Are you serious,” I replied, alarmed. Then my phone pinged. “Yes, I need your help at the party tonight. You can do it, baby,” the manager said. I
I showered, shaved, and made myself pretty. Isn’t there a bachelor party there tonight? “Umm, good,” I replied. “That’s a girl, only twenty men left. While having drinks, my girlfriend said she was at the bar last night, and the manager and two bouncers were asking about me. I was freaking out when the music stopped. You can do it, baby,” the manager said. I never had a clue,” Said one bouncer. “I can’t fucking believe you tricked me into this,” I screamed. “Great, you’re the best. Martin reached into a cooler, pulled out two cans of whipped cream, and handed it to me. The parties over time to go home,” Martin said. Martin pulled me away from the crown and back into the hall by the back hall. “I thought we were having another party with guys from your blog?” I asked. Martin took off the bra holding my tits and my apron, then rolled my stockings down. I panicked. I was still unsure at seven o’clock, but at that point, I knew I had to do it, no matter how much I was troubled by it. They are the guys we’re having the
