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Meghan looked at her watch and sighed for the umpteenth time as their taxi navigated its way timidly against the city’s traffic. 7:47 p.m. was what it told her. They had left her friend’s home twenty minutes ago when they should have been on their way an hour beforehand. Meghan flopped her hands on her thighs and sighed once more in resignation. Her friend, Khloe, sat beside her admiring the evening traffic, not giving any attention to what Meghan was feeling, even though she was well aware.

“That’s about the fourth time you’ve sighed since we left my place,” said Khloe, turning to her. “If you sigh like that again, I’m getting out of this cab and leaving you to fend for yourself.”

“You know why, Khloe. It’s because we’re gonna be fucking late. They’ve probably gotten started by now, and we’re gonna miss it.”

“We’re not gonna miss a damn thing, Meghan. Stop your whining. I told you, I’d already called Alice before we left, and she said she and her friends arrived minutes ago, and not everyone is there yet. Stay relaxed, we’re gonna make it.”

“Well, if you say so,” Meghan pouted.

“Yes, I do say so, and I mean it, too,” Khloe replied. “Look, this is Margaret we’re going to see. It’s her bachelorette party, remember? The last thing she’d want is us coming there feeling bad that we didn’t arrive on time. We’re gonna get there, so chill out,” she said, then went silent for a second before adding, “And don’t worry about Ron, either. Tonight is one night you won’t have to bug your mind worrying about him.”

“Whatever made you say that, Khloe? He’s got every right to be worried — we recently got engaged, remember?”

“Sure, how can I forget. But this is going to be Margaret’s night. We’re supposed to have fun with her tonight. Even she won’t be worried about her fiancé, Ron, showing up at her party. Let’s just try and have some fun tonight, is all I’m saying.”

“I can have fun,” Meghan countered. “Ain’t that why we’re all dressed up tonight? As long as we get there on time.”

“We are going to get there. Look,” Khloe pointed out the window at the magnificent structure of the hotel looming ahead of them. “See, we’re almost there. So, tuck down your sad face and put up a happy smile. Tonight, we’re gonna get loose, babe,” she smiled.

The taxi drove into the hotel’s forecourt and came to a stop in front of its revolving doors. The rear door opened and Khloe stepped out first, followed by Meghan, who slammed the door but stood there for a moment, watching the taxi drive away. A part of her longed to hail the cab back and explain to her friend that she had made a mistake coming here, then jump back into the backseat and let the cabbie return her to the apartment that she shared with her fiancé. She nearly would have done it had Khloe not turned back and grabbed her arm.

“The fuck are you doing? The fucking party’s gonna be over by the time we get there. Come on.”

She pulled Meghan past the revolving doors into the cool, sumptuous sanctum that was the hotel lobby. They rode the elevator, which deposited them on the twelfth floor. It was a short walk from there to the designated hotel suite where they were expected. Khloe stopped to look at her friend before knocking. The door opened, and it was one of Margaret’s friends that invited them inside. They exchanged hugs and kisses before venturing further.

The living room was large, and it was populated with women, all looking beautiful and elegant for the evening. The furniture had been pushed to the edges of the room. A large bed occupied where the centre table ought to be.

Khloe marched into the room and wasted no time announcing her arrival. Meghan did put on her happy face as she hugged several women whom she knew. She exchanged kisses with Alice, feeling glad that she wouldn’t be stuck with Khloe for the rest of the evening.

One of the women presented a tray laden with glasses of bubbly. Khloe gave one to Meghan, and they made a toast, then Khloe left her to herself. Alice took charge of Meghan and led her to a sofa.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it,” said Alice as Meghan sat beside her.

“I didn’t want to, but Khloe . . . she knows how to twist my arm.”

“Yeah, that’s Khloe. I’m surprised Margaret got her to be one of her bridesmaids.”

“Where’s Margaret, anyway? I don’t see her around.”

“She’s in the bedroom suiting up,” Alice said. “They said they’ve got a surprise coming. Don’t ask me ‘cos I have no idea.”

The women all looked lively and anxious for whatever was coming. The bedroom door opened, and the room became hushed for a second as Margaret came out wearing a mock wedding dress. The room then erupted into cheers and handclaps. Meghan thought she looked beautiful in the wedding dress. She knew well enough that Margaret didn’t intend to wear this for her actual wedding, but still, she looked elegant.

“I want to say a big thank you to all of you for coming,” said Margaret. The room once more erupted into applause. “The evening is still young, and from what my maid of honour, Sara, has told me, you’re all going to see something spectacular.”

Khloe came from behind Margaret and scanned the room before finding Meghan, then made her way over to settle beside her.

“Missed me already?”

“Shut up,” Meghan slapped her arm. “Are other people coming?”

“Yeah, the main act. Just hold your horses for a couple of minutes.”

Margaret was still giving her bachelorette party speech when suddenly a banging noise came from the door. The chatter in the room ceased almost immediately as each woman turned to the other, wondering whatever could be responsible for the noise. The banging happened again. The maid of honour, Sara, went to see who it was.

A murmur arose as Sara opened the door and let a black man in a police uniform into the suite. The police officer strutted into the room with both gloved hands grasping the front of his belt. He appeared bulky and muscular under his outfit and wore a pair of aviator shades that exuded a no nonsense attitude. All eyes in the room were on him as he turned his head towards every direction. Meghan had a look on her face like she was about to fall sick.

“Which of you is running whatever shenanigans in this hotel premises?” the cop asked.

“That would be me, officer,” said Margaret. “I’m sorry if we were causing any complaints, but the hotel staff knows about our party here.”

“Are you the host of this get-together here?”

“Yes, I am. This is my party, and these women are my friends. We’re here to have fun.”

“Fun, you say? How about we see for ourselves what sort of fun it is.”

The cop grabbed Margaret’s arm, and she yelped in response as he dragged her along onto the bed. Some of the women rose to their feet in shock.

“Get on your knees!” The cop forced Margaret to kneel before him. “Now, we’re gonna see about getting this party really started. One of you put on some music for me right now,” the officer barked.

Music came on — an upbeat hip-hop classic. The cop took off his glasses and flung them across the room, then ripped his shirt apart to reveal a gorgeous hunk of chiselled flesh. The room went crazy the instant that happened. Almost every woman in the room shot to their feet, delirious with excitement. They were all whooping and clapping and throwing their fists like drunken reprobates at a football game. Meghan found herself locked in the bustle before it registered on her what was going on. Khloe and Alice were on their feet with the crowd.

Margaret stayed on her knees while the cop — or rather, the stripper — got rid of his pants. He wore nothing except a G-string that barely hid his package. All eyes in the room were centred on his crotch. He broke into a seductive dance move, swinging his arms and moving his legs in motion to the music rhythm. He pirouetted across the room like a ballet dancer, prancing amongst the crowd of lovely women. Some couldn’t resist touching him. The man cruised by where Meghan sat, and he stopped to jerk his crotch at her face. Meghan couldn’t help but blush, too afraid to reach out towards the man, even though every fibre in her body was deftly urging her to. Khloe, however, wasn’t afraid to do the obvious. The stripper turned to her, and she brazenly grabbed at his crotch, jerking at his G-string as if eager to rip it off.

She succeeded in exposing the man’s penis for all to see. The room was agog with excitement when that happened.

The man kissed her, then returned to the celebrant of the day.

The noise in the room nearly drowned the music, especially when the stripper slipped his G-string off his legs and exposed himself for all to see. Almost every woman in the room salivated at the sight of his enormous erection. Meghan couldn’t believe her eyes; the man’s cock was about the largest she had ever seen. No way her fiancé’s cock could compare to the man’s size. Seeing the stripper’s cock was enough to induce an arousing feeling in the depths of her panties, and she blushed once more and glanced about as if to make sure nobody else was aware of what was occurring within her.

In the meantime, the stripper beat his dick against Margaret’s face, to which Margaret drooled with expectation. The melee in the room continued as Margaret impatiently grabbed the stripper’s cock and began sucking him. Meghan watched in disbelief as Margaret avidly sucked the man’s cock amid everyone in the room. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening — wasn’t Margaret scheduled to get married next week? My God, what would her fiancé think if he was here to witness this?

Margaret went on playing with the man’s cock as if nobody else was in the room. Eventually, the man pushed down her dress to expose her breasts and took a moment to suck each one. Margaret gave him free rein over her body. The stripper then laid on the bed, and Margaret lifted the hem of her dress, further exposing her stockinged thighs to everyone, who seemed to be going crazy with lust at her action. Meghan was stunned to realise that Margaret wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Oh my fucking God!” Meghan gasped as she witnessed Margaret lower herself onto the stripper’s tentpole cock.

The room exploded as the women continued to whoop and cackle at what they were witnessing. Meghan turned to her friends Alice and Khloe and saw they, too, were captivated by the action. Like several other women in the room, Alice was shamelessly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her tits to everyone.

Khloe, at one point, embraced her so she could speak into her ear amid the noise in the room.

“I’m so fucking horny right now, I could fuck any stranger,” she admitted.

Meghan looked at her best friend as if she had lost her mind. In a way, she was likely the only sane woman in the room.