“Oh, come on, Daryl,” Monica said curtly. “Surely, you understand that weekend is not really convenient.”

“I’m sorry Monica,” he replied. “It’s that weekend or a month later.”

She huffed. “We’ve never done our women’s party on the first of April. It’s just not right!”

“Listen,” Daryl replied, “you can always use it to your benefit. Why don’t you come up with a prank or something? You know that the men in town are always complaining about your women’s only party.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hell, do I know? I thought you were smart. You’ll think of something. Besides you might get more girls to come to the party if they know you’re going to pull a prank.”

Monica sighed. “Alright, we’ll take the weekend of the first of April. I assume we can get it for the same price?”

He chuckled, “Alright Monica. You know, everything is getting more expensive but because nobody else wanted that weekend I’ll give it to you for the same price as last year.”

Jason sat at the bar looking at a repeat of the latest football game while he enjoyed his free beer. He’d won a bet with the owner, Jack, about the result of the game he was watching.

“I still can’t believe you knew they would lose 4 to 1,” Jack grumbled.

Jason chuckled because he had no clue and at that specific, very drunk, moment last week he’d brayed, ‘They will lose 4 to 1. I swear I’m right.’

“I guess I should get drunk more often,” he confided to Jack. “Who knows, maybe I can predict the lottery.”

Jack huffed. “Yeah, right. You still owe me fifty dollars.”

“Then why the hell are you telling me this one was on the house?”

“Cause I know a free beer tastes much better.”

“He is absolutely right,” a sultry voice sounded behind him. A second later, a stunning looking woman sat next to him, blatantly checking him out. He guessed she was in her late twenties and her voluptuous body looked amazing.

He smiled and asked her, “You wanna try it?”

“What? If a beer tastes better when it’s free?”

He nodded slowly and prompted dryly, “I don’t mind financing this little project.”

Her laughter was sophisticated. “Do you think it will apply to a glass of wine as well?”

Theatrically he sucked in some air. “Oof,” he said, “Jack? What do you think? Would a free glass of wine taste better as well?”

“Oh, come on Sophie,” Jack responded annoyed. “Just sell him some raffle tickets and leave him be.”

Jason was shocked by how her demeanor had changed completely. He realized it was all play from her side, and he had fallen for it completely.

“Wow,” he said when he saw the guilty look on her pretty face, “that is something completely different.”

She scowled a little when she explained, “Jack is my brother-in-law.”

He nodded slowly as he remembered Jack’s older brother; he was a guy not to mess with. Too bad it was his beautiful wife sitting next to him. “Guess it’s better not to conduct this experiment with you.”

She sighed and as she moved off the barstool she said, “I’m sorry, no.”

A little disappointed he watched her walk away. He really liked the way she swung her hips. The shiny fabric of her tight pencil skirt showed off her well-rounded bottom. He sighed and then asked Jack, “What is the raffle you were talking about?”

“It has something to do with the yearly women’s party. You know the one where no men are allowed to come.”

Jason perked up and as he watched Sophie trot towards his friend Alphonse, he decided to join them. Armed with his half-full glass of beer he followed the pretty blonde. He quickly sat opposite his friend and said, “Alphy, this is Sophie and she’s going to tell us about an interesting raffle, won’t you Sophie.”

“Oh, erm, yes,” she said a little taken aback.

Alphonse briefly looked at Jason. He stood and as he took a chair from another table, he said in his deep baritone voice, “Have a seat, M’lady. I’m all ears.”

“Well,” she said while she gracefully sat down, “as you might know in early spring there will be another women’s party at the society building in town.”

“We have heard the rumors, yes,” Alphonse responded, “but it supposed to be women’s only.”

She slowly shook her head. “This time we are allowing a few men to participate.”

“A few,” echoed Jason.

Her smile was beautiful when she slowly nodded. “The tickets we sell have a special and unique code and two weeks before the party you can check whether you’re in or not.”

“That sounds almost too good to be true,” Alphonse responded. “How much are those tickets?”

“Only ten dollars a ticket.”

“Heck yeah,” Jason said as he fished out his wallet and placed a ten-dollar bill on the table, “I wouldn’t mind having some fun with the girls.”

“Great!” Sophie purred while she moved her hand to her chest. She loosened a button on her silk blouse and after some fiddling, she fished a ticket out of her bra.

Totally mesmerized, Jason watched how she neatly folded the ten-dollar bill and smiled when she shoved it into the other side of her bra.

Alphonse had looked at the scene and rubbed his hand over his chin as if he was contemplating what he wanted to do. With a swift move he conjured a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket.

“I think I wanna play as well,” he said as he moved the money to her.

“Two tickets?” she asked hopeful.

“I don’t know. How many tickets are there in total, do you know?”

She hesitated. “Erm, I’m not sure but I believe there are a hundred, maybe?”

“Only a hundred huh?” Alphonse pondered, “And a few winners. So, that’s a minimum of four percent chance I will get a winning ticket if I buy two.”

“Not bad,” Jason conceded.

“Alright, sweetie. Please fish out two more tickets for me,” said Alphonse, his voice sounded an octave lower.

Jason loved seeing Sophie’s hand disappear into her blouse again, rummaging for the tickets.

Jason was about to step out of his car to do some shopping when his phone rang. It was Alphonse.

“Hey Alphy,” Jason said while he stepped out. “What’s up man?”

“You won’t believe it!” his friend shouted. “I got in!”

Jason frowned, not knowing why Alphonse was so worked up, “I don’t really follow you, mate. Where did you get in?”

“You know, the women’s party. The tickets we bought from that hot little chick, remember? Today you can check if you’ve won something on their website.”

Then it dawned on him what Alphonse was talking about. “Really?” he asked. “Wow, congrats man! When is the party again?”

“Saturday, two weeks from now,” Alphonse responded enthusiastically, “and they will reveal more information on the day itself.”

Jason did the calculation and said, “Are you sure? That’s the first of April.”

“Yeah, I know but we paid good money for it.”

“Yes, we did, didn’t we?” remarked Jason with a chuckle.

“Why don’t you check your tickets, Jason?”

“Yeah, I will as soon as I get home. I’m about to do some shopping.”

“Alrighty,” Alphonse replied happily, “let me know if you’ve won something.”

Jason clumsily maneuvered his shopping cart into the market with one hand and said to his friend, “Sure. Talk to you later.”

Slowly he shook his head as he remembered the lovely Sophie who had stored her tickets in her bra. In the end, he’d bought another two, just to be able to blatantly check out her amazing tits. He knew he had fallen for her cunning sexy game, but he actually didn’t mind.

The only thing that bothered him a little was the fact that the party was held on the first of April. He had the feeling that the winners of the raffle might fall victim to a stupid April fool’s day prank. It was the words that Sophie used what bothered him; ‘this time we are allowing a few men to participate’.

He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he had the feeling the winners could get involved in an embarrassing prank. Participating in that party could be anything after all, from being dressed up like drag queens to waiting tables.

It was late because he had worked overtime, so he opted for instant noodles and a package of sushi. He was too tired to cook a decent dinner today.

Armed with his bowl of steaming noodles and a plate of sushi he powered up his laptop. On the raffle ticket was the website and as soon as he entered the webpage, he saw the announcement in bold letters.

He entered the first code, which consisted of twelve letters and numbers. After pressing the enter key a little hourglass turned for a few seconds.

A message box popped up. ‘Sorry, no luck this time.’

Jason shrugged his shoulders and entered the next code, knowing he never had any luck with raffles. Somewhat bored he popped a salmon sushi into his mouth to kill time while watching the annoying spinning hourglass.

He almost choked on the last bit of sushi in his mouth when the screen flashed green with a massive, large display, ‘WINNER’.

“No fucking way,” he whispered while staring at the screen for a long time.

He pressed enter and a text appeared.

Congratulations! You are one of the lucky men who will attend the Women’s party on Saturday April 1st. Please keep your ticket safe at all times and sharing this code with others will rescind your participation immediately.

By participating in the women’s party, we would like you to be available on Saturday April 1st from 12:00 noon. There will be a special program assembled for you to enjoy. Please bear in mind this is mandatory and if you forgo any parts of the program, it will void your access to the party.

Please tick the box to agree you have read and understand the conditions to be an active participant at The Women’s Spring Party.

“Bloody hell,” he cursed. He didn’t like it at all as he imagined all kinds of horrible scenarios he had to undergo.

He picked up his phone to call Alphonse. He wanted to know what he thought about it.

“Hey, Jason!” sounded Alphonse’s voice upbeat.

“Guess what, Alphy,” Jason replied calmly, “I got in as well.”

“NO WAY!”

Jason laughed. “It says congratulations, you are one of the lucky men.”

“That’s insane!”

“I know,” Jason replied, “but listen; what do you think about this mandatory stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” Alphonse responded unperturbed, “I just ticked the box.”

“Really?”

“Look. What can possibly happen, Jason? I mean, they’re not going to kill us and it’s going to be an adventure.”

“Maybe.”

“Listen,” he replied, “what they say is that you need to follow their program and if you don’t like it, you can always step out.”

“But then you miss out on the party.”

“Exactly,” Alphonse affirmed, “I’m pretty sure that the girls must have had quite a discussion.”

“You think that some of them didn’t want it to happen?” Jason asked his friend.

“Absolutely. Imagine you’ve always have had fun with the girls and suddenly men are allowed to join in.”

He thought about it. He’d heard rumors that those women’s parties were wild and that their debaucheries were a well-kept secret. Suddenly, he realized he was in a privileged situation to be there and see it with his own eyes.

“Alright,” he conceded, “you’re right. What can go wrong?”

“Nothing really,” Alphonse replied instantly. “It’s going to be fun.”

Annoyed Jason slammed his hand on the alarm. He knew it was the weekend, and he definitely wanted to have a lie in. With one eye open he looked at the clock and he had trouble remembering why he had set the alarm at 10:45.

Only then did he see the notice he’d written to himself, PARTY TIME.

He groaned softly, cursing the fact he’d drank too much last night with his buddy Alphonse. They had been celebrating and discussing what the women had planned for them.

Last week, the results of his STD test were negative, which wasn’t really surprising, except for the fact that he and Alphonse were asked to do such a test in the first place. He had to admit the ‘girls’ were annoyingly thorough, as if they both were barbaric savages who were reluctantly allowed to be at the party. Alphonse had dismissed it as a free test and wasn’t bothered by it at all.

His phone chimed and he couldn’t believe his eyes when he read; This is your confirmation of your 12:00 hairdresser appointment at Great Clips.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned as he crawled out of bed. He knew he had about twenty minutes to shower and get something to eat before he had to leave for town.

His phone chimed again.

Alphy: Did you get a haircut appointment as well?

He chuckled. Alphonse was a typical Afro American who liked to shave his head.

Me: Yeah.:). They probably don’t know you’re bald.

Alphy: Damn! I just shaved.

Me: What time is your appointment?

Alphy: at 12:00.

Me: Me too. Not sure what to think of this.

Alphy: Perhaps we’ll get a wig. LOL.

Me: Oh god no.

Alphy: relax man. I’m just joking.

Me: Okay, got to go.

Alphy: Yep later.

Jason checked himself in the mirror and he actually liked his new hair style. The hairstylist goaded him into trying something new, which in hindsight looked much better with his face.

“Hi,” a friendly female voice said behind him. “You must be Jason.”

He shifted his gaze and saw a cute young woman in the reflection of the mirror. He estimated the brunette was in her twenties, immaculately dressed in a simple suit. She was petite, and a head shorter than him. He turned and affirmed, “Yup, that’s me.”

“Good,” she said as she pulled her tape measure from her neck. “Let me take some measurements, so I know what sizes I can get you.”

“By all means,” he murmured. “So, what instructions did you get?”

Her smile was a bit demure while she pulled the tape around his chest. “We were asked to dress you in casual, sophisticated attire. Stretch your arms forward.”

“Sophisticated, huh?” he asked.

As she squatted to measure his legs, she said, “Yes, you need to look good and pleasing to the eyes.”

Jason chuckled. “Pleasing to the eyes. How were you planning to do that?”

Her pretty face frowned as she said, “It’s a shame you don’t think you’re handsome, Jason.”

“I don’t believe it,” he replied meekly, “because I know I’m just an ugly nerd.”

“Ever heard of ‘clothes make the man’, Jason?” she asked.

He nodded.

“I can see you take care of your body,” she said and continued while waving with her little notebook, “You know, numbers don’t lie. Now, why don’t you sit down while I go get a few outfits for you that will work well with your skin-tone.”

“Sure, you’re the boss,” he said as he sat down next to a mirror.

“Excellent.”

“What’s your name again?” he asked.

She stopped and as she turned towards him, she said, “Susanna but you can call me Sue.”

“Brilliant, Sue,” he replied warmly. “Please surprise me.”

Alphonse enjoyed his coffee after he and Jason finished their late lunch. “I must admit,” he said to his friend, “those girls know a thing about dressing a man.”

“Who did you have?” asked Jason.

“Marie. She was quite a woman,” he said with a chuckle. “It was clear she wasn’t into my jokes, but in the end, she did warm up a bit when I praised her for her amazing skills.”

“I got Sue. Sweet little thing, ever so correct but boy, she came out with the most outrages outfits.”

“Let me guess, a pink shirt and white slacks,” Alphonse said jokingly.

“You’re close,” Jason replied while slowly nodding, “I managed to persuade her to get something more masculine. But I must admit; I do look the blitz.”

Alphonse sighed relaxed. “I just don’t get it. Why spend all this money on us? I mean I’m not complaining this sweater outfit is perfect for wearing at home.”

“Well,” Jason said, “with a hundred tickets sold it means they can spend quite a bit of money on us.”

“You’ve got a point there,” Alphonse conceded, “but why do we need to have a complete spa treatment?”

“I’m not sure,” pondered Jason. “Perhaps it’s a part of the test, you know I’m pretty sure some guys would have left screaming.”

Alphonse laughed. “Honestly, I don’t mind being pampered by beautiful women.”

“You’re absolutely right and I don’t mind having a Tai massage.”

“Oh,” Alphonse groaned, “not sure if I can deal with that.”

“Okay guys,” said the female driver when she steered the car onto the lane leading towards the society building. “We are here.”

“Right,” Alphonse said, “How about our clothes? Where can we change?”

“I don’t know,” she said calmly. “I was instructed to drop you off at the supplier’s entrance.”

She stopped the car and within a second, a large door opened. A sturdy security woman signaled them to hurry up.

Jason and Alphonse looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, with the knowledge they could always bail out.

“You’re late!” the woman shouted as they stepped out of the car. “Follow me and hurry up,” she almost barked when she strode into a long corridor.

“Yes, ma’am!” Alphonse responded with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

“Cut the crap, mister,” she growled. “Don’t fuck this up, now that you’re so close.”

Jason had trouble not laughing while he struggled to keep up with the woman. At the end of the corridor, she turned left and stopped in front of a closed door. The distinct noise of partying women was clearly audible.

“Right, listen,” she said, “Angela will open the door, and she will explain what is going to happen. Please follow her instructions to the letter. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She looked at Alphonse once more and walked away while speaking into her walky-talky.

“What the fuck?” Alphonse gushed.

“Yeah.”

Only moments later the door opened and a stunningly good-looking woman, clad only in sexy lingerie, purred, “There you are.”

“Come in,” she said huskily.

The room was sparsely lit, and the noise of the party was a lot louder. Jason stared at the woman who stood in front of the closed door. Her tall, toned body was covered with glitter that sparkled in the dim light. Her large breasts were barely contained in the delicate lace bra and her puffy nipples pushed the flimsy fabric forward.

“The organizers of the party have asked me to set you up for the ring toss game,” she said with a brilliant smile. “You see, you need to have a chaperone.”

“Hold on,” Jason said, “Why do we need to have a chaperone?”

“Because you’ll be outnumbered by four hundred to one,” she deadpanned. “You simply won’t survive.”

“That make sense,” Alphonse said softly, “but who is going to be our chaperone?”

“That’s where the ring toss game will come in,” she explained. “The one who manages to toss the ring will be your chaperone.”

“Toss the ring onto what?” asked Jason.

“Follow me,” she purred as she walked towards a curtain while deliberately swaying her hips. With an elegant swipe she moved the curtain to the side, revealing two barstools and a wooden wall with several large holes.

“I must admit,” she said, “I was pleasantly surprised I got your measurements this afternoon so I could prepare everything in advance.”

The party noise was a lot louder, and Jason could see some women patiently waiting through a crack between the wooden wall and a curtain.

“Oh, my fucking god,” Alphonse gushed. “These are glory holes, aren’t they?”

“Indeed,” she said as she picked up a small bottle from a table, “and this is a concoction I have perfected through the years, and it will guarantee your cocks stay erect for about thirty minutes.”

“No fucking way,” whispered Jason.

“I also have washcloths ready that will counter the effect within minutes,” she continued as if she was explaining something normal.

“Right,” Alphonse said quite shocked, “if I understand this correctly. The women at the party all have a ring and the woman who manages to toss her ring on my cock is going to be my chaperone?”

“Precisely.”

“And that’s what you’re doing at parties?” asked Jason.

“Yes,” she purred while she guided him to the barstool, “this will be my fiftieth time. That’s why I’m all glittery today. So, are you guys going for it?”

Jason looked at Alphonse and grumbled, “Told you. It’s a prank.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to bail out.”

“I didn’t say that, did I?”

“No,” Alphonse retorted, “So, stop complaining and pull down your pants so our lovely Angela can admire your dick.”

Monica stood nervously next to Lucy, waiting for the main event to start. To kill time, she studied the several large glittery rings that were embroidered on the thick velvet curtain.

Suddenly the women all cheered when a scarcely dressed Angela appeared in front of it.

Monica liked her husky voice when she purred into the microphone, “Good evening, ladies. I’m so pleased to see so many of you decided to play.”

The crowd whooped loudly and as soon as Angela raised her hand, the deafening noise died down quickly.

“Some of you know me from other parties but I would like to explain the game we’re about to play,” she continued. “Many of you have purchased a ring and I think it’s time to show you what you can win.”

A loud cheer arose from the crowd when Angela slid the thick curtain to the side and Monica’s heart started to race when she saw his magnificent cock jutting out of the glory hole. She loved the shiny brown skin, and she longed to feel his thick girth inside her.

She had been practicing and knew she easily could toss her ring on his cock.

“Oh my god,” Lucy gushed into Monica’s ear. “It’s much bigger than I thought.”

Monica had only focused on Alphonse’s impressive girth and realized that Jason’s cock was almost as big. “Lucky you! Now, I hope you’ve practiced enough.”

Lucy nervously spun her ring around her index finger as she said, “I did. But what if someone else manages to get her ring on one of their cocks?”

“Don’t worry,” Monica whispered in her ear, “Angela said the other rings will be expelled if they get too close.”

“Wow,” Lucy gushed.

“Okay ladies!” Angela said loudly, “Let the game begin!!”

Monica recognized the first woman who stood ready to toss her ring towards the brightly painted wall. With a graceful flick, the ring sailed towards the wall. It wobbled a little, but its trajectory was spot on and with a graceful bow, it flew straight at Alphonse’s dark brown cock.

Just at the moment the pink ring would drape itself on the tip, it wobbled sideways and landed against the sloping wall. Accomplished with a loud groan from the audience it slid down to the floor.

“Wow!” Angela exclaimed happily, “That was really close! Well done!”

Encouraged by the near win, the next girl stood ready to throw her ring towards the bobbing cocks. Her ring flew way too high, and it settled on one of the wooden pegs.

The crowd was ecstatic, and Angela had trouble overcoming the noise. “Congratulations! You’ve won a bottle of champagne.”

Monica knew she was after the next girl and was relieved when she saw how the ring sailed towards the side, missing the wall completely.

There she stood, focused at the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. Everything felt right when she aimed the ring at her target. She took a deep breath and slowly blew it out again. Her eyes were focused on the exact place to throw the ring, and with a steady hand, she tossed her ring away. She winced when she saw the ring with a slight wobble, but it sailed through the air, gaining on Alphonse’s thick girth.

The audience burst into a deafening cheer when her ring slid down on the thick brown cock. Monica danced happily while she raised her hands in the air. Her endless training had paid off! She was Alphonse’s chaperone.

Jason still had trouble believing that Angela had blatantly grabbed his cock. The ointment felt strange at first but as soon as her warm hands spread it over the length of his cock, a pleasant tingling feeling made his cock rock hard.

Alphonse and Jason were strapped into harnesses preventing them from falling backwards. It was a clever construction that was tilted at an angle of 45 degrees, causing them to hang comfortably in the padded straps.

A loud cheer sounded when a ring landed on one of the pegs.

“I hope there’s someone who can aim a little better,” he shouted to Alphonse to overcome the shouting women.

“Uh huh,” he replied. “It’s funny though. They know everything about our cocks before they know anything about us.”

Jason laughed while shaking his head, realizing a lot of women would know the size of their cocks.

“Ah!” he shouted when a ring bumped against his cock while a chorus of groans reverberated in the large room.

“They missed,” Alphonse grinned.

“That actually hurt quite a bit,” grumbled Jason.

Lucy’s heart pounded in her chest when she saw the ring spinning towards Jason’s cock. It was clear that the woman knew how to play this game. She groaned loudly, together with the rest of the spectators but then in a pure sense of relief, when the ring bounced of Jason’s cock. That lady had used the same technique as she had practiced for weeks on end, and she was convinced that without the expelling system she would have lost Jason to her.

Even Angela was shocked by how close the ring had come. Luckily it didn’t look like the ring was repelled and Lucy gave Angela a brief smile.

There were a few women in front of her who clearly had no interest in chaperoning, and they all aimed on the pegs that were situated above the delicious looking cocks. She smiled when their rings sailed all over the place, missing the board completely.

Nervously she spun her ring around her finger, waiting for another ring-thrower to leave the spot chosen for throwing rings. As soon as she stood in front of the wall, her nerves started to get the better of her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm herself.

A warm hand rested on her back, and she heard Monica softly saying, “Come on, you can do it, and you know it.”

She nodded briefly and placed her feet a little apart to get better stability. The comfortable weight of the ring gave her the confidence to give it a swing and she let it sail towards Jason’s magnificent cock. The spinning ring glittered in the light and with a smooth arch, it headed straight towards its goal.

But the closer the ring got to its target, the better Lucy could see she had thrown it a little too low. Her breath hitched when she realized she’d made a major mistake. The ring’s angle was slightly too steep, and it dropped down faster than normal. She closed her eyes because she didn’t want to look at her failure.

But then, the whole crowd burst out in ecstasy and as she opened her eyes, she could see the ring hula hoop down Jason’s impressive length.

“YES!” she shouted happily, feeling the built-up tension leaving her body. Elated she stepped away from the crowd and she knew she had taken the first of many hurdles. It gave her hope and confidence she would be able to work it out.

She heard Angela addressing the women where they could get their prizes. She sighed deeply, knowing her meticulously constructed idea was evolving as planned. She checked her watch and rushed towards the small reception area.

Alphonse looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the new clothes he would’ve never bought for himself. As he stared at his reflection, he snorted when he remembered how Angela insisted on washing his cock. She was clearly impressed by his well-endowed member.

He would have loved to massage her lovely breasts but as soon as she noticed his intention she instantly said with a sweet voice, “Uh huh, you can look but do not touch.”

Soon after Jason and Alphonse were dressed again, the same security woman brought them to two separate rooms with an instruction to change as quick as possible and wait for their chaperones to pick them up.

Alphonse transferred the few belongings he’d brought into the slack’s pockets and at the moment he wanted to text Jason there was a soft knock on his door.

He opted to open the door instead of just allowing the person to enter but he was quite taken aback when he saw a vaguely familiar face. Her delicate features told him she was a mix of Cuban and Afro-American blood. The designer clothes brought out her rounded curves beautifully and her killer heels made her as tall as him.

“Hi,” she said nervously, “I’m Monica.”

Then it dawned on him; he had seen her several times at the pub. He’d admired her voluptuous physique but every single time he had tried to get close to her she had disappeared into a back room.

“Hi, erm, I’m Alphonse,” he replied, “so, erm, I assume you’re my chaperone.”

She nodded briefly and without a word she grabbed his hand. As they walked into a long corridor she said, “I’m sorry but we don’t have as much time as I thought we would have.”