This story is the third part of a series. Any correlation with real people alive or dead is purely happenstance. It would be more enjoyable to start with the first part. In any case, I hope you enjoy this part as well.
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The next day Randal and Suki drove the Porche on the way to the bachelorette party. Randal was nude as required by Suki whenever they took the 911. Randal was delightedly nervous having his physical wares in full display on such a sunny California evening. Several women noticed his naked aroused state during the short seventeen-minute ride, but this happened without authority involved incident. Only lewd smiles as Randal's nudity seemed to bring the SUV driving female community wicked joy. His sizeable erect member regularly inspired positive reactions from modern females. But in this age of cell phones, one prude could put Randal into a real pickle. A simple call could have his exposed cucumber locked in a barrel.
"It is a lovely day, should I lower the top?" Suki asked, teasing Randal, although she knew they were almost pulling up to the destination, and he was soon to be nude outside the car.
"Please don't there are a lot of people about," Randal pleaded.
"You are not any fun," Suki quipped as they pulled up in front of the address.
Randal's heart began to race as he realized Suki had no intention of returning his clothes for the unknown walk to the door.
He wondered how deep in the condominium complex Carla's home was.
"Get out my timid exhibitionist," Suki said jokingly.
Randal and Suki walked quickly to the entrance of the condominium as she intermittently smacked his bare ass. The sound of the blows echoed off the exterior condominium walls. One 50 something female neighbor peered out her window, and Randal felt based entirely on her appearance, he would get arrested for sure. The woman smiled and waved to Suki. Suki laughed, and Randal's heart started again. His eyes were frantically searching for the number 46 as it was the address of Carla's place.
He finally saw her number above the entrance, and Randal rushed to the front door, hoping not to get arrested in the posh neighborhood. They met Christina and Terrence already at Carla Ruiz's townhouse and assembled on Carla's porch. The community was quiet, and the luxury townhouse was well back from the street. On this Saturday, most of the young residents of the complex were out enjoying California leisure activities, Randal having no knowledge of this, was worried feeling exposed on the porch waiting for his inevitable arrest.
Terrence also was nude already. Terrence held a suitcase filled with costumes and props in front of him in an attempt to hide his forced nudity. His rump still exposed; Terrence had a tattoo of a multi-colored butterfly on his ass. A souvenir from passing out at a frat party in his youth. It looked ridiculous, and Randal was thankful he had never pledged himself. The frat brothers did it out of jealousy for Terrence's massive endowment.
What a shitty thing to do to your brother, no thanks, Randal thought.
Christina had made Terrence travel naked on the hour-long ride from Vacaville to Sausalito. His longer ride was terror riddled as Terrence was sure of his imminent arrest on several occasions. When a highway patrol car left the CHP scales right beside their car, he panicked, but the female officer was preoccupied with a truck violation. Terrence was not as accustomed to the forced public nudity as Randal. He was going to have to get used to it, though as Suki and Christina inspired each other. They enjoyed tormenting their men and describing the events later to their new perverse friend on giggle-filled phone conversations. They each tried to gain an advantage over the other at their mate's expense. Suki pressed the button, and the doorbell rang.
"Hello Suki, I am glad you made it," Carla said, her eyes opening wide as she noticed the two exposed men.
"We brought two strippers, I hope that is okay," Suki said.
"Sure, that is even better. You are a lifesaver. The other one canceled as I said yesterday, Seems the stripper's boyfriend became irked as he had sex with a female client last weekend. I bet he is reconsidering his lifestyle," Carla said.
"I bet, what man could use men exclusively after having pussy," Terrence said.
"Shut up, Terrence," Christina said.
"I think he is right," Irene said.
"This is Irene, and I am Carla. Irene, this is Suki," Carla said.
"We will give you the two for one deal of a lifetime. I am Christina, and this is Terrence," Christina said.
"Hello, Christina, nice to meet you. You made them both ride here naked?" Irene asked.
"Of course, and you know they love it, secretly," Suki said.
The two wily friends laughed roughly. Randal and Terrence's flesh turned red, and they looked down at the floor. Both Randal and Terrence wore only masks to conceal their identity. Their cocks stood proudly hard before them. Carla, Irene, and two of her other friends were setting up the Bachelorette party. The decorations were the silly uninspired penis-related josh fare typical of such events; there were strawberry margaritas with penis straws and the whole bit.
Carla's friends helping to set up were teachers as well. They all worked at Dyson elementary school, the school that Randal's two boys attended. It was clear that the teacher's propensity for doing things in a committee was in full force. The teachers approached this like any school event, with comradery and purpose. Irene told the others what to do; she had self-assumed command. Irene Meyers, a fourth-grade teacher, was around thirty-five and thin. Irene had a sultry voice, the kind of sound that causes a man's balls to react just hearing it. She could really cash in on the phone sex market if that even still exists. Her body was lean and fit with small pointed breasts. Her nipples were hard, made evident by her lack of a bra. She wore a summer dress and thigh-high stockings, which the tops showed whenever she bent over. She was a different sexy from Suki, but still very desirable.
I would let her do me if Suki allowed me, Randal thought.
Irene looked longingly at Randal's hard cock. She would love to try it out sometime as well.
"We both know who you are, Mr. Lewis. You might as well just lose the masks," Irene said.
Another teacher was Amanda Riggs. Amanda was a first-grade teacher right out of college and could not have been more than 24 years old. Amanda's face was lovely, with intriguing blue eyes that lit up the entire room. Her dark hair had a red streak dyed into the bangs. Amanda's crisp white shirt concealed a heavy rack only righted by her straining bra. Her bottom was slightly big, but not fat. She looked and acted super cute with a sparkling personality. She would help someone make a good life for themselves if they linked up with her.
"Your secret is safe with us," Amanda said as she swatted Randal's ass.
Randal removed the mask as Amanda groped his cock. Finally, the third teacher was Daniele, a half Korean woman aged thirty. Daniele was five-feet-eight inches tall and every bit as sexy as Suki.
"Nice and stiff just like I like them," Amanda said with a chuckle.
Daniele reached out to check Randal's hard-on as well. Daniele smiled and shook her head in agreement. Carla not to be left out grasped Terrence's rod.
"The guests are mostly teachers, and errant social media is an excellent way to be fired. There will be no videos tonight," Carla said as she stroked Terrence.
Randal sighed with relief. He could not afford his reputation to take an enormous hit like that. Investing is a rumor fueled endeavor as it is. Even in wild California, such a revelation would be career-ending. Daniele stroked Randal as Amanda squeezed Randal's balls.
"His balls are full, when is the last time you climaxed," Amanda asked.
"Yesterday, but Randal is very fertile," Suki said.
Amanda licked her lips.
Daniele thought fertile, just what I need.
"When do you want the show?" Suki asked.
"We will play a few drinking games, and then they can come out to perform," Carla said.
