Chapter 11: Bachelor Party

Our work colleague George is getting married, and we contribute to the bachelor party with our house and a lot more.

The week following the poker game, our life continued with the ‘abnormal normality’ with which it had been developing lately: Matthew slept with Mary while I slept on the couch, from where I had to endure every night watching him fuck her, after she asked him to fuck her as if she ardently desired him, just as Matthew had demanded.

When he got home, Matthew would order Mary to undress, and after the filming of the movie, he would ask her to try some of the positions she had practised in the film.

In the office, Matthew continued to have meetings with clients, sometimes accompanied by Mary, who remained his official mentor. As on previous occasions, Matthew took credit for sales and commissions that were really Mary’s responsibility. Fortunately, since they were clients in town or acquaintances of Mary’s, he did not force her into any sexual acts with them.

On the other hand, Mary occasionally chatted with Kevin, and besides, I knew that Matthew arranged their Wednesday dates for them to meet at our house and fuck in the bedroom.

Clearly, Matthew took the credit for the relationship, and naive Kevin was hugely grateful to Matthew for helping the relationship and for ‘covering’ for them so they could get together. If only he had known that Matthew was handling him like a puppet.

Besides Kevin, Matthew had an uncanny ability to make friends. Like some kind of hypnotist, he had been making friends with everyone in the office. His youthful, attractive, sporty, and seemingly innocent appearance captivated everyone. As with us, he acted hypocritically, flattered them, and lied shamelessly to manipulate people. He was not looking for friends but for advantages.

His success was helped in no small part by the fact that he didn’t have to worry about selling, as he took a share of Mary’s sales, which left him free time to chat and have coffees with colleagues. On top of that, since he lived in our house and had no living or food expenses, he was able to be generous and invite colleagues over all the time.

More than once, I was exasperated that, in addition to continually fucking and humiliating Mary and taking advantage of us at home, he was also improving his situation in the office at our expense.

That week I saw him talking more than once to George, our salesman colleague, who had announced his wedding during the company party, as well as chatting with other colleagues.

One evening, on arriving home, Matthew told us what he had been talking about: “George is getting married next weekend, and I have suggested to other colleagues that I could take charge of organising the bachelor party next Friday.”

“Well,” I replied, “whatever you prefer.”

“I couldn’t tell them that the decision about your house was mine, so I told them that I would talk to you to convince you to celebrate in this house and save the hotel. So we will celebrate here, in the semi-basement. Tomorrow, I will tell them that I have been able to convince you. This week, you can buy drinks and food. I’ll tell them that I have advanced the money, and so I get a commission for the ‘trouble’.”

I looked at him and couldn’t help but say, ‘You’re a petty miser and a stingy person. You keep taking advantage of us all the time. Don’t you have enough to do with abusing Mary?”

Matthew replied with his cynical smirk, “Don’t get mad; you haven’t heard the best part yet. As a good bachelor party, it has to have a stripper. And I thought it should be Mary.”

“What!” Mary and I exclaimed almost simultaneously.

Mary continued, “How can you come up with such nonsense? How do you think I can show up in front of my colleagues and do a strip tease? They’ll recognise me, and it’ll be like you posted the videos; forget it!”

Matthew insisted, “But you can dress up like Molly, with dye and contacts in the eyes. Like you did with me.”

“But you didn’t know me. They would recognise me by face, by voice, and possibly by body or hands.”

“What if you put on a mask, like for the film, and don’t talk?”

“It will look weird, and besides, they can recognise me by my body,” Mary argued.

“I’ve heard there’s body make-up. You can make yourself look like you have a different skin colour. If you also put on some drawings that look like tattoos, they won’t recognise you.”

Mary suddenly thought of Kevin. He had seen her naked and might recognise her from some details of her body as well as her piercings. She said in alarm to Matthew, “So, what about Kevin? He might recognise me if he sees me naked.”

Matthew replied, “Kevin told me he wouldn’t be able to attend. He is travelling with his parents for the weekend to see his grandmother, who has to be hospitalized. It looks like she’s in very serious condition, and they don’t know if she’s going to survive. I think it’s a heart attack.”

“In any case, I’m not going to do a strip tease in front of my colleagues. It would be humiliating; how could I look at them on Monday?”

“Well, this weekend you’ve blown five men, and you’ve been fucked in the ass or pussy by all of them. And you’ve made a film that the whole world will now be watching of you cumming like a bitch in heat.”

“Don’t remind me of what you make me do. But they weren’t my co-workers—the ones I’m with every day. And in the film, no one will recognise me.”

Matthew got pissed off; sometimes he was like a spoiled child, unable to stand it when things didn’t go his way, and he became threatening, “I’m giving you 24 hours, until tomorrow, to think about it. If you don’t accept, I’ll start sending the videos to your co-workers and acquaintances, and to the police, the videos that could land you in jail.”

Mary and I looked at each other in despair. Matthew was demanding too much, but, unfortunately, he had all the aces up his sleeve, and he could extort us without us being able to defend ourselves.

Matthew added angrily, turning to Mary, “And you? What are you doing that you haven’t stripped off and started blowing me yet? Strip right now and come suck me off! I need to let off some steam, and you, Cucky, get dinner ready and get the house ready.”

Mary undressed and knelt in front of Matthew. She took his cock in her mouth, and Matthew grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her face brutally, shoving his cock deep down her throat and causing her, despite Mary’s practice, to gag and retch. Fortunately, after a few minutes of thrusting his cock in and out hard, causing saliva to drip from Mary’s mouth and soaking her chin and breasts, Matthew came and she was able to rest.

When we had a few minutes to talk alone, I asked Mary, “How are you? He was really angry. He’s a dangerous son of a bitch.”

“Yes, he doesn’t like it when we contradict him. Don’t worry, I’m fine now. What worries me is his insistence that I play the stripper.”

“Whatever you decide, I’ll support you. You’re the one who’s always taking the hardest part, enduring being fucked every day by Matthew and his friends or whoever he chooses. So if you can’t take it anymore, let me know. We’ll face jail and scandal together,” I said, hugging her.

‘I don’t like the idea of being a stripper in front of my colleagues, but going to jail would be worse. If I disguise myself heavily, they might not recognise me. It’s a choice between possible shame if I’m caught and certain shame and jail if I don’t do it. But still, I find it hard to decide.”

“Well, think about it and tell me what you have chosen.”

The next day, Mary told us over breakfast that she would agree to be a stripper at the party, which made Matthew very happy. Matthew announced in the office to George and his friends that we would be having the party at our house, which Mary and I had agreed to. He said that Mary would spend the night with a friend, and we would only be men, so we would have more ‘freedom’.

For the rest of the days, Mary went shopping at the end of the day for clothes and accessories to wear during the strip tease. I had to go shopping for drinks and food for the attendees.

When Friday afternoon arrived, we set everything up in the living room in the semi-basement. There was plenty of room, we didn’t disturb the neighbours with noise, and there was a bathroom next to the room where Matthew theoretically slept in our house. We also had a stereo and a TV.

Mary had bought a full-body make-up, which she applied, and it gave her skin a very tanned tone. In addition, she had bought a wig with very black, straight hair, different in colour from her own, which was more curly and blonde, and put in contact lenses that gave her eyes a brownish colour. Long false eyelashes completed the look. When she finished, she looked like someone else. She could be a woman of Arab ethnicity from the Middle East or North African area. She put some kohl on her eyes, painted her fingernails and toenails black, and painted patterns on her neck, hands, and feet that looked like ethnic tattoos from that part of the world, while at the same time concealing details of her physique.

At the end, as had happened to me when we played at meeting in a hotel as strangers, unless you stared at her, she was unrecognisable. I assured her that, if she added a mask and didn’t speak, there was no risk of her being recognised.

Mary kept the piercings, which no one had seen in the office, so they also added to her disguise, as well as adding to the attraction during the strip tease. She said that, to match the M of the rings she wore on her nipples and clitoris, her name would be Mariam.

As a disguise, she had prepared a series of veils and tunics that gave her a princess-like appearance from the book ‘A Thousand and One Nights’ and that would allow her strip tease to be a sort of version of the famous ‘Dance of the Seven Veils’. Gold bracelets around her wrists and ankles completed her outfit and gave an exotic look to her appearance.

To cover her face, instead of a mask, she thought that a headscarf and a scarf under her eyes, forming a kind of hijab, would cover her face completely, leaving only her eyes uncovered. These silk scarves reinforced the Arab air of her disguise and would be the only thing she would keep at the end of her strip tease, thus keeping her identity hidden.

As the time approached for the guests to be summoned, Mary went to our bedroom, waiting for Matthew to signal her.

George arrived first, and after him, the rest of the guests arrived; there were 7 of them, so there were 10 men in total.

Everyone started drinking and making the usual jokes and comments about the loss of freedom, about the big mistake George was making by getting married, about how little sex he would have from now on, or that his wife would now be in charge of the house.

George stoically endured the taunts and defended that he was delighted, that she was the woman of his life, that he would have more sex than before, and that they were envious.

Besides me, only one other attendee was married, and both of us were also the butt of jokes and questions about our married sex lives. When I was asked if I was indeed having little sex now that I was married, to cut the conversation short, I replied, “The usual.”

But Matthew, as before, took the opportunity to mock me with double entendres: “Well, he doesn’t say anything because he’s too shy. But I can tell you that every night you can hear his double bed creaking and Mary moaning.”

Evidently, everyone understood that Mary and I made love daily, and only I knew that the phrase referred to the sound of Matthew fucking my wife every night in my own bed. They all laughed and commented, “Charles, what a tiger!” “Turns out we have a stallion here.” “And we didn’t know it.” “He looked so serious...”

The other married colleague commented, “What luck! We hardly do anything anymore. But whenever I get a chance, I take it. Recently, on a business trip, I met a stunning blonde. And we spent several fantastic nights together. I’m looking forward to visiting clients in that city again.”

Gradually, everyone got drunker and drunker, and the comments and anecdotes became more and more explicit and sexual. When Matthew felt it was time, he announced, “Okay, and now, what you’re all waiting for: the stripper. Just a moment, I’ll go up and get her.”

Matthew went upstairs and came right back. He stopped at the entrance to the room and announced, “Please, welcome Mariam, our stripper straight from the desert sands!”

After saying these words, he turned away from the door, and through it, Mary entered, insinuatingly swaying her hips. Only her eyes were visible, auburn in colour thanks to contact lenses, highlighted by khol and make-up, giving her eyes an almond shape and an appearance as if she really did originate from that part of the world.

The slightly transparent silk scarves that she wore on her face and all over her body swayed as she walked, sometimes hinting at her feminine and sensual silhouette.

Everyone started clapping, whistling, and cheering like crazy.

They started talking and questioning Mary, but she ignored them and didn’t say a word. They asked Matthew if she knew our language, and he replied, “Yes, she speaks our language, so be careful what you say; she will understand. But today she is hoarse; she has a sore throat.”

Then he added mockingly, “As far as I am aware, she swallowed such a huge cock this weekend that it’s affected her. Right Mariam?”

Mary looked at him, I’m sure, indignantly, while the rest burst out laughing.

Mary walked slowly over to the music player, plugged in a USB drive, and activated it to play. Sensual music, with Middle Eastern overtones, began to play.

Mary began to dance, moving her body suggestively, especially her hips. At first, I think she was withdrawn and confused about having to do a strip tease in front of her colleagues, but gradually she gained confidence.

Little by little, she began to move around the room with more fluency, gyrating and undulating her body to the rhythm of the music. After a while, she picked up a scarf and pulled on it until it came loose. She played with the scarf a little and then dropped it.

She went on like this slowly, dropping scarves and playing with them, until she had only a kind of bikini and the scarves on her head, which showed her black hair, and on her face, which only showed her eyes.

Seeing her almost naked, I could see the effect of the full-body make-up. Her skin looked very tanned, and she looked like another woman. The tattoos and gold bracelets on her ankles and wrists attracted attention with their tinkling and glitter and also contributed to her disguise. Between the amount of alcohol ingested and the magnificent disguise, I think we could rest easy about the danger of anyone recognising her. Mary reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the bra she was wearing, which was gold and embroidered to match the bottom of the outfit. She dropped the straps and held the bra cups to prevent them from falling, teasing the audience, who watched and cheered enthusiastically. After a few seconds to build up the anticipation, she dropped the bra, eliciting applause and whistles from everyone.

When they saw the nipple rings, there were many appreciative and excited comments.

Mary then slowly removed the last remaining piece of clothing, digging her thumbs into the waistband of the piece of clothing and pushing down slowly. Again, the move was met with applause.

She had done very well indeed, with sensual movements that were very arousing, insinuatingly moving her beautiful body as she became totally naked. Of course, my cock was trying to get erect and was painfully tight inside the cock cage, and my testicles were aching as the ring pulled on them. I imagined that everyone must have had an erection, and indeed, a tent was showing in some of the trousers.

Mary bowed and headed for the door, but Matthew then said, “Fantastic, isn’t she? She’s got a body that makes you want to throw her on the floor and fuck her endlessly. But don’t worry, it’s not over.” Mary stopped and looked at him. I could see the surprise in her eyes. I was surprised too; Mary was supposed to have committed only to a strip tease.

Matthew continued, “Now, Mariam will do a lap dance on each of our thighs. And besides, I’ve convinced Mariam to make it a ‘full’ lap dance. She won’t enforce the ‘No touching’ rule of some clubs; you can touch as much as you want.”

Mary shook her head firmly and continued on her way to the door of the room. Then Matthew said, “It looks like the dancer needs to rest. Don’t worry, she’ll be back in five minutes.”

And then he added, clearly addressing Mary, “And if she takes longer than 5 minutes, so you don’t get bored, I can show you some of the videos I’ve got of Mariam. I have one where she gets fucked by six guys in a row, and another where she fucks three men at the same time, with a cock in each hole.”

I froze when I heard that. Although it was a form of diversion for the partygoers, Matthew was clearly threatening Mary and me with showing the videos to our co-workers.