“She is such a ... a ... a BITCH!” a woman’s voice cried out. Luckily, the noise in the club was too much for anyone but the other four girls in the private booth to hear her complain.

Five young and lovely ladies, each dressed in a dress designed to show off their best attributes. And all wearing an identical sash proclaiming them all to be a part of the “BRIDESMAID BRIGADE”. Molly, the first girl, threw her arms in the air, trying to make her point.

“Oh, god, yesh! A heinous bitch, indeed,” slurred out Maisha, another of the Bridesmaid Brigade, who’d had a bit too much to drink. But the others all called out their agreement, anyway.

Well, all but a third girl, Sandra. Instead she stared at the others until they all turned to face her. Sandra took a long swig from her wine glass, draining it, before smiling wildly. “At that, ladies, is why I decided to do something about that stick up her ass.”

As the others leaned in close, Maisha whispered ... well, hissed quite loudly, but she tried. “What did? What did you do?”

Sandra shrugged. “Well, tomorrow is what? What’s the date?”

Maisha looked at her bare wrist, where a watch failed to be. “It’s shhhhh ... April Firsht!”

“So,” Sandra continued, “I just set up a simple April Fool’s prank...” and she signaled for another round to the waiter.

As Grace exited the car, she exhibited none of her namesake. Instead, her wobbly legs betrayed her, and she stumbled. Almost falling into the grass by her apartment.

“Here, Miss. Let me make sure you get inside safely.”

A strong arm carefully reached around her petite frame, helping the young blonde stand up steadily. And then he slowly helped her walk to the base of the narrow stairs up to her place.

“Thank you ... uh?” Grace turned to look at the man, his dark skin contrasted by the white polo and tan slacks he was wearing. It took her half a moment to recognize him as the driver of the car her friends had hired, who had jumped out and opened her door for her before she’d even unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Romeo, Miss,” he said. And gave a small two-finger salute from his temple. “Romeo Valentino, at your service.”

“Then, thank you. Romeo,” Grace smiled, and turned back to the stairs. “But I think I can take it from here.”

She took a couple confident steps up the exterior stairs ... but on the third her high heeled feet started to give out on her almost immediately. Grace winced, fearing the tumble back down.

And then realized she wasn’t falling.

Instead, Romeo had reached out his large hand and stopped her from falling.

Which, Grace knew, was a good thing. A great thing, even. It was just ... he did it by grabbing her right asscheek, and even through the many glasses of wine she’d drunk that evening, some strange man touching her there felt wrong.

His deep voice once interrupted her thoughts. “Miss, your friends paid me to make sure you were in your home, safe and sound. Let me escort you in, and see you don’t fall or anything.”

Without giving Grace the chance to talk, his left hand took hers, and he started to walk her up the seventeen steps to the second floor. “Careful Miss. One step at a time, and we’ll get into your cozy little home, all snug and warm.”

Grace giggled. She already felt nice and cozy. Romeo was warm, pressed against her side as he kept her upright. And the thin dress she wore, though perfect for the evening out in the club, was a trifle chilly in the late night air.

Perhaps, if she hadn’t been so focused on taking the steps one by one, she would have realized that Romeo’s hand was still cupped around her tight little ass the entire time they climbed the stairs...

Peals of laughter rolled out as the ladies realized what Sandra had said.

“Wait,” said Dana, the fourth member of the Bridesmaid Brigade. “Let me get this straight. You,” and she jabbed her finger at Sandra. “You found the fucking stripper that Grace had vetoed earlier and ... and...” Dana broke down into giggles and couldn’t go on.

“That’s right,” laughed Sandra. “I paid him to take the bitch back to her place, and ... well ... do to her whatever twenty dollars would buy.”

“Forty dollars, actually.”

As one the four girls turned to look at their fifth member, Bernadette, sitting directly across from Sandra.

“What?” Bernadette asked innocently. “I heard what Sandra asked, and slipped him another twenty.” Her innocent mask slipped as she flashed a devilish smile. “Twice the pay, twice the prank, right?”

As Grace stood in front of her door, she fumbled in her small purse. The keys eluding her no matter how few things were in there.

“Allow me, Miss,” Romeo said, and Grace held up the bag for him to take.

Instead, though, Romeo shifted from being at her side to standing directly behind her, his large muscular body flush against her back. His arms reached around either side of her, almost enveloping Grace in his warmth, and gently took the bag from her hands.

“Let me see,” his voice rumbled against her ear, and Grace found herself breathing a bit deeper. “No, no, no...” he said as he quickly flicked through her ID and other cards. “Huh...” he finally said, puzzled.”

A worried Grace twisted around in his grasp, facing him. “What? Did I lose my keys?”

“No,” Romeo stated. “Found those, Miss.” He reached behind her, and unlocked her door, his broad chest rubbing against Grace’s sensitive one as he did so. “It’s just...”

“Just what?” Grace quickly asked.

Romeo just stepped back, and gestured for Grace to proceed him into the apartment.

She did so, subtly crossing her arms over her chest when she realized her nipples were sticking out of the dress’s thin material like bullets. Just the cold outside, she lied to herself.

As she crossed the tiny studio to her bed, pushed against the far wall, Grace heard Romeo close and lock the door behind them. “You were saying?” she asked, before sitting on the edge of her bed to take off her shoes.

Romeo dropped her purse on the rickety chair by the small table, the table itself covered with the few things left she was still packing up.

Romeo looked around at the mostly bare space. “Saying, Miss?”

Grace rolled her eyes, and went back to struggling with the strappy bits from her heels that didn’t want to unwrap her legs. “It’s Grace, Romeo. Just Grace.”

Romeo, seeing her trouble, knelt down in front of her and began to gently undo the straps that she had somehow tangled up. “Well ... Grace...” Grace felt a chill race up and down her spine as his deep voice growled out her name. “I had just been puzzled.”

Her left shoe was now off, and Romeo turned his attention to her other leg ... SHOE! Her other shoe, she corrected herself. “P-puzzled about what?” Grace managed to get out.

“It’s just, Grace, a beautiful young lady like you? Going to a club dressed like this?” And he ran a finger up her bare leg. Grace trembled, telling herself that it was simply innocent gesturing. “Well, I was just confused why there weren’t any condoms in your clutch?”

“C-condoms???” Grace yelped. She knew her voice was high pitched, and loud enough the neighbors could hear her, so she hissed it out again, much quieter. “Condoms? Why would I need condoms?” She grabbed the pure white sash, wrapped over her left shoulder and running down to her right hip, and gestured to the large pink embroidery on it: BRIDE

Romeo shrugged, his one hand tracing little circles on the inside of her bare left thigh, while he worked the second strappy high heel off her right foot. “Not my place to judge, Grace. I’ve seen a lot of brides that want one last hurrah before they tie the knot.”

“What???” Grace yelped again, and quickly slammed her hands over her mouth. “I’ve never...” she removed her hands and hissed again, “I’ve never had ... ANY ‘hurrahs’. I’m a...” Grace glanced around the room, her head swimming a bit from the fast movement, seeing if there was anyone who could overhear her. “I’m a virgin.”

Both shoes off, Romeo let his other hand come to rest on the inside of her right thigh. “Really...?” he asked, disbelief dripping from his voice. “Pardon my language, Grace. But you are, quite literally, THE most fuckable woman I’ve ever met!”

“Well,” Molly drawled out, “I guess that forty dollars is nice and all. But you know what makes an even better prank?”

The other members of the Bridesmaid Brigade leaned in, Molly’s grin growing wider and wider.

“Another forty on top, and...” her grin grew a hard edge on it, “The promise to give that bitch a really nice ... kiss.”

The others went still and silent, their own grins gaining that same edge.

Well, save for Maisha, who stole Molly’s drink, and took a loud slurping sip from it. “I don’ uh, I don’t gettit? Whas a kiss gonna do?”

“F-f-f-fuh ... fuckable?” a shocked Grace stammered. “M-m-meee???”

Romeo nodded. “That’s right, Grace. Didn’t you see the people in the club? All the men kept glancing at you, and then becoming disappointed when they saw you’re getting married ... when, exactly?”

Grace, her befuddled mind trying to think back through the blur of the nightclub, automatically answered, “Day after tomorrow.”

“So soon? And no condoms, just in case your future husband happened to show up?”

Grace shook her head, thoughts still filled with the hordes of men in the club, and her brain trying to deny that there were lustful looks at her and her Bridesmaid Brigade. “He’s staying away until the wedding. We don’t want to take the chance on Junior being conceived too early...”

Romeo applied a little more pressure to her thighs as the circles he was rubbing moved higher. “Junior?”

Grace nodded, her breathing becoming shallower and quicker. “We-we planned the wedding around my-my cycle.”

“So, you’re going to be fertile on your wedding night?”

Grace absently noted her legs were spread almost completely open. “Yes! Uh, I mean, it starts tonight, so I’m at my most fertile right now, but it’s a window, so I’ll still be fertile on Saturday, and that’s when we’ll try, but-”.

Her breathless rambling was cut off by Romeo. “Well, then, Miss Grace, I guess that explains why you’re so very fuckable tonight.”

“Wh-whazzz?” Grace tried to ask, but Romeo’s thumbs were brushing against the side edges of the crotch of her thin silk panties, the skin he was touching a place no man had ever touched before, and Grace had quite forgotten how to make a complete sentence.

“It’s simple. When you’re fertile, your body’s making hormones and things like that, ramping up your libido. It’s preparing you to get your brains fucked out.”

“Ohhhhhhh...” Grace shuddered as she felt the very tips of his thumbs slide the barest fraction of an inch under the edges of her panties.

“I thi-eeeee-nk it’s time for you to go-ohhhhhhhh!!!!” That was a bit more than a fraction. His fingers had just caressed the edges of her pouty (and oh so wet, why were they so wet) pussy lips.

But at his words his hands slid back. “Go? Of course.” Grace let out a sigh of relief. “But ... before I go, may I give the bride a kiss for good luck?”

Grace’s mind whirled, the alcohol AND the horniness making it hard to think. But a simple kiss seemed okay. “That sounds f-fine. A kiss sounds-ssound-so-so-so-sssss ... Oh my god! What are you doing????”

Romeo was kissing her. First her left thigh. Then the right. Higher and higher...

But he just looked up at her and smiled. A very ... hungry ... smile. “Just giving you that special kiss.”

And then his face was down. And his tongue was there, licking her panties. Licking HER through her panties. Her little virgin pussy was being ... being...

YESSSS! Her brain cried.

“N-n-nnnnnnnn-oooooh...” Grace gasped, with her last shred of willpower. “S-s-stop! Please!”

Romeo immediately pulled back. “I’m sorry. I should have realized.” And he helped her stand up.

After a few more rounds of innuendo slipped completely over Maisha’s head, Molly finally bent over and whispered exactly what she’d paid for.

Maisha burst out into peals of laughter. Almost falling off the chair—

Wait. No. There she went, onto the floor. The other four just shook their heads and went back to talking.

Dana sighed, and took a more delicate sip from the very large, very pink, and very umbrella-laden cup in front of her. “So, I’m not mathing the total right now. But I may have slipped him another fifty bucks.”

“One shthirthty!” Maisha called out from under the table.

“Ssssure...” Molly shrugged and looked at the others.

Bernadette leaned forward. “Whatever you paid ... What. Did. You. Ask. For?”

Dana put a finger to her smirking lips, and winked. “I might ... I just might ... have asked him to give her a happy ending...?”

Grace stood on wobbly legs, but Romeo ... still kneeling on the ground in front of her, held her steady. His hands under her dress, but holding the sides of her waist in his strong grip.

A strong grip that started sliding down the outsides of her legs? From her waist all the way to her bare feet, and then he was helping her sit back down on the edge of the bed. Grace felt something pulled past her feet, and saw it tossed over Romeo’s shoulder.

As she forced her eyes to focus, she saw a small scrap of white silk.

Or, really, she realized as she stared at it, it was more of ... a ... triangle...

His hands barely applied the slightest pressure to her knees, gently tugging them away from each other. But Grace found them flying open of their own accord. Spreading herself wide before this near stranger.

“Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh...” Romeo growled. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about.”

Grace let out a whimper, but made no move to shut her legs.

“Grace! Has your fiancé ever seen you like this?”

Grace quickly shook her head. “No. We knew when to sto-UUINNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!”

Romeo had once again darted forward without warning, and started kissing and licking Grace’s tight little pussy. But this was direct. Skin-to-skin contact.

His tongue teasing; tasting; gliding over every single solitary millimeter of skin. Leaving nothing for ... for ... Grace couldn’t even remember her fiancé’s name. But she knew he’d find nothing down there that hadn’t already been explored.

Her mouth opened, and babble started falling out of it. No filter, no thought behind it. Just her mouth dumping out everything that passed through Grace’s mind.

“Oh god, YES!! That’s fucking right! Kiss my little pussy!”

His tongue swiped up the length of her slit, from her soaked opening all the way to the small triangular tuft of short-cropped curly blonde hairs.

“Oh shit that felt good!!! Do it again! Lick my pussy! Lick it again!!! Ffffffuuuuck!!!!” Grace found one hand was plucking at her nipples through her dress, while the other had grabbed Romeo’s hair and was trying to pull him tighter against her.

He ignored her attempts, instead pushing his tongue between her lower lips, and slid it slowly up ... up ... up ... until-

“FFUUCCKK!!!! That’s my- yes! -that’s my clitty! Eat my- fuckfuckfuck -eat my clitty! That’s right YESSSS eat my YESSSS little YESSSS virgin YESSS clit!!!!!”

And then Grace felt his thick finger, pushing against her opening. She tried to protest, but she was so wet it slid in before she could make a sound of protest.

And it was ... was...

Grace’s babble broke off, as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Romeo finger-fucked her as his tongue teased her poor clit, bringing her trembling body to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure, until she hit it.

Her peak.

Grace’s body went rigid, as her orgasm surged through her.

She’d had them before. The occasional furtive touching of herself. But nothing that prepares her for the maelstrom of pure bliss that electrified her entire body. She held on, trying not to get lost in waves crashing down inside her.