Chapter 1
“Ok ladies, guess who just got engaged?”
I was sitting with my girlfriends at our weekly Friday happy hour. It was the part of the week I looked forward to the most, because they were my dearest friends and someone usually had a salacious piece of gossip. We had barely gotten our drink order before Jill started with what would be the talking point of the evening. I took a sip of my margarita while watching the rest of the girls lean in close.
“One of the Kardashians?” Erica offered wryly, and we all had a good laugh.
“Close” Jill said. “Tanya Stephenson.”
There was a collective chorus of groans that went with the eye rolling around the table. If any of the girls at the table had gotten engaged I would have been thrilled for them and would do anything to help them. Tanya had the world given to her on a silver platter since she was a baby, and she had managed to wear out any friendships that had been left with the group around the table.
“Oh Christ” Erica said. “God bless the guy that’s going to be putting up with her. Hope he has money.”
“That wedding is going to be crazy” Jill said. “It will probably cost more than all of our college educations combined.”
“And of course we’re all going to be invited” I reminded them.
A silence fell over the table as they considered the obvious implication. Of course we would all be invited. Her parents would probably invite at least three hundred people to begin with, but that wasn’t the point. We had all been roommates together in college, and that was little more than five years ago. If there were only fifty people on the guest list we would have been invited.
“Yeah but not everyone who gets invited will want to go” Erica said, and we each knew what she meant.
Tanya had been a girl of privilege, which meant Tanya always got things her way. That fact coupled with her supermodel good looks made her the nemesis of most girls we went to college with. We had pledged the same sorority together, which meant we had all been friends with Tanya out of necessity. But she had been spoiled rotten, and by the end of college she had worn out most of the tenuous friendships she had made at school.
“Remember when she stole Karen’s boyfriend…”
“And that Biology class – she was failing until she started flirting with the professor. Boom – ends the semester with a B…”
“I was her roommate sophomore year – it was nauseating, an endless stream of guys following her around like puppy dogs…”
Everyone had a story to tell about Tanya. It wasn’t enough that she was loaded and probably would never need to work a day of her life. She also had the body and good looks that girls cry themselves to sleep wishing for. But it wasn’t just her good looks that rubbed girls the wrong way – we had plenty of good looking girls in the sorority. It was the way that she carried herself.
Tanya had been a notorious cock tease. She was no virgin – we all knew that. But she took pride in letting guys climb over each other to get to her while being a total prude. And if any of the other girls decided to screw someone and talk about it she would look down her nose at them. It was the kind of pompous holier-than-though shit that made girls hate you.
“You haven’t heard the best of it yet” Jill said, and all the chatter at the table ceased. “I heard she wants you to be her maid of honor Amy.”
All the heads at the table turned to look at me. I wanted desperately to be able to turn and look at someone else – anyone. The last thing in the world I wanted was to be Tanya’s maid of honor. I knew why she would pick me – it made perfect sense. But it was a curse I would have gladly passed on. I remained speechless as the rest of them started laughing.
“Yeah, that makes sense” Karen said. “You were always the one that was the nicest to her out of any of us. Do you still talk to her?”
“No, I don’t talk to her. The last time we spoke was probably over two years ago” I told them.
I had been the only one out of the group of us that had given her a chance. I knew that everyone hated her, and somewhere deep inside I guess that I felt sorry for her. I made an effort to be friendly to her when no one else would. In the end I had been her only friend – but it usually didn’t stop her from being a spoiled bitch to me too.
“I don’t think she’s close with anyone else” Jill said. “I only heard about the engagement from someone who is Facebook friends with her. Even she said she ended up unfriending her because of all the obnoxious pictures she was posting of her engagement ring. She hasn’t changed a bit.”
I started to feel a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Well, just know this” I told them while picking up my drink. “If I have to be her maid of honor, than you all are coming to the bachelorette party.”
Chapter 2
“I’m so excited you said ‘yes’ Amy, you have no idea. There is no one I would rather have as my maid of honor than you!”
We were sitting at a quaint café that Tanya apparently liked, talking about her impending plans. She had originally asked me to be her maid of honor over the phone, no doubt wanting to avoid a face to face in case I had turned her down. Once I agreed to do it, she insisted that we meet to discuss her upcoming plans.
“I’m thrilled to do it for you Tanya” I lied to her. “What are friends for – I’m so excited for you.”
I had promised myself that I would give her the benefit of the doubt. College was a crazy time for all of us, and as far as I was concerned most girls I knew hadn’t even completed puberty yet. It would have been an easy time to make a snap judgment about someone without really getting to know them. Maybe Tanya wasn’t as bad as we all thought she was.
“So tell me about your fiancé” I asked her.
“Oh, Robert comes from a very wealthy family” she started, careful to put his wealth at the top of the resume. “Of course he’s a doctor – he’s got a very successful practice out in Hartford.”
Gag…
“Where in the devil is that waiter?” she said. “Hang on a second dear, I’m going to go get us both a couple of drinks.”
I watched her as she stood and sauntered over to the bar. She perched herself on it and leaned ever so slightly, accenting every angle of her pert little body. She had a figure that could have been cut out of marble by Michelangelo and I despised her for it. Watching her now made me remember how she used to be in college.
In the year I had spent rooming with her, she had been nearly shameless about her body in front of me. I can remember her coming out of the shower and standing completely naked in front of me, taking time to dry every inch of her perfect body in our room like I wasn’t even there. I could still see the thick thatch of blond hair she had between her legs, and the perfect curve of her ass as she toweled herself off. It wasn’t the first time that I considered that the reason I tried to be nice to her was because of the conflicted feelings she had stirred inside of me.
I could just see the outline of her panties against her summer dress as she leaned against the bar. She had only been there for less than thirty seconds before the bartender practically tripped over himself to serve her. I could see the eyes of several other men in the café looking at her, and one in particular who had worked up the nerve to approach the bar. But by the time he had gotten there she had already pivoted and was on her way back to our table with our drinks.
“Here you go darling” she said, placing a drink in front of me. “I got you a Diet Coke, I figured that was what you were drinking these days?”
That was the way it was with Tanya – just when you thought she might not be a bitch, she said something like that. I was not the supermodel that she was, and I had probably put on a pound or two since college. I still was a long way from needing a tummy tuck, but I didn’t have her supermodel good looks either.
“Diet Coke is fine” I told her.
Bitch
“So what about you honey?” she asked. “What is going on with you and the man sit
uation?”
It was the question I knew was coming and I was dreading.
“I’m taking a break from men” I told her. “I broke up with my last boyfriend two months ago when I found out he was cheating on me and I’m taking a breather.”
I watched her put out her bottom lip in a pout face as she reached over to put her silky smooth hand on my arm. It was a move that any of my other girlfriends might have done and it would have been genuine, but it reeked of pure condescension coming from Tanya.
“There, there” she said. “The perfect man is out there for you somewhere.”
Double bitch…
“Um, thanks” I told her, and quickly changed the subject. “Look Tanya, the girls and I are so excited for you, and we wanted to have a little party. Not necessarily a shower, but something for four or five of us to go out, have some drinks, you know – a bachelorette party.”
“Oh, well that sounds quaint honey” she said, still patting my arm. “Sure, whatever you think is best.”
Chapter 3
I had never planned a bachelorette party, but I had been to many. And of course I had been to more bridal showers than I cared to think about. I figured I would plan a night out for Tanya that would involve dinner somewhere nice and maybe some shopping – a pleasant night out with some girl bonding. At least that was what I had envisioned.
That was not what happened at all.
In order to get the rest of my girlfriends on board I had needed to make a deal with the devil – or more appropriately, I had needed to make a deal with three devils. The other girls refused to be involved at all unless it involved something completely distasteful that Tanya would abhor. I was watching Jill, Karen and Erica now as we sat in the front row, as close as you could get to the stage. It was obvious the male dancers knew we were a bachelorette party, and each one of them was taking every opportunity to come over and gyrate in front of us much to the delight of my three best friends.
The drinks were flowing heavily, and the girls were feeding them right to Tanya. I knew the situation was volatile, and a part of me still felt like being the maid of honor also meant I needed to be the chaperone. The thought was still going through my head as I turned to look at the next male dancer to take the stage. Like the rest of the dancers, he wore only a tight pair of silk undies over his muscular body, although this one had a collar around his neck. As he got closer, I could see he had a name on the collar.
Big Jake
It was obvious, even from a distance, how he had gotten the name adorned around his neck. It could have been for his muscles. Like every other guy dancing in the club, he looked like he could have been a professional athlete, and had ripples of muscles protruding from his oiled body. But that clearly wasn’t it – the silk undies wrapped around his groin did little to hide the fact that he had an enormous cock bound up between his two muscular thighs.
“Woo hoo, yeah! Come on Big Jake, over her! Bachelorette party!”
I looked to see Erica jumping up and down, yelling at the big, black stud. She was dressed like a tramp, in perfect costume for an evening out at a male skin joint. Her big tits bounced as she hollered and I watched the smile come across Big Jake’s face as he nodded and turned towards us. His hips were in perpetual motion and it was hard not to concentrate on the outline of his thick cock that was testing the limits of the silk trying to rein it in.
I listened to Jill, Erica and Karen shriek in delight as Big Jake sauntered over and took up a position on the stage that was right in front of us. It was obviously not his first rodeo – he moved his hips and shook his body in a way that was sexy and provocative, when really none of it would have been necessary at all. The sight of the enormous organ was all that was needed to whip our corner of the bar into a frenzy, and I realized to my astonishment that it even had a dramatic effect on the virtuous Tanya.
Her eyes were glued on his crotch as he gyrated, and Big Jake started to make her the center of his attention as he continued his bump and grind. We had given her the telltale tiara to advertise the fact that she was the bride-to-be, but I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that was the only reason Big Jake had singled her out. Tanya always had that scent that brought the guys to her, and her eyes were practically bulging out of her head at the sight of his big cock, guaranteeing that the big, black dancer would be interested in grinding in front of her.
“Give him a tip!”
Jill, ever the instigator, had pulled out a twenty dollar bill and had shoved it into Tanya’s lily white hand. Big Jake took the cue and danced as close as he could get to the edge of the bar, dropping his knees to the stage directly in front of the arrogant bride-to-be. I watched Big Jake pull at the end of his silk undergarment, and to my astonishment I watched Tanya’s hand with the twenty move up between his muscular black legs. Her hand pulled back on the silk to tuck in the bill, and for a precious moment we were both treated to the sight of his glorious, ebony cock.
“Woo hoo, you go girl!” Jill hooted, and I watched Big Jake wink at Tanya and straighten up, dancing off to entertain the other women in the club.
I was astonished, as well as turned on by the surprising act of naughtiness on the part of our pious friend. She felt my gaze on her, and turned to look at me with an alcohol-buzzed expression on her face.
“I couldn’t help it” she said. “It looked so big, I wanted to touch it. Robert’s is so small after all…”
Her voice trailed off and her face reddened as she realized she was confessing to me more than she should. I knew her inhibitions were down, and I smiled and patted her on the arm in an effort to let her know it was ok. Just touching her after the display I had just witnessed made my body flush and I knew I had to take a moment to regain my composure. I watched Tanya excuse herself and weave her way across the crowded bar to find the ladies room.
“Wow, little Miss Prissy almost seems like she is letting her hair down a little” Jill said.
“More likely the alcohol is softening that big stick up her ass” Erica chided. “What she really looks like she needs is a stiff fucking.”
“Exactly what I was thinking” Karen said. “We ought to hire one of these guys to fuck her brains out, the spoiled bitch. It would serve her right for every time she chastised us for screwing around in college.”
The talk and the images going through my mind at the thought of Tanya getting fucked by someone like Big Jake was making my nipples hard. But I was still giving her the benefit of the doubt. She had been bearable so far this evening, and had even managed to display something close to vulnerability. I tried to fend the three of them off.
“Give her a break” I told them. “She’s been ok so far tonight - maybe she’s not a total bitch anymore. We’ve got that hotel suite reserved – we should maybe stay for one more drink and then go back to the suite.”
The three of them groaned in unison, in a show of solidarity that I was being the party pooper. I watched Tanya from across the room as she emerged from the ladies room. She had clearly managed to pull herself together, although she still had a little weave to her walk as she her way back to the bar. She smiled as she sat back down beside me.
“Please excuse what I said before, about Robert I mean” she started to say.
“Don’t worry about it” I told her, momentarily thrilled. It was the closest she had ever come to revealing something personal to me – bordering dangerously on girl-talk.
“I’m just not used to coming into places like this, and I suppose I’ve had too much to drink. I’m sure you’re probably used to places like this” she said.
“Tanya, I’m just here for you – I don’t come to these…” I started.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” she said, as she waved her hand dismissively in the air. “I just always thought you guys dated a lot of men, so I figured you and your friends hung out in places like this.”
Bitch…
She stopped herself once she realized that she had probably said too mu
ch. In an effort to keep herself from talking more she picked up her half full drink and slugged the rest of it down. I knew it was the alcohol that was making her stupid, and the rest of that drink wasn’t going to help matters. But now she was pissing me off since she apparently thought I was some kind of slut.
I could see Jill on the other side of Tanya. She wasn’t part of our conversation but I knew she was close enough to hear what had been said. She was looking right at me and I knew she already had a gauge on the anger that was growing inside of me. I was certain that she would make it a point to hear every word that was subsequently spoken between the two of us.
“There’s no need to apologize Tanya, it’s normal to get a little worked up when these guys are dancing in front of you. We’re all girlfriends here, there are no secrets among us. There’s nothing wrong with letting your hair down a little. And you have to admit, that was one damn beautiful, big cock you had right in front of you.”
I watched her eyes open wide in surprise at the way I was speaking, and then her mouth spread out in a devilish, child-like grin. I was still aware of Jill listening, and on top of that I could feel her tugging at Karen and Erica. The three of them would soon be riveted to the conversation I was having with our bride-to-be.
“AMY!” Tanya said, and she laughed nervously as she stirred the cubes in her empty drink glass.
“Oh, come now Tanya” I said to her. “We all dream about having a big cock like that. You said it yourself, you were intrigued by Big Jake’s cock.”
My three friends were riveted now, right on the edge of the conversation. I knew Tanya was trying to make sense of our conversation, and more likely trying to make sense of the way it was making her privileged pussy feel. I could see her squirm the tiniest bit, and I knew she probably wasn’t even aware she was doing it. But my eyes had already drifted past her, to the dance floor on the far side of the room.
Big Jake had made his rounds and was at the side of the stage that was closest to the exit the dancers used to leave after their set. He was gyrating in front of another crowd of women, who looked to be a lot shyer than the group I was with. I knew he would be finished in a couple of minutes, and I had already made up my mind about what I wanted to do next. I turned to Jill and gave her a wink before speaking.
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