The Bachelorette Pt 03

This is a Story about what CAN happen when the mice are left alone to play. In no way does it portray any past or present Bachelorette parties that take place in our fair city. It is just a story outlining what can take place. It is written in the first person, and no assumptions or connections should be made to identify or incriminate any person or persons.

The Bachelorette Party

Part Three

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What Men don't know, shouldn't hurt them)

The end, and new realizations

Now, if you haven't gotten lost in the adventures of these three girls this night, you might ask yourself, "Where was the driver throughout this night? Was he just waiting in the car?" Well, the answer is simply "NO." His job is to drive the car, but also be security for the girls all night, no matter where they are or what they are doing. No one singles out or even notices the guy in the crowd wearing normal work clothes, not even when he is video recording the entire night. Yes, there are cameras in the car, yes there are cameras in the bar, and yes there are cameras on the tennis court light poles and fences. Everything is recorded to avoid legal problems, even my initial interview with the girls was recorded. When you take someone's bride to be and do what we did, if Hubby to be finds out, the girl will tell him she was forced. So, I video everything, Even the driver has a small video camera on him.

Now I know what your next question is going to be, "Is recording all of this legal?" Well oddly enough, most states have not caught up with legal issues beyond what 1990's technology presented. None of the recordings included anything over a phone, or over the internet. No money was wired from one person to another, and no banks were used in any way. ALL the actions recorded were performed in public so, there was no expectation of privacy. The only laws that were broken were those of public nudity and lewdness, and I seriously doubt, no...I know, none of the participants will ever go to the police or testify. The reason I broke from the story is to understand the ending, you needed to know it was all documented digitally.

As this night of debauchery continued, all nine Men traded places with the others and with the girls. Everybody had everyone in every place they could be had. After it was all over, the girls just lay on the blacktop totally worn out, and halfway between consciousness and passed out. This is when I rolled each onto their backs and spread their legs so that my Driver could film a close-up of each girl dripping cum from each hole, and slowly pull back on the shot to get clear facial images. After I was done getting all the evidence to protect myself and everyone involved, we carried them back to the car one by one and laid them on blankets in the back. Now just two more obligations to fulfill.

I promised these girls I would keep them safe for the entire night. I brought them to a house I rent from time to time, and this is a special five-Bedroom house. It belongs to a longtime friend of mine, who has been an emergency room nurse for the past 22 years. She was also one of the women at the bar, keeping a close eye on the girls. It may come as a surprise to some, but people sometimes take drugs and don't tell you about it. (Ha) She is there first to make sure no one's hurt or injured, but also to watch for any sign of drug abuse by the girls. Now I know you can't spot everyone who is on drugs, but if there be any problems, she is there to tend to whoever needs medical attention.

First, they were evaluated by my nurse as to their condition, and then they were bathed by her, me, and my driver. Thirdly, they were all put to bed in a room together, making it easier to keep an eye on all of them. The next morning, they were fed coffee and eggs with toast and OJ. When they were fully awake and aware I asked them, "Do you remember everything you did last night." As is the normal response to that question, I got "Well some of it." Luckily and as planned, my Driver/Security/Camera man had spliced all video into one digital movie and had it set up on the big screen TV in the living room. The videos always start with short highlights lasting around a minute each, just enough to give a clear idea of what had transpired the night before, then it goes on to a full-length unedited play from each camera with sound. Normally the girls need nothing more than the highlight portion before they ask it to be turned off. This morning was no different, and there was silence after the TV was turned off.

If you can imagine the slap of reality that goes through a woman's mind when she sees herself doing the things that these girls did, you would predict the first question out of Cathy's mouth. "How much do you want to destroy that video?" she asked in a panicked voice. I assured them all that over the decades I have kept over a thousand confidences, and I am not going to break that policy now. I put on a second video showing me in a private video library with hundreds of drives labeled with names and dates. I explained the statutes of limitations on most of these is five years. Then the video shows me destroying drives with microwave and an old fashion hand crank rock crusher, that used to be popular in this part of the country 100 plus years ago. It then shows me dumping the fine ground pieces of that drive into a barrel mark hazardous waste, along with all the other ground up drives. Then Cindy asked rudely, "And I guess we're just supposed to trust you that it doesn't end up on the internet someday?" I responded, "You trusted me to do all those things in front of me and in public in front of others, and you weren't worried about the internet then?" Once again silence fell over the room. I proceeded, "Every person involved, or that witnessed your actions last night, was chosen by me. How do you think you can walk away without worrying you contracted any diseases last night? Everyone was tested and brought me documentation to that effect. How do you think you fucked numerous Men in a bar without anyone walking in? The doors were locked and only my people were in there. The bar was technically closed so the video was erased from the unit, no cell phones were allowed in the bar. And how do you think you woke up in a nice bed, bathed and fed? You asked me to provide a safe night for you and I did that plus more!"

Karen, the girl who originally hired me, asked "Where's that make up bag you had me put in the trunk of your car on Thursday?" "It is right behind the couch you are sitting on," I replied. She retrieved the bag, opened the combination lock, and proceed to pay me the agreed upon amount for my services. Then Cindy, the only one quiet throughout this morning asked me, "What happens now?" I answered, "You go off and live your lives as you would if none of this ever happened". And to my surprise she asked, "What if we don't want to return to our nowhere lives in that cold, dull place we call home?" I told her, "Your future is up to you. Where you go and what you do is entirely your choice. Nothing that happened last night will have any effect on your lives going forward." But I want it to," she mumbled. "You and I can talk privately after we're done here." I told her.

Wearing what amounts to hospital scrubs the girls returned to their hotel to continue their vacation. Karen returned later that day expressing that she would like to remain here with me, and I convinced her to go home and think about what she was proposing. Cathy contacted me a month later requesting a copy of everything recorded, as a video remembrance of the night. I lost track of Cindy, but Cathy tells me she is doing well. Karen returned a month later and now resides with me as my girlfriend and works as my assistant. She is my wild exhibitionist lover and friend.

I'll close this story by paraphrasing a 1980's TV show. "If you are in my city, and you know where to look for such Fantasy Night ads, then maybe you too could hire........."