Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
Two of my friends were getting married. For the purposes of this story, let's call them Lexxi and Nikki. As their names indicate, they were lesbians. And that meant two bridesmaids, two bachelorette parties and two strippers.
Luckily, I was not a close enough friend to be a bridesmaid. I say luckily, because I think marriage is a total and utter waste of time and money and being part of one would make me a hypocrite. But that did not mean I refused when I was asked to find the strippers for the bachelorette parties. Unfortunately, I had never been to a strip club and had absolutely no idea how to go about hiring a stripper. Fortunately, you can now find anything you desire with a few clicks of a button. Thank god for the internet.
I quickly came across a website that specialized in bachelorette parties. Each stripper had her own profile with pictures and a list of special skills. There were almost a hundred women to choose from and all of them were beautiful. Unfortunately, I had to pick just two. Fortunately, Lexxi's parents were quite wealthy and the stripper budget was unlimited.
I may not believe in marriage, but I had been given a job and I was going to do everything in my power to provide the best entertainment possible. That meant holding auditions. So I picked the five hottest strippers on the site and set up a private audition session. Though unusual, the strippers did not seem to mind, because they were being paid their usual fee for a five minute performance. As for me, I would just have to endure watching those five beautiful young women dancing seductively before me. Ah, the things we do in the name of friendship, lol.
The first three strippers were breathtaking and their skills were legendary. My arousal level rose gradually throughout their performances and, more than once, I felt a fantasy growing within me. But I had no choice but to keep them contained. My job was to pick two strippers and fantasizing would make such a task impossible. So I grit my teeth and bore through all their teasing. Unfortunately, my arousal eventually got the better of me.
It was not until the fourth exotic dancer entered that I felt my arousal level skyrocket. Her stripper name was Candy Cane and her profile picture had depicted her as a beautiful young woman. But now that she stood before me, I realized that was not the case. She was more than beautiful, she was the hottest woman I had ever seen. She wore a cop uniform with handcuffs and all. But as hot as she looked in it, I could not wait for her to remove it. Fortunately, that was exactly what she did next.
The music had barely started playing when she ripped her top off, revealing her flawless boobs. The mere sight of her breasts was enough to convince me of a few things. One: This was the stripper I would hire. For both bachelorette parties. However, that did not mean I would not let the fifth stripper strut her stuff. Two: There was no way in hell I could resist the powerful fantasy that now grew within me. All I could wish for was that I could keep it contained long enough to avoid missing even a second of her enticing dance.
