Jill stood outside her car for a moment before walking into the banquet hall. In less than a month, she had experienced so much... all because of this stupid bachelorette party.
She wasn't sure why she hadn't worn her contact lenses. She knew she needed her glasses to drive, so rather than lose them; she left her glasses in the car, just to be safe.
Jill had given her sack full of party favors to Tammy, the maid-of-honor, and Tammy wrote Jill a check for the full amount.
"What's this?" Jill asked, looking at the check.
"We didn't expect you to spend a thousand dollars of your own money on a sack full of dildos and vibrators, Miss Jill." Tammy smiled. "You just had to do the dirty work of getting them. I'm impressed. You found every one on the list! I hope it wasn't too much trouble."
"It wasn't what I expected, I can tell you that." Jill answered.
Tammy knew exactly what Jill meant. She had seen the video of Jill be fucked in every possible position by a half-dozen men. Some of those men would be at the party performing as strippers, and she wondered if Jill was going to let loose and provide an encore.
The women attending ranged in age from 18 to 68 years old. Jill took comfort in knowing that the dildos were kept secret, as not everyone was going to get one. Instead, most of the evening was spent with the forty women in attendance sharing stories with the bride-to-be on every topic revolving around a good marriage. The food was excellent. The dessert was classy. The drinks were free. Jill wondered how in the world a 20 year-old could afford to throw a party, as the bride-to-be insisted on paying for everything herself.
After about three hours, Tammy and some of the banquet hall staff carted in a few serving tables with party favor and gift bags. None of them were big enough to conceal some of the toys she had acquired. Jill peaked inside one of the bags and found condoms, male porn magazines, lubricant, and coupons to an upscale day spa.
A few of the women seemed to know there was more planned for the evening, but didn't say anything. Most of the older women and a few of the younger ones took the opportunity to take their gifts, say their goodbyes, and make it an early night.
The rest of the women, including Jill, took seats close to the dance floor.
The banquet hall staff cleared off the tables, but kept the bar open. Jill looked around and counted just over a dozen women remaining, including Andi and the other bridesmaids.
Tammy had the staff dim the lights and turn on a disco ball over the dance floor.
"Okay, ladies. We all know that if the guys can have girls at their bachelor parties, they'll want them to be strippers." Tammy said as she walked to the center of the dance floor. "Some guys will want them to do more than strip, and I think that's okay -- as long as they don't mind if we want the same."
The bride-to-be stood up and next to her maid-of-honor. "I want you to have fun tonight. But whatever you see here, stays with you. Okay?" All of the women nodded, not knowing exactly what she meant. Jill knew they were about to find out when Tammy held up a green wristband.
"If you see a green wristband, the guy is recently-tested and disease-free." Tammy said sternly. "If you don't see one of these, lick, suck, and fuck at your own risk."
"Oh, and one more thing," Tammy added. "Put these on and leave them on until you step out of the building." Tammy held up a mask similar to those worn at Mardi Gras. On one of the tables behind Jill, there was a pile of more masks, each varying slightly from the other, but whose purpose was identical: a very feeble attempt at anonymity.
Tammy dragged a chair to the center of the dance floor, cueing the banquet hall staff to start the music. The bride-to-be quickly took her seat as the first three male strippers strutted onto the dance floor. She put on her mask and jokingly licked her lips while rubbing her breasts and pussy through her blouse and skirt.
The music was loud, but not deafening. The strippers weren't much for dancing, as they mainly strutted in time with the music and allowed their groins to sway in an exaggerated manner. They also wore masks, which covered their foreheads, eyes, nose, but left their chins and most of their mouths exposed. The G-strings they wore left nothing to the imagination, barely covering half the length of their half-erect cocks. All three of the men had shaved their chest and pubic hair, and lathered their bodies with suntan lotion or baby oil. The obligatory bow tie and cuff links completed the ensemble.
Tammy grabbed a microphone. "We all know the bride-to-be worked in the film industry." Two of the strippers took hold of either side of the chair and carefully lifted the chair and turned the bride-to-be so her back was to the other women. The strippers stepped away from the chair and closer to the women in the audience. As they gyrated their hips, one of the strippers allowed his cock to come unsheathed. He made no effort to tuck it back into its hammock.
Jill couldn't be sure without her glasses, but the stripper with the free-hanging dick looked like Wayne, one of Andi and Mark's friends. The other strippers then stepped out of their G-strings, exposing thick, half-erect examples of the male anatomy.
"I've always wondered what it'd be like to be fucked by a dick that big," Mrs. Paladino whispered to Jill. Jill was taken by surprise at the 55 year-old woman's comment.
"Our bride-to-be would like to thank you all for your advice on how to pleasure a man," Tammy continued. "But I think you'll see, she's already a pro in that area."
The three strippers stood in front of the bride-to-be, shoulder-to-shoulder. The women in the audience watched as she leaned forward and took the first stripper's cock in her mouth. She sucked hard, then let it pop out of her mouth so she could lick the shaft, then his balls, and then took half his length down her throat. He became instantly erect and stepped aside.
She took the next stripper's cock in her mouth and eased his full length down her throat and kept it there for a few seconds. As she backed away, she reached up and massaged his balls, and then took his length down her throat again. Within seconds, the stripper's tool was pointing toward the ceiling.
The third stripper's cock was much thicker than the previous two. The bride-to-be could barely get her mouth over the head of his flaccid member. She used both hands to stroke him rather roughly, then pulled his thickening tool from her mouth and rubbed its saliva-covered head on her lips, nose, and forehead. The dick seemed to double in girth almost immediately.
"Ladies, our bride-to-be is a recently retired fluff girl." Tammy said, unbuttoning her blouse. "She's probably sucked more dicks than all of you put together. But she's never been allowed to take them all the way to orgasm -- until tonight!"
