Here we were at a friend's stag night. We had a lot of booze and a lot of jokes, lots of laughter and in a week our friend was getting married. We knew that the best man had organised some entertainment, so we all assumed, knowing the best man, it was going to be a stripper.
The cost for the night was quite high for twenty males, actually but as some of us were never married, or between marriages, like me, there was not a lot of thought about the cost. Everyone was connected to the groom in some way, some of us are, like the groom, teachers and former teachers with some other acquaintances of the groom from childhood friends and neighbors. Surprisingly enough we had a lot of common friends so almost everybody knew everybody else.
The best man was the kind of person who knew where all the bodies were buried, so had access to a lot of resources we would never have considered. The room we were in had a bar set up at one end, with a complete bathroom and shower alongside the bar. At the other end of the room there was a large television screen showing porn movies all night. The sound had been turned off and the lights were dimmed but there was so much noise going on that no-one would have heard the sounds anyway.
As the night wore on, the best man disappeared for a bit then reappeared with a big man, and I mean big, and two women. These were the strippers. That explained why the cost seemed high, the booze we would consume would never have been that costly.
The lights flickered and the best man came out with a chair. Placing the chair in front of the TV screen, he called for the groom to present himself, which he duly did, and he sat in the chair. We waited in anticipation for a while and the best man told some rather crude jokes and stories about the groom's youth in particular.
When he was done, the big man announced "Jasmine", pressed a button on this ghetto blaster and some real high energy music started. The first of the dancers appeared, and went through her routine. She pranced around, got the groom to take bits of her clothes off, which he did with some trouble. Hard to undress a woman when you have a glass in your hand. Her tits were nice, round and firm, and her body was okay, nice shaped pubic hair, shaved to a heart. Attractive but distant. She smiled a plastic smile that lit up nothing. She was the professional, the dancer in the room, and everyone had to keep their distance. The dancer lap-danced the groom and at one point she had straddled him and was slapping his face with her tits.
Most of us were watching, but not really engaging. The smiles were the fixed leers that men are supposed to wear while watching a naked woman prance. She moved around the room and must have realized the music was coming to an end. She made a beeline back to the groom and just made it to the point where she grabbed his head and pulled it into her breasts. The music ended and she let him go, turned and almost ran to the bathroom.
The big guy swapped discs in the boom-box and announced "Jade - the dancer's dancer!" He pressed the button and within the first three bars this rather beautiful, petite young woman appeared and started dancing around the room. Not tall at all, she was well muscled, a dancer's muscles. Defined and incredibly shapely, promising tits, a waspish waist and broadened hips.
The rest of the room went relatively quiet as she started peeling layers of clothes off. For about a minute she worked her way around the room and when she got to me, she stopped, looked me in the eye and pirouetted, stepped towards me and presented her zip for me to pull down.
Never one to resist such a challenge, I took the zip in hand and did as requested. Her dress parted and she was down to a glitzy bikini with lots of sequins. She moved around the room again, and got to the groom, stopped and pulled a face at him, then bent over, backwards for him to untie the top of her very little costume. Of course, he had had too much to drink and made a mess of it.
The look of exasperation on her face was very brief as she again danced around the room. Getting to me, she again stopped, pirouetted and leaned into me, asking if I would quickly untie the cord. I did, and you could see these magnificent tits come free. She then moved on and the guy next to me said, "Man, she must like you. That's the second time she stopped at you."
"Yeah, right," I replied, "I am probably the only sober person in the room more like it. Girl like her would have seen this before, picks the non-drunk so she doesn't get into trouble."
"Nah, not the way she lookin' at you, man," he went on, "You could get real lucky there, I'm tellin' ya."
I just laughed and dismissed the idea as being silly.
Watching her move around the room, I was really engaging in a fantasy experience with her, was was every other male in the room. Petite, dark hair, I noted she had dark eyes, and an hourglass figure. Her tits were firm, even though they were now swaying in the opposite direction of her movements. Her aureoles were not overly large but well proportioned for the size of the breasts. Gyrating, she seemed lost in the sound of the music, timing her movements to the beat.
The song slowed and ended, and another started, with something slower, but the athleticism of her first dance was overwhelmed by the sensuous nature of the second. Her whole body moved, rippled with the notes. None of us would have been standing there without an erection, I certainly was.
I really felt that she was dancing for me, that is how good she was. I looked at others in the room, they were absolutely silent, watching this shimmering sexual goddess moving among us, around us. She moved from guy to guy, looking at him, making him feel special for a moment. You could see it in their eyes. Every one of them would rip what was left of her costume off and take her, there and then, in front of everyone - even the married guys. Then she came to me, and stopped, just as the music stopped.
Within seconds, another track started, this time one of raw drumbeats and strong rhythms. Looking at me, smiling the smile of someone with a secret, the dancer twirled and with one leg high seemed to levitate off the ground. Still only in a bikini bottom, she almost hit her head on the ceiling. For a little girl, she was obviously a skilled athlete. She stopped and looked at me again, and my cock knew that this was for me.
Again, I dismissed this as the fantasy of a horny male watching a topless dancer prancing around the room. She took off again, with a huge grin, then spun towards the groom. Just as she reached him, he seemed to lurch and fell off the chair. The best man was right alongside him and helped him back into the chair, but the guy was just shitfaced. Lucky he was not throwing up, I thought.
This didn't faze the dancer at all, she seemed to dance with renewed vigour, again, moving rhythmically with the pounding drums and again, back to me. She offered her hip and I noticed there was a draw string in a bow, I pulled the bow and the bikini bottom fell open, then down as she pulled the string on the other side.
I could just smell twenty cocks rising to salute this gorgeous young woman, displaying herself in her natural form. Every eye in the house was on her, as she sped around the room, keeping time with the increasing drum beats. Around she whirled, faster and faster as the music built to a crescendo and she got to me and everything stopped at once. She stopped, the music stopped, and every heart in the place stopped.
You could feel the sexual tension in the room, what was she going to do now? We had a few moments to eye this goddess. She stood proud, naked and open, drinking our adulation, slowly she turned, and faced the groom, who was, by this time, almost oblivious of her attention. The music started again and unbelievably, it was Ravel's Bolero.
We were all stunned, what was going to happen next? Whatever had been arranged, if anything, was not going to happen, the big guy just stopped the music and said loudly, "Sorry, gents, that was my music." I noticed the other girl had put on a robe, and was standing alongside him. She was about to say something to the big guy but he shook his head.
While the other guys were disappointed, it seemed pretty obvious what was going to happen, but I was actually relieved. I caught a glimpse of the petite dancer and there was a fleeting look of relief there and when she turned to look at the big guy, he just nodded. She floated off to the bathroom to the thunderous applause of the audience. As she walked passed me, she looked and winked, I swear it, she winked. All too soon she disappeared into the bathroom to dress again.
Needing to take a leak, and to get better look at this young woman, I made my way to the bathroom to wait patiently for her to come out. There was a lock on the door, so it wasn't like I could burst in on her. I got as close as I could, to make sure that there would be no-one in front of me, and to eyeball this woman. The big guy eyed me, but seemed to chill a little when I made it obvious I was only waiting patiently.
The door opened and this fully dressed woman appeared in the door frame. I moved aside to allow her to pass and the big guy looked squarely at us I felt this hand grab the front of my shirt pulling me inward. WTF? I heard the door slam and a lock being shut, I felt this pressure wrapping itself around me and pulling my head down a little. I felt these lips pressing on mine and a tongue probing at my lips. A hand snaked over my crotch, having a good feel of me.
With no idea what was actually going on, I was tempted to push her away. Being a gentleman, I accommodated her kiss - what else could I do? The hand on my cock convinced me to go with the flow. There was a tap on the door, and the big guy asked "Jade?"
