"Shhh...," I told her and hugged her tight, "You're rambling like Rebeccah, babe." That broke the tension and we laughed. I stroked her back as I held her in my arms. "If it helps, I've got the bachelor party all planned."
"I'm glad, Master. But that doesn't really help me."
"Oh trust me, you're going to love it. You're kind of the center of attention."
"What? Master... You're not going to... you know... share me..."
"Of course not you silly slut. We established that fact last night pretty clearly didn't we? You're my fiancee, mother of my children and soon to be my wife. No other flesh and blood cock ever gets your holes." She looked relieved, "But you're going to love it, I promise."
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I left the girls and headed to the Ritz to look at the penthouse suite I'd rented. I walked around the room and surveyed everything. It cost... well... it was fucking expensive. But I needed the space. There was going to be a lot going on tonight and it was important that it come off perfectly. I'd had to pay a lot of money for the room and even more for all the accoutrements but it was worth it. Tonight would be a party that everyone would remember.
I checked on the last few items and then made my way downstairs and grabbed a cab to the office. Saturday work wasn't unusual and many of the party attendees were working. I checked my watch, noting that the pre-planned time was fast approaching. I'd already coordinated with the partners to make sure that the Saturday work didn't extend too far. Since it meant a little less overtime paid, they were okay with it.
When I got to my office, Victoria was sitting at her desk, smiling up at me, "Ready for your big night, Mr. S?" Even though I'd seen her just an hour or so before, her appearance still made me pause for a moment just to enjoy the view. She'd been slowly dressing more and more sexy at work and her current outfit was absolutely stunning. It accented all of her features while still staying well within the bounds of office modesty. The natural reaction was to say that she was dressing too sexy but you couldn't really pinpoint anything to complain about.
"I am. Everything looks great at the hotel. Thanks for your help," I said. I quickly glanced around and made sure nobody was around before reaching down with a finger and pulling her shirt to the side so I could see her well presented breasts resting atop her shelf bra. Nestled in between those massive mounds was the little gold crucifix that she always wore. She was very religious. A fact you'd never guess if you saw the way she begged to be fucked.
"Anything for you, Mr. S," she said, teasingly emphasizing the "anything".
"You know what you're supposed to do tonight?"
"Of course, Mr. S."
"Natalie will be there around 5 to help you. Everyone else has already been informed of their arrival times and you've got all their contact info in case anyone is late."
"Yes, Mr. S. I promise that you and the future Mrs. Simpson will have a perfect evening and an unforgettable bachelor party, Sir."
Victoria was the only person that really knew the full extent of what I had planned tonight. She'd helped me orchestrate the upcoming madness and kept me sane while I was doing it. While not as complicated as planning a wedding, this particular bachelor party required a level of stealth that wedding planning rarely needed. The fact that she'd done all that while also helping Carly plan the big event showed how wonderful she truly was. "Thanks, Victoria. If all goes according to plan, you won't be able to forget tonight either."
"You figured out my secret motivation for making it a good night, Mr. S," she said with a warm, flirty smile. She must be really turned on because that wasn't very like her. I returned the grin and went into my office to tie up some loose ends at work so that next week I could just relax.
Right at 5:15, Tabitha came in exactly as expected. As we planned, the general staff was long gone and the only people left on our floor were people coming to the party. Which was good because Tabitha's appearance was spectacular. She was wearing a tight fitting suit jacket and ultra short mini-skirt along with a little cap. The only other item was the bright yellow, leather collar wrapped around her neck. She looked like a chauffeur in a porno. Which is, exactly what she was going to be tonight. "Your ride is downstairs, Sir," she said formally. Her smile and knowing twinkle in her eye told me she was pretty eager for tonight.
"Did you pick up the other guests?"
"Yessir, they're all loaded up and ready."
"Excellent. Alright folks, who's ready for a helluva party?" I asked to cheers all around. It wasn't a large group, Victoria had already left to go get things ready. Daphne was the only woman from the company coming, along with Hideo and Dave. I'd invited all three partners out of courtesy but I'd made it pretty clear what was going to happen so Ms. Blake had tactfully declined. Mr. Wade and Mr. Ryan, however were quite happy to participate. Four other guys were also coming. Derrick and Tony were two of our best salesmen. When I'd first met them, I thought they were stereotypical frat guys from the Ivies. Both of them would mention their alma mater (Princeton and Dartmouth) reliably less than a minute into meeting a new person. And the way they talked about the secretaries and (female) junior analysts was pretty... locker room let's say. But once I got to know them, I realized they were actually pretty good guys. Just a little dickish at times.
The other two guys were Tyrone, a geeky young black guy from IT and Herman, a hispanic kid who just finished his internship. Normally, I wouldn't have invited someone so junior but he was remarkably mature for his age and he'd just smacked around everyone in the March Madness bracket that I run. This seemed like a good reward.
The ten of us went downstairs. At this point, only Dave and Hideo really knew anything about my lifestyle so Daphne kept a little apart from me though I could see her hands twitching with arousal. "So, Daphne isn't it?" asked Mr. Wade in the elevator.
"Yes, Sir," she said nervously.
"Bit unusual for a young lady to come to a bachelor party, isn't it?"
"Well... uhmm... Jay... err... Mr. Simpson invited me and I didn't want to refuse."
"Simpson, you didn't demand your subordinate come to this did you?" he snapped.
"No sir... This was her choice," I told him.
"Good... good... Well Daphne, I'll be watching you tonight. If you are uncomfortable, you just let me know," he said. I wasn't really sure if it was white knighting, flirting or just an older man trying, albeit awkwardly, to comfort a young woman.
"Don't worry sir, a couple other... young ladies... are also attending."
"Well, Mr. Simpson. I'm already intrigued by this little soiree you're throwing," Mr. Ryan said and the two partners nodded at each other.
We followed Tabitha out to the curb. Every eye was fixated on ass as she swayed sexily back and forth. Even Daphne looked entranced. When we arrived outside, the party bus was waiting. It was a large purple bus with blackout tinted windows. I'd rented a it for the night, knowing that some people were going to get completely plastered. I figured it would definitely be necessary. The idea had actually come together when I found out Tabitha's courier company also did limo and party bus rentals and Tabitha helped out on the weekends. The door opened and Roland was there, fist outstretched in greeting. We bumped and he grabbed my arm.
"Brother... this is awesome. We are gonna have fu-un tonight, my man!" he pulled me up the stairs and my eyes started to adjust to the dim interior. My little brother, Max, was there along with Jenn, Roland's girlfriend. Maureen, my neighbor whom I'd started fucking a couple weeks ago, was also there, flirting with Max, and so was Jackie, Carly's college roommate and former mistress. They all greeted me warmly, and I took a spot between Maureen and Jackie. Maureen instantly detached from my brother and leaned into me while I put an arm around each girl possessively and gave them both a long, tender kiss.
"Damn, player," Tony said with a whistle.
"You got some stones, my man," Derrick said and extended his hand for a friendly fist bump.
"Guys, this is Maureen, my neighbor and this is Jackie, Carly's college roommate and former lover."
Mr. Wade's eyes twinkled mischievously as he appraised me. Mr. Ryan simply sputtered, "I'm a little confused, Simpson..."
"You could say that Carly and I have a... semi-open relationship. I can date whomever I want and she can't."
I put my hand meaningfully high up on the thighs of both girls as I watched the two partners exchange a glance. Clearly they didn't know what to make of all of this.
"All the girls you meet tonight are my lovers," I said simply.
