What Ind of Party Is It? Alternate Tae

What Kind of Party is It?

was a fine story written by Zeke81 and I urge you to read it first. (Special thanks to Zeke81 for the OK on this version of his original tale)

This Alternate is a take on what would have happened had John and Kelly not left a "private" party at a nightclub (whose activities they were unaware of)-- an event they were invited to by friends Lisa and Eric.

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"Please." Kelly who was John's wife begged.

"Okay...but you can't tell your husband John." Lisa her friend said.

Lisa leaned in, cupped her hands around Kelly's ear, and whispered. John watched Kelly's expression as Lisa whispered to her. John could tell that Kelly was shocked at first and then excited...very excited.

"Time's up. So what's it going to be Kelly?" John asked.

Kelly stood up and put her arms around John...she was smiling.

"John...I know you...I know that you're concerned that this party is supposed to wind up with me having sex with one of the dancers or something. Well you don't have to worry...that's not what happens at all. I won't be touching anyone...nobody will be touching me. You don't have to worry about anything like that." Kelly said.

"Well I'm very glad to hear that Kelly. You know me well enough to know what I was worried about, but I also know you Kelly. I know that you aren't telling me the whole story. Obviously there's more to what Lisa told you than what you're telling me...a lot more. From the look in your eyes I'd say that it's a whole lot more." John said.

A middle aged female with a name tag reading Rachael Beading MANAGER, walked up and interrupted us.

"Excuse me." She said smoothly. "I am the club manager Rachael Beading. Let us please take this over to the side room -as not to bother the other guests."

Kelly and John followed her to a private booth. We sat at a low table. Rachael beckoned a waiter to bring drinks. Rachael handed out drinks before she spoke.

"Sir I see you are uncomfortable with your wife being here. I am not at liberty to discuss what goes on until after the show starts. You are both free to leave at any time before the main entertainment begins. It is completely your decision, but I hope you both choose to stay."

I and Kelly finished our drinks as Rachael leaned forward and continued.

"However if you or your wife decide to remain after the show starts, the doors are locked until the entertainment finishes-barring some emergency. "

"Well I am not hanging around if I do not know what is going on." I demanded.

Rachael smoothed out her skirt and nodded.

"Many of the husbands and boyfriends feel that way out of concern for their ladies. I can only assure you that neither your wife-nor any of the ladies here will be touched in any way, nor will any lady be allowed to touch any man here that is not their husband or boyfriend. No male-female contact will be permitted with any of the employees here tonight."

Rachael sat back and gave Kelly and I a little smile. "But I can tell you that none of the male guests that choose to continue and attend the show have ever complained to me. Most return for future performances."

Kelly took my hands pleading. 'Pleease John, I would really like to see if what Lisa said is true-just do it for me."

"Fine." I grunted, throwing up my hands. "Kelly you better make damn sure this is worth it to you." I stared at her. "Last chance."

Kelly jumped up, throwing her arms around me. "Thanks so much! I cannot wait! I just know we're going to enjoy it!"

With that Rachael stood up. "Well now that that's settled please join the others at your leisure. The show is starting soon, so enjoy your evening." Rachael then walked off into a back room.

Kelly my wife looked around. 'Well it would be a waste to let this private booth go to waste."

Kelly dropped to her knees then quickly undid my belt and zipper. Pulling out my cock and jacking me to a hard rod in seconds. Next she inhaled my manhood, beginning to giving me a world class blowjob. While I am only average size Kelly deep throated me in a way that made my toes curl. As she bobbed up and down I could feel churning in my balls. I grabbed Kelly's head, holding her tight as I exploded in her mouth.

Kelly smiled up at me wiping her lips. She tucked me back in saying. "More to come tonight babe!"

I stood up as Kelly took my arm, but I felt a bit lightheaded. "Wow." I thought to myself. "Must have stood up too fast. I really should have eaten something, that last drink really packed a wallop."

Kelly and I walked into the main room where Lisa waved us over to the front row patting two empty seats next to her.

I seemed to have trouble with my balance. It felt good to sit down. I was really feeling out of sorts, even had trouble focusing. Kelly and Lisa chatted away while some guy gyrated on the stage in front of us.

After more of these acts, aided by increased yelling, and whooping by ladies in the crowd. Rachael the Manager now in a Tux walked on center stage. She started acting like some Master of Ceremonies.

"Now wasn't that GREAT!" Rachael yelled into the mic. "But let's get to the real reason we are all here! Who are the newbie's in the audience tonight?"

With that Rachael shielded her eyes from the stage spotlights, looking out into the crowd. Lisa and Kelly jumped up and down while pointing at me. Suddenly a spotlight blinded me. I could make out another spotlights picking out someone else in the crowd.

"OK ladies!" Rachael exclaimed." Who should we bring up stage to perform first?"

Lisa and Kelly had me off my chair, they were yelling. "Here here-here is your first performer!!"

Held up drunkly between Kelly and Lisa I thought. "Performer?-what the hell kind of party is this they need me as a performer?"

"Great! Bring up the lucky stud in the first row." Rachael crowed to the applause and catcalls from the crowd.

Kelly gave me a big kiss and hugged my neck whispering in my ear. "OH I am so excited! I can't wait to see this!" Looking into her eyes I saw --Lust-Fear-Excitement-All three?

Next thing I know I am sitting on a chair onstage facing the audience blinded by stage lights. Kelly is standing center stage next to Rachel answering questions.

"First time for you and your husband?" Rachael asked -Kelly nodded. "You both want it to happen?" Rachael continued, Kelly nodded again.

"Well he looks a little overdressed. Why don't you get him into his birthday suit-what do you say?" Kelly nodded, the crowd started yelling again. Rachael the Manager/MC looked offstage. "Boys give Kelly here a hand."

With that my wife Kelly started taking off my shoes, two of the male dancers Troy and another guy started undressing me on stage. The crowd was chanting. "Take it off!"

I tried to come out of my fog, fighting back. It was like moving in thick jello.

"Relax Dude." The male dancer Troy said as he removed my shirt. Kelly slipped off my pants and boxers as the other dancer lifted my hips. Troy continued matter of factly. "You might as well enjoy it, next time you get your turn."

Completely nude now I heard the crowd clapping and cheering. Two other men were on stage with video cameras.

"What you think?" Rachael exclaimed. "Should we make him a movie queen?"

With the crowd roaring another male dancer came on. Before stripping down he handed my wife Kelly a cheap blond wig. Kelly laughed as she put it on my head, than gave me a big kiss on my lips. "John I am so excited for your first time!' Kelly squealed with lust in her eyes before stepping back.

Meanwhile the male dancer was getting the crowd worked up gyrating and strutting. He moved over to me and started to rub his crotch into my face as I tried to push him away. Laughter broke out as he easily swatted away my hands, all the time rubbing his groin near my lips.

"You Son of Bitch!" I thought. "You stick that thing close enough to my mouth and I will bite it off!!"

Well my biting was not to be. After more of this teasing, whipping the crowd into frenzy Rachael handed my tormentor what looked a flexible O ring. In horror I recognized it from the time I took my young nephew to the dentist. It was a type of mouthpiece that keeps the mouth open and prevented the wearer from biting down.

I clamped my mouth down tight shaking my head. Troy pinched my nose shut while putting a hand to the side of my jaw. "Come on Dude I really don't want to hurt you." Troy said.

With a movement obviously well practiced Troy touched a nerve under my jawbone near my ear. My mouth popped open like jack in the box. With a dramatic flourish the naked dancer fitted the mouthpiece into my mouth. I sat nude, mouth three quarters open like a damn puppet!

I will spare you the gruesome details, but I was used by three performers in their "acts"-both singularly and together in ways and combinations I still shudder and have nightmares about. To my shame I ejaculated several times-but it wasn't from pleasure that's for sure. Just simple physical reaction of pressure on my prostrate. After that it got worse as male members of the audience where invited up on stage to participate -sharing in my first time "fun". The only saving grace was that the drugs that prevented me from fighting back -also deaden the pain of the assault. Unless you count the burning pain of my humiliation. Especially seeing my loving wife Kelly clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd. I do not know how long it lasted until the drugs drifted me off to unconsciousness.

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I woke up when the sunlight cut thru the crack in our bedroom curtains. A moment of panic hit me. I turned over and saw Kelly sleeping next to me. The sudden movements made me feel like I had been hit by a train. My body ached everywhere- back, jaw, nipples, my anus was on fire. Suddenly it all came back to me. I had a spasm of pain as I rushed to the bathroom and vomited until I had only dry heaves.

Kelly came into the bathroom wearing a short nightie. She started rubbing my back as I knelt over the toilet. I rolled away in horror as I remember last she had been with me.

"You OK Honey?" Kelly cooed. "It is almost noon. I had a hard time getting you up the stairs, into the shower, then bed last night." Then Kelly laughed. "Of course it was nowhere as hard as the hard time you had at the club last night. You were a real slut!"

I looked at Kelly like she had two heads as she continued. "I am so glad you decided to stay. The club manager gave us DVDs of all the action. There is even a website we can see all the video on. But they alterated the video on the website. Kinda hard to tell it's you. Well no matter I can't wait until next month's meeting. You won't be main attraction-but we will still have lots of fun." Kelly bent down to give me kiss with her arms wide open.

I shoved her away with all my strength. Kelly fell back into the shower stall, and gave me a puzzled look. I tried to speak and found my throat was raw. My voice came out in a low rasp even though I was trying to scream at her.

"YOU Traitor BITCH! Get the fuck away from me! Get outta this house! You are fucking crazy! When I get up I'm going to throw you out that window!"

Kelly's shocked eyes filled with tears. "What is wrong babe? You're the one who wanted to stay at the club. You can hardly deny enjoying it -I saw you cum over three times...so I know you liked it. Let's go back to bed. We can put on last night's DVDs --you do not know how hot it makes me seeing you like that!"

I pulled myself up by grabbing the towel rack. My coordination was still off but I staggered forward throwing a wild punch at Kelly.

Kelly screamed and ducked. I had never even raised my voice to her let alone hit her. I missed her falling onto the bathroom floor.

"Out Bitch Out!" I croaked trying to push myself up and grab at her at the same time.

Kelly yelped and rushed down the stairs. I heard the front door close, then her car drive away...

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Two weeks later I was in the dirty basement of an abandoned factory in the industrial part of town. A Portable light running off old 12 volt batteries lit up the small space. My laptop was in the room as well as several gallon jugs of water. My body still ached and my voice was raspy. The rawness in my throat had yet to go away. I had the pills in my pocket from the hospital with memories of the looks as the ER Docs poked, prodded, scraped and stabbed me to get samples for the rape kit as well as pictures. I had a card from the rape trauma center, as well as a police detective's card in my wallet. I did not give a statement --but said I might later. In front of me in this dingy space strapped naked to a table tilted head down 45 degrees was the Club Manager Rachel Breading. Rachael was blindfolded, she had a damp cloth over her face.

I had spent the time since getting out of the ER researching the net. Amazing what you can find --how to soup-up a tazer, ingredients for homemade chloroform, even the best place to buy a beat up van for cash (no questions asked)-and my favorite a lot of info on the much talked about "water boarding."

Rachael the Club Manager/MC on the night of my "fun", had been most cooperative after less than 30 seconds of water boarding. I guess it was true that water boarding was like drowning. Rachael had franticly given up everything she knew; spewing -dates, names, address, bank accounts, passwords-I had to slow her down, as my typing could not keep up with her flow of information.

"Please please no more!" Rachael pleaded thru the damp rag covering her blindfolded face. "Who are you? What do you want? I will tell you anything, give you anything! I do not have much money-but you can have it all! Please let me go! I have never hurt anyone-I am just a manager at a nightclub!"

"That depends on you Rachael." I rasped. "Now let's go over the webmaster your nightclub uses." I started to go over again the question I had on my checklist...

Hours later I stepped out of the empty factory basement into the night air. It was late, the place was deserted save some flickering light from a campfire in an empty lot. I walked over, a small group of homeless men, more like a bunch of hobos --were gathered around a burning trashcan. Pulling up the collar of my coat while pulling my hat down low I approached the men's camp...

Rachael's the Club Manager/MC blindfolded head turned as I led the group of men into the dirty basement. I had to breathe thru my mouth as the motley group stunk up the confined space.

Pulling out a fistful of twenty dollar bills, I handed one to each of the guys. "You know the deal, no rough stuff and you untie her when you're done." I said walking up the basement stairs as the guys began shedding their clothes surrounding the naked Rachael....

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That was a year and a half ago. Weeks after my "conversation" with her they found Rachael the Nightclub Manager/MC half naked wandering the streets downtown. She is now in a mental facility, her mind pretty much gone. I had finally given a statement of my night at the club to the police along with the DVDs. That info along with an unknown email sent to the police of passwords, contacts, address etc. had made for a tri-state wide raid of several clubs and homes. Lots of people you would not have thought got caught up in the sweep. However as the trials dragged on, the people with money and connections managed to get off lightly. Lisa, Eric and Kelly turned state's evidence for a much lesser sentence. Kelly my wife cried the entire time on the stand, Eric who was Lisa's husband was gray and deadpanned. Lisa acted like she enjoyed the whole ordeal.

Today I am sitting in a conference room at the jail. Across the table Kelly, Eric and Lisa are in prison jumpsuits with cuffs on. They had been brought from different correctional facilities for this little meeting. After the guards left, Eric was the first to talk.

"John -Jesus it was just a little fun that got out of hand..."

Kelly started crying and began. "John..I never meant to hurt you. It was only a fantasy I wanted to share with you.." She stopped speaking, breaking down in tears.

Lisa interrupted. "Oh shut up you two, stop the whining." Lisa looked at me. "We will be outta here in less than 9 months with good behavior. I already got an advance payment from a production company for a movie deal." Lisa smirked. "You on the other hand have been fucked over more than once and humiliated. That's not over yet, everywhere you go people are going to see your face and know what happened. You're divorced from Kelly, what woman would want you?-hell you cannot even go back to your old job." That was true I had been on medical leave since ever since the club night.

Lisa laughed. "You should have just let it go. Not made such a big deal." Lisa pointed at the lady sitting next to me. "How long do you think your girlfriend there is going to last after she seen how much you enjoyed taking cocks up the ass?"

I cleared my throat. "Where are my manners, Kelly, Lisa, Eric, this wonderful woman here is not my girlfriend." I gestured to the well-dressed female sitting next to me. "She is a federal lawyer with the US Attorney's Generals office."

The Federal attorney opened her briefcase and started to pull out some papers before she spoke."As you drove across state lines to go to and from the club and John was held against his will it is kidnapping -that makes this a federal case and involves the FBI. As drugs were involved it now concerns the DEA, the clubs liquor license interests the ATF, and money laundering brings in the IRS. Oh we found out about your second victim from the "performance" that night. He had a reaction to the drug cocktail at the nightclub and later died, that makes all involved accessory to murder. This case is a media dream-sex, drugs, money. I have a press conference today and am scheduled to be on CNN, followed by FOX. MSNBC, then an interview with the Times and Post. You are going to make me a very popular well known lady. Ever since I was in high school I wanted to be Governor of this state. And now you three are going to make my fantasy a reality."

"What do I care?" Lisa interrupted. "I made a deal, I'll serve the time. I am home by Christmas."

The Fed lady smiled. "Your deal is with the local DA, not the US Federal Government. But I will use your testemonity against you as well as against the others. We feel that local connections allowed a lot of your "friends" at the nightclub to slip thru the cracks. We at the Attorney General's Office will not be so kind or sloppy."

The Federal attorney passed some papers to the three jailbirds. "Oh about your movie deal, home and other property. That is being seized by the US Government under updated Homeland Security legislation enacted last session. Seems some of the money from the club made its way into organizations on the Terrorist watch list. As a key witness in this case John is entitled to a percentage of any assets seized. At this time Johns amount is at the million dollar mark and climbing."

"You cannot do that!" Both Eric and Kelly stuttered.

"We had a deal!" Lisa almost screamed across the table.

"Not with me." The lawyer replied. "No sweetheart deals this time. They will wheel me out of my retirement home to testify at you and your pal's parole hearings."

Kelly kept sobbing, Eric slumped back like he was shot, Lisa kept trying to stare daggers across the table.

The Federal attorney closed her briefcase before speaking again. "Also as a condition of his testifying John is being placed in the witness protection program. He is to be relocated. Lisa as you noted -Johns face has been splashed all over the media and internet-despite rules about the ID of sexual assault victims -so after the trial John gets plastic surgery along with a new identity. All on the dime of the Federal Government. The US Marshall's service will take good care of John."