John was kicking back watching a movie in his bed when his sister, Marilyn, knocked on the door.
"It's open."
The door opened and Marilyn walked in, wearing jeans and a tank top.
"I thought you worked Saturday nights, Mar."
"I do, but I have an urgent problem and I'm hoping you'll help me."
"How can I help?"
"I need you to be the door prize at a bachelorette party tomorrow."
John chuckled, "What kind of door prize?"
"Whoever wins gets to fuck your brains out."
"Even for you, this sounds a bit off the charts."
"I had it all set up but the guy backed out."
"Fill me in first."
"Ann, at work, is getting married."
"The hot redhead?"
"Yeah, we're throwing her bachelorette party tomorrow evening at the club."
"If I can do her, you've found your man."
"There's a one in 20 chance it will be her. There'll be 20 of us there. Everyone gets a number. If their number is drawn, they get you in the back room for 90 minutes."
"Are these the dancers you work with?"
"Mostly, but there are four guests too."
"Fat ladies?"
"No, I know every one of them. They're all hot. It's going to be a great party. We've even got male strippers lined up."
"Why me, if you've got the strippers?"
"They're getting paid. If they do it we could be charged with prostitution. You'd be getting paid with pussy."
"Mar, I'm not even old enough to go in the club. I'm only 20."
"You're not old enough to go in while the club is open. It's closed for a private party."
"The idea's intriguing but I'm not sure I want everyone in the world knowing I did something like that."
"They won't know. Both you and the winner will be blindfolded. I'll be the only one who'll know, besides you."
"You'll have a number too?"
"Yeah, but I'll make sure my number doesn't get in the basket. Wait a minute, I thought you said I was hot?"
"You are, but you're also my sister."
"Will you do it? Please?"
"When do you need to know?"
"Now, if you won't do it, there are going to be 19 angry and disappointed women. Bro, you're the perfect choice; single, handsome, well built, well endowed, and you haven't gotten laid in over a month."
"Okay, I'm in. What time do I need to be there?"
"7:45 tomorrow evening."
"What should I wear?"
"Whatever you want. I'm going to have you be naked when the winner walks in. Oh yeah, no talking in the room we need to keep you anonymous. A lot of the girls would recognize your voice."
"Back door at 7:45?"
"Yep, thanks John, You've saved my life."
She kissed him on the cheek and left. John was excited about this opportunity. Marilyn was a dancer at the very upscale Stars Gentleman's Club and worked alongside fifteen of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Each of the girls was a look alike for a beautiful star, some past and some present. That mean't his odds of getting to bed one of these exotic dancers was better than 3:4 with Marilyn taking herself out if the running.
At just a few minutes after 9 on Sunday morning, Marilyn's phone rang.
"Hi, mom."
"Hi Mar, what time is that party tonight?