[MF] I Became an Impromptu Stripper for a Bachelorette Party. Long Story

This happened two years ago. I was visiting Nashville to see my brother who lives there. As some of you might know, Nashville has become the new capital of bachelorette parties. It’s impossible not to run into a group of bridesmaids when you’re there on any given weekend.

My brother, his girlfriend, and I were at a bar, and as it was starting to close, we walked outside to leave. My brother and his gf were going back to his apartment, but because I hate sleeping on couches, and a couch was the only soft surface available at his place, I had already booked a hotel room for the night. After making plans to meet in the morning for brunch, my brother and his gf left in their Uber. I was standing outside waiting for mine, which was 5 minutes away in the after bar traffic, when I was approached by three girls. One of them did all the talking.

Girl: “Are you a stripper?”

Me, taken aback and confused: “No, I’m not, haha.”

I was wearing my normal casual outfit. A well-fitted button-up shirt, khaki pants, and plain brown dress shoes

Girl: “Well you look like you should be a stripper.”

Me: “Thank you. I just try to stay in shape.”

Girl: “Here’s the thing. I’m here for my friend’s bachelorette party. We fly back to Canada tomorrow morning, and we haven’t taken her to a strip club yet, and everything is closing soon. Will you come back to our airbnb and strip for her? There are 12 of us in the group.”

It took me all of two seconds to cancel my Uber and follow them to their two Uber vans. My Uber driver called me pissed because I cancelled when he was almost to me, but I told him there would be someone else requesting a ride soon since the bars were closing. I sat in the back row of the van between two of the girls in the group who approached me. The bride sat up front, and I introduced myself to her. As we were on the way to their rented house, the girl who did all the talking earlier started rubbing me through my pants. She said to the bride with an impressed tone in her voice, “You’re about to have a good time.”

When we got to the house, I hung out in the kitchen and introduced myself to the rest of the girls in the group. We all took a few shots while everyone freshened up. Finally one girl said, “Are you going to strip now?” I’m as white as white can be, and I’m not a great dancer. I’ve never stripped before, but I was drunk enough and didn’t want to disappoint them, so I said “Let’s do it.” They sat the bride in a chair and turned on that Pony song from Magic Mike, and I started doing my best imitation of a stripper. I felt awkward at first, but once the girls started screaming whenever I would undo a button or take a piece of clothing off, I got into it. I got down to my underwear, but I read the vibes from the bride that she didn’t really feel comfortable with me taking my underwear off, so I kept them on.

I think the dance only lasted two songs before one of the girls said, “Let’s go to the pool.” The house they rented had a pool in the communal area of the neighborhood. We all walked outside, but the gate to the pool was locked since it was closed. So we all decided to jump the fence and swim anyway. I hoisted each girl over the fence, then climbed over myself. When we were beside the pool, we stripped down into our underwear and all jumped in. We swam around for a bit and talked. I was never talking to all twelve girls at once. They would be in groups amongst themselves socializing and occasionally a few would swim over and talk to me.

Eventually one of the girls said, “You should take your underwear off,” and I said, “I’ll do it if the bride takes hers off first.” They immediately turned to her and told her to do it, and she said she would only do it if the rest of them did. All of us ended up taking our underwear off and swimming around naked, taking shots of vodka from a bottle one of the girls brought out to the pool with her. At one point, all of the girls swam to one end of the pool and had a group discussion. I figured it was girl talk, so I stayed at the opposite end and chilled. Finally, two of the girls swam over to me. They said, “The rest of the girls have boyfriends or are scared,” and they both started kissing me. They grabbed my cock and started jerking me off in the pool. One of them turned back to the group and said, “It’s even bigger when it’s hard.” This continued for a few minutes, with two girls on me and the rest watching and giggling as the sun started to come up.

An old lady was walking her dog in the early morning hours, saw us all in the pool, and interrupted the fun. She started yelling at us that we shouldn’t be in the pool, asking what house we lived in, and saying she was going to call the police. We all scrambled out of the pool laughing. One of the girls ran to the pool gate and realized that it opened from the inside even when locked. That would have saved us a lot of trouble getting in, but we all ran out of the pool naked holding our clothes and went back to the house.

Once we were back in the house, most of the girls went to bed while the two girls from the pool stayed in the kitchen with me. Once everyone else was upstairs, I sat on the couch while the two girls from the pool took my pants back off and started a double blowjob. I don’t know why I didn’t offer to fuck them, but I was enjoying the sight of both of them going down on me. They didn’t want to have to clean up a facial when I asked if that’s where I could come, so I ended up just coming in one of the girl’s mouth. After another shot or two, they went upstairs to join their friends and I sat back down on the couch trying to process what had just happened.

I was sitting there for about five minutes when a different girl walked downstairs. I assumed she was coming for a glass of water or something, but she walked over to me and sat next to me on the couch. We started kissing, and she moved my hand between her legs to finger her. She was already soaking wet by the time I touched her. She started rubbing my cock through my pants. But with the combination of me not being in my teens/early 20s anymore along with drinking all night and being awake for almost 24 hours at this point, I couldn’t get hard right away. So I just kept fingering her and kissing her until she had an orgasm. I told her, “If we wait a few more minutes, I’ll get hard and I can fuck you.” I don’t know if girls have post-orgasm clarity the same way men do, but she said, “No, I actually have a boyfriend back home, and I would feel guilty if we fucked. I’m just going to go back upstairs.” I told her that was fair, and she went back to join her friends.

I hate sleeping on couches, and I didn’t want any awkwardness in the morning when the girls sobered up and all came downstairs, so I decided to order an Uber to take me back to my hotel to sleep for a few hours before brunch. It took 15 minutes for the Uber to get there because of the remote area of the neighborhood and because of what time it was, but as I was opening the door to leave, a different girl from the other ones came downstairs. She asked where I was going. I said I was going to my hotel to sleep, and she asked if she could come with me. She said they were so crammed in tight upstairs that it wasn’t comfortable enough for her to sleep. She said she just had to make sure she was back by 10AM so she could pack and go to the airport with the rest of the group.

So we shared the Uber back to my hotel on the opposite side of town. We got into the room and started making out right away. She went down on me, I went down on her, and I put on the condom and fucked her. There were no performance issues this time, and I ended up going through three condoms. I guess because the sun was fully up by then, it felt like a new day and I got my second wind. Once I was done with her, she took a shower. We got into bed together and closed the blackout curtains. She slept for an hour, but I was too energized by what had just happened that I couldn’t sleep. I woke her up at 9 and ordered an Uber for her to get her back to the house. It was the least I could do. I walked her to the hotel lobby, gave her a quick kiss, and she was on her way.

I ended up not sleeping that night. When my brother, his gf, and one of her friends met me for brunch, they said I looked like a zombie. I told them the story of what happened. My brother’s gf and her friend just rolled their eyes and laughed and said, “Yeah, that sounds about right for the bachelorette parties here.” My brother nervously chuckled. I think he was afraid to congratulate me or anything because he didn’t want his gf to think he wished it were him in the scenario.

I didn’t get any of the girls’ numbers, and I don’t use any social media, so I haven’t kept in contact with them or been able to look at their pictures and reminisce. It’s just a great memory for me, and sometimes I wonder if they randomly remember that night as well.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/alja2m/mf_i_became_an_impromptu_stripper_for_a