Southern Belle Bachelorette Party
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Nikkie Janes 2024
Pricilla Montgomery sighed in exasperation. Didn't she have enough to do, organising
the
social event of the season? The marriage of her son Travis Montgomery, the fourth, to that slip of a Deveraux girl, Savannah. Over the last six months, both she and her family had been constantly objecting to all of Pricilla's ideas. It really was too much. Pricilla conveniently ignored the fact that tradition ruled that it was the bride's family that organised the wedding.
Now with a week to go there was this facile Bachelorette party to attend. She had been invited, though heavens above knew why, so etiquette dictated she do so. Not only that, this and the corresponding Bachelor party clashed with the long-held, traditional Montgomery family, prenuptial dinner for both families she had arranged.
She had been aghast when Blanche, the bride's mother, had stated quite emphatically that her daughter's Bachelorette party would take precedence over anything else, and to hell with any Montgomery traditions. The gall of the woman! Nouveau Riche! Her anger had increased exponentially when her husband, Travis the third, had agreed with his future in-law. The poor man had taken quite a tongue lashing afterwards, not that that wasn't something he was unused to.
Some people simply had no class or breeding, Pricilla thought. Again conveniently ignoring the fact that Savannah's parents on both sides were much older in Georgian history, social standing, and wealth than her own. They were at the pinnacle of society, the aristocracy of the deep south. Savannah's ancestors had fought gallantly alongside both Robert E Lee and Thomas Jackson in the War Between The States and had been in the Deep South for years before that, being one of the first families to colonise there.
As always, especially in polite Southern society, a compromise was agreed upon, although Pricilla took it in bad grace. The dinner would be held first, and then the respective genders would disperse to their parties.
The dinner was better than most who attended had expected, the food and drink, which were exceptional, and only to be expected, although the over-reliance on French wines to accompany the meal was noticed. Pricilla would never countenance using Californian wines.
But the atmosphere was surprisingly convivial, the conversation quiet and refined, but there was an overriding air of urgency to get the thing finished so that the real fun could begin. Even so, Pricilla had acted graciously and was the perfect hostess for the early part of the evening.
At last the final toast was proposed and drunk. Leaving the dinner, Savannah was rushed by her older sister Paige to the hotel where they and most of her friends and family would be staying, and where her party would be taking place, behind closed doors naturally. Savannah's mother had booked out the complete hotel to ensure privacy. A similar arrangement had been made for the Bachelor party across town.
The sisters were laughing and giggling as they got ready in Savannah's suite of rooms. Paige had bought a new party frock for her sister that was way outside her normal conservative mode of dress.
Savannah was slim and very, very pretty, some would say beautiful, and in times past would have been described as a typical Southern Belle. But her dress sense veered to the conservative, and your Bachelorette party was not a time for conservative dress or actions. It was a time to party and let your hair down with your friends and family.
Savannah shrieked when Paige unveiled the dress. It was scarlet in colour, skin tight and would cling to every inch of her body. It was so short, Savannah wasn't sure she'd be able to sit down in it without being indecent.
Savannah's shrieks grew even louder when her mother walked in and handed her a black satin thong telling her to wear this. There was no matching bra to go with them.
Savannah went into the bedroom of the suite, changed into her outfit and posed for her mother and sister, who were talking animatedly whilst making deep inroads into a pitcher of margaritas Blanche had delivered to the room. Savannah quickly joined them, before they headed down to the main party room.
"Savi, you look stunning. Pity there'll be no studs at your party to see you, and for you to take advantage of before tying the knot," Paige said as she admired her younger sibling.
"Well there are always the dancers," her mother interjected.
"Dancers! Mother, you haven't!"
"Not me, I've had nothing to do with the entertainment. That's all down to your sister. I've simply booked the venue." Blanche protested innocently, although Savannah wasn't so sure about that, her mother could be slightly risque at times. And Savannah had an idea that her party might just be one of those times.
"Paige, what have you done? And with Pricilla here as well."
"Savi, you've always complained that you weren't able to come to my party because you were too young. Well, I've arranged everything the same as I had, and that includes strippers."
"But mother, didn't you help organise that?"
"Only the venue, and you know this is the same one. But Ah, must say, Ah enjoyed myself." Blanche dropped effortlessly into her Scarlett O'Hara, Southern Belle accent. And a perfect mimicry of Pricilla.
The trio headed down to the party room and were immediately swamped by Savannah's friends and a few cousins. Most of whom were Savannah's peers, and the cream of society. Savannah didn't know it but she was the uncrowned but undisputed queen of this younger society.
Not by any airs and graces, nor her heritage, simply because she was universally loved by all. Her open and welcoming manner, and the way she treated everyone.
As she mingled the room, Savannah was pulled into a big kiss by Christine, her old college roommate, who also pressed her lithe body against Savannah. The kiss was open-mouthed and inviting.
"Stop it," Savannah giggled as Christine began to use her tongue, "you know I'm not like that."
"No, but you'd like to be."
