"That's fine. One more guy won't make much difference." He snorted.
"Ok, see you Friday."
I hung up the phone and laughed. That was too easy. I thought Donny would be smarter than that.
I called Ronnie back and let her know that I would only need Marcus for the Friday evening.
When I got home that evening I told my husband that I was going to a girlfriend's house on Friday evening and wouldn't be home until sometime on Sunday afternoon.
He looked at me and smiled. "How many guys?"
I smiled back at him but said nothing.
"Ok, you can tell me all about it on Sunday." He laughed.
"Why don't you see if Ronnie is free this weekend?" I suggested.
"Yes, it would be good to see her again. I just might do that."
I went upstairs and quickly called Ronnie to let her know that my husband might call her and that, under any circumstances, she was not to tell him what I was doing on the weekend.
Around eleven o'clock on Friday morning I told my boss that I wasn't feeling well and was going to head home.
"Ok, get some rest. Have a quiet weekend and I'll see you on Monday." He advised.
I smiled and said "Sure." In truth my stomach was doing somersaults but that was due to my excitement about the coming weekend. I seriously doubted that I was going to get much rest. It promised to be a good weekend. Not only was I going to be as slutty as I ever had been but, if my plan worked, I would get out of Donny's grip.
The party was in the west end of the city and I knew that, with the usual Friday afternoon traffic gridlock, it would take me two hours or so to get there. Marcus was going in his own car so that he could return home on Friday evening or Saturday morning while I saw the rest of the weekend out.
I made sure that my armpits, legs and pussy were shaved smooth, packed a bag with my stripper stuff and set off. I got lucky with the traffic and actually got to the house at around six-fifteen. I knocked on the door and Donny answered it. He let me in and I found that the only other guy there was Stevie. Stevie is the guy whose bachelor party this was and he was an integral part of my plan. He was big and handsome and I was looking forward to being a slut with him.
I asked Donny for a glass of wine and he disappeared into the kitchen. Stevie gave me a tour of the house and I must say it was quite impressive. There were four bedrooms two of which had its' own en-suite. The main floor had a large kitchen and dining room, a study and a very large living room with a sunken floor. The basement was nicely decorated and had a big screen TV, several armchairs and two couches.
Donny brought my wine and asked if I had brought my stripper outfit. I told him that I had and apologized for only bringing one outfit. "I figured that once I strip I won't be needing any clothes until Sunday." I explained.
We sat and chatted for a little while and then Donny told me to go and put my outfit on. I went into a bathroom to change and spent a little time getting ready. I wanted to make sure that I looked perfect. When I was satisfied I went back into the living room. The guys were surprised at my outfit. My blouse was very low cut and my cleavage was already on view. My bra was just visible through the blouse. I had decided to wear a regular bra tonight rather than my usual half cup. My skirt barely covered my ass and the tops of my stockings were already on view. My panties matched my bra and underneath them I had my micro g-string on. A pair of heels completed the outfit and I felt ready for anything.
Just then the doorbell rang. Donny told me to go and answer it. I went to the door and opened it. Two young guys were stood there and I invited them in. On our way down the hallway back to the living room I felt a hand on my ass. I felt my nipples harden in anticipation.
Every time the doorbell rang I was sent to let someone in. I was also doing duty as a waitress. There were already at least a dozen guys there but at the moment no sign of Marcus. If he didn't show up my plan was wrecked.
I had delivered a couple of beers to the two most recent arrivals and, as I turned to see if anyone else needed anything, one of the guys put his forefinger between my boobs and gently pulled my bra down and out. This revealed a little more skin and I simply stood and smiled at him as he did it. Just then the doorbell rang. I waited for the guy to let go of my bra and then went to the door. I was so glad to see Marcus when I opened the door that I got on tip toe and gave him a kiss and a hug.
"You know what you have to do?" I whispered.
"Yep, I know exactly what I am doing." He replied.
I took him into the living room and introduced him to Donny and Stevie. Marcus was the largest man there so far but he wasn't the only black man. Of the dozen or so guys there most of them were white but a couple were black. There was a couple of Indian guys and one who's race I could not place (I later found out he was of mixed race and was from Brazil). We were still waiting for at least a half dozen more guys.
Marcus' size and personality instantly made him popular and in next to no time he was chatting with people as if they were old friends.
By eight thirty there were twenty two guys, not including Marcus, and I knew that I would soon be told to strip and the fun would begin. In spite of the circumstances I was happy to be there and looking forward to the weekend. When I heard the music start I knew that my time had come. I made sure that everyone had a drink and then moved down into the sunken living room. Some of the guys came and sat in the sofas and armchairs in the lower part of the living room and the rest gathered against the rail that ran around the upper part of the room.
The music was turned down a bit and Donny stood up and announced "This is Janice. She is here the whole weekend and her job is to do anything you tell her to. And I mean anything! She is here to give us pleasure and pleasure us she will. So, what do we say guys? Strip, strip, strip."
The chant was soon taken up by the rest of the guys. It was very intimidating but also exhilarating. I looked up at Marcus and he was yelling for me to strip as loudly as the other guys.
Stevie was sat on a dining room chair that had been placed in the middle of the sunken part of the room. The music had started up again and I went behind it and tousled his hair. Then I put my hands over his shoulders and ran them down his chest. Leaning into him I kissed his neck just below his ear and moved around to his side. As I moved I made sure that my hips and butt were swaying. I leaned forward and kissed his face and neck. I knew the guys behind me had a fine view of my panty covered ass.
I swung one leg over and sat on his lap. His hands were hanging by his side and I lifted them up and put them on my thighs. He seemed to be a little embarrassed as I arched my back and pushed my chest into his face. Sitting back a little I undid the top three buttons of his shirt and ran my fingers through his chest hair.
I looked at his face until we made eye contact and then I slowly looked down at my boobs. His eyes followed mine and I started to undo the buttons on my blouse. When all of the buttons were undone I stood up and walked around clapping my hands above my head. My blouse was open wide and my clapping made my boobs bounce. The guys all started clapping too and I soon let my blouse drop.
I went back to the groom and rubbed myself against him and soon felt his hand on the back of my leg. Straddling him again I encouraged him to undo the four buttons that held my skirt up. He started on the lowest button and slowly moved up to the next. He fumbled a little with the third button but had no trouble with the last one. I stood up and my skirt fell away. I wasn't wearing a suspender belt, the stockings didn't need it. I had decided that after my bra and panties were gone I would invite Stevie to take off my stockings.
Now that I was just in my underwear and stockings I decided to give the rest of the guys some attention. I went from guy to guy sometimes straddling then and pushing my boobs into them or sitting on their lap and grinding my butt on them. I also went up the steps and around to the guys that were stood by the rail.
When I got to Marcus I squeezed his crotch and reached up to kiss him. I pretended to nibble on his ear as I whispered "You ready?"
He let out a groan and I knew that it meant yes.
Heading back down the steps I made sure that my butt and boobs were wobbling nicely and I straddled Stevie again. Grabbing his hands I put them on my bra covered boobs and let him squeeze them. Then I reached behind my back and undid the bra and let him pull it away from me. Putting my hands behind my head to show off my boobs I slowly pushed them into his face and swung them from side to side. I aimed a nipple at his mouth and he took it in and started to suck it. I threw my head back and gasped.
Then I stood up and turned my back to him and bent forward. I let his hands roam over my ass for a few moments and then stood up and wandered towards the couches. I went from guy to guy allowing them to play with my boobs and nipples. I must admit that I was very turned on and I couldn't wait to get my panties off.
As this show was for Stevie's benefit I went back to him and let him fondle me for a while. Then I stood up and put my thumbs into the sides of my panties. Oh so slowly I started to push them down. His eyes were riveted on my pubic area and I saw him swallow hard. When the strings of my g-string were revealed I took his hands and placed them on the waistband of my panties. I put my hands above my head and nodded for him to continue what I had started. When my panties had cleared my bum I took his hands off them and pushed them down to where gravity would take over. Then I stepped out of them and handed them to him.
He seemed embarrassed but did the obligatory sniff and then tucked them into his pocket. While he did that I had a quick look down to make sure that my micro g-string was properly in place. I stood up and did a slow, swaying turn in front of him and then did another circuit of the rest of the guys.
I eventually made my way back to Stevie and slipped off my heels. Then I lifted one foot up onto the chair and told him to take my stocking off. He fumbled a little because he was staring at my barely concealed pussy rather than my stockings. I snapped my fingers in front of him and he got back to taking off the stocking. When he got it down to my ankle I lifted my foot and finished the job and hung the stocking around his neck. I repeated the procedure with the other stocking and then straddled him again.
