by Rachel Kramer Bussel
(05/01/02)

I'm hiding behind a wall in a room filled with drunken guys, watching a stripper gyrate on the ground in her red bra and panties. How did I get into this situation? I hardly know myself. My friend Doug was going to his friend Sam's bachelor party, and since he has a predilection for pranks and also knows it's been a while since I've had any sexual action of my own, he asked if I wanted to come. I knew that regular chicks at bachelor parties is a big no-no, so of course I wanted to do it!

"How will I get in though?" I asked him.

"Don't worry, I have a plan." Famous last words.

So now I'm standing here wearing a baggy black shirt, tight black jeans, and have my long hair piled up under a baseball cap. Even with my 'disguise,' it's pretty clear that I'm a girl, but most of the guys here are so obsessed with their own dicks they don't really care to look around too much. Nobody really looked twice at either of us when we came in, and we've managed to stay of out harm's way in time for the main event.

On the floor, the stripper is lying down on her back, her head at the feet of the soon-to-be groom. Her bra and panties are the kind that are designed to be as skimpy as possible, making her look even better than if she were naked. She's writhing around to the sound of the music, Hole's Celebrity Skin album, which perfectly complements the trashy but sexy vibe in the room. She's taunting him, shoving her tongue out at him while running her hands up and down her body. He's looking at her half in horror and half in lust, and nobody in the room knows what will happen next. She turns over onto her stomach and grabs hold of his pant legs, pulling herself up, scraping her nearly naked body along his.

Suddenly she turns her head around and zeroes straight in on me. I stare back at her, unable to look away, and she winks. From then on, even when she's totally wrapped up in the groom, I can feel the sting of her eyes rushing over me.

I grip Doug's hand as she bumps and grinds against Sam, whose dick is obviously nice and hard but whose face still has a paralyzed look to it. She lets go of him and slowly unties her little bikini bra, letting it fall to the floor as the air in the room heats up at the sight of her pert, naked breasts.

She owns the room and she knows it; right now she could get whatever she wants from anyone in here, including me. Apparently, what she wants is to toy with us all. She stands in front of Sam and rubs her nipples, squeezing them and rolling her tongue over her lips. She runs her bright red fingernails up and down her torso, then up to her mouth, sucking on an index finger while staring right at Sam's crotch. She then takes her wet finger out of her mouth and traces it lightly over Sam's dick, which looks ready to break through his khakis any second. Then she pulls it back and slips her hand inside her cute little red panties, and closes her eyes while her fingers work their hidden magic.

She stays like that for a while, rocking back and forth to the beat of the music. The guys push in a little closer, knowing that she's almost done.

She smiles at Sam, kisses his forehead, and with a quick wave of her hand, walks away. She walks right towards where Doug and I are standing, stopping when she gets to us.

"What's a nice girl like you doing with a bunch of guys like this?" she asks, indicating the sweaty, lusty guys who looked like they've just died and gone to heaven.

"What makes you think I'm so nice?" I shoot back.

"Well, the little tee shirt and jeans, for one. And that fresh scrubbed face." Her eyes roam up and down my body and I can feel my face light up in embarrassment. "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you look."

I can't speak, can only stare back at her.

"Turn around." All of a sudden, her voice has gotten mean. "Now keep walking. You're gonna do what I tell you to, you little bitch. I saw you watching me there, I saw your eyes taking in all the action and getting off on it just as much, if not more so, than all those guys. You wanted to be right there too, didn't you, with your dick hanging out waiting to come all over me. Well, baby, that's not gonna happen tonight."

We reach the end of the hallway and she shoves me into the room, shutting and locking the door behind her. I turn around and look at her questioningly.

She walks right up behind me, pulling my baseball cap off then yanking my hair back so her lips are touching my ear. "I'm gonna give you exactly what your eyes were begging for back there. And I'm gonna have a good time doing it too."

She lets go and pushes me onto the bed. My face lands in a pile of jackets. "Get those things off the bed and take your clothes off. I need to sit down for a minute."

She proceeds to studiously ignore me while I quickly and quietly take off my clothes, lay them on the floor, then lift the jackets off the bed and dump them too on the floor.

She turns around the minute I'm done, walking over to me. "That's better. Now lie down across the bed."

I lay down along the length of the bed on my back, looking up at her.

"Not like that!" she snaps, dragging me with her hands and flipping me over. She moves me some more so my feet are on the ground, and I'm leaning over the side of the bed.

I turn my head to the side so my face isn't smashed into the bed. She comes up behind me, places her legs on either side of me and pulls me by my hair so she can again speak directly into my ear. "You're a little slut, you know that? Sneaking in here, eyeing me up and down while I'm trying to do my job, getting off while all those poor boys could only stand their with their dicks aching in their pants. I bet you wanted to come right out and join me, to get naked and be on display for all those brats. Isn't that right?"

I can barely take in her words, just hearing her excited voice gets me so excited. I want to reach down and touch my clit but I know she'll be having none of that.

"That's right, don't even think about touching yourself or moving unless I tell you it's okay. You're mine tonight, little girl, and I'm gonna do this my way."

She then stands up over me and smacks me hard on the ass. She continues to spank me, slow, hard, deliberate smacks that are surprisingly forceful from someone of her rather small size. I try to appear stoic, but as the force of her spankings increases, my breath catches and I know she notices.

"I know you like this, little girl, I know you were just waiting for me to come and get you and give you what you deserve. Why else would you sneak into this party, in your little black disguise that didn't really fool anyone? What did you want, to be one of the guys, to watch me on my hands and knees doing their bidding? That's not how it works, though, baby, I'm in charge, all the time."

She stops her monologue and her spanking for a moment to examine my ass. She runs her hand over it and lets me lift my head up to get a look at her handiwork. She takes my hand and places it over my ass cheek, and I feel the warmth still lurking on the surface of my skin.

"You like that way that feels?"

"Yes," I murmur.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

I nod at her, even though I'm not sure if I'm ready, if I'll ever be fully ready for her. Oh yes, I want her to fuck me, I'm dying for it, but am I ready?

"Lie back down," she tells me, and I close my eyes and sink my head back into the cool sheets. I don't look up when I hear her coming back, but almost right away I feel her standing over me with a dildo bulging out from between her thighs. I let out a moan. "That's good. That's what I like to hear. This is what I do for fun, fuck girls who don't even know how badly they need to be fucked."

She rubs the head of the cock against the opening of my cunt, and I spread my legs wider, wanting to lean back and pull her inside me. I'm soaking wet from her taunting words and elaborate spanking. This is beyond what I ever imagined would happen at the party, beyond any games my old girlfriends and I had played. I feel hornier than I've ever felt, like my cunt will set fire to the whole house if she doesn't fuck me right now.

Lucky for all of us, she complies. She slides her cock, which feels pretty damn big, inside me slowly, inching her way in until she fills me completely.

"I've been wanting to do this since I saw you staring at me with that awed look on your face. I don't even know your name but I don't need to."

She stops talking and pushes into me even harder. Her dick rams into me, all pretense at gentility gone as she fucks me with all her might. My cunt ravenously takes her cock inside me and gets wetter and wetter with each push. She grabs my right hand and slides it to my clit, something I've been aching to do, and as soon as I begin rubbing my hard clit I come, squeezing her cock and feeling my orgasm wrack my entire body. She pulls my hair to signal that she feels my release, then just keeps fucking me harder. I can feel her thighs bumping up against my ass as her body rocks into mine faster and faster, until I can't tell where she is at any given moment, just that my body's on fire and my cunt is in heaven. Then she pushes my head deep into the bed, leaning all her weight into me, shoving so deep inside me that I cry out. She makes miniscule back and forth motions, relishing the feel of the pressure on her clit, before giving her own sigh and releasing me.

All I can do is lie on the bed, stunned and thrilled. She pulls out of me, gives me a quick kiss, as she did with Sam, on the forehead, then heads over to her stuff and gets dressed quickly.

On her way out, she slips me her card. "In case you ever need my services again." And then she's gone.

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