Alexis got up and went back into the bathroom to clean off and to continue to get ready. My pants were still around my ankles, and now I needed to clean off too. I took the rest of my clothes off, trying not to make eye contact with my wife, who had just witnessed her friend give me a handjob.
I had to shower, but Alexis was in the bathroom, so I went down the hallway to our guest bathroom, showered, and changed into some new clothes.
The girls continued to get ready and were putting on makeup for what seemed to be forever. I went down to the kitchen and waited for them. After about a half-hour, the doorbell rang, and I saw Beth run downstairs to get it. She opened the door, and I heard Anthony's voice say hello. I got up and looked down the hallway to the foyer and saw Beth hand Anthony a big bag.
"Thanks!" Anthony said, "This is going to be great; you look awesome! See ya at 10."
Beth giggled and closed the door behind him.
"What was that about?" I asked Beth as I walked up to the front door.
"Oh, nothing, a surprise Anthony wanted to use for the party, it's no big deal. You'll see later."
"It's not that videotape of you from college, is it?" I blurted out.
"No, no way!" Beth answered. "It's not that big a deal, you'll see," she said, walking back upstairs.
After another 20 minutes, they were both ready and came back downstairs. They were both wearing identical short plaid miniskirts, super-thin white shirts tied up in the middle, black heels, and pigtails. Both had on bright red lipstick. They looked sexy and slutty as hell.
"Wow!" I said. "They are gonna be lining up at the bar to get drinks from you guys."
They put on overcoats to cover themselves up, and we got into the car. Beth gave me the directions, and we drove to a hotel downtown where they were having the party. It was in the commercial section of the city, about 30 minutes from our house. So this party won't be too bad, I thought, if it's in a hotel room at least it can't be that big of a party. Plus, it was a very fancy and respectable hotel.
As I drove, Beth said, "So Mark, listen, if anybody asks, you are our escort, ok?"
"What? You mean like a bodyguard?" I asked.
"Well, ok, yeah, or our agent, bouncer, that kinda thing," Beth said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I just think it will be awkward for everyone, us, you, the guys there, if they knew you were my husband, this is supposed to be fun." She said. "Anthony agreed that was probably the best idea if you came," she added.
I thought about it, and she had a point. It would be a little embarrassing for me standing there watching my wife serve drinks dressed like she was at a bachelor party. This way, at least I wouldn't get teased. Plus, if they thought I was a bouncer, they would listen to me if I told them to calm down if any of them got out of hand. But, hey, I guess I'm almost big enough and tough-looking enough to be a bodyguard, I thought, smiling to myself.
"Ok fine," I said.
When we got to the hotel, we parked the car and walked through the lobby right to the elevators. Beth and Alexis knew the room number, so we headed right up. Beth called Anthony's cell phone from the elevator and told him we were on our way up.
The elevator doors opened, and we headed down one of the hallways. As we continued down the hall, we heard some noise getting louder from one of the rooms at the end. When we found the right door, it sounded like there was a big party. There was music blasting, and there were a lot of voices coming from inside.
"They have a huge corner suite," Alexis said excitedly.
I knocked on the door. We heard the music get turned down, and then Anthony opened the door and came out into the hallway.
"Ok guys, you ready?" he said.
"Yup," Beth and Alexis said at almost the same time.
"Hey Mark, it's cool you came; you're the bodyguard, right? Cool?"
I nodded and said, "Sure, whatever."
"Ok, take off your coats and give them to me; I'll put them in one of the bedrooms. I'll introduce you two, and you'll walk right in and go behind the bar on the left side of the room, ok?' Anthony said.
"Ok, got it," Alexis said. She seemed more excited about this than Beth did. I thought this might be a good sign for later on in the night when we got home. Maybe Alexis will give me another handjob, or a blowjob, or more, I thought to myself.
Anthony took their coats and went back into the room. We could hear him talking through the door.
"Gentlemen," he said in a deep booming voice, "It is with great pleasure that I introduce to you our special bartenders for the evening. First, we have the lovely Alexis."
The door opened, and Alexis walked through into the room to whistles and catcalls. I could see that the room was pretty crowded through the crack in the door, maybe 10 guys at least.
Anthony closed the door almost all the way and continued.
"Also joining us tonight, from the pages of Playboy, the super sexy, Beth!"
The door opened again, and Beth walked through the door to even louder applause. I followed in behind her.
The room was huge. These guys had a corner suite with two big couches on the right side of the room. There were at least 15 guys in the room, all between the ages of 25-35.
I stood next to Anthony at the door and watched as Beth strutted through the room. She weaved her way between two chairs placed in the middle of the room, stopped, and turned both palms up and smiled, in a "Ta-Da!" sort of way. The guys whistled and hooted. They were diggin' the short plaid skirt and probably also Beth's practically see-through white shirt tied in a knot. The outlines of her nipples were visible. Beth then turned left and headed toward the bar.
As my eyes followed her, my heart skipped. Standing behind the bar was Alexis. And behind Alexis, on the wall, was a giant poster of Beth's picture from the Playboy college issue. I recognized it immediately from our basement. One of Beth's friends from college was a minor in photography and had made it for her as a joke in the photo lab. It had been sitting in our basement in the corner, hidden away for a few years.
I turned to Anthony and said, "Who's fucking idea was that?"
"Well, she mentioned she had a poster copy of it, so I asked her if we could borrow it," he said with a devilish grin. "Come on. The guys love it."
I looked back at the picture and Beth as she got behind the bar. I was blushing. Every guy in the room turned to look at my wife, smiling back at everyone from behind the bar, looking sexy as hell, with a giant picture of her bare ass plastered behind her.
A few guys got up and started to get drinks at the bar, although it was obvious some of them were already a bit drunk.
I walked over and stood next to the bar. Anthony took their coats across the room towards what looked like the double doors of the main bedroom. There appeared to be two bedrooms in the suite, not to mention an additional sitting area behind the couches.
"Guys!" he yelled, pointing to me, "That is Mark over there; he's here with the girls, so that's the guy who's in charge of them ok, if he tells you to do something, beat him up."
A few guys laughed.
"No, seriously, listen to whatever he says, ok?"
The guys mumbled in agreement.
The bachelor was a guy about 30 years old named Jason. He was tall, reasonably well-built, and good-looking. His friends were making him drink a lot, but he seemed to be handling it well and was having a good time.
The guys drank for about an hour longer, ordering drinks from Beth and Alexis, and were trying to flirt wildly with them. I started drinking, too, figuring either Beth or Alexis would drive home.
I began to relax and enjoy watching all of the attention my wife was getting. But, I must admit, I also couldn't take my eyes off Alexis. Some beer had spilled on her shirt, and it made the left side of it practically transparent. Either she was cold from the beer or aroused, but her nipple was hard, perfectly outlined against her shirt.
The guys made the girls start drinking too after a while, doing shots with them and hitting on them simultaneously.
At one point, one of the guys glanced down at Beth's hand and said, "Holy shit!"
He was pointing at her ring.
"You're married?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered with a smile.
"Lucky bastard," the guy added, "Hey, I'm Jason's best man, Kyle."
"Nice to meet you," Beth answered.
"Where is your husband tonight? I can't believe he lets you work at bachelor parties, wearing that!" he said. "And with an ass like that!" he added, pointing to Beth's picture.
"Thanks," Beth said. "He's out of town visiting with his parents, but he's cool with it, plus we have Mark here with us to watch out for us."
Kyle looked at me then continued with Beth, "Still, he must be nuts, man. Are you girls gonna dance too later."
"We'll see, maybe," Beth said.
When he walked away and yelled out to the room, "Hey guys, Beth's married!!"
A few guys moaned in regret.
I shot Beth a concerned look. I could tell they were getting drunk from all of the shots.
The party continued until finally, there was a knock on the door. Anthony opened the door and let in two young women. One of the strippers reminded me of a witch, probably because she had a hook nose and was tall and skinny; the other stripper was better looking but a bit overweight. Anthony introduced the thin one as Venus and the heavy one as Misty. They both looked and dressed like strippers—bright, florescent bodysuits, glitter, and tons of makeup.
He led them away to one of the back bedrooms so that they could change and get ready.
When they were out of sight, Kyle said, "Man, those girls are fugly; I thought we were going to get those girls from Brian's bachelor party."
