Two Butterflies

Prologue

She sat cross-legged on the floor, sketching. "I've finally decided on my tattoo!"

Her fiancé glanced down, sceptical. "What is it?"

"Two butterflies around a flower! It symbolizes you and I -- how we've grown together and what we can create," she said, eyes shining.

He chuckled softly. "I still think tattoos are a bad idea, but if it makes you happy, go for it."

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With his girlfriend soon to be moving in, Eric was in the middle of rearranging his apartment when his phone buzzed. He paused, wiping sweat from his brow, and glanced at the screen. It was his-work buddy Jonathan.

Eric was always grateful for Jonathan's friendship; it felt as if he had been welcomed into Jonathan's entire circle, including friends, family, and even neighbors. He appreciated being part of the group, especially since he had previously found himself completely absorbed by his job and lacking any real social life.

At 28, Eric was a fast-rising broker at a mid-sized firm. He was a bit short at 5' 7", but his friendly, easy-going nature complemented a serious work ethic, making him well-liked in every setting.

"Hey, Jonathan, what's up?" Eric asked, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Hey, Eric! Quick question for you," Jonathan replied. "Kathy's organising Victoria's bachelorette party and asked me if I could help her find a male stripper. I vaguely remember you mentioning that you knew a guy who did that?"

"A stripper?" He never expected that Kathy - Jonathan's sister - and her friends would be interested in that type of activity. Kathy was a curvy brunette with a warm smile and a naughty sparkle in her eyes. And Victoria, a playful dirty blonde with light brown eyes, had an athletic build and an adventurous spirit. They were both 26 and had been close friends since childhood, turning heads wherever they were. Victoria's upcoming wedding was a big event for the tight-knit group of friends.

Eric felt suddenly flustered. He did know such a man. "Yeah, I might just know someone," Eric replied, thinking quickly and keeping his tone light. "Just don't mention to anyone that I put you on to him. That's the last thing I want my girlfriend to know about."

"Got it! Send me his contact when you can."

"I'll give him a call and let him know to expect you or Kathy to arrange the details." Eric said, trying to sound nonchalant.

After hanging up, he spent a few minutes pacing the apartment, wondering if to get involved. He thought Kathy and Victoria might be in over their heads. But eventually he made his decision. He dialled Raul's number. When he picked up, his firm, easy-going voice came through the line. "Hey, man! Long time. What's up?"

"Hey, Raul! Long time indeed. Do you still expose yourself to geriatric old ladies for money?"

Raul laughed his deep, reverberating laugh. "Yes, Eric, I still do my private shows when I can. But sorry, you can't afford me. I charge more for male clients!" They both laughed.

It was obvious why Raul was well-received as a stripper. His athletic 6-foot frame and noticeable physique, along with his olive skin made him hard to miss. And he loved to boast about his large penis, so that was another of his assets, if not the main one. Raul wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed but he embodied big-dick energy.

"Okay, great. I have a favour to ask. An acquaintance of mine is handling a bachelorette party and is looking for a stripper. If you're up to it, I'll pass on your number."

"Sure thing, Eric, I've done a few in the past. It'll be me and my DJ coming, is that cool?"

"Listen, Raul, either Jonathon or Kathy will call you to make arrangements. I have no part in this. In fact, whatever you do, don't let anyone know that I was the one who hooked you up for the gig. The last thing I need right now is my girlfriend asking questions I can't answer."

"Don't worry, Eric. In this line of work, with everything that happens at bachelorette parties, it's best for my own safety to keep things discreet," Raul replied with a chuckle.

"Great, as you're on the line, how about we meet up sometime for drinks after the gig?" Eric asked. "My treat."

"Cool! I'm down," Raul replied, "I like the 'your treat' part." He laughed. "But, can I bring my roommate Bob? He doesn't get out much except to DJ my shows."

"Sure thing," Eric replied. "But remember to keep it under wraps that I'm the one who connected you for the gig."

"Of course!" Raul assured him.

As Eric hung up, he felt a mix of relief and apprehension as he wondered how the party would play out.

A week later, Eric sat at a sports bar waiting for Raul. He sipped on a straight whisky to calm his nerves, not knowing what to expect. Eventually he saw Raul approaching, looking even more chiselled and imposing than he remembered. Alongside him was a short, overweight balding man wearing dishevelled clothes and walking with a slight limp. As he got closer, Eric became aware that the man was emitting a bit of an unpleasant odour.

"Hello there, Eric. Long time no see buddy, you looking good man. This here is my roommate Bob." Eric shook their hands and made the effort to ignore the unpleasant scent.

After a few rounds of drinks and small talk, Eric thought it was a good time to bring up the bachelorette party.

"So, how was your gig last weekend, bruh? Did you pick up any old ladies?" Eric asked, looking at Raul with a grin.

Raul laughed, shifting in his seat. "It was fine, man. It went great. I think the girls had a good time."

"They had more than a good time" Bob interjected in a whiny, monotonous voice.

"How so?" Eric pressed.

"Raul had those sluts eating out of his hands! They couldn't get enough of him!"

"Once they got a sight of that monster in his pants, they went wild" Bob said with a smirk.

"All of them?" Asked Eric.

"For the most part" replied Bob. "Let's just say a couple of them were definitely in party mode. Raul here had quite the night."

As the drinks continued to flow, the story began to unfold, with Bob interjecting with his perspectives as Raul recalled the night of the party.

From their recollections, Eric was able to piece together the events of the night.

The bachelorette party was in full swing, the alcohol flowing freely as Victoria and her group of about seven close friends celebrated one of her last nights of singledom. Bob was in a closed-off room, controlling the music and lights. At around midnight, the music cut off dramatically when Kathy gave the signal to Bob.

"Alright, everyone! We have a surprise guest tonight! The party is only just beginning," Kathy announced, her excitement still evident despite her inebriated state. The girls looked around in confusion; only Kathy knew what was coming next.

"This one's just for you, Victoria!" With that, Bob adjusted the lights, setting the stage for what was about to unfold.

As the pulsating music kicked in, Raul made his entrance, standing dramatically still for a moment. He was dressed in a policeman's uniform, his muscles clearly defined and glistening with baby oil. The women in the room reacted enthusiastically, hollering and screaming, cheering as he walked out, ready to entertain.

Raul started his routine, moving his hips to the beat of the music. He began to strip off his costume, piece by piece, revealing his toned physique. By the time he was down to just a small g-string, the group of girls was fully engaged, catcalling and tucking dollar bills into the waistband of his underwear.

A couple bold women reached out to slap his butt and trace their fingers over his defined abs, their laughter mingling with gasps of delight. The air thickened with longing as they leaned closer, eyes wide and hungry, fully invested in his every move.

Raul made his way over to Victoria, giving her a relaxed lap dance that had her blushing and giggling nervously, his body barely touching hers as he ran his hands over her body without actually coming into contact. Victoria had her head thrown back, laughing at the absurdity.

As the music pulsed through the room, Raul stepped back, slowly untied his g-string, letting it fall away to reveal his impressive penis in all its glory, covering and uncovering it with a tiny towel. The women giggled and stared in awe at the sight, some reaching out in wonder. But before they could make contact, Kathy stepped in, holding up a hand to stop them.

"Okay girls, Raul said we can look but no touching," she said firmly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But if any of you want some individual attention from him, you can go into the DJ room. He'll be happy to give you a more private offering in there. Just keep your legs closed! We didn't pay for that," Kathy laughed.

The women erupted into hollers and cheers. One chubby, drunken brunette, who I figured was the bride's sister, quickly jumped to her feet, pointing toward the DJ room with a disoriented grin on her face. She shouted, "Me! Me! Me! Me first!"

Raul then again made his way over to Victoria, his naked body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the flashing lights. She sat nervously in the chair in the middle of the room, her eyes wide as he approached, his impressive cock swaying and bouncing heavily under the towel with each step. Raul flashed her a seductive smile as he began to gyrate his hips, thrusting his pelvis enticingly in her direction. Suddenly, he flung the towel aside, his penis now coming tantalizingly close to her flushed face.

Victoria licked her lips. She could feel the heat radiating off Raul's cock as he danced sensually in front of her, his muscular thighs flexing with each movement. She couldn't help but stare at his massive appendage, mesmerized by the veiny weapon... how close it was to her. The tip of his cock seemed to reach out toward her, as if begging for her touch or a lick, but Victoria remained frozen in place, unable to move even if she wanted to.

"So how many of the girls came into the room with you, and what did you do?" Eric asked. "And didn't they mind that Bob was in there too?"

Raul said that most of the girls came in but were too drunk to pay attention to Bob. "He got a great show!"

"Come on, you can't leave me hanging like that," Eric pressed impatiently. "What happened in there?"

"Well, the first three girls who came in were drunk and didn't really know what was going on. All they could do was grind their pussies against my cock and run their hands over my body for a while before leaving.

"It heated up when Kathy came in next." Bob interjected.

As the rest of the mostly drunk group continued to party outside, Kathy slipped into the room to join Raul, his flaccid cock covered with a towel. With a giggle, Kathy asked if the girls were behaving themselves. Raul laughed and told her that once they were happy, he was happy too. She then asked if he had any "ha-penis" for her and laughed loudly at her own joke.

With a hungry smile, Kathy moved the towel aside, reached in, and wrapped her fingers around Raul's thick shaft, slowly stroking up and down its length, coaxing it to full hardness. Once Raul's nine-inch cock stood tall and proud, Kathy began to rub her pussy slowly, her fingers slipping beneath her skimpy panties to rub urgent circles over her sensitive clit as she stared intently at the massive piece of meat in front of her.

It didn't take long for Kathy to reach her orgasm, her body shuddering with the force of her climax as she bit down on her lip. With a satisfied smile, she withdrew her hand from her panties, licked her fingers, then gave Raul's cock one last affectionate squeeze, leaning in to place a soft kiss on the tip before pulling away.

After Kathy had left the booth. Raul figured that would be it for the night. But then he heard the girls egging on Victoria to come in, telling her to offer me thanks for the entertainment. Sure enough, a few moments later, the door to the booth creaked open, and Victoria gingerly stepped inside, her face flushed with nervousness.

Victoria's heart raced as her gaze flitted nervously between Raul's sculpted physique and the tantalizing outline of his penis beneath the towel. She glanced at Bob, who was pretending to be fiddling with his phone, though the corners of his mouth twitched with amusement.

Sensing her hesitation, Raul leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't be shy," he murmured, his voice a whisper. "Go ahead, touch it. I promise it won't bite." With a playful grin, he added, "Unless you want it to." The air crackled with tension, and Victoria felt overwhelmed.

Victoria's heart pounded in her chest as she hesitated. Ever so slowly, she dragged the towel away, inch by inch. She stepped closer. Her hands hovered above his penis, her gaze locked in a trance. She moved her hand in slow, circular motions in the air around it, as if trying to channel some of its power. The temptation surged within her.

She reached out as if in a trance and wrapped her hands around Raul's thick, veiny cock. Upon making contact, her eyes widened with lust, and Raul could see that she was enraptured by its sheer size and power. She began stroking it until it was fully erect. At that moment, something clicked in her mind, unleashing the suppressed well of desire that she had been successfully containing all night.

Until now.

With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, Victoria dropped to her knees in front of Raul, her mouth opening wide to voraciously take in his cock. Raul sighed as he felt her warm, wet tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Victoria seemed to be possessed by an otherworldly hunger, gobbling and slurping at Raul's cock as if it were the most delectable delicacy in the world. Saliva dripped down her chin, covering her face and Raul's cock as she gave him the most aggressive blowjob she had ever performed.

Victoria's current relationship was a stark contrast to her previous one. Her last boyfriend was aggressive and domineering in bed, often pushing her limits to the very edge and blurring the line between pleasure and pain. Now engaged to a sweet guy who treated her wonderfully and made love to her gently, Victoria felt comforted yet conflicted.

Despite the security of her new relationship, she often found herself missing the danger and passion of her ex--the thrilling experiences that left her with desires she struggled to understand or ignore.

As Victoria continued to feast on Raul's cock, rubbing and slapping it all over her glistening face, she knew what she had to do. Wearing a short yellow dress, she felt a rush of nervous excitement as her hands reached down to pull aside the flimsy fabric of her panties, revealing her slick, pink folds glistening and dripping in anticipation.

Raul's eyes widened as he realized what she intended to do, and for a moment, he hesitated. He knew that she was the bride-to-be, and that even though she had already gone this far, he should try to prevent her from having even more regrets the next day. But as he gazed down at her beautiful face, contorted with lust and need, and her slim, toned body shivering with desire, he found himself powerless to resist her.

With a loud sigh, Victoria gently eased Raul's cock into her dripping pussy. She gasped as she felt the tip of his cock nudge against her entrance and then moaned loudly as she slowly impaled herself on his giant shaft. Raul gritted his teeth as he felt her tight walls clenching around him, her wet heat engulfing him like a moist fist.

Raul sat up from the chair, his cock still deeply embedded in Victoria's pussy as she rode him. With his strong arms, he lifted Victoria up, her petite body still attached to his towering frame, underscoring their stark size differences. Holding her firmly in place, Raul began thrusting into Victoria's tight pussy, his powerful movements causing her to whimper with each deep stroke.

The room filled with the sounds of their passionate coupling - the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, Victoria's soft whimpers, and Raul's deep grunts. Raul's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Victoria's hips as he held her in place, his cock pounding into her relentlessly.

In a smooth but sudden move, Raul lowered their intertwined bodies onto the tiled floor, Victoria's back pressing against the cool surface, his cock still buried deep inside her. He spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. With a grunt, Raul began aggressively fucking Victoria, his hips slamming against hers with each powerful thrust. Victoria, lost in her own world of pleasure, whimpered and groaned, her hands pressing at the cold tiles beneath her as Raul drove her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

As Victoria's walls clamped down around Raul's cock, he could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening and his shaft throbbing with the need for release. With a guttural groan, he thrust into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt in her quivering depths as he exploded inside her, his hot seed painting her walls with his essence.

As he gazed down at Victoria's flushed face, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, he kissed her gently on her still trembling lips.

Victoria slowly pulled away from Raul's embrace, a playful smile on her lips as she straightened her rumpled dress. Raul watched her, admiring the way she moved and the curves that had just been pressed against him.

When she finished adjusting her outfit, Victoria leaned in close to Raul. Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, "Thank you for tonight's performance." Then she kissed him deeply, their lips lingering for a moment before she pulled away. Before stepping out of the room, Victoria glanced at Bob, who was still sitting in the corner with wide eyes and a flushed face.

She winked at him and flashed a playful smile before opening the door and stepping outside. As soon as Victoria emerged, her friends erupted in cheers and applause, their faces bright with excitement. They crowded around her, giggling and asking for details while handing her a drink. Victoria laughed nervously. "Nothing happened you idiots" Raul and Bob heard her say.

The night continued with dancing and laughter as Victoria enjoyed the last days of her freedom before her wedding. But every so often, her gaze drifted back to the room where Raul and Bob were still hidden away.

"That definitely sounds like a night to remember." Said Eric with a faraway look. "It sounds unbelievable. That a bride-to-be would be that reckless so close to her wedding"

Bob and Raul laughed in unison. "Eric, it wasn't the first time, bruh. It wouldn't be the last!"

"Oh," Bob chimed in again. "That wasn't even it for the night."

"Wait, what? There was more?

Some time later, as Bob and Raul were getting ready to pack up, Victoria slowly knocked and re-entered the room. Her eyes were playful and she appeared more at ease. The other girls were either completely drunk or asleep. She entered furtively, asking if everything was fine and saying she wanted to thank them again for a lovely night, trying to sound aloof.

Raul was in the process of getting dressed and was shirtless when Victoria walked in. She couldn't help but stare at his toned chest and chiselled abs, her eyes became dreamy with lust. Victoria approached Raul, giving him a tight hug, her neat firm breasts pressing against his bare chest. She looked up at him, her eyes smouldering with desire, and began passionately kissing him again. Her kiss was intense and filled with longing.

Without warning, Victoria dropped to her knees, unzipped Raul's pants, and pulled out his semi-erect cock. She gave it a few quick strokes, feeling it harden under her touch. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she gave him a slow, sensual suck.