It was Sunday morning when the phone rang and I quickly picked it up.
"Hello. Hi Mr. Abernathy. Good morning sir. What can I do for you?"
He replied, "Well Jones, I was just checking to make sure everything was set for my future son-in-laws bachelor party tonight."
I answered, "Yes sir, it is. I will be there early to make sure everything goes well."
He continued, "What about the girl? Did you get a young lady to entertain everyone?"
I said, "I sure did sir. A lovely woman and I told her to give a good performance, especially to the guest of honor."
He just said ok and hung up.
My wife yelled out, "Who was that dear?"
I replied, "It was my boss, Abernathy. He wanted to know if everything was set for the bachelor party tonight and I told him it was."
I just heard, "That's good dear."
Now, let me bring you up tp speed...
My boss, Mr. Abernathy asked me to put together a bachelor party for his future son-in-law. I had never done one before but I was up for partner and I told him I would do it.
He told me he wanted a tastefully done event with good food and female entertainment for the party in three weeks. I told him I would take care of everything.
I found a nice restaurant and worked out the menu and price for 20 guests.
I hired a dj for the evening and I found a young woman for the entertainment.
Everything was set.
Later that morning, I was just relaxing, going over all the details when the phone rang. My wife, Suzy, picked it up and yelled out that it was for me.
I picked up the extension and it was Nicole, the woman for this evening.
I asked her if she was set for tonight. She hesitated and said, "I can't make it tonight. I broke my ankle last night. I am so sorry." Then she hung up.
I started screaming, "Now, what the fuck am I going to do. I'm screwed I yelled out.
Suzy came running over asking me what was the matter. I told her that the entertainer for tonight can't make it and today is Sunday and who the fuck am I going to get to replace her at this
time?
She tried to calm me down but I just ranted and raved.
Finally she calmed me down enough so we could figure something out.
Suzy asked, "How many guests will be there?"
I told her 20.
She then asked, "What was the girl going to do?"
I told her that she was going to strip down to pasties and g-string.
Then Suzy said, "Well, that's not too bad. Was she going to provide any 'extra' services?"
I looked at her and asked, "Like fuck anyone?"
She smiled and just said yes.
I said to her, "not that I was aware of. If she was, it was going to be on her own."