Hi, so I got many requests about this particular story, so I’ll thought I would share with the community. feel free to AMA to fill in anything that I probably missed. Also, this happened in my personal life, so this isn’t a work story or client. FYI, I feel like it’s TLDR, so I’m sorry in advance.
This was last year, and I’m already well established in my modeling/stripping/escorting career. I was personal friends with the groom and later the bride when she entered his life. He, and the other groomsmen, know about my career, but they never made a move or asked. To the groom, I was ‘one of the guys’ or ‘bro’ or whatever you men call each other. She knew that I modeled and stripped but not about escorting.
He was always the player type, sleeping around, juggling multiple women, tinder, etc… Focused on his looks, he’s a gym rat, working out constantly and stuff. Always the party guy type, he has a great fun personality and always got in trouble. I would have never thought that he would settle down and get married, but the bride is such a sweet girl and was able to tame him down. When they were picking the wedding party, I was happy to be a bridesmaid (really a groomsman for him) at their wedding.
Anyways, fast forward to the wedding and the girls are getting ready. You know, hair, makeup, champagne, getting dressed in the hotel suite. The girls go out and take their pictures, and do all that wedding stuff. We’re back in the suite, and that’s when the text messages start coming in from the groomsmen. I’m reading that the groom is freaking out, super nervous, basically having a panic attack. They think that he is going to bail, and ask me to come over to try to help them. I’m kind of nervous myself, because knowing the groom, he may indeed bail, which would be awful for this bride. We have some time to kill before the ceremony, and the bride and MOH want to redo some more bridal pictures. So I ask them if I can check in with the groom and guy, and they said that they didn’t need me until the ceremony.
So I basically haul ass to the elevator and towards the guys suite. As I enter the room, the groom is freaking the fuck out. The groomsmen are reasoning with him, pleading that he’s going crazy and stuff. I approach him, and was able to calm him down a little, at least get him out of his hysteria. He basically reveals that he’s nervous about being with one woman for the rest of his life. Admits that it has been hard to remain faithful and had an opportunity to cheat recently, but didn’t. He wanted to get that last fuck in but didn’t. That screwed with his head and that’s why he’s freaking out now. (typical man)
That’s when he jumps up from the couch and decides it is time to go. The guys and me basically stand up, and get in his way to the door. The groom is ready to leave and bail on the wedding.
I panic myself, out of options here, and approach him and suggest that maybe I can help?
The groom looks at me with this bewildered look, asking me what I am talking about…
I suggest that maybe I can help give him his lost opportunity for a last fuck. That if I did, then maybe that will help and he would stay?
He’s trying to rationalize this, no, this wouldn’t make sense. We’re friends, we’ve never done anything close to this.
I feel like I’m finally connecting, so I just go for it. Yeah, but tell me, can you honestly say that you haven’t thought about it? I start to flirt more, as my hands explore his body (he was pretty jacked and ripped). It would be our little secret, as I would never tell. I look back at the groomsmen, who are just watching at this point, and they also agree to keep their mouths shut.
He replies, but you know how I am, I fuck like there is no tomorrow. Are you okay if I go crazy? Are you really cool with this? Are you sure?
And I go in for the close. Listen, you have been one of my best friends (he has), and honestly I’ve been wanting to fuck for the longest time (I have). So why don’t we have this secret fuck together, and I can finally be the slut I’ve always wanted to be for you (for the longest time).
He finally acquiesces, as his hand slides down my back and firmly grabs the ass he’s about to ravage. He says something like, You know, I’m going to fuck your brains out, right? I’m going to turn you into my cum whore, right? At this very moment, I had turned from his friend and a ‘bro’ to this slut basically begging to fuck him.
I smile and nod, giving him a kiss. I whisper thank you (breathing a huge sigh of relief). I turn around, and give my hotel room key to one of the other guys, and ask him to retrieve a bag from my room. In the meantime, I text the girls, and check in on time. We’re perfectly fine on time, as I said that I’m just going to chill here and walk over with the guys when it’s time. That’s cool with them. The groomsman come back from my room, and hands me my bag. I whisper to him, to keep the groom occupied, get him a drink or something, while I freshen up.
When I’m in the bathroom, I open my bag and pull out some slutty lingerie. I had planned to use this later that night, after the wedding, with a lucky guy I found at the wedding. I never thought I would be using this for the groom. So I change, exchanging my bridesmaid dress for the slut lingerie outfit. I head back out, and present myself to the groom and the groomsmen.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8p6nwj/im_a_model_stripper_escort_the_day_that_i_fucked
Well that explains why you were able to respond to me so quickly, I didn’t realize I commented just as you were about to finish typing this out and editing it. Was actually going to delete my comment because it was an in-the-moment thing and made on an impulse but… Yeah, lol.
You write wonderfully, though, I like how casual your tone and language is and how streamlined you make an entire day’s worth of time come across as. The one thing I do want to bring up is that you might want to do quotation marks around the dialogue parts – paraphrased, yeah, but still dialogue and it might make it read easier for some people.
I paraphrased and slightly edited for flow. So like 98% is accurate, with the last 2% edited to make it more readable.
Could you describe your own appearance for the story?
To anyone reading this, before you ask some “How could you? On his wedding day?!” bullshit … because it’s a huge turn on to be the last woman before the last woman. To be the dirty little secret he carries around in his mind. And to some women, sex is just sex. Not all women fall in love in bed.
Also, I was a grooms last gift to himself before he got married. The situation was different from this one in that I knew and was friends with the groom but not the bride. Didn’t know her but what I did know made me not like her. That made it a little simpler for me. And for me, I resisted him for as long as I could. But he was absolutely gorgeous and we had great chemistry. And once he kissed me? Well. I was a done deal after that. He’d been hinting at being with me for a couple of months and I was being incredibly dense. It took kissing me for me to get the hint.
Write part 2! LOL
Edited to fix a typo. They make me crazy.
Are you working on the rest?
Did the girls wonder why all the sudden your hair and make up were a mess…?
Awesome story, I am now your follower:)
Can’t wait to read the rest of the story
There needs to be a part 2 ASAP. :)
Out of curiosity…are you a model/stripper/escort?