Tommy burst into the changing room. His bare chest glistened with sweat, a painful glare from the incandescent lights outlining his muscles. He wore a golden speedo that left nothing to the imagination. A wide grin split his face, eyes even wider. He ran his hand through his spiked, out-of-style hair. Tommy looked like Guy Fieri if he went on a bodybuilder training regimen.
“Holy fucking Christ, they’re wild out there! One girl, red blouse, black skirt, looked like an Instagram model and sucked me like it was the last dick she was ever gonna get!” He sauntered in, grinning like a mad idiot. Bryce frowned, doing his best to ignore his insane co-star.
He could hear the chatter of the crowd, through the thin walls of the changing room. When Tommy had been out there it was a drone of screams and hoots. When Bryce first started this all-touching male stripper gig, he used to get headaches from the raw madness of a horny female crowd.
Whoever thought women weren’t filthy perverts was an idiot. Women were just a different kind of pervert than men. They acted like degenerates in private where men did it in public. Everyone was a pervert.
They could hear DJ Shakes, their hype man, shouting into the microphone to keep the crowd riled up while the strippers switched out.
“Lemme hear y’all make some noise for our boys!”
They woo’d, clapping and hollering as they did. Bryce tried to tune it out, lacing up the calf-high sandals and checking to make sure his toga was tied correctly so that it would be easier to rip off. Heels clacked against tile floors.
“Alright, guys. Last two on the dance floor, we are doing the final dance. You can fuck the girls if they want, just remember the rules. Bryce and Tyler, you are now…Caligula and Trajan,” said Yulia, their manager. Apparently, she was an anomaly, a pretty woman who could have done this sort of work herself. Where most managers were sleazy, greasy men who tried to fuck their employees and customers, Yulia used her four men like soldiers, running a straight and fair business. She peeked at them from her clipboard, tucking a strand of platinum hair behind an ear.
“Who the fuck is Trajan?” Tyler asked, walking out of the bathroom. His pupils were dilated, fingers twitching.
“Roman Emperor. Expanded the Empire to the largest it was in history.” Bryce mumbled, popping a Viagra pill and tossing it back with some water. He could get hard just fine, but sometimes he got too lost in his head about what he was doing. If he lost his erection it was embarrassing. Yulia was the one who suggested the Viagra.
“Wasn’t that Caeser or whatever?” Tyler rubbed his nose.
“Caesar was famous for military campaigns against the Gauls and then returning to Rome in a coup to take over the Senate.” Bryce said. Tyler frowned.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It doesn’t matter what old Roman fuck did when he did it,” hissed Yulia. “Bryce, you’re Caligula. Tyler, you’re Trajan. Got it?” She asked. The two men nodded, finishing their checks in their uniforms. Tyler glanced at him, fingers still twitching. Everyone had something they needed to get in the zone. Yulia gave them each a glare before turning and disappearing out the door.
“Yo,” said Tommy, shuffling over. “Tyler, got anymore? Can I get a bump?”
“Fuck off, I gave you some before you went out.”
“C’mon, man!”
“Fuck *off*, Tommy. Get your own and stop mooching off me, you still haven’t paid me back either.” Tyler snapped. Tommy frowned but dipped his head and gave up. Bryce watched him disappear in the back room, grumbling to himself about some unimportant bullshit. He checked his wallet, taking out a small polaroid photo. They all had their little pre-show rituals. It usually involved a lot of coke or shots. Sometimes both. The photo was of a girl with long, curly black hair. She smiled through the graininess, the shadows of tall trees behind her. Old, melancholic feelings rose in his chest. It had been half a year since Cathy broke up with him as a result of his stripping. She tried to be open about it, but once they started having him fuck the customers, it was too much. This was what he was good at, why shouldn’t he use his body to make money? College was expensive. He needed this job.
“Ladies make some noise!” DJ Shakes’ voice carried through the walls, then the cries came second. Bryce shook his head free.
“We’re on, you sad bitch.” Tyler growled. Bryce shot him a glare.
“Anyone ever told you what an insufferable cunt you are?”
“Just shut up and dance, college boy.” Tyler shoved him toward the door. He was strong, they all were considering they all had to be fit and muscular for this gig. Only Tyler seemed to be aware of his size, at a towering 6’5’’. Bryce was only a couple inches shorter than him. He stumbled, suppressing the urge to fight back. He needed this job. Taking a deep breath and letting the cheers and clapping overwhelm him, he thought about his character, the Emperor.
Bryce stepped out into the room, grinning like an idiot and forgetting his woes. The room was lit by dim, neon lights that flashed and cast women in incandescent color. There were women from all backgrounds – black, white, Asian, Latino, mixed, red, green, pink. Bryce was glad he didn’t do any shots this time around. The lights made it hard enough to focus as is.
“Yeah,” hollered DJ Shakes. “We got some Roman Emperors here for you ladies!” Every word was drawn out, booming through the room, mixing with crowing cheers and thundering in Bryce’s head. He and Tyler stepped into the middle of the room, matching each other’s movements, stepping in unison, bucking their hips to the beat of the song.
“Give it up for Trajan!” Tyler leapt onto a table at the cue. If it hadn’t been bolted to the ground, he would have hurt himself. A round of high-pitched cheers rose into the air, becoming more frantic as he began tugging at the weak buttons of his toga. In a dramatic flourish, he ripped it off and flung it onto the nearest woman. As soon as he was available, women reached out to touch his toned calves, a few standing to rub their hands over his chiseled abs.
Tyler was grinning like a murderer, eyes coked out and teeth flashing with color. He hopped off the table, dancing his way to the woman who caught his toga – a pretty, young girl with a sharp nose and long blonde hair. Her eyes were hungry, biting her lower lip and placing her hands on Tyler’s hips as he stepped over her and rubbed his crotch against her.
“And your boy, Caligula!” DJ Shakes shouted. Bryce took the other side of the room, over to another group of hungry women. He jumped onto a table, swirling his hips and tugging the buttons open one by one. The Viagra already caused his speedo to tent, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was closer to nine inches than eight. Better to be well endowed in this business, though it never seemed to matter after enough shots.
Hands reached out, manicured fingers scraping at his legs and clawing at his cheap toga. Picking the buttons one at a time, smiling wide and feigning enjoyment, Bryce ripped it open. The fabric hung limp, and through the split they could glimpse his washboard abs. They practically screamed at the sight.
One woman with short platinum hair, leggings, and a low-cut purple top that looked like it could barely contain her tits, looked sheepishly away from him as he thrust in her direction. Some primal part of him always went after the girls who didn’t hunger for him as much as the others. In the moment, he wanted to make them whores. In the quiet of his room, he always justified that he just wanted them to have a good time.
A couple of her friends crowed and clapped as he hopped off the table, sauntering toward her. *Thump, bu-thump, thump, bu-thump*, went the tune of whatever song Shakes was playing. Bryce moved with it, letting it guide him.
She had bright blue eyes, probably the brightest he’d ever seen, and they widened as he approached. He sat on her lap, grinding against her. She laughed nervously before thrusting her head into her hands.
“Noooo,” cried a friend, who pulled her hands away. Bryce felt a little bad for the woman, who was smiling because she had to. Embarrassed, she placed her hands on his hips for a moment before pulling them away as if his skin were a hot iron.
So, Bryce ripped off the rest of his toga to resounding squeals and threw it at someone else.
He spun, grinding against the platinum girl for a moment more before stepping away from her. She had a taste, but he didn’t want to scare her off so quickly. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her chattering with her friends but eyeing his ass as he made his way back to the middle.
Later, then.
There were plenty of other eager women in the room too. The thing with being the last dancers meant that they’d already had a taste for the show. Maybe some of them even sucked some dick. Now was their time to get fucked, and some of them would inevitably jump at the opportunity.
Still, sometimes they needed some coercion. He glanced over at Tyler, who was holding a laughing brunette’s head down on his crotch. They locked eyes, made the smallest of nods, and broke away from the throng of hands long enough to yank of their golden speedos. The screams hurt his ears.
Cock fully erect, every thrust of his hips causing it to slap against his stomach. The look in their eyes changed, from curious stares to lustful leers. He was totally shaved, and the Viagra caused him a small bit of pain. Bryce tried to stay focused, not get too distracted by the little things, like wedding rings people forgot to take off, or smeared makeup from already sucking dick.
Instead, he targeted one woman who looked like she wanted it the most. In the flashing lights, her black skin took different tones. She had an afro and a dangerous glint in her eye that just drew him in. She was thin, a little knobby around the shoulders and ankles, but her chest filled out her shirt and the way she leaned forward caused the slight fat of her thighs to bunch up.
Bryce tried to ignore the silver ring on her finger. That didn’t matter in the moment. He stepped on her lap, swinging his hips and causing his dick to wave inches from her face. People clapped around him, and the black woman grabbed his cock and gave it a couple tugs. Her grin was seductive.
She wrapped her lips around his cock, forcing half of it into her mouth. He was surprised she even got that much the first time. Sometimes it was hard for women to deal with his girth, but she was sucking like a pro. Her cheeks caved in and she jerked the lower half while bobbing her head back and forth.
Tyler gave a whoop from the other side of the room and they shared a grin. Even though they didn’t like each other, things were different on the floor. They were all just trying to get paid, have a good time, give the women a good night. They could be assholes to each other after.
As she sucked him off, another girl slipped up behind Bryce. She ran her hands over his chest and pulled close to his face. She was Asian, with short black hair and deep brown eyes. He grabbed her head and pulled her into a sloppy, messy kiss, her tongue aggressively shoving down his throat. She guided his hand between her legs, found her shirt was hiked up, and shoved a finger inside of her.
Cheers all around. The music had changed, but he only barely noticed it. The black girl was gagging on his cock now, gripping her hips and pulling herself down further.
“Glruhk, hrlk, glr,” gargled the whore, and he bucked against her, one hand grabbing her chin and the other snaking through her hair to hold hers till while he facefucked her. Drool oozed down her cheek. The Asian girl dropped to her knees when he slowed down, grabbing his dick and slurping off the spit before latching onto it and aggressively dipping her head too.
More hands touched him, grabbing his ass or his biceps as the two women shared his cock, moving it between them. They kissed each other and tapped his messy cock against their cheeks.
“Yea! Yea! Yea! Give it up for the boys,” roared DJ Shakes. Bryce took his cue kissing the two women and tasting himself before dancing away from them, back toward the center. He had to give others the opportunity to indulge themselves. He passed the platinum haired girl again, caught her lightning blue gaze before spinning past an equally-naked Tyler and taking his side of the room.
The real star of the show was on this side. The woman the party was for, a cute, petite woman with a cheap plastic tiara on and a sash around her chest reading BRIDE TO BE. So, it was one of *those* parties. His first bachelorette he fucked during one of these dances he felt bad for. It felt wrong.
Bryce tried not to think about it as she grabbed his hips and practically swallowed his cock. He gasped in surprise as she deepthroated him and lapped at his balls with her tongue before slowly dragging back and sucking on the tip. Whoever was marrying this one was lucky fuckin’ bastard. He looked around at the cheering faces, a few of them looking oddly familiar. Bryce shook the feeling off. Women at these things always looked the same from party to party.
He instead focused on the bride-to-be, snaking his fingers through her shoulder length hair and gripping it in a ponytail behind her head. Bryce grinned and stuck his tongue out as some of her friends while he pushed her lightly up and down on his dick, though he was practically having to hold her back from swallowing him all.
“Fuck yes!”
“Suck that fat cock!”
“You go baby, go!” Cheered her friends, clapping loudly and wiggling in their seats as the music changed again. The bachelorette pulled off his dick with a pop, resting it on her face and grinning up at him. He bent down to give her a sloppy kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. In a heave of strength, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
To the delight of everyone watching, Bryce had to flex to keep her on him. She bounced, giggling and biting his neck as his cock rubbed against her leggings. He felt her heat from him, smelled the cheap vodka on her breath. She bit his ear, and he had such an intense urge to be the one to fuck her one final time before her husband.
In a twirl, he plopped her back on the faux leather bench, but she grabbed his cock one last time before he danced again. She beckoned him down with a finger, breath hot on his ear.
“Fuck me raw next time you’re on this side,” it was a clear demand, and if not for the fact he had to please the others, he would have done it right then. With a grin and a wink, Bryce pulled away from her, back toward the middle where he came from.
Through the lights and the growing stink of alcohol, through the pain in his cock from the drug and being teased, through the mental haze of pretending to be a depraved Emperor, Bryce turned and saw a bob of curly black hair around Tyler’s knees, dick in her mouth and eyes widening in surprise when she caught Bryce’s staring. The only reason she didn’t stare longer was Tyler holding her head and humping her face.
Cathy.
Bryce froze, locking up in an instant and a going light headed. It felt like he’d stood up too quickly, but a thousand times worse. He saw spots for a moment as he tried to quantify what he was looking at. Sure, they had broken up, but this? *This?* With that scumfuck bastard Tyler too? Surprise turned to sadness, which melted away into a cold rage that started in his chest and spread to his fingertips. He might have been shaking, but he didn’t know for sure. His cock twitched as he watched his ex suck down his co-workers’ cock, still spying desperate, panicked glances at Bryce as he stood there like an idiot.
“Oh, oh, yea, yea, looks like Caligula is thinkin’ about which lucky lady is next!” DJ Shakes covered for Bryce’s moment, the women cheering after a moment of murmuring about why one of the strippers stopped. Tyler flashed him a glance, and if he knew what he was doing he was too coked out of his mind to notice. He wore a vicious grin.
Bryce wanted to kill him.
Instead of ruining his job and taking it out on Cathy and Tyler, Bryce remembered who he was supposed to be. Caligula. One of the most lecherous men in history. Wearing a smile that put Tyler’s to shame, Bryce lost himself totally in his role. Now wedding bands were invitations, sheepish glances quiet promises. In the sea of women, any of them would have fucked him, and he rested on eyes on who he wanted.
Thrusting to the beat of some remixed rap some, he stepped back to the platinum haired girl. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she put her hands on her cleavage and leaned away from the head of his cock. She nervous laughed again, glancing at her friends as if they’d help. Instead, they cheered her on, woo’ing and pushing on her head.
“Suck his dick!”
“Go, Valery, look at that cock!” One squealed. The chants grew. Peer pressure rose. She looked up at him, biting her lip and fluttering whorish eyelashes and those incredible blue eyes at him. Opening her mouth, she tentatively took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
If he were in the right state of mind he would have just let her suck his dick a bit before going back to the bachelorette who really wanted it, but as he was now there was no one he wanted to ravage as much as this girl – Valery, her friends called her.
Resting his hands on her head, he slowly encouraged her to swallow more of his cock. She obliged, finally adding a hand to her work while he friends fondled his balls. Bryce thought about Cathy watching his, and the petty rage wanted him to do more. He reached down, tugging at Valery’s shirt in a wordless command.
A command she surprisingly followed, popping off his cock for a moment to pull her blouse off. He didn’t even have to grab her bra. She undid the strap and let her porcelain breasts spill out, nipples soft and pink. She leaned forward again, slurping on his dick and cranking her neck as she sucked him.
Now he had her.
Bryce waved his hands in the air, trying to hype up the crowd. It worked, some girls on their feet and clapping to the beat and the cheers. Glancing over his shoulder, he spied Cathy’s hurt stare as Tyler pulled her to her feet and flipped her skirt up for everyone to see her heart shaped ass. Something tasted bad in Bryce’s throat, and he turned his attention back to Valery, who was sucking him as if that was all she could do.
Pulling his dick out of her mouth, he grabbed her face and pulled her into a wet, tart kiss. There was some booze on her breath, but not as much as the bachelorette. He pulled back from her and was stunned for a moment by how viciously blue her eyes were. They really were incredible, like cut stones.
“Raw, or condom?” He breathed into her mouth.
“Raw,” mumbled Valery. Her voice was huskier than he thought it would be, which only made him harder – as if that were possible. Grabbing her by her armpits, he lifted her to her feet and led her over to one of the tables bolted into the ground. To the many cheers and heightened noise of the crowd, he pulled her leggings down. Her skin was perfectly pale, and after a couple of sharp slaps to her ass, her cheeks turned pink. She wore a dark thong, but Bryce pulled it down to her ankles.
Valery stepped out of it, gripping the edge of the table, bone knuckle white as he took position behind her. He dragged his cock against her pussy before slipping in. She was tight too, probably only encouraged by her friends to come to something like this and never expecting to get fucked. She let out a low groan, clamping down on him as he slowly fit inside of her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” breathed Valery. “Fuck, big, fuck.” It was like her brain had short circuited. Bryce glanced over just in time to see Cathy being lifted up by Tyler and squealing as he dropped her on his cock.
Bryce’s brain turned off.
The flesh of Valery’s hips practically melted under his grip, her back dimples visible in the painful lighting. His cock hurt something terrible now, but it was at odds with the pain in his temples as he tried not to think about what was going on behind him. The clap of his hips against her ass was audible even above the music, and if not for the table he would have knocked it over. Each thrust caused her asscheeks to ripple.
“H-holy f-fuck, wait,” moaned Valery. Bryce didn’t listen, grabbing a soft, milky thigh and yanking her leg high into the air and drooping it over his shoulder. The position produced some oo’s and ah’s from the crowd, a few of the women even rubbing themselves at the sight. Valery stared at him in wonder over her shoulder, eyes swimming with color and breasts jumping with every thrust.
Her thighs glistened from how wet she was, and even though Bryce could see Cathy getting railed out the corner of his eye, he was only focused on fucking Valery. Her body shook around him as she tensed and came around him. She groaned through her teeth, pussy clamping hard and forcing him to slow down. Still, Bryce fucked her through the orgasm, his chiseled physique giving him the stamina he needed to keep going. It also helped he imagined himself emulating the great Emperor, surrounded by his harem, having his way with the meekest of them all.
Bryce flipped her around, causing her to yelp as she was dropped back first onto the table. He pulled her toward him, cock resting on her stomach, light casting it green, then pink, then neon blue. Were they flashing faster? He reached out to grab his shaft, quivering in anticipation and biting her lip. Her body glistened with sweat, and there was something so dramatic and enticing about the way her pale body absorbed the colors around her, warping her into some fractured, kaleidoscopic succubus.
“P-please,” she breathed.
He grabbed her hips and pushed himself back in. She pressed her hands against his abs, as if that would slow him down. He was so close now, and he could still see that fucking bastard out of the corner of his eye, hear Cathy screaming just above the din of the crowd and the grinding reverberations of the remix.
Bryce focused on Valery instead, pinching a nipple and drawing a moan out of her in response. Her legs locked around him, pulling her in. It was always the shy ones that wanted it the most. She was fit enough to have a figure, and he took it all in, especially since he knew that he’d never see this girl again. But that was fine. He got to fuck girls like this for his *job*. What was a relationship? Love? Did Caligula give a fuck about any of that?
Valery squealed and came a second time, grinding her hips quickly against him. He felt the pressure rising in his balls, pushing toward the head of his cock. Pulling out, he yanked her off the table and only the floor. The women around him cheered as he jerked off over her face. Valery opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, face flashing a dozen different colors, eyes glittering with need.
He groaned loudly as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum in her mouth and then in her eyes. People threw their hands up, clapping loudly and hooting with joy. He could hear Tyler nearly finishing himself, the other side of the room cheering too. Valery had to close an eye because of some cum stuck in it, and she licked a thick strand off her lips.
“F-fuck,” she breathed. He grinned down at her as she sucked the rest out of the head of his cock.
“Make some noise for our boys!” DJ Shakes said, which was their cue to fuck off. Party over. Bryce turned away from Valery, who was still naked on her knees and leaning against the table. He felt her eyes on his back as he collected his thong and toga. Tyler was ahead of him, dancing toward the back room. He spotted Cathy getting to her feet, cum dripping off her chin and a pained look in her eye as they locked gazes.
Bryce turned back to Valery, shot her a wink, and disappeared into the back.
“Holy fuck, what a wild crowd,” breathed Tyler, slumping into the chair and wet with sweat. “You bagged yourself one fine bitch, you sad fuck.”
“S’pose so.” Bryce said, realizing he still hated Tyler’s guts.
“That girl I got with though, she kinda looked like that one you always stare at before the shows.” Tyler talked as he pulled out some more coke. He always did it once before and once after. Yulia’s heels clacked toward them, probably to inform them of an after party and pay them for the show. Bryce watched his co-star rail a line off the desk and smiled softly to himself.
“Yeah, just a bit.”
He tossed the old photo when he got back home later that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dej3u7/stripping_at_the_bachelorette_party_mf_stripping
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