Note- All events in this fictional story have no basis in real life.
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When it comes to a party, Emma Watson is normally one of the first to accept the invitation. After so much lost time due to the global pandemic, Emma didn't need much of an excuse for going out and having a good time. As a thank you for a previous favour, one of Emma's best friends, Evanna Lynch, had invited the much loved English actress/model to a hen party. The bachelorette bash had been organised by the Irish celebrity for one of her sisters, Mairead, who was due to get married in the Summer.
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The party was arranged and paid for and was due to be held in a privately booked party venue in Eastcheap, London.
The Green Room was a dimly lit VIP room and had a capacity of fifty guests. The fairly intimate space had a bar, tables to seat twenty-five, and a convenient bespoke area for snacks and pizza. The walls were adorned with many photographs of previous party-goers having a good time.
Emma arrived at nine on the evening of the party and looked breathtaking in her chosen outfit of a black and silver glam dress covered in silver sequins. The left sleeve was of black mesh, and the right arm was left bare. A sash around the waist was tied off at her right hip which led the eye to the daring split that displayed lots of thigh. She had brushed her hair in such a manner that it was parted over her left ear and fell across her right brow.
She felt lucky in that she maintained a flawless complexion that looked great without a speck of make-up. Her eyebrows rose to graceful tips that
gave her a certain magnetism. Her doe like eyes always mesmerized others she would meet and greet.
"Emm!" Lovely to see you!"
Evanna kissed her friend on both cheeks and hugged her warmly.
The Irish blonde celebrity was a stunning beauty with huge luminous eyes and spectacular cheekbones. Her mouth was wide, generous, and showed a flash of strong white teeth when she smiled. Her hair was a dramatic swirl of ashen hair that swept past her left cheek and bounced at shoulder level.
Her diminutive five feet two frame was nevertheless long-legged, willowy, and supple as a cat.
She wore her trademark white, this time a Burberry off the shoulder gown that fell to floor level. Beside her, sister Mairead was a vision of subtlety in a chic black sleeveless dress that had a deep V in front and a large bow in the back.
She held a gold balloon in her hand emblazoned with the legend: 'Same penis for life!'
Bonnie Wright sidled over then and looked pure class in a hand-embroidered gown by Louis Vuitton.
"Look! The old gang is here!" She gushed.
"It's been quite a while, hasn't it." Emma stated with a welcome hug.
"Yeah. Lets make up for lost time, eh girls?"
"What are we drinking?"
"You just have to try the Raspberry Collins cocktail." Said Evanna with her hand up for service. "It's mind-blowing."
"What's in it?"
"Bombay Sapphire Gin, raspberry, lemon and soda."
"I'll drink to that." Said Emma as she accepted a glass from the male waiter.
"This is gonna be wild."
Emma looked at the all female guests who were howling with laughter and knocking back the Prosecco.
She had that confusing combination of cheek-flushing excitement and slight embarrassment as she realised the four waiters were only wearing black neck-ties and knee-length white aprons that just about covered their modesty. As they turned their backs, so their tight buns were clearly bared and visible.
"Good, eh?" Said Evanna with a nudge in Emma's ribs. "More from them later. Wink, wink!"
The ladies milled around the room and Emma sipped her cocktail, surveying the scene with lively satisfaction. Evanna had done wonders putting the whole thing together in only three days. Bonnie held her drink with both hands to keep it from spilling. She'd drunk two of them so far, and it showed.
"Right there, Em. That's my fantasy. In the flesh."
Bonnie's gaze glided across one of the butt naked waiter's clenched buttocks. In the flesh is right, Emma grinned. He pivoted his pelvis, and teased the sex starved women of the party. Two years of pandemic hell saw to that.
There was then a short interval, during which time the waiters passed among the tables again, taking every opportunity to titillate and arouse the ladies by deliberate bending over and spinning quickly.
Then, a loud drumbeat cracked and the lights dimmed further. All eyes were drawn to a low stage by the bar.
One of the hired men leapt up and gyrated his hips, sliding his hands to his apron and flashing it in a 'now you see it, now you don't' gesture.
"Show's on!"
Evanna, Emma, and others stood front and center, while Mairead sat on a chair behind some of her close friends.
Emma drew in a deep breath as he lowered the apron to his knees and smiled. In doing so, he revealed a trail of dark hair from his navel to his semi erection.
"Bravo!" Yelled Bonnie as she knocked back another drink.
Another sexy male stripper had appeared. He clearly had no problem either with showing off his muscular, chiseled body. Tall and handsome, with tousled hair, he had a lot of great assets to show off.
He whipped away his apron and shook his hips, his superb dick drawing whistles and cheers from a discerning all girl audience.
The other two strippers joined in, both displaying broad shoulders, slim waists, and thick thighs.
Emma was wide-eyed as she looked at the four hot guys, all now in the buff save for the ineffectual ties at their throats.
"Look at him!"
Evanna pointed at the biggest guy who moved to the front row and straddled her sister, giving the guest of honour a lap dance.
Emma felt that familiar warmth in her loins as she watched him gyrate on the woman's lap, facing her. She looked up at him with an unbridled lust.
The English actress felt a like feeling as she ogled the dancers stiffening dick.
Everybody gasped as he effortlessly picked her up and then laid her onto the stage. Next, he assumed a push-up position above her with his bared crotch over her face. Giggles abounded as he descended on her. Her face turned up so that his proud member landed on her pursed lips.
Leaving himself nestled against her mouth he dry humped her in a push-up position.
"I'm getting turned on here." Admitted Evanna, looking at her friends.
The female audience erupted into a chorus of clapping in time with the male strippers humping and hip thrusting. Mobile phones flashed as they finally stood up and bowed.
Emma watched their retreating forms for a moment. The dampness seeped into the crotch of her panties, and her nipples tightened against the front of her dress. The sight of Mairead getting this treatment left her horny as hell. Emma fantasised about his naked body and the marvelous things they could do together. And then there were all the exciting things he could do for her. Like fuck her brains out.
She could almost feel his masculine on her inner thighs as he rose and fell on top of her. Then, Emma pictured herself sitting astride his ripped body, his cock buried deep inside her pussy as they rocked together cowgirl style.
"Em?"
Evanna's voice brought her attention back to reality. She took another swig of her Raspberry Collins and felt the booze warm her body.
"Can I have everyone's attention? Meet Donny!"
An announcer introduced the next main stripper who stood at the edge of the stage.
Emma gulped. Here was six feet of tanned hunk with hard muscle, stood naked with dark, shoulder-length hair and broad shoulders. Emma stared at his impressive cock that jutted straight up from a shaven groin. The naked man began to gyrate in time to the music and Emma's heart pounded with the same rhythm.
She made eye contact with him, and he in turn remained focused on her. It felt as if he danced only for her, oblivious to everyone and everything else in the room.
