[Everyone depicted in this story is 18 or over]
Louise had never been a very popular girl at school. Very plain, slightly chubby, yet rather vain thanks to her mother's extraordinary wealth. So usually girls would not be overly excited to be invited to her 18th birthday party. Yet this time, something was different, the rumors first sounded preposterous, but the closer it came to the date, the more schoolgirls excitedly whispered:
"But what if it's true?!"
Only four girls had been invited to Louise's birthday evening at her family home. And Louise had promised something so outrageous it might just actually be true. A private performance from teen hearthrob, Tom Caley.
After all, her mother was rich and well-connected, perhaps she really had arranged such a VIP event for her daughter Louise?
As the girls arrived at the palatial mansion that was Marcia - Louise's mothers - home, the girls were shepherded into the sitting-room, the designated private party area.
Mrs. Winshaw watched her daughter leave with Louise before following Marica into the spacious kitchen for a glass of wine.
"So is it really true?! You've hired Tom Caley to come and perform for them? Is it really true that he um....takes some of his clothes off?"
Marica chuckled. So word was getting out and the ladies were intrigued. Well, there was no point in being coy about it now. "Let me show you the promotional picture his agent, Brianna, sent me..." she said, leaning over her laptop and bringing up the email. "There. Take a peek."
Mrs. Winshaw looked at the screen and gasped. It featured a sultry picture of the famous Tom wearing only a thong. It had the words "Tom Caley's Ladies Night performance. For your private hire. Premium Package. Absolute discretion required. Females only."
She could scarcely believe Marcia had pulled this off. Everyone in their circle of friends knew Marcia had some pretty big connections. But how many people could hire a world famous sensation and have him sing in the buff for their daughter's birthday? Mrs. Winshaw was green with jealously.
"And is it really true that um....you know the thong? It....it comes off?"
Marcia gave her a long teasing stare before nodding her head in confirmation, "Tom's thong is hiding the birthday present of a lifetime. And my little Louise is going to get to unwrap it. The Premium package explicitly states it -- he must be naked for the remainder of the evening. He is explicitly denied by his agent to cover up"
Mrs Winshaw felt dizzy. She took a seat and poured herself a generous glass of wine. "You know Marcia," she said timidly "I might just stick around. My daughter is a sensitive type, this might all be a bit much for her. Better I stay and observe. Just to be on the safe side no? I've no interest in seeing this lad starkers oh no of course not! The poor lad is half my age! But I do want to check he behaves himself when he gets his willy out."
Marica gave her a knowing look.
"I hate to break it to you. But I only paid for the girls. It cost 5K per audience member! They'll be in the sitting-room and as Tom performs absolutely no-one else is allowed in or permitted to see him, you know, stripped down. No photos allowed either. But..."
She beckoned to the laptop again and switched to a new window. To a live feed.
"But Marica, that's your sitting-room! Look the girls are there!"
Marica unveiled a devilish grin. "That's right. A hidden webcam. You think I'm going to let the hottest young talent strip naked in my own home and NOT get to see it! This is all going to be recorded honey! And we can watch it from here tonight!"
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As Tom began to sing the five teenage girls swooned in near disbelief. The hottest, most famous young popstar was performing just for them! And while they knew all the words to his soppy pop songs, his physical presence was the real prize. A tight shirt clinged to his muscles, his pants looked flimsy and ready to be ripped off! Louise couldn't wait. Her mother had told her the full extent of her birthday gift and she wanted it NOW!
"STRIP! OFF! OFF! OFF!"
Directly next to the sitting room in the kitchen, five lustful mothers drained their wine glasses and stared intently at Marcia's laptop. All had stayed when they had heard just what was on show tonight. They were silent in their deception. Little did Tom Caley know his strip show was about to be recorded and watched by these scheming mothers! The sheer unfairness of it for him, the double standard, somehow aroused them, knowing they'd robbed this young man of any privacy he might have desperately clung to.
As Tom tore his shirt off to reveal his waxed bare torso the mothers gasped as their daughters squealed in delight. A reluctant Tom waved the shirt about his head and threw it to Louise. Next, the flimsy chaps were in one stunning motion ripped clean off! As the mothers gulped at this vision, Marcia smiled proudly. Standing in her sitting-room, before her birthday girl, was Tom Caley in a tiny, floral, frilly thong.
Marcia had known exactly what skimpy item Tom would be wearing that night. She had been allowed to choose it by Brianna. A fun exchange of emails with Tom's female agent in the planning of the event had led to Brianna agreeing to send over an entire (private and not to be distributed) portfolio of Tom in a whole range of thongs and g-strings for Marica to choose from. Brianna had joked that having him change in and out of them for these photos had been an absolute hoot and the girls in their record label office had very much enjoyed having Tom parading up and down for inspection all day. The floral thong was tied at one side by a pretty bow. The ultimate birthday gift just waiting to be unwrapped.
Back in the sitting-room, Tom nervously moved closer to these plain five teenage girls, all too aware that only a frilly piece of lace was now between his terrified, shrivelled penis and their cruel, unforgiving eyes. He kicked his clothes away to the side. Just then, the view in the kitchen changed. On Marcia's laptop the feed from the webcam was ruined! Marica was incensed! That idiot cock had kicked unwittingly his clothes onto the hidden webcam! It was now on the floor, revealing only a teasing sight of Tom's naked feet and ankles.
The mothers were distraught! No no no! We were about to see his penis! These prim and proper mothers now lost any disguise of refinement, they wanted to see his cock right now! It was their right, this celebrity boy had no right to deny them a glimpse! One desperate lady tried the handle on the interconnecting door only to find the young girls inside had locked it! Another mother pushed her aside and knelt to peak through the keyhole but sadly couldn't see anything good other than a quick glance at Tom's pert ass cheeks.
Tom could not believe Brianna had forced him to sign up for this. He was at the national music awards next week and yet here he was now, little more than a booked stripper for some nobody's. Louise practically licked her lips in anticipation. Tom Caley was about to give her the sight all women dream off. Him, completely naked, completely obedient to her. She thought of how jealous all the girls at school would be when they heard how Louise had humbled the hottest male star going.
Tom reluctantly stammered the rehearsed line Brianna had insisted upon. "H-h-happy birthday Louise. This is all for you. I want you to own me tonight." And he motioned to the bow that holding his thong together. Louise was brazen, she scratched her nails down his beautiful torso and then, with all her friends pressing in for a close look, she unwrapped the bow and let the thong and Tom's modesty fall slowly to the floor.
