by Bridy McAvoy
The three girls collapsed into another fit of giggles, the slight awkwardness of a couple of minutes earlier forgotten as they each thought about the idea that Lizzie’s perverted fiancé had come up with.
“However, we must plan this party for Friday night.”
“Later dear, later.”
The three girls, still giggling, dashed upstairs to Lizzie’s room to play with the present.
“Last one naked is a rotten egg!”
Chapter 57
Friday rolled round all too soon and the three girls spent all of the afternoon in the beauty parlor. Then, with their costumes in suit carriers, Phil smuggled them across the car park into the back door of the eerily quiet club and into the dressing room so they could get ready. They felt slightly spooked but Phil left them a walkie-talkie so they could speak to him at any time. They spread their stuff out over the spacious dressing room, built to hold twice that number of strippers, and looked at each other.
“Lizzie, are you sure you want to go ahead with this exactly as we discussed?”
Lizzie looked at Carrie for a moment and smiling, slowly nodded her head.
“Yes, definitely.”
“Well, I don’t actually think Phil is expecting anything tamer, do you?”
“So? It’s his stag night and this is his surprise.”
Phil reappeared at that point with a couple of bottles of champagne and several glasses. He looked suspiciously at the three giggling friends, smiled, waved and returned to organizing the front of the club the way he wanted it.
One of the bottles was immediately opened and the three girls quickly drank a glass each before opening the suit carriers and removing their attire for—well, at least for the start of—the evening. Lizzie’s simple ivory strapless wedding dress was stunning on the hanger but they also knew it looked stunning on. The other two friends had matching pink silk dresses in a very similar style, although theirs had sequined bodices. Just to keep it interesting, they had several layers of half-slips and underskirts underneath, together with matching strapless bra and panty sets—Lizzie, of course, in white, the other two in black. Stockings on garters completed the outfit together with killer white heels for all three of them. As the bride, Lizzie also had a multi layered veil which would deliberately hang down below the bust line. The girls in the salon had thoughtfully put the pins in place for it when they did her hair.
An hour and a half later, having appropriated Andy to stand guard so Phil didn’t get an eyeful before he should, they were ready and, although there was an element of nerves, they looked at each other and grinned. For the first time in their lives they were going to go on a stage and before an adult audience. Andy was dispatched to give the ready signal and the three girls lined up behind the curtain at the back of the stage ready. Bill had been roped in as MC and suddenly they heard his voice.
“Gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for has arrived. We promised Phil a spectacular floor show to send him off into married pastures. That is precisely what I have the pleasure of introducing to you now. The one and only, the no holds barred show that is Susie, Carrie and, not forgetting, Lizzie herself, the star of the show. This is Housemates!”
The beat of heavy music began to throb and the house lights went down as Bill jumped back off the stage and took his seat next to Phil and Andy. Slowly, on command, the curtains rose and then paused when they were a foot above the floor. The audience could only see three pairs of shoes and a few inches of stocking-clad legs and then the curtain twitched back down again to a chorus of groans. A few seconds later it went up all the way and the audience got their first glimpses of the housemates as they stood at the back of the stage.
The veiled bride stood, head bowed, in between the two bridesmaids and all three carried a bouquet. The bridesmaids took a step forward and began to sway their hips in time to the music, then realized that Lizzie wasn’t with them. They half turned toward her and gestured for her to come forward but she didn’t move. Susie took a step back, grabbed Lizzie’s arm and pulled her forward. At this point her head came up and the audience could see for the first time, just discernible through the veil, a mask. The bride was blindfolded!
Appreciative whistles now sounded as the two literally frog-marched Lizzie to the middle of the stage and started to dance on either side of her. Lizzie just stood still until Susie pulled at her again and apparently lowered her mouth to her ear and told her to dance. Now Lizzie’s hips began to move slightly from side to side but not enough to suit the other two girls. Carrie paused in mid pirouette and delivered a stinging slap to Lizzie’s rump and yelled “Dance” at her quite clearly. The reluctant bride now began to sway more vigorously but obviously not enough for Susie who leaned in and repeated the swat, this time on Lizzie’s other cheek.
This time Lizzie jumped and began to dance as well as the other two girls and this went on for a minute or so until the song ended. Susie and Carrie now put their bouquets down. When the next song started, Carrie pulled Lizzie into her arms and began to try to dance her around the stage. Lizzie was still clinging to her flowers with both hands and was obviously dancing too awkwardly to suit Carrie. She signaled to Susie who she fetched an upright chair from the side of the stage and, setting it down in the middle, sat on it. Carrie guided Lizzie over to where Susie was sitting and brought a gasp from the audience when she roughly pushed Lizzie over, across Susie’s knees.
Lizzie’s backside was pointing straight at the audience as the two friends now began to take turns to slap it quite hard on alternative cheeks. She could be seen squirming as if to get free but she seemed unable to use her hands for some reason. The audience was spellbound, especially Phil who knew nothing about this part of the show. Carrie motioned Susie to stop for a moment and a low voiced conversation between the two did not carry to the audience before they came to some kind of agreement.
Carrie reached down and lifted the hem of the wedding dress up to Lizzie’s waist, clearly displaying the layers of underskirts she was wearing. Lizzie began to struggle more violently as, one by one, the layers were also lifted to her waist. Finally, only the thinnest gauziest layer was left and Lizzie’s legs, panties, garter belt and stockings were clearly visible through it. When Carrie reached for this last layer Lizzie struggled even more violently and Susie slapped her backside to quieten her down a little. As she lifted the layer, Carrie made quite a production out of exposing, first the stockings, then the stocking tops, and finally the bare thighs framed by the garters and the panty-clad ass. The audience whistled and roared its approval of the proceedings so far and Susie reached for the waistband of the thin panties, pulling them away from Lizzie’s ass and peering into the gap exposed this way. She shook her head to Carrie and immediately landed a stinging slap on the buttock nearest to her, now only protected by a thin layer of lace. Lizzie yelped loudly, and then again as Susie landed a similar blow on the other cheek.
The two girls kept the speed of the spanking tantalizingly slow, the audience not even realizing the music had stopped. The only sound to be heard was the slaps resounding from the stage together with Lizzie’s occasional muffled protests.
Finally, the two girls stopped the punishment they were giving their friend and displayed the reddened palms of their hands to the audience to a chorus of show us the fire.
Susie reached to the waistband of Lizzie’s knickers again and this time quickly jerked them down so that just her ass cheeks were on view, which were very red in color. The round of applause was thunderous as Carrie now leaned in and began to gently caress the reddened area, leading to a squeal of pain from Lizzie. Susie started doing the same from her side and Lizzie was squirming on Susie’s lap, trying to escape the torture of any kind of touch to her sore backside. Carrie dropped to her knees and, leaning in, planted a loud kiss right in the middle of one of her cheeks, to howls of protest from the reluctant bride.
She then proceeded to run her tongue all over the backside of the vigorously squirming
and volubly protesting bride. She backed off and the two of them counted each other down, landing a resounding slap simultaneously on bare, reddened and now moistened cheeks. The noise echoed from the rafters of the club as did Lizzie’s howl of anguish. Phil sat there with his mouth open, unable to believe that his fiancée was allowing—in fact had obviously planned to allow—her friends to take such liberties.
At some point Lizzie had dropped the bouquet she had been holding but still Phil and the others were puzzled by the fact that she was making no attempt to use her hands to protect herself. Carrie now pulled Lizzie’s panties back up into place and, one by one, began to bring the layers of skirts back down, finally hiding Lizzie’s legs from the audience’s view. She then had to help Lizzie to her feet and, when Susie stood up, the two of them wheeled the bride round to face the audience. Not only was Lizzie blindfolded but she was actually handcuffed too; no wonder she hadn’t been able to use her hands to defend herself.
The three girls made a bow as the audience rose in thunderous applause and after picking up their bouquets, made their getaway through the curtain at the back of the stage.
Chapter 58
As the three stood in the darkness behind the curtain Susie quickly removed Lizzie’s cuffs while Carrie reached up and untied the blindfold.
“You did really well, sweetie.”
Lizzie was panting hard from the exertion and massaged her wrists to try to get some feeling back into her hands. Meanwhile, Susie was pulling on a pair of black lace gloves that reached up to her elbow, followed by a little pillbox hat on her head.
“I didn’t expect you to be that hard!”
“Sweetie, it was your idea. You wanted it red, remember.”
“I know. It just stings a little. There’s more than twenty out there, isn’t there? Do you think they realized the blindfold was a fake?”
“Nah. The veil hid the fact that it was mesh, not solid. Now I’m going to put some cream on that ass of yours while Susie here entertains the crowd. Okay?”
Bill was waiting in the wings and, at a nod from Susie, hurried back out onto the stage to announce the next part of the show as Carrie led Lizzie back to the dressing room for another application of Phil’s magic cream.
“Gentlemen, it’s time for a musical interlude and the chief bridesmaid has agreed to sing for us. Please give a rousing Skins welcome to Susie!”
He skipped off the stage as Susie literally bounced on to it to the opening bars of Britney’s ‘Hit Me Baby’, carrying a radio microphone.
Susie arrived at the front of the stage, completely missing her cue and started singing at least a half a bar late. The noise that came out of the microphone was hideous and Susie stopped after three or four words.
“I’m… I’m sorry, people. The microphone’s playing up on me. Can we try that again, please?”
The music started from the beginning again and this time Susie hit her cue spot on. However, she was obviously struggling to reach the high notes. It was a performance that would probably be booed off the stage at a karaoke contest. Phil happened to know from Lizzie that Susie was actually a talented singer so quickly realized that the bad performance was deliberate, so sat back to await developments. Obviously Andy and Bill were planted stooges with inside information and, sure enough, Andy stood up from his position in the audience and signaled for Susie to stop.
Susie stuttered to a stop and Bill appeared from the wings with a microphone in his hand.
“What seems to be the problem, sir?”
“This girl can’t sing.”
“I can!”
“I’m sorry, love. As far as I am concerned, your singing is not good enough. Can you do anything else?”
Andy began to slow clap and the rest of the guys joined in. Susie winked broadly at Phil and hung her head in feigned shame.
“Well, Susie, I’m afraid the audience has spoken. They just don’t like your singing, do they?”
“I… guess not”
“Can you do anything else?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Well, gentlemen, shall we see if the girl can dance?”
The slow handclap stopped and a round of applause swept round the room. Susie aimed a shy smile at the audience and then at Bill.
“Well… I could try, I suppose.”
“Okay, then, gentlemen. Susie will now dance for us.”
A very fast dance track started up and Susie just stood there shaking her head. After a few seconds Bill waved his hand in a chopping motion and the music cut out.
“What’s the problem, young lady?”
“It’s too fast.”
“Okay, we’ll try something slower.”
This time a ballad started and Susie began to dance really badly to it. After a minute or so of embarrassed laughter, Andy began a slow hand clap again and Bill reappeared on the stage as the music died away.
“I’m sorry, Susie. Is that the best you can do?”
“I think so.”
“Well, your audience aren’t exactly appreciating your efforts, are they?”
“No…”
“So, has anyone got any ideas?” this was said looking straight at Andy.
“Yeah… why doesn’t she take something off as she dances?”
Susie’s hands rose to her face in mock shock as Bill turned to her.
“Well, if you can’t sing and can’t dance I don’t know what else to suggest. You have to entertain your audience one way or another, don’t you?”
“I’ve never done that sort of thing before.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”
“I don’t know what to do. Can you prompt me?”
There was a roar from the audience as, finally, the penny dropped as to Susie’s real intentions. She dropped her hands and gave a neat curtsey in Phil’s general direction and when Bill waved his hand the music started up again. This time there was a good steady driving beat and Susie’s hips began to sway from side to side in perfect time with the music.
The men in the audience now began to clap in time to the music and slowly a chant built too.
“Off… off… off… off.”
Susie beamed at her audience and looked at Bill, apparently for directions.
“Lift your arms up above your head and dance round in a circle.”
She did as she was told and the men began to clap faster, the chant increasing in volume. About half of the men were now standing to clap and get a better view.
“Now, dance another half circle and reach for the zip at the back of the dress.”
Standing with her back to the rest of the room, Susie kept her hips swaying to the beat whilst she reached behind her for the zip at the top of the strapless dress. Soon it began to open in a wide Vee down her back. With the zip open it would not stay up of its own accord and Susie brought one hand around to hold it in place at the front while the other hand slowly drew the zip down towards her gyrating hips. She saw that the other two had now returned to the area just behind the stage and were watching her from the darkness and winked at them as she completed the downward motion of her dress. She now brought that hand round in front of her again and, as she danced round to face the audience, she was holding the top of the loosened dress to her with both hands.
“Let it go… let it go… let it go…”
The chant rang through the room and Susie looked to Bill for apparent support, but he simply just nodded to her and then to the audience. Without warning, Susie let go and twined her hands together above her head. The dress cascaded down to her waist where it hung for a moment before the continued thrashing of her hips dislodged it to fall in a pool around her feet.
She stood there for a moment without moving, displaying the black strapless bra across her otherwise naked chest and three or four layers of black lace covering her from her waist down to the mid-calf of her stocking- clad legs. The men cheered and she smiled into the bright lights before beginning to rep
eat the metronome-like sweep of her hips from side to side.
“Well, what do we think of that so far, gentlemen?” Bill’s voice boomed out of the speakers.
A great cheer and a series of wolf whistles went around the room.
“I think it’s time for something else to come off, don’t you?”
Another cheer reverberated round the room, but Susie stopped still and stood for a minute glaring at Bill on the other side of the stage with her hands on her hips. Then she raised one hand and wagged a lace-gloved finger at him.
“No way. I’m not taking anything else off!”
A chorus of groans went round the room.
“Well, Susie, it would appear that the audience don’t think that’s fair, do they?”
“I think it’s fair.”
“Come on, then, just one of the slips. That won’t hurt, will it?”
She continued to frown at him and Bill began to pump both hands in the air in front of him, the crowd taking up the chant again.
“Off… off… off….”
Susie began to sway her hips from side to side again and slowly resumed her dance steps. It was now obvious to the watching men that this was a very deliberate act. She reached for the waistband of the outermost of the half-slips and gradually worked it off her hips until eventually it, too, reached the floor. Nothing new had been revealed, of course, other than a couple of inches of leg as the other slips were slightly shorter. The chant changed.
“Another… another… another one off …”
The men began to clap again and Susie continued the graceful movements around the stage, slowly slipping another slip down over her hips and slowly, tantalizingly, off and over her feet. The men could now clearly see that the final two slips were much thinner than the others and, under the bright lights, you could clearly see the outlines of her legs and the top bands of the stockings. When she turned her back to the audience and playfully waggled her bum, the black panties were also vaguely visible.
