[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.
In the kitchen, the mothers huddled round the laptop were seething with jealously. All they saw on the live feed was a lace thong falling to Tom's feet! Nothing above the ankles. They heard wild screams erupt in the adjacent room. The pure joy and power their daughters were now enjoying while they had to sit here and just imagine it. They were now furious with Tom, he had personally aggrieved them; 'what a fucking little tease. Such a slut! He shouldn't get away with teasing us like that and then not let us see the goods! We should smash the door down and drag him in here by his balls!'
Meanwhile in the sitting-room a group of imperious teenage girls were now freely fondling Tom's penis and balls while he just had to stand there, tears of humiliation in his eyes, and let them. They were scathing in their comments of Tom too; "Such a small boy! Tom what would your fans say if they knew lol! My brother has a bigger dick than that! You're a better stripper than you are singer Tom! This is your natural state, a naked slave to girls! Yes that's right Tom, girls' rule now!"
Tom despised this puggy little birthday girl amateurly pulling at his cock. But he was distraught to see it was having such a shameful effect! And as his small penis grew and hardened, the girls' co-conspirators were quick to notice!
"Louise look! His dick is getting bigger in your hand! That means he likes you LOL! Keep playing with it! Awww....do you like Louise, Tom? Do you love her?! Your penis says you do! Tell her you love her! You can't deny it! You want to marry her! Give her a kiss!"
Tom would now do anything just to continue having his cock jerked. He may have despised these young women, but he hadn't got his rocks off in a while. Brianna always banned him from masturbation a week before a show. His balls had been so heavy, the thought of cumming...spraying white cum over these teenage girls...
"Yes Louise I love you. Please don't stop!" and he leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Louise however went for him full on the lips, her first kiss. Her friends swooned at the sight. Louise and Tom continue to kiss as she continued to jerk his cock.
Tom was now so close to cumming. He was thrusting his hips wildly as his penis was held firmly by Louise's chubby little hand. He was somehow enjoying such a debasing, humiliating make out session. These chubby little girls were now very tempting. He reached out to the one on the left with big boobs and copped a feel...
"Hey get off!!!"
Suddenly the jerking stopped. The girls looked at Tom with fury. How dare he seek to feel her up without permission! He was totally objectifying her! The girl angrily slapped his hard penis. It was forced down before bouncing up and comically slapping his flat stomach.
"Don't give him any more Louise. This cock can't control himself!"
Tom could not accept that he wasn't being allowed to cum after getting so worked up. He took Louise's hand and placed it around his cock again. Nodding silently, pleading for her to finish him off.
But the sisterhood had joined ranks. And so instead, she sat back, arms crossed and requested a song.
Tom was panting and trying to work out how these young bitches could work him up like that only to deny him. It wasn't fair! He was Tom Caley! They should be desperate for it!
His single focus was now to cum. He felt he'd burst into tears if he couldn't very very soon. He thought of an opportunity, and meekly said he needed the bathroom. The girls were suspicious, and told him sternly that he had three minutes to go upstairs and pee. No jerking off in the house!
As they unlocked a door into the large hallway for him, Tom suddenly felt even more vulnerable. He was now naked in a large, unknown house with no sense of direction. Why had he been so stupid and not asked where the bathroom was? What a dumb male thing to do. He snuck quietly to the stairs and went up. Who else may also be in the house? Would he suddenly be found with his cock out and have to meekly explain who he was and what he was doing in the buff?!
