Author's note: This is the final chapter (so far) of my first effort at a longer story. I know it is flawed, because I did the editing myself and made many mistakes. I appreciate the constructive criticisms, as they will make me a better writer.
A wedding, a honeymoon, and a new life.
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One morning several months later, after we made love, showered, and had breakfast, Zelda told me that we should stay apart until our wedding, seven days later.
Although I thought this was a silly idea, I agreed. I loved her enough to do anything she asked of me. All the plans were made, and everything was in order for our ceremony, and reception on Saturday evening, so when Eddie called me on Thursday, telling me he was sending a car to pick me up for my bachelor party the next night, I wasn't surprised.
At 6PM, a long black limo pulled into my driveway, and when I got in, six of my old friends, Bud, Steve, Tony, Mike, Ralph, and Bobby, were sitting in the car, drinking champagne. They handed me a glass and toasted to my upcoming nuptials. Then Bobby asked me about the wedding and reception.
I told them about the venue, that strippers would be attending, and that it was 'clothing optional'. Ralph remarked that he wouldn't be able to bring his wife, and I told him to bring her because there would be male strippers there, and she would enjoy herself.
This caused everyone in the car to laugh, even George, the black limo driver. When we got to Big Eddie's, we were met at the door by Eddie himself. We were led to the nightclub in the rear, which was closed for our private party.
When we walked through the door, we were greeted by the amazing Ms. Bette Butts, who jumped up and gave me a toe curling kiss. All of my friends stood and stared, and I introduced the lovely lady to them. She gave every one of them all a similar kiss, grabbing each of their wrists and telling them, "Go ahead, squeeze my boobies!"
We spent the rest of the night drinking, talking, and being 'entertained' by a dozen beautiful young ladies, who were all nude for the rest of the night, after their first performance on stage.
By the time all of the ladies had performed their first 'dance', Bette came out and did her own routine. When she finished she stepped off of the stage, sat next to me, unzipped my pants and deep-throated my cock. She spent the rest of the evening sitting next to me, still nude, playing with my cock, but never allowing me to cum.
The rest of the evening was a blur of alcohol induced debauchery. When I woke up the next morning, in my bed nude, with Bette in bed with me, also nude, the first thing that went through my head was, 'Oh man, I really fucked up this time, Zelda's going to kill me.'
Just then Bette woke up, and seeing the panic on my face, said, "Don't worry sweetie, we didn't fuck last night. Zelda saw me and the boys bring you home last night, and came over to check on you. We are old friends from grade school in Syracuse. We stayed up most of the night talking about old times, and she talked me into this prank."
My head hurt so badly, I could barely open my eyes, so Bette got up and made me coffee. About a half hour, and three cups of coffee later, I was finally lucid, and my headache was easing up. It was then that I noticed that my companion had dressed, and that I had somehow put on boxers and a tee shirt.
The next thing I knew there was a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me, so I ate and felt much better. Just then, there was a horn honking outdoors, and the busty blonde kissed me on the cheek, and said, "See you tonight, sweetie," as she headed out the door.
I walked back into the bedroom, closed the blinds, set an alarm on my phone for 2PM, and crawled back in bed. I woke up about five till two, and turned off my phone's alarm. I noticed the battery was at 10%, so I plugged it in to charge before I climbed in the shower. After I finished showering, shaving and brushing my teeth, I dressed in my suit, and wore the bowtie from my tuxedo.
I made sure my suitcase and carryon with our tickets and travel reservations, were ready for the honeymoon. The plane for Orlando was leaving from BMI early tomorrow. Eddie was providing his office at the Kappa Kabana, with a round bed for our wedding night, and George's limo would pick us up for the trip to the airport.
About 5PM, I heard a horn outdoors, and peeked out the front window. There was a white stretched SUV parked in Zelda's driveway, and I saw Zelda, Shirley, and the other eight women from the neighborhood climb is with all of their accessories in tow.
A half hour later, George showed up with a similar vehicle, only black. When I climbed in with my bags, my five best friends and my four young 'helpers' from the project at the club were waiting for me, dressed in casual clothes, but all wearing bowties.
When we got to Kappa, Eddie met us at the door, and George took my bags, telling me he would take care of them for me. We were led into the dressing room at the rear of the stage, where Eddie said, OK guys, you all know what happens now, strip and leave on the bowties. The show starts in fifteen minutes."
Precisely fifteen minutes later, at exactly 7PM, there was a knock at the door. When we opened the door, the little redheaded stripper 'candidate' Jeff and I had seen being 'interviewed' was there, wearing only 4" white patent leather heels. She said, "Follow me gentlemen," and we did.
As we walked out onto the stage, I saw a large cross hanging from the curtain, and Ms. Bette Buttes was standing in the middle of the stage, wearing a white sash that hung off of her shoulders but not covering anything. A large ornate silver cross was nestled between her huge boobs hanging from a chain around her neck, and she was carrying a white bible.
When I looked at her strangely, she whispered in my ear, "Yes Joe, I'm the minister friend of Zelda's. My flock is filled with strippers, prostitutes, and pimps. Everyone needs the Lord."
