Call Girls At A Bachelor Party

This is another story from the life I had as one of your favorite call girls. Bachelor parties are one of the least tense events a call girl can be hired to do. It is because most men would be drunk silly, and a call girl is hired to strip and dance with them.

But this bachelor party was different. Rita invited me to the gig, which was weird. Most bachelor parties have only one stripper. But I agreed because it paid three times the usual bachelor party fees. A third of the amount was already paid in advance.

Another call girl, Shobha, was also hired. I had met her earlier at another gig. She was a dark-skinned woman in her early 30s. An experienced woman who kept her looks fresh. Her figure was enviable to me 42-36-46.

As you may remember, I am 20 years old, 40-30-38, and Rita was 20 years old, 36-26-38 figured. Unlike other gigs, this was highly planned out. We were to meet up near a bus stop by 9 pm. We found a driver, Jose waiting for us in a Ford car which was pretty fancy.

They told us dresses would be given at the venue, so we dressed casually in saris. I sat in front while the others sat in the back. Jose would secretly ogle at us from time to time but did not act on it.

We drove down the bouncy village road. It took us 1 hour to reach the place. It was a luxurious 2-story villa surrounded by fields. Bachelor parties are usually held in secluded neighborhoods for noise complaints and to avoid social policing.

This party was organized by some rich men. English music was in full blast. Jose took us in through the kitchen door. A man was waiting for us there.

Mike: Hello, ladies. I am Mike. I was the one who hired you for this party. You will find your costumes for the night in the servant quarters. You can bathe and change. And as we agreed, here is your payment.

Mike: If you girls don’t mind, the groom Kenny and my friends are getting tipsy now. We would love to have you, ladies, with us soon.

As we entered the room, we saw our costumes had been laid on the bed for us. We had a quick shower and changed. We were asked to give our measures earlier, so they fit us just a bit short.

My costume was a knee-length black and white French maid. It had a push-up bra, thong, high heels, and a duster all black with my name tag Katy. My call girl persona.

Shobha wore a pink knee-length nurse outfit with a matching push-up bra, thong, high heels. It had a stethoscope and a name tag Shobha. (We did not know her real name). Both our hair was tied in a bun. The outfit just made me more jealous of her.

Rita looked like Britney Spears from ‘Hit me, baby.’ It was a white and red schoolgirl outfit. But the shirt was tied just below her red push-up bra. Her skirt covered barely half her thighs.

Her hair was in a ponytail. Her name tag read Susie. Unlike us, she was to wear socks and cute school shoes. She was given a lollipop to suck on.

The men had kinky American porn fetishes. We looked hot as hell. As we entered the hall, a large curtain blocked us from the commotion. Mike stumbled through with a beer in his hand.

M: Damn, you girls look sexy. I knew cosplay was the way to go. Now I’ll introduce you one by one after which do your thing.

He left us, and we could hear him yelling over the commotion behind the curtain.

M: OK, you dirty boys. It’s time for the groom to have his last shot of freedom. Kenny wanted a clean party so let’s welcome our Maid  Katy to make sure exactly that.

I stepped out to more than 10 men in their 30s on couches arranged in a semi-circle facing Kenny. He was sitting in a single lounger facing me, wearing a plastic crown. He was happy to see me. I could see from his tent under his Bermuda shorts.

All the men were dressed in shirts and Bermuda with definitely nothing underneath. I cat-walked to the tune swaying my body seductively to Kenny and bent down, exposing my ample cleavage.

Me: Have you been a dirty boy, Master Kenny?

Kenny nodded vigorously. I got on my knees and slid my hands up his thighs until my boobs tested on his groin. I bit my lip and looked up at him seductively. The others were enjoying the view of my skirt.

M: Oh, it looks like Kenny’s childhood crush, Schoolgirl Suzy, decided to visit him. To have the late-night study session he always wanted.

Suzy stepped out to the music of hit me, baby, one more time. She was the one who taught me the art of seduction. She danced to the beat and made sure to twirl and twerk to give a good view of her skirt. Kenny’s eyes followed her super flexible body.

In the end, she was sitting cross-legged on the lounger armrest. She French kissed Kenny, after which his lips were the same color as Suzy lipstick. He was sucking on her lipstick.

His cock was rock hard and peeping out of the shorts. I started rubbing my boobs against it so much that his 6-inch rod popped out. I started licking it.

M: Whoa, it looks like it’s getting hot in here. The groom may have a fever. So let’s call Nurse Shobha to give him a full check-up.

Unlike us, Shobha walked without any fancy moves. She did not need any. Her voluptuous body tantalizingly swayed. All men were going nuts. She took Kenny’s hands and placed them on her cleavage.

In seconds the hands were in her bra. Her budget dark nipples popped out. All she had on was her thong, nurse cap, and a stethoscope around the neck.

M: Since the intros are out of the way, shall we have a show, ladies?

Shobha went first and started stripping down. She made sure to show how the dress was too tight and fidgeted with the zip. An old trick to turn on the boys and excited they were when she released her jugs from the pink baby bra. She slowly turned to everyone, the view of her curves.

I was next. I put on more of a show. I turned around and slowly slid the zip down, exposing my smooth back, and slid the dress down my left hand. I turned and let my dress drop down to my leg. I tossed the dress to the men with my leg to ogling men ready to catch it.

Next, I released my jugs, making sure I showed them my perky pink nipples. I kissed a cup, and my bright red lipstick shone on the black bra. I threw it to the men. There was a fight after which a muscled man wore it around his head like a crown.

Suzy stepped up and broke into dance. Her moves were so seductive even to me. All men were concentrating on her dance. In between moves, she stripped. First, she released her shirt knot and spun it over her head, and threw it out.

Next, she squatted and held down her skirt down to the floor. She stood in a toe touch pose. But the skirt remained on the floor, and she was in her undies. As she threw up her skirt, the cheer was loud.

She released the bra hook in one quick move. But she kept it on and shook her chest, bouncing her boobs. The bra was soon on some dude’s head. We pulled up Kenny from his seat, stripped off his shirt and shorts.

We danced around him sandwiched him in between. He was drunk as hell so were the guests. He groped at each of our boobs and asses. He sucked on the nipples, our clits and asses highly sloppy.

He would try to insert his cock into our pussies. But we make a point to avoid getting pregnant by the groom during these events. We took turns to suck his cock tip to balls.

Kenny enjoyed shoving his tongue in our mouths and vigorously fingering our pussies and assholes. He even drenched us in beer and licked us up. But as he was licking Shobha, he turned pale, and we knew he would puke. Jose, who was sober, ran to us, lifted him, and by the shoulders. Kenny resisted, but Mike took charge.

M: Take him home, Jose. He’s had enough fun. Any more and we won’t have a wedding to attend. Don’t worry, girls. The party is just getting started. We have a whole crowd of lusty men waiting for you.

As Jose drove away, Kenny only dressed in a lungi. I noticed the men were excited but didn’t pounce on us. That’s when I noticed what Mike was holding wasn’t a beer bottle but a large vibrator.

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