I felt physically fine the morning after my bachelor party, which tells you that it was a pretty shitty time. My beautiful blond fiancée had tried her best to arrange one for me but it was a disaster.
Having just moved to the city I had no friends here yet. I assumed I wouldn't have a bachelor party but Tammy insisted on coming up with something. She already felt guilty about me being the one to move so she couldn't let me miss out on that too.
Tammy set up an evening of food, drinks and watching the NCAA tournament games at a nearby pub with some of her male coworkers. I felt like an ass being surrounded by people who were only there as a favor to my fiancée, but I tried to make the best of it. The other guys tried for a while too, but they soon got wrapped up in work conversations. I concentrated on the beer and game. This suited me fine but I turned around to see Tammy holding back a cry.
On the way home, Tammy apologized for ruining my bachelor party and burst into tears. I told her that I had a good time and I loved that she tried, but she felt awful. She swore she'd make it up to me and refused to listen to my protests.
A few weeks later, Tammy came home beaming. She kissed me and excitedly told me that she had arranged a great party idea for the next night. Before I could even tell her it wasn't necessary, she promised me that this one would be very different. Tammy actually bounced up and down as she told me it would just be me and her... and the entertainment. That got my interest but she refused to divulge more information saying she wanted it to be a surprise.
I was kicked out of the house for the next afternoon so I killed some time watching more college basketball at the pub. I found myself losing interest in the game trying to figure out what Tammy had set up. Tammy was definitely not a prude, but I couldn't imagine her actually getting me a stripper. She had previously vetoed strippers wherever I had suggested them in the past. But it had to be something pretty decent to get her so worked up. Finally, it was time to go home and find out.
Knocking on my door to give Tammy some notice, I walked inside and found her on the couch drinking with a gorgeous young looking woman. Tammy jumped up to welcome me with a big hug, obviously already buzzed. She pulled me towards the smiling blond and introduced us, me as Joey and her as Cathy, but tonight she would be Angel. Angel stood up to her full 5-8 inch frame and shook my hand smiling widely. She then excused herself to change for the show leaving me with my fiancée.
Tammy, still bursting with excitement, asked me what I thought of her. I told her that she was amazing looking and asked if she was really there to be my 'entertainment'. When Tammy squeaked out a yes I asked if she was sure she was legal. Tammy just laughed and told me that they met in a community theater about a year ago and that she was 21 years old. Pushing me into a chair, she told me to stop worrying and start enjoying. She asked me what I wanted to drink and told me to wait there.
Ten full minutes later, Tammy came back with my rye and coke dressed like I had never seen her before. Her breasts were barely contained in a short tight white tube top. The indentations of her nipples poked through clearly, and you could even see the surrounding red areola through the shear fabric. White fishnet stockings covered her shapely legs, topped off with high heels and a tiny black leather miniskirt.
She gave me my drink and asked me if I liked her bachelor party waitress outfit. Never having seen her in anything so slutty I could barely squeak out my approval. Tammy loved sex and had a very active dirty mind but she never dressed up like this for me. Our thing was more about talking dirty to each other while making love, describing fantasies for each other. This was different in a really good way. Her outfit looked amazing and was making me almost want to skip the show and just take her right there.
She asked me if there was anything I wanted in a very suggestive voice. I reached out to grab her beautiful body and she collapsed on the couch with me, kissing me deeply. This little party seemed to be turning her on even more than me. I slid my hands down her breasts and over her legs to Tammy's appreciative moans. As I reached under her skirt, I found that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
Her pussy felt so hot and so soaked I was shocked. Tammy asked me between kisses if she was as sexy as the strip club waitresses, and I replied that she beat them hands down. She moaned her thanks and reached down and grabbed my erection through my pants. She teased my cock as she told me how this night came about. Apparently Cathy, who I had to call Angel that night, wasn't actually a stripper. She was just a friend Tammy used to hang out with after plays who was back in town visiting for a week. They had gone for drinks and the subject of my bachelor party came out. After joking about having Angel strip for me, they decided that it might actually be fun to do. It was perfect really, because Tammy could trust her and for Angel it would be a fun, safe way of living out a stripper fantasy.
Tammy's teasing had gotten me to the point where I wasn't sure I could wait for a strip show. I started to play with her in earnest when Angel called out that she was ready. Tammy asked Angel to give us a second, and she got off the couch and pulled me up with her. She led me to a chair in the middle of the room and told me to sit down. Grabbing my arms gently behind the chair, she suddenly clicked my wrists together with a pair of handcuffs. I laughingly asked her what that was about, and she told me she just wanted to make sure I played by the rules. Apparently the rules were that I couldn't touch lick her tits or pussy or lick or kiss her and Angel couldn't kiss me or touch my cock, but she could overlook everything else. This sounded more like the slightly jealous Tammy I knew and loved, but it still sounded fair enough.
Tammy gave my cock a final squeeze and told me to enjoy the show. She stood up and turned out the lights except for one in the middle of the room. Being drunk and unaccustomed to her slutwear, she didn't seem to notice that her pussy was just visible beneath her tiny skirt. Or maybe my demure fiancée was doing it on purpose? Whatever the reason, those few soft glimpses were driving me up the wall with lust.
Leaving the room for a few minutes, Tammy came back leading Angel by the hand to the center of the room. I concentrated on the little bit of pussy revealing itself with each step until Angel came into the light. Angel was simply stunning. Her big blue innocent eyes and welcoming smile made her look like the girl next door while her large firm breasts and amazingly long legs made her look like a pornstar. She wore surprisingly elegant clothes; a low cut red cocktail dress with a long slit in the side, matching red high heels, and earring and a necklace that looked more expensive than my car. I couldn't believe this dream girl was about to strip for me.