Stephanie was all nerves as she sat in the back of Rhonda's SUV, their destination out of her knowledge or control. She had been nervous about her bachelorette party for weeks, and it was finally here. Her hands fidgeted in her lap as she did her best to keep herself from asking the same question the other passengers had refused to answer three times before.
"Come on guys, tell me where we're going." she tried once more, getting no answer from any of the other four women in the vehicle.
She looked to Brianna, the fit, olive skinned woman to her left. Bri attempted to look reassuring, but she knew that Stephanie would be apprehensive if she was aware of where they were going. She needed this. At least that was what Bri told herself while she and the other women were planning their outing. Stephanie had always been their shy, repressed friend, and it was everyone's belief that she needed to let loose at least once before getting married.
Stephanie fidgeted nervously with the hem of her knee length skirt, and her eyes went wider when they pulled into the parking lot of a neon drenched building with the word "Bulges" prominently displayed over the door. "OH no. No no no." She pled, feeling a subtle blush come to her cheeks.
"This is for your own good, girl!" slurred Janae, the lanky brunette in the front seat who had gotten her night started early. Stephanie's eyes darted back to Bri once again, who put a comforting hand on the bride-to-be's shoulder.
"Trust me," she said, "You're gonna have a good time."
Steph wanted to protest more, but before she could find the words, they pulled to a stop and she was suddenly being yanked from the car. They shuffled her across the parking lot, and in the melee, Brianna slipped a sash over her body that read "Future Mrs. Carlisle" in gold, cursive script.
The second they entered the club, electronic music assaulted Stephanie's ear drums. On a stage across the large open room there were three muscular, scantily clad men dancing for different groups of screaming women, all waving money at them. Stephanie was slightly unnerved by the raucous display, but her friends all seemed to be really excited, so she took a deep breath and resolved to try and enjoy herself.
To her horror, her four friends immediately ran to one of the few open tables right in front of the stage. Stephanie hung back, grabbing a drink at the bar, and watching as the women she studied sociology with quickly turned into screaming, drooling, letches. After downing her first drink, she decided that the other ladies seemed to be having such a good time, that she felt compelled to join them.
The group of rowdy women applauded and cheered her when she came and sat at the table, drawing some attention that made Steph more self conscious than anything. As the next hour wore on, and she poured another drink into her stomach, the bashful feeling began to diminish, allowing her to enjoy the show. As the barely dressed men shook and gyrated in front of her, she found that it didn't make her as uncomfortable as her anxiety had always made it seem. Soon she even let out a loud 'Woo' drawing a congratulatory laugh from her friends. At one point in the night, Bri handed Stephanie a five dollar bill, and nudged her toward the stage. The bride-to-be took a second to comprehend, and then just stared at her friend in disbelief.
"Come on, you baby!" Bri shouted, downing another drink. "It's your fucking bachelorette party!"
Stephanie considered the situation, but she didn't have long before the pulsing music and alcohol pushed her forward. She almost drifted toward the large, tan, blonde man on stage. Dressed in nothing but a sparkly black thong, his rippling muscles, and other various bulges, were very much on display. Baby oil almost dripped down his glistening skin as he spotted the bachelorette coming his way. He walked toward her, thrusting his hips and motioning for her to come up on stage. She shook her head and held the bill out, causing him to come to the edge of the stage and open the side of his g-string. Stephanie hesitated for a moment, but went to slip the money in, and that was when he struck.
With a devilish smile, he dragged her on stage, as her friends whooped and hollered. She tried to resist, but to her surprise, she didn't resist very hard. Before she knew it she was on stage, bright lights blinding her as the muscular dancer rubbed his hands all over her. A light blush rose to her cheeks. Part of her wanted to run, but another strange part of her wanted to stay.
After a couple minutes, he spun her around, and gave her a wink, before lifting her dress. In a flash her tight, perky backside clad in only a small white thong was exposed to the club, eliciting a loud cheer, mostly from the drunk women she arrived with. Stephanie instantly smoothed her skirt down. She felt her skin turn crimson, as she hopped off the stage and ran back to her laughing friends.
"Hey," remarked a tipsy Brianna "at least you were wearing cute panties."
Steph hid her face, partially from embarrassment, partially to hide her smile. While it had been humiliating, something within her body had inexplicably enjoyed the experience. She even felt the telltale wetness, which caused her even more confusion. Something about a large group of people watching her get felt up by the dancer, and seeing what she had previously kept hidden was surprisingly arousing to the young woman.
She turned this unwelcome self discovery over in her head for the rest of the show, staring at the stage, trying her best to not let on that anything strange had happened. After a while, she saw her friends stand, and reflexively did the same thing. The group made their way out of the club, the cool night time air hitting Stephanie's face in a refreshing wave. A bit of a breeze made its way up her skirt, causing her to shiver from excitement as well as the cold.
"Well that was great, ladies, seriously. I can't-"
"Oh no no no. We're not done." said Rhonda, the only sober one left. "We have one more stop."
"But-" Stephanie began to protest, but stopped when Bri wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, and guided her into the back of the SUV. Before she could say anymore, she was seatbelted in, and the car was moving. They didn't drive very far, but that was no help to Stephanie, who spent very little time downtown. She felt herself being dragged out of the car, and moved through a series of hallways into what seemed like a large, open, dark room. What perplexed Stephanie was that she heard a large number of voices murmuring nearby.
"Alright, what's-"
"Shhh!" was the only reply.
She didn't have much longer to worry about what was to come. Her blindfold was removed and suddenly the room was brightened by the lights overhead. The crowd in front of her cheered before her eyes were even adjusted enough to realize what was happening. After a moment or two, she looked around to see a crowd of men staring at her, some of whom she recognized. Seeing a few more familiar faces, she realized she was at her fiance's bachelor party. After a glance to her left and right, she realized she was standing alone on a stage with three different brass poles.
