*This is part two of the story. Please read part one first*
When Robyn made her comment about booking me for her bachelorette party before she even had a boyfriend, I thought it was a throw away comment and I didn't take it seriously.
So imagine my surprise when my wife called me into the bedroom to tell me Robyn got engaged and that we "needed to prepare" for my upcoming, er, performance.
"And she wants more," Andrea told me. "She told me she wants to upstage Allison's party, and it sounds like she might have a bigger crowd in mind."
"Uhhh..." I stammered trying to catch up.
"Don't worry, I'll prep you again," Andrea assured me.
When I was asked to be the stripper at Allison's party, it was one of the more memorable nights of my life. I found myself getting excited.
"Will it be the same crew?" I asked, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
"Probably," Andrea replied with raised eyebrows. Then she smiled. "It would make things easier for you, I think."
She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my hand. "Don't worry. It'll be fun."
Besides my wife, I do find Robyn to be among the more attractive of her friends, so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to a party for her. I found my imagination running wild about what more could be in store compared to last time. 'How much more wild could it get?' I thought to myself.
As she did before, my wife helped with some prep, primarily to give me a refresher on stripping and dancing technique but also to tweak things up a little so it wouldn't be exactly the same as before.
The last time I wasn't expecting any games and they all caught me by surprise. I tried to see if Andrea would spill any beans for this go around but she wouldn't budge.
"You'll just have to see," she kept saying. "Besides, we both know it'll be more fun if you're surprised."
I couldn't deny that she was undoubtedly right about that. Not only did I find I really enjoyed getting naked for a group of women, I got to see all the guests in a state of undress as well.
While Allison's party was at her house, Robyn had booked a private room at her family's country club.
"Don't worry about the setting. It'll be in a private part of the club," Andrea assured me.
Like the previous time, the women were going to have dinner and drinks before my arrival as the 'entertainment'. I was instructed to have my own dinner in the restaurant, which was delicious. I'm not exaggerating when I say it might have been the best steak I ever had. I was told the bill was taken care of so I didn't hesitate to loosen up with my drink of choice, rum and Coke.
When I got the text to make my way to the private room I found myself not near as nervous last time. I was already rock hard in my jeans thinking about it and was extremely excited to take my clothes off for a group of attractive women, particularly when I knew many of them so well. It was exciting.
My wife picked out a similar outfit for me to wear as the previous time: jeans with a belt and a button down shirt with nothing underneath (red this time). Instead of boxers however she bought some very tight fitting orange briefs. I was also wearing a baseball hat backwards per her instruction.
As I was told to do, I knocked on the door to the room. I heard the laughter and loud chatter stop immediately. I heard footsteps come closer to the door and saw my beautiful wife Andrea on the other side of it as she opened it. She looked radiant in a black miniskirt and sleeveless blouse. "Hi there mister," she said as she kissed me.
When I stepped into the room there were loud cheers from a number of the women, who were all seated in office chairs along a single row with a table in front. I recognized everyone who was at the previous party: Kasey, Lauren, Allison, Wendy and the bride to be Robyn, who sat smiling in the center with a queen's crown on her head and a big sash that said 'Bachelorette' running from her shoulder diagonally down towards her waist.
There were six other women along the row that I didn't recognize. They were also cheering but were not as boisterous. I also noticed two waitresses standing behind them flanking a table of alcohol and snacks. They both had sly smirks. It seemed they would be getting the perk of enjoying the show.
Not a word was spoken as my wife hit a switch on the wall. Music started playing immediately. I didn't recognize the hip hop song. The women continued cheering and it seemed evident that I was to just start.
I danced awkwardly to the music but tried my best to remember what my wife taught me. I began by kicking off one shoe and then the other. One of the women I didn't know pounded the table like a drum as the second one came off.
I remember moving a little faster than I had the last time, mainly because I was anxious to get to what was sure to come afterwards. Andrea talked to me about getting right to the main attraction but also trying to tease along the way. The noise level in the room increased as I unbuttoned my shirt. I danced a little with the shirt undone. I felt a rush as I saw every pair of eyes on me, including those of the servers.
"Did I mention I liked his chest hair?" I heard Wendy say to someone. I think she said something about her boyfriend having too much.
Without taking the shirt off I then undid my belt. Without taking that all the way off I then undid the jeans button and slid down the zipper. I heard a "whooo!" I then turned around and slid down the jeans with my back to the women. The shirt was still covering my orange brief clad rear end in a tease. I danced a little longer with my back to everyone. I kicked the jeans off to a lot of screaming.
"Turn around!" A voice yelled. I'm not sure who.
I obeyed and there was a great surge of noise and cheering. My rock hard cock was dying to come out of those briefs. I saw one of the waitresses mouth 'oh my god!' Lauren and Kasey looked at each other and smiled. Robyn was leaning forward in her chair, not being shy about staring at my crotch. I thought my dick might actually poke out of the flap.
I continued teasing with the shirt open. As was the case the first time, my moves or lack thereof were not of anyone's concern. All focus was on what was underneath the orange briefs and what they were straining to contain.
"We want the good stuff!" yelled a blonde I didn't know.
"Nice bulge!" yelled another chick I didn't know. "Looks like he'd be more comfortable if you let him out!" There was loud cheering to that comment.
I teased the ladies by moving toward them and going down the line, stopping for a very quick second in front of each of them. Lauren and Wendy copped feels. Allison licked her lips seductively with her tongue.
"I can tell you're not hiding a little pee pee in there. That's a DICK!" I couldn't tell who that voice belonged to due to the screaming.
The new women were shyer but wide eyed as I moved past them. After I reached the end of the table I backed up and returned to my original position toward the center.
