“Oh, we’re not inviting her are we?”
“Yeah, she’s such a goody two shoes. And doesn’t drink.”
“Thinks she’s so much better than us.”
“Her husband never lets her out anyway.”
“And she’s angling for that promotion.”
“Girls, girls!” said Janet. “Stop it. I have three things to say, so listen up.”
The other five went silent and attentive.

“First. It’s my birthday party and I’ll invite whoever the fuck I choose.”

There were vaguely apologetic murmurs. It was mid-afternoon on Sunday, and the coffee shop was mostly deserted.

“Second. I recently spoke to Anika and told her a few home truths. She doesn’t mean to come across as so disapproving, it’s just her Indian upbringing. This job is the first time she’s socialised in years.”

More murmurs. A little ray of understanding, peeping through the clouds of prejudice.

“And third. Her husband has returned to India for a month. So let’s get that snotty bitch drunk, or better still, laid!”

A ragged cheer.

“And by the way, that promotion will be mine!”

Anika had had an arranged marriage in India. Her husband, Arul, brought her to England and started his own business. Like many of his countrymen, he had worked seven days a week, and eventually made a lot of money.

She, with superior language skills, had worked hard too. She did all the ordering and accounts, and occasionally helped out in the shop. After all, a woman’s role was to support her husband.

To the outside world they merely ran a traditional corner shop, open all hours. But the reality was ownership of a chain of nearly a dozen profitable shops, and a wholesale business. Which were all managed by Arul’s various male cousins. It had taken some years before she persuaded him to let her get this job. They were doing well now and she was not really needed in the shop.

So in their close-knit community, it was understood she was only working as a hobby, to broaden her horizons. Which was partly true. Anika worked in an office with six other females. But she was hoping to get the promotion to team leader. Arul told his cousins he had checked the set-up and she would not usually have to interact with male colleagues. In his culture, that might be unacceptable.

Chatting to Janet, about her impending birthday party, Anika had said her husband had returned to India, to look after his ailing mother. Another cousin would run the first shop while he was away for a month, and Anika would continue to do the books. She liked the idea of letting her hair down with the rest of the girls, but was concerned that her husband’s cousins might see her. Though most of her extended family did not drink, they had plenty of friends who did, and they would be quick to report back. Janet said she would make some arrangements and get back to her.

Back in the coffee shop the birthday party arrangements were being fine-tuned.

“So here’s the deal.” said Janet. “I’ve booked a private room at the Millfield Hotel.

“Whoa, expensive!” said Hazel.

“It is. But I have an old school friend who runs their bookings, and we’re getting a big discount. It’ll be for one Friday night only. You all have to chip in fifteen pounds, which covers all your drinks if you stick with red wine. She got several boxes on the cheap. Any other drinks, you’ll have to go down to the bar and pay the full price. There’ll be no room service.

I’m inviting half a dozen other mates, all girls, who will chip in the same as you. We get a fancy suite: one big room, with seating for up to twenty, no bed though, a bathroom, and a smaller anteroom where he strippers can change.”

“Strippers?” asked Carole.

“Yes. My husband’s brother is a stripper, and I’ve met his mates. They’re called Tricolour.”

“Oh wow! I’ve heard of them. Three different coloured men, and they do the full monty.”

“They do more than that. Once we’re all warmed up the blond guy, he’s my brother-in-law, shows his tackle. They give us time to get another round in, though we’ll have our red wine already in place. Then they dance again, and the shorter bronzed man gets his out. The third dance, the black guy shows us his. Finally, they circle the room, waving their dicks in front of our faces. Anyone who fancies copping a feel or a suck, can do so.”

“Is that legal?” queried Jenny.

“Not in a proper show it’s not, when they’re dancing on a public stage, but at a private function? How many of you have had sex in a hotel? That’s not illegal. They’d probably be reluctant to cum, as they prefer to keep their dicks semi-hard.”

“Except your blond brother-in-law, Janet.” said Wendy.

“His name is Andrew. I’ve heard this before about the other stuff he gets up to – but go on.”

“Well, a friend of mine booked Tricolour for a hen party. Not sure about the other two guys, but she said Andrew did a circuit of the room and got sucked off by all except one woman.”

“There’s always one!” said Janet.

“Right,” continued Wendy, “and when everyone had had a good gobble, he went back to one girl, did it again, and came in her mouth. She swallowed the lot! They say he always knows who will go for it. Apparently, he’s ready to shoot again in five minutes! The other two guys then do the same thing.”

“If we’re in our party dresses,” said Carole, “I imagine we’d all swallow. Don’t know about you ladies, but my old man gets pissed off when I come home with sperm stains down my dress!”

“My old man,” added Janet, “gets pissed off if I even mention Andrew’s job. He’s so jealous!”

They laughed.

“So, has anyone ever been fucked in one of these private shows? I mean properly.” asked Liv.

Janet explained. “I’ve never actually seen them perform, myself – my husband doesn’t approve. But the way I understand it, some girls have been fucked in front of everyone. But that won’t be happening this Friday. The guys will be stopping over in the hotel that night. And usually, you could make a private deal with one of them. But, sorry, not at my party.”

“You dirty bitch, Janet! Your birthday present is to fuck them, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah!” she replied, sarcastically. “You can just see me telling the old man we girls are having a birthday bash, then stopping out late and fucking the strippers! He’d have a heart attack, probably while beating the shit out of me. Christ, he doesn’t even know I’ve booked them, so his brother has agreed to keep quiet about it.”

“So why can’t we fuck them?”

“Because I’m planning on having one, or possibly all of them, fuck that pompous Anika! I plan to get her drunk and, better still, get some photos or movies of her playing away from home. Then she might be a bit easier to get along with in the office.”

“Anika, I’d love to invite you to my birthday bash, but I’m not sure it’ll be your sort of thing.”

“Oh please! I don’t want to be the only one who gets left out. I need to have a little fun while Arul is away. I may never get another chance.”

“It’s going to be a very raunchy party though. Will you drink red wine?”

“I have tried it before. Maybe one glass.”

“Maybe two?” Anika didn’t answer that.

“Tell me more about it. My main worry is getting out of the house and back again, without any of his cousins getting suspicious. If I can do that, I’m up for anything.”

“Surely your house isn’t watched 24/7 is it?”

“Oh no. but the neighbours will notice anything unusual, and could easily report back to the family.”

“How about this then? I come to your place Thursday night, toting a brand name carrier bag. Just a colleague, round for coffee. And I leave with your party dress and shoes in that same bag. Do you have a party dress? Something short? Sexy even?”

“Yes, but I haven’t worn it in ages.”

“OK. Next day, after we finish work, you come straight to mine for dinner. Harry eats out with his workmates on Fridays, and then goes to the dog track. We girls go to the hotel, have a few drinks, fun at the strip show, and you come back and spend the night at mine; we have a spare room.”

“No offence Janet, but will I be safe? If Arul were here, he would never let me stay at someone’s house. I mean, what if your husband wanders around in the night?”

‘God, this woman!’ she thought. ‘In her eyes, everyone in trousers is a rapist!’ “Don’t worry. Harry knows you’ll be staying over, and will behave himself. He can’t get it up after a few beers anyway. In fact he can’t get it up any time, these days!”

“All right.”

“Then you do some grocery shopping on the following Saturday morning, and go home with supermarket bags. Your dress can hidden away in one of them. Anyone watching will think they just didn’t notice you coming home on Friday, and are now seeing you returning from a Saturday shop.”

“Wow! You’ve really thought this through.”

“Well, you said you wanted to let your hair down with the girls. We all want that too. It’ll be a chance for you to mend some fences. You know, get a bit more popular.”

“I’d like that.”

“Then all the girls will see that you don’t think you’re better than us.”

“But I don’t think that!”

“Some of them believe you do.”

“But I haven’t even applied for that team leader job. Why do they think that?”

“Oh, you seem to be spending a lot of time in Mr Jackson’s office recently. It looks like you’re buttering him up.”

“He asked me to revise some of our work practises. I can’t say no. He’s the boss!”

“I understand. And usually there would be no reason why you shouldn’t try and better yourself, and go for that promotion. But you haven’t been with us very long, so it looks like you’re trying to jump the queue.”

There was no way Janet was going to allow anyone else get the team leader post. She had been there the longest and knew all the scams. Besides which, she’d stayed on late one night and given old Mr Jackson a blowjob.

She went on to explain to Arika the set-up with the private hotel room, and strippers, including the semi-public stroking and sucking.

“Do I have to do that too?”

“Do you want to be the only one who doesn’t?”

Anika thought about it.

“Look. If you don’t want to come to the party, everybody will understand. You have a much more restricted lifestyle than we do. But if you do come, one of the rules is no mobile phones. We all have to turn them off and leave them by the door. So you don’t have to worry about anyone using them to record anything.

We’ll be in a private room, with the door locked. And if you join in with the fun, you’ll only be doing the same as all the other girls. Your cousins will never find out. I don’t want my husband to know what goes on during a girls’ night out any more than you do. And most of our group are married, so they want to be as discreet as possible.”

“I’d like to come then.”

‘And, if things go according to plan, you won’t be the only one to come!’ thought Janet.

Friday night arrived at last. Anika’s dress and shoes had been wrapped up when Janet had put them in the spare bedroom, so she hadn’t seen them. Now, as she emerged from the spare bedroom, Janet saw her outfit for the first time. It was silver and knee-length, with a much deeper plunge at the neckline than Janet had expected.

“Nice! I was expecting something a little more modest.”

“Oh, Indian husbands don’t mind their wives looking glamorous, when they accompany them to functions for example. It’s kind of ‘Look, but don’t touch - she’s mine’ I’ve never worn this without Arul before.”

“It’s beautiful. Just one thing wrong. On a girls’ night out like this, we don’t wear bras. Of course, some of the married ones have to sneak into the toilets and remove them in when they get there – but you and I don’t need to.”

“Oh, I didn’t realise.”

Anika went back into her room.

“While you’re in there... “ shouted Janet, “take your panties off. We don’t wear them either!”

There was a long pause.

“OK.”

At the Millfield, most of the party hurried to the suite as soon as possible, not wanting to be spotted in the public areas. And many did indeed visit the bathroom on arrival, to discard their underwear. The suite was as Janet described. The main room had seating in three sections, two rows facing each other and one in front of the window, facing the door. The heavy curtains were closed. In the corners of the U shape were two tables, each with a box containing twelve bottles of red. Not great quality wines but who cared? Janet opened the first dozen and poured a couple into the large decanters on each table.

She and Hazel sat facing the door, with Anika between them. For the second time, Janet checked her handbag and confirmed her two secret weapons were in there. The first was a small bottle of vodka, a generous portion of which now found its way into Anika’s first glass of red. Anika excused herself briefly and went to the bathroom, and Hazel leaned to Janet.

“Those silver shoes are definitely Jimmy Choo’s. And the dress is Christian Dior if I’m not mistaken.”

“She’d better not spill any red on it then.”

“Or anything white!” countered Hazel. They had to suppress giggles as Anika returned.

By nine o’clock, the women were at various stages of drunkenness. The strippers had entered the anteroom from the corridor, and were about ready. Anika still had nearly half a glass of her second wine left, and Janet insisted she knock it back and handed her another spiked one. The vodka from her handbag was now gone, but her second weapon was ready for action.

As a prelude to their male entertainment, all the ladies agreed to confirm they were not wearing underwear. With many shrieks of laughter, and more than a little staggering, they exposed their breasts. There were large, medium, small, and two which were hardly there at all. Those who could, jiggled theirs about provocatively, most of the nipples were already hardening in anticipation.

They were all in dresses, so displaying their pubic mounds was easy. Revealed was a pubic hair assortment of lots, some, trimmed, and none. Most of the women who had shaved were single. About half were totally naked under their dresses, and half were wearing hold up stockings. Anika, looking glassy-eyed, glanced at Janet, and eventually followed suit.

As she lifted the silver dress, Janet surreptitiously removed her tiny movie camera. She was glad it filmed in colour; this Indian woman was truly beautiful. Her naked lower body was a gorgeous milky coffee colour. She was nowhere near black, and had very little pubic hair. And no tan lines of course.

The music started and the show began. In the first dance, the guys kept most of their clothes on, and in the second, they got down to their leather thongs. Dances three, four and five went as predicted; the women getting louder and coarser, as each man did an individual full monty. Though at this stage, they kept a ‘safe’ distance from their audience. Hazel leaned across Anika and muttered to Janet.

“Is it just your brother-in-law, or does that size of tackle run in their family?”

“Sadly only Andrew as far as I know. Most of my old man’s size seems to have drifted to his belly.”

“Yeah, mine too!”

Anika drunkenly laughed along with them.

The tall blond and the tanned bodybuilder were well hung and similarly sized. But the black guy going last was, as expected, enormous.

The Hot Chocolate song ‘I believe in miracles’ came on, and it was Andrew’s cue to work his way down a line of excited women. Egging each other on, they grabbed and stroked his dick. The first woman in line only kissed the end of it. But the rest tried to be more outrageous than the girl before. As he got to the end of the first row, the last woman sucked him properly, taking in the whole length. It was difficult to say whether the lyric ‘You sexy thing’ referred to her or him.

Only Janet and Andrew knew what would happen next, Instead of proceeding along the back row he returned to the door and started on the opposite side. The first woman put her arms round him and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him into her mouth. Her nose managed to go all the way to his belly. Everyone cheered while the woman next to her got her huge tits out, pushing them together. The one after her was hitching her dress up.

The last one sitting against the wall was Carole from their office. Her dress was right up round her waist and her pussy and arse were right over the edge of her seat. She was clearly hoping for a proper fuck. Andrew stayed on his feet, so she cupped his balls with one hand, gripped the base of his dick with the other. As she sucked his dick into her mouth, she hauled him in close. Then wrapped both legs round one of his and forced his knee into her glistening vagina, humping him like a dog.

There were wild screams from the other wall, as her cheeks sucked in. All the first ladies to get a close-up were now wishing they’d gone further. Suddenly, Carole started wanking him furiously, clearly trying to make him cum. But he seemed prepared for this, backed away and swung round to face the last three. Hazel was next.

Janet stood up.

“Sorry girls, but we’re related. I’ll service the last two!”

Some groaned but most of them understood. Anika glanced at Janet, then turned away from her, staring hypnotised, at the approaching wet penis. Janet crouched at the end of the row, and pointed the camera. Hazel grabbed the swinging dick and set about it with relish, one hand slipped between his legs and she pushed a finger into his arse. Andrew spoke for the first time.

“Careful miss. I’m nearly there!”

He only allowed her thirty seconds or so, and moved on to Anika. She didn’t seem to notice that the whole room had gone a lot less noisy.

The moment she took his dick in her mouth, he spoke for the second time.

“God, you’re beautiful!”

He reached out and stroked the side of her face. Anika turned out to be no slouch at oral sex. Once she got over her initial embarrassment, she sucked him in as expertly as any of the others. One hand squeezed his balls and she also got the whole length into her throat.

“I’m going to cum.” he announced quietly. “Keep the sperm in your mouth so the others can see it.”

She looked up and him and contrived to nod, as he thrust three more strokes between her lips, and stopped. The office girls, and some of the others, had left their seats and were gathered around to watch the action. They were all holding their breath. Even Janet, though she was crouched in amongst the crowd, still filming.

“Close your eyes beautiful.”

She did, and Janet leaned right over her face for a close-up. There was a communal ‘Aah!’ as Andrew’s balls flexed and his penis throbbed violently. The only sound in the room was Anika breathing loudly through her nose. She gulped once to make some more room, and a thin grey trickle ran from one side of her mouth. Then she leaned back and opened her mouth.

There were more gasps from those who had seen the mighty gulp she’d already been forced to make. Yet it looked as if there was still half a pint of semen in there. Anika wriggled her tongue through it before swallowing. She lifted a finger to the cum on her chin and slid it up into her mouth, just like a professional porn star. Making sure she drank every last drop, and keeping her expensive dress unsoiled. Then, she opened her eyes and smiled. Andrew looked smug. Janet quietly tucked the camera away. Anika literally looked like the cat that got the cream.