of her being Jess as she finally moved in front of Tom Donovan, who was licking his lips repeatedly like a man starving for water.
We all watched as the woman ran her hands through his hair as Tom simply stared in awe at her as she moved before him.
Reaching into her hood behind her head, she pulled out a small box, gift-wrapped in blue and white paper with a blue bow on the top. As the song ended and she moved into the middle of the long room by the piano, she looked over her shoulder at Tom and said in a sultry voice, “For later.”
Tom was so absorbed watching her, he set the box on the piano without a second thought, completely enthralled by the stripper.
“Am I fucked up for not caring that she’s wearing so much fucking clothing?” Gary, Tom’s other friend, asked next to me.
“Fuck no, that bitch is fantastic,” Joe answered on the other side of him, everybody completely captivated.
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