41 comments/ 167118 views/ 125 favorites How NOT to Stop a Gangbang By: fastandsloppy (Note from the Author: Although this is a gangbang story, as you have probably guessed by the title, there is quite a varied catalog of other deviant sexual behavior that my misguided heroine encounters on her odyssey of debauchery. If you do not have an open mind about a wide variety of sexual situations perhaps you should move on and read one of the dozen or so stories about werewolves fucking vampires that were probably posted today. It would sadden me if, after logging into a website devoted to erotic writing, you wound up being offended by something you thought was yucky in a story with the word "gangbang" in the title. I do not wish to offend, only to entertain. Thank you, Dear Reader. Now, on to our tale...) *** It all started on the Tuesday before my wedding. Once again, I'd come home from work a couple of hours early because I'd found that the planning involved in my upcoming wedding was a good excuse to show up late, leave early, not show up at all, or, when I did show up, do a half-assed job. I was riding the wedding excuse right into the fucking ground. If everything hadn't already been planned and paid for I would've seriously considered delaying it for a few more months just for the slacking benefits. Of course two days later I got fired, so perhaps I wasn't quite as clever as I thought. Now that I think about it, that last sentence pretty much sums up this whole goddamned story. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You'll become familiar with my shortcomings soon enough. So, anyway, I got home early and came inside by going around the back of the house through the kitchen door. I can't remember why. Life would have been a hell of a lot easier if I'd used the front door. As I entered the kitchen I could hear my fiancé Chuck and my brother Adam in the next room trying to talk over the sound of the TV which Adam had turned too loud, as usual. I knew they hadn't heard me come in. If they had, Chuck would have come rushing over to try to make nicey-nice and otherwise soothe my lingering anger. We'd had a big fight the night before for which I'd still hadn't forgiven him and it was making him miserable. But he was oblivious to my presence and remained rooted in my parent's living room, having a mostly one sided conversation shouted at him by my brother over reruns of Battlestar Gallactica. "Dude, it's gonna be off the fuckin' hook," shouted Adam. "What?" asked Chuck. Adam repeated himself, "I said your fuckin' bachelor party is gonna be... Off. The. Fuckin'. Hook." "Yeah," said Chuck. He didn't seem to be equal to Adam's enthusiasm. As I stood there undetected, I was hoping that he was feeling rotten even without me there to remind him I was still pissed. I didn't like the idea of Adam setting up Chuck's bachelor party. True, Adam is my brother, but he's an asshole and a pervert and the only good thing he'd ever done for me was bring his friend Chuck over so I could make him fall in love with me. I couldn't begin to imagine the sick stuff he was dreaming up. Actually, I could. That was the problem. "Seriously. Dude. I just got a call. I'm settin' us up with a smokin' hot bitch. After she does the usual stripper shit, the slut lets everyone fuck her. Everyone. It's gonna be a triple-fucking-X gang-bang man!" "Yeah," said Chuck. Yeah? He says fucking 'Yeah'!? I thought, furious. Chuck was going to dip his prick in some skank with the rest of his buddies? Sick. What kind of woman would let herself be used like that; just being passed around by a crowd of guys looking for any hole to stick it in. Imagine that, dicks in your vag, in your mouth, probably up your butt; maybe all at once? Gross. Imagine the mess; the smell. Ugh. I realized my right hand was in my crotch, absentmindedly pressing on my clit through my clothes. The realization flustered me and brought me up short just before I burst into the living room full of recriminations and righteous fury. I knew I had to stop this. And, even more important, I had to teach Chuck a lesson. He had to learn that the days of side-kicking along on Adam's stupid adventures were over. And I had an idea how. Slipping back outside from the kitchen I trotted around to the front of the house and re-entered through the foyer just off the living room. I played it cool as I got a sweet make-up kiss from Chuck that caused Adam to roll his eyes. As I went up to my room I was able to snag Adam's cell phone off the sideboard. Quickly I checked his recently received numbers, made a few notes and got the phone back downstairs undetected. I would've been a great spy. The next day at work I was ignoring my caseload and following up on the numbers I'd cribbed from Adam's phone when I found the one I was looking for: Focus Escorts. It was in a seedy part of downtown not far from work. Feeling pleased with my investigative skills, I drove over at lunch to check them out. The place was in an old run down storefront. The original big display windows were now sealed up with large sheets of warped plywood painted the same badly faded red as the rest of the two story brick building. The only indication of the business within was a badly laminated, eight by ten sign thumb tacked to the door. "FOCUS ESCORTS. M-Sat: Noon-10pm. Or by appt.," it said. It was 12:10 so I went on in. The woman who greeted me looked like she had been a goddess once, but was now decades past her expiration date. She sat behind a large glass desk in a surprisingly well appointed office in the front room of the building. Her tight black dress barely contained her ample, leathery tits which rested on the desk as she leaned forward. She brushed a wisp of brittle looking peroxide blond hair from her face and looked at me over the top of her red reading glasses. "Hi Honey" she said as I entered. She looked me up and down with a practiced eye, cocking her brow in an expression that registered approval. "You lookin' for work?" "No," I said with a little too much vehemence. I could see by her frown that she didn't care to be judged by the likes of me. "Looking for a good time then?" she said; pushing my buttons; deliberately trying to irritate me. "Umm, no. I'm actually here to ask a favor." "I'm not known for giving away favors for free, honey," she said, fishing a cigarette from her pack on the desk. "If you know what I mean." This was going badly. I've always had a problem with other women. They just don't like me. Part of it was that I was raised with two brothers and so I didn't relate to women very well. But the main problem is that I'm thin with good tits, a nice ass, thick, shoulder length red hair and a pretty, lightly freckled face with big, dark brown eyes that can melt a man's soul. To be brutally honest, I'm hot and other girls hate me for it. I tried to salvage the situation, awkwardly blurting out, "I can make it worth your while." "I bet you can sweetie, I bet you can," she said with a leer, leaning back in her chair. "Let's hear what you want." "I'm supposed to get married in a few days..." I started. "And you want to cancel your hubby's party," she sighed. "Why can't guys keep their shit discrete? Christ." "I thought I'd show up instead and surprise him." "Look darling, I got a business to run and I got a professional reputation to maintain. Word of mouth is everything in this goddamn business." "I'll pay for the evening," I protested. "Well, I am short on girls right now and that would free up some talent," she paused; thinking; looking me over. "Take your clothes off." "What!?" "If you are going to show your goodies to your hubby's buddies you might as well show them to me." I had no intention of showing my brothers and all their asshole friends my "goodies", but for once in my life I decided to keep my big mouth shut. I'd just show this dried up old whore my stuff, get the address of the party and be on my way. "OK," I said. I tried to act nonchalant, but my hands were unsteady as I started undoing the buttons on my blouse. I went through them quickly to get it over with. When I had my shirt open I pulled it off, draped it across the chair, undid the zipper on my skirt and let it fall to the floor. "Very nice," she said as I stood before her in my panties and bra. It was a matching set. White and lacey, they did little to hide my nipples or my little triangle of auburn pubic hair. "All the way?" I asked in as matter-of-fact a voice as I could summon. "Yeah, but wait," she said. Then turning her head slightly she bellowed, "Ernie!" I opened my mouth to protest. I hadn't agreed to put on a show for the whole damn company, but, again, I managed to keep my mouth closed. I needed to shut that party down and I could only do that by playing along with the old slut. Besides, if Chuck was going to grope some hooker right before our wedding it would serve him right if I showed off my tits and snatch to the lowlifes at Focus Escorts. A flabby, balding man in black dress slacks and a shiny red shirt with sweat-stained armpits came through a door in the back of the office. He wheezed when he moved. He stood next to the old bitch and looked me over. His face didn't register any emotion or opinion as he inspected me. "New girl?" he asked. "Umm, sorta... Continue dearie," she said, gesturing at me with her cigarette. My heart was racing as I reached for the clasp on my bra. I suddenly doubted my plan. I wanted to back out now, but the words wouldn't form in my mind; blocked by my spiteful determination. I brought my fingers to the clasp and felt my breasts bounce free. "Not bad Shelia, those're real." Shelia studied me for a few seconds; finally replying to Ernie, "Meh. They're just C's. Ain't they C's honey?" "Yeah, Natural C's." I said with pride. "Yeah, good for you," she said without enthusiasm. "OK, let's see the honey pot." I reached down and with a slight push my panties fell to the floor. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Now what? I thought, but I said nothing. They just looked at me, I mean really looked at me. It was almost as if I could feel their gaze rasp against my skin with a physical force as they coolly considered my tits, my pussy, my stomach, my ass. Standing there with those two skeezy old creeps judging me like fresh meat was awkward, but in a strange way it was titillating. It was kind of like that wet tee-shirt contest I entered in Cancun a few years before. There was a definite thrill in showing off the goods to a bunch of leering dirt-bags. You knew they were just dying for a taste, but you also knew you'd let them die before they ever got any. Sheila got up and walked around the desk towards me. Ernie stayed rooted in place. "Bend over with your hands on the desk," Shelia said. I looked her in the eye, trying to stare her down, but she just stared back with no hint of emotion. I put my hands on the damn desk. "Spread your legs apart," she said from behind me. I moved my feet out a little but I felt her hands reach in and press gently outward on my inner thighs, her long fingernails lightly digging into me. I opened my legs more, until my feet were about a yard apart. Ernie moved around to join Shelia behind me. I just kept my eyes forward, playing it cool, my face calm; bored even. I stood there like I bent over desks and let strangers check out my bare ass and pussy all the time. But honestly, and I don't know what it was, but I was getting turned on. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. What the fuck is wrong with me, I thought. "Holy fuck, that ain't bad," said Ernie. "Yeah," said Sheila blandly. "Smooth, heart shaped, no shitty tattoos; it's primo tail alright." I felt a sweaty palm cup my ass, the finger and thumb nesting right into the crease between my cheek and my thigh, fingertips brushing the moist lips of my pussy. "Hey, watch it," I yelped. "What's wrong kid, you a virgin or something?" he asked. "Hardly," I snorted. I have a low opinion of virgins. They have a way of looking down on you as if keeping their legs closed was some kind of mark of Godly favor. I guess twelve years of being educated by nasty, pent-up nuns put me off the whole idea of abstinence. For some reason Ernie seemed to think that my admitting I wasn't a virgin was excuse enough to slide his other sweaty paw under my other ass cheek. He gave my ass a hard squeeze. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked. "Testing the product darling." Product? Fuck him. I protested, saying, "Hey! Easy. Quit it." But my protestations weren't enough to make his stop or even slow down. I turned my head to shoot him a nasty look but he was gone. I couldn't see him back there even though I could still feel his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart. That's when I felt his lips, tongue and teeth on my ass. I about jumped out of my skin, but his hands held me firm. I shuddered as his mouth nipped, kissed and licked its way over and around the cleft of my butt before his tongue start greedily slurping and pushing at my sphincter. I shuddered at the feeling. I'd never had my ass eaten out before and I was amazed I liked it. I was amazed how much I liked it. I thought of all those times Chuck had tried to get me interested in anal play and I'd rebuff him rudely. Holy shit that tongue felt good. I groaned and everything. I was a little let down when he suddenly stopped, but I was also relieved since I was beginning to get a little freaked out. I wanted to get this... whatever it was, over with. But when I felt something else back there, something firm pushing against my asshole again, I threw a look back over my shoulder. "What the hell are you...OH!" I said as Ernie's prick pushed into my anus. I tried to pull away but I was balanced on the heels of my hands on the big glass desk and Ernie, with his hands on my hips, was practically lifting me off my feet as he began sliding his fat prick in and out of my ass. I couldn't get any leverage to move away. But after Ernie had opened me up with a few slow pushes I was able to take him more easily and I began to enjoy the feel of his cock punishing my ass. I stopped fighting him and leaned forward with my tits and forehead pressed into the glass desktop, my ass thrust up into the air. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. He stopped before he came, which struck me as weird. Why ass-fuck a girl if you're not even going to get off? But he wasn't through. He stepped back and dropped into one of the steel framed chairs lined up against the wall. Peeking back over my shoulder I could see his pants were open and his erection still at attention. "Come here," he said. I don't know why I walked over to stand naked in front of that fat fuck. I should have grabbed my clothes and got out of there. But, I don't know, I guess I was curious. "Get down on your knees," he said. "What? That was just in my butt," I reminded him. "You can leave whenever you want, sugar," said Sheila blandly as she sat on the edge of her desk and lit another cigarette. So there I was, on my knees at the feet of that big son of a bitch, his hard, filthy cock bobbing in front of me. I looked up at him and he just smiled as he reached behind my head and guided my face down onto his shaft. At least it wasn't caked with my shit as I'd feared; I guess his tongue cleaned me out pretty good before his dick got in there (ew!). However his prick had a bitter, metallic kind of taste that wasn't at all pleasant. I fought back a gag as I just let it happen. "Hmm, ATM. Impressive," said Sheila with voice of surprised respect. "Kid's a natural," said Ernie through his shallow, wheezing breaths. "You ever work professionally before?" asked Sheila. I don't know what she was expecting me to say; I had a dick in my fucking mouth. All I was able to give her was an "Unh-Uhh," which translates to "no" in case you aren't used to talking to people with cocks in their mouths. Ernie's hands were still on the back of my head and he started pushing me deeper down on his cock. His fat head was pushing farther and farther back and I tried to resist. He was going to make me puke if he wasn't careful. "Just relax your throat honey, you almost have it," said Sheila helpfully. I could tell by the tone of her voice that I was gaining the old whore's respect. Whoopee for me, right? I followed her advice. I thought of the only relax-your-throat activity I knew. I pretended I was chugging a beer; a fat, smelly, dick-shaped beer. As I opened up and let it uncomfortably push down my throat, my nose disappeared into the grungy mat of public hair that surrounded the base of Ernie's shaft. I couldn't breathe with all that meat blocking off my air, so at least I could barely smell his grimy pubes: thank God. Ernie said to Sheila, "She's perfect. I'll call Nagano when we're done." I wanted to protest that I wasn't perfect because I wasn't taking a job as a goddamned whore. But again, I was too busy taking Ernie's dick down my neck from the tip of his prick back to the veiny base of his shaft to object. To be honest, I was surprised I could do it at all and I was feeling oddly proud at my newfound ability. I noticed the chalky, salty taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. It didn't take long before he thrust my head all the way down onto his meat and began to buck his hips into my face. I could feel his hot juice shooting down my throat. With his cock so far back past my tongue I couldn't taste it, which is lucky, I guess. But I couldn't breathe either. I began to beat on his thighs with my hands as I fought for breath. Finally he released me and I rolled back onto the floor gasping. Ernie stood and pulled up his pants. He winked at me as I lay nude and panting on the floor. "Come by my office any time Red," he said. Then before turning to leave he dug a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed a few bills at me. Feeling shaky and in shock I crawled along the floor collecting my discarded clothes as Sheila uneasily bent her old, top heavy body over to scoop up the scattered money. As I pulled on my clothes I looked with distaste on the handful of twenties she was slowly counting. Looking up from the money she explained, "Ernie thinks it's bad Karma to take it for free from the girls." She peeled off a couple of the bills and shoved them down into her cleavage. "I'm guessing you're not worrying about Karma," I said as her hand came back out empty. "That's my commission sweetie. Business comes before Karma," she said dryly as she put the remaining money in an envelope and dropped it in my purse. "So, you gonna to tell me where my fiancé's fucking bachelor party is?" "Sure toots," she replied. "Once you do me a favor." "Favor? What the hell was that?" I demanded as I pointed to the smudged hand, face and tit prints I'd left on her glass desk. "Only an audition Red, only an audition. But you did fabulous. You really got talent." "Shit," I said. "So who else do I have to screw: You?" "Maybe someday kid, but this is a matter of business. And it won't be nearly as tough as what Ernie just put you through." "Oh really," I said with pointed skepticism. "Oh come on kid, settle down. You're a lot prettier when your face isn't all pissed off like that." "Well gosh golly, I'm awfully sorry ma'am. From whom shall I be getting ass fucked next for you, M'lady?" I responded with, as you may have supposed, heavy sarcasm. Sheila ignored my tone. She continued, "It's one of our biggest accounts, but the girl I usually send ran off with a tattoo artist and I'm in a bind because my only free A-lister just got picked up for a parole violation." How NOT to Stop a Gangbang It surprises me sometimes how goddamned vain I am. I actually felt proud when I realized that she was considering me an A-list girl. "What would I have to do?" "Easy-peasey deary. It's just a group of Japanese businessmen. They're far from home and very lonely. They meet once a month and party. They just like to have a naked girl there to admire when they feel the need to, ah, pleasure themselves." "If they're homesick wouldn't they want a Japanese girl?" "They ain't gonna be looking at your face too much kiddo," she said with a wry smile. "Besides you're very pretty and I think they'll dig your, ah, natural red hair." She nodded towards my snatch as she said "natural". "Shit," I said, considering it. This whole plan was turning out to be a much bigger pain in the ass than I anticipated (literally!). But looking back on how far I'd gone I realized I might as well see it through. "OK," I said. "Where do you need me to go?" "I won't know until later honey. Call me at five," she said, handing me a card. "I'll clue you in then." *** I got back from lunch twenty minutes late and got an annoyed look from my boss as I went back to my cubical to fret the afternoon away and worry about what I was getting myself into. It was a long fucking afternoon too. My ass was sore from getting my butt cherry popped by Ernie and each minute in my chair was torture. Plus I was also wildly horny. I hadn't come during my "audition" and I was still pretty hot. If I wasn't already in trouble for absenteeism I would have left for the day. But I was, so I didn't. I was digging around in my purse for some Motrin of Advil or something to ease the ache in my ass when I remembered the envelope of money Sheila had put in my purse. Curious, I opened it up. There was a hundred and twenty dollars in there. Great, I thought, I'm now officially a whore; and a cheap whore at that. I felt a little sick. "Early wedding present?" asked a voice behind me. It was Beth; Beth the dyke. Beth was a short haired, pants suit wearing, Toyota pick-up truck driving lez who'd had a thing for me since we attended our initial employee orientation together. She'd hinted propositions to me over the years and I'd made out with her at the office Christmas party, but she finally seemed to have got the hint and had become just another work friend. "Yeah, uh, wedding..." I replied idiotically. I'm glad she provided the answer to her own question because my mind was so full of visions of Asian guys ogling me and stroking their cocks that I might have just blurted out "Oh I'm letting guys sodomize me for cash now." "That's cool," Beth replied lamely. That's when I noticed Beth was wearing a skirt. A Skirt! Beth never, never, never wore a dress or skirt; much less one that showed her knees. Obviously this was big news. "You're wearing a fucking skirt!" I observed with all due surprise. The guy in the next cubical, a zombie-eyed Born-Again Christian asshole named Gary, cleared his throat in disapproval of my saucy vocabulary. I rolled my eyes and Beth giggled quietly. "Yeah," she said, blushing like a school girl. I saw then that her fire for me still burned. "I thought, since you are getting married in a few days, we could go out for a couple of drinks. You know, a girls night out," she said putting little air quotes around "girls night out" with her long, big knuckled fingers. As puppy-love-struck Beth stood there smiling dopily at me I saw a way out of my current predicament, or at least one of my current predicaments, since I seemed to have been collecting predicaments lately. Casually I said, "Hey, I was going to head to the ladies room, you wanna come along?" Of course she did. I suggested we go use the toilets on the fifth floor, since they're cleaner. And they were cleaner too, but mostly because the entire call center had been laid off and the only people left on five were the programming group and that department was a total sausage-fest. So, when we got there we had the place to ourselves. "Looks like we have the place to ourselves," I said. "Yeah," said Beth. She was looking at me with those big hazel doe eyes of hers. If she'd taken out sparkly flags and done a little "I Want To Eat Your Pussy At Least Once Before You Get Married And I Lose You Forever" dance, her desires couldn't have been clearer. I loitered by the door. As Beth looked at me I reached back and clicked shut the deadbolt. Beth's eyebrows shot up into her bangs. The timid hope in her face made her look genuinely pretty. "I was just thinking..." I said. "Yeah?" "I'm getting married soon, and my single days will be over." "Yeah?" "Well, I'm not having a bachelorette party or anything and, well, I thought since we've been pretty close since we started working here, we might, you know, party," I said like it was just occurring to me. It was a lie, of course. We'd never been close. But since I was intending to use poor Beth for an easy orgasm I'd decided to lead her on. Beth was visibly struggling to keep her hope muted. Biting her lip, she said, "Umm, party how?" Looking her in the eye, I stepped up close to her. She melted as my tits brushed her blouse. "Oh come on, Beth," I said breathily. "Use your imagination." She rocketed into me. Her tongue was down my throat; her hands were all over my ass, up under my shirt and squeezing my tits. In her clumsy rush to get my shirt open and my skirt off I was worried she was going rip my clothes to shreds. I had to coo softly to her to slow down and cooing softly isn't something that comes natural to me. I think she was worried I might change my mind. With my help she got me stripped and up on the faux agate counter top in pretty short order. I had hoped to only remove my panties so she could eat me out and I could be on my way, but she really, really wanted access to the whole playground. I'm glad she was so fucking persistent because Beth knew her way around a woman's body. Her skill as she gently chewed my nipples, licked my body from jaw line to inner thigh and sucked on my clit while fucking me with her index and middle fingers sent me over the edge not once, but twice. I was left a pleased puddle of hot redhead when she finally and reluctantly pulled her pussy smeared face from between my legs and gave me a sweet sloppy grin. But then she said, "My turn." And I realized that, in my horny desperation I hadn't really thought this whole thing through. If you feel the need to comment that not thinking thing through seems to be a defining characteristic of mine, well, you can just hold your goddamned breath. I don't know why, but I had assumed I wouldn't have to reciprocate. But as Beth stepped back and began pulling off her clothes I realized I was in a bind. Sure I'd kissed a few girls in my day, especially at a parties with half a dozen tequila shots in me and hot guys egging me on, and sure, I'd scissored and fingered with my cousin Jo Anne one boring night at her parents lake cabin after some local kids got us high, but pussy eating is something I had avoided successfully for all of my twenty three years and I wasn't eager to dive into it now. But Beth looked so happy and so hopeful I just couldn't say no as she climbed up on the counter next to me and opened her thin chicken legs to display her specially trimmed bush and distended, dripping wet lips. What the hell, I thought as she looked down at her ready pussy and then back at me. Can't be any worse than eating a dick straight out of my ass, I thought. And you know what? It wasn't too bad. Obviously she was an optimistic dyke because not only had she "trimmed the garden" and shaved her legs right up past her panty line but she had apparently douched with some kind of tasty blend of lavender and jasmine in anticipation for my hoped-for visit. So my unease evaporated as I settled in to do my duty. I'd had some crappy cunnilingus in my time but you have to give men some slack because they don't have the same equipment and they aren't very imaginative besides. But for a woman, well, it's pretty obvious what feels good down there, so I did a damn fine job. I tugged at her pussy lips with my mouth, I licked and probed her hole, I flicked and prodded her clit with my tongue as I played with her little mosquito bite A-cup tits. All the while Beth gulped and purred like a happy kitten drowning in catnip flavored milk. She was so turned on her pussy drool started squirting, actually squirting, all over my freckly face. Soon it was dripping from my chin and running in little rivulets down my neck and chest. When she came after just a few minutes I was almost disappointed it was over. But I broke up the party anyway because we were on the clock and I didn't want anyone wondering what happened after seeing me wandered off with the office lesbo. We helped each other clean up because we were both pretty well basted in each others' broth. Facing each other naked and filthy, we washed each others' skin with hand soap and paper towels. Beth lingered on every inch of my body and kept trying to start things up again. Eventually I was actually pushing her away. She was like a famished beast. "Please, let's go out to dinner tonight," Beth begged. "Just once." "I'm sorry, Beth, I have things I have to do." She looked so sad, like her sweet little dream was over. I felt oddly crappy. I didn't think that using her and throwing her away like I did would cause me to feel like such a jerk, but it did. Usually I don't get so sentimental about these things. *** I called Chuck at quarter to five and told him I was going out with Beth from work so I wouldn't be around tonight. "Isn't she the lesbian?" he asked. I caught a thread of faint hope in his voice. Men are all perverts. "No," I said. "Different Beth." After getting off the phone I called Sheila. She sounded relieved that I'd phoned as promised. She told me where to go and gave me directions. The "event" was at some hotel up by the airport. "And honey, dress young," Sheila said. "What?" "You go to Catholic school?" "Actually, yeah." "Uniform still fit?" "How the hell should I know?" "Well, if it does, wear that. If not... just dress young." "And what do I need to do again?" I asked. I was feeling very anxious. "Just show up, dressed young, undress slooooowly, suck a few dicks, let them jack off and you're done." "Wait," I said. "I thought you said there was no touching. I thought they were just going to leer at me and circle jerk." "I never said that." "I have to give head now?" "Honey, for the amount of money they're paying you gotta expect to suck some cock." "Fuck." I was thinking furiously. Did she deceive me or did I deceive myself? So much weird shit had happened that day I wasn't even sure. "Well, OK." "That's a good girl. Just try to enjoy yourself and call me when you're done." "Ok... Bye." "Oh, sweetie one last thing." "Yeah" "Dress young." "Yeah. Young," I said and hung up. I felt sick. What the hell was I getting myself into? I leaned back in my chair to gulp some air and wait for my panic attack to pass when I saw Gary, my Christian asshole coworker looming up on the other side of our shared wall. He was scowling at me. "I don't know what you are up to young lady, but you should think about your eternal soul before you go through with it," he said. I felt myself blush vividly. I'd forgotten myself entirely; stupid, stupid girl. Unconvincingly I pointed at him with both hands and said "Ah ha! Gotcha!" He just shook his head and disappeared back down into his cubical like he had been summoned back to the grave. I was uneasy on the drove home. I was now feeling sure that there would be more than a couple dicks to suck and a lot of tossing-off that night. I resolved to drop the whole thing and deal with the Chuck and Adam situation some other way. Then I stiffened my spine and refused to let the sacrifices I'd already put into this plan go to waste. Then I'd decide to go through with it. Then I'd chicken out again. Then I'd be back in; et cetera, et cetera all the way home. But when I got home Adam was there and he helped me decide. "Hey ugly, I think Chuck is pretty stoked about the bachelor party," he said. "Fuck you, cunt," I said. We had such a good rapport. "Personally, I think he's just pretending he's gonna marry you because he's dying to have me to throw him an awesome bash." "I'll give you an awesome bash if you don't get outta my face." "I should tell him I don't like getting played and cancel the whole thing, but I figure if he's willing to nail your skanky box for one of my parties, well, he's earned it in my book." "You motherfucker I'm going to..." And that's when mom walked in. I don't know about your mother, but mine didn't seem to like hearing me refer to her son as someone who is currently fucking her. I got quite an earful as Adam smirked at me from behind her back. She suggested we dye my wedding dress black if I was going to throw around language like that. Reduced to the status of a teenager again, I rolled my eyes and shut myself in my room where I wished, not for the first time, that I hadn't screwed up so spectacularly every time I'd tried living in my own apartment. If only Chuck's parents weren't so uptight, and Chuck such a pussy, we'd have moved in together months ago. But I only had a three more days until the wedding, then I'd be free of that hellhole; just a three more days. But first I had to get back at Adam and shut down his fucking gang-bang party. That was absolutely non-negotiable. In my room dug through my drawers and into my closet and finally found my old Saint Theresa's Academy uniform. With relief I discovered it fit, if only barely. My tits and hips had filled out a little in the last five years. However, the resulting tightness of the plaid skirt and white blouse was pretty fucking sexy, I must say. The buttons on my blouse strained so much that I ended up having to leave them un-done down past my boobs. Also, I'd forgotten that a bunch of us girls had hemmed the skirts way up over our knees to piss off the nuns on the last day before graduation. After reviewing the result in the mirror I decided to change into my slutty, undersized red bra; clearly visible through the half open blouse. That really put the look over the top. Checking myself again I decided I was definitely something that guys would like to jack off to. I thought that getting out of the house dressed like a Catholic school girl whore would be difficult, but I threw on a robe, snagged Adam's phone from his room and called in a false alarm on the house behind us. When the fire trucks arrived I slipped out as mom, dad and Adam ran out to the back deck to see what was going on. As I said before, I should have been a spy. I drove up to the airport with the radio blasting loud enough to drown out the persistent, doubting voice in my brain. All thoughts led either to what I was about to do or to what I had already done that day. It was quite an inventory of debauchery; an inventory I didn't want to review just then. In the car outside the hotel, I put on plenty of candy apple red lipstick, dark eye liner, mascara, eye-shadow; the whole slutty spectrum. Then, pulling my hair up into a couple of high pig-tails I was out of the car and tic-tacking across the parking lot on my ridiculous four inch fuck-me heels and thigh-high stockings. I caught a peek at myself reflected in the lobby doors. God damn I looked hot. "Can I help you... Miss?" sneered the concierge as I tottered along towards the elevator in my heels. "Can't talk right now," I replied. "I'm here on important Catholic business." Let me just say that I realize that I have a big mouth and that occasionally I can be a little smart-assed. Over the years I've pissed off family and friends, bosses and co-workers, acquaintances and complete strangers, but this was the first time I noticeably pissed off God himself. Let me explain. I had my first indication the Big G wasn't pleased with me as I stood outside suite 308 listening to the muffled Japanese bla-bla-bla-ing coming from behind the door. I was getting serious cold feet and a much delayed case of perspective. As I was steeling myself to knock on the door and enter a roomful of horny Asian businessmen I finally paused long enough to think "What the fuck am I doing?" So, with my arm held up and my knuckles poised to knock, I finally decided to say "fuck it" and abandon the Japanese jack-off party. I would just call Chuck and yell at him until he agreed to skip Adam's event. This elaborate scheme of mine had already gone way too far. That's when God lowered a mighty toe and kicked me in the ass. Just as I decided to bail out undetected, the door opened un-knocked-upon. A Japanese businessman in a dark blue suit and loosened tie stood leering at me with a lecherous smile on his face. "Ahhhh," he said. "Our special guest is here." Actually he said something like "Our specur guest isa here-a." But I don't feel like trying to do the accents so you can add those in your head if you want. I hesitated, briefly considering running off down the hall and getting out of there, but then his hand was on my elbow and he was pulling me into a swarm of smiling, leering men in white shirts, dark slacks and conservative ties. With my five feet, eight inches on top of four inch heels I could see over the heads of most of them as they bobbed and swirled around me like a sea of balding, dandruff flecked scalps. It was like being sucked out on a horny riptide as I helplessly watched the shore, or in my case, the door, drift further and further away. "Very pretty," They told me. "So sexy," they said. It was all very flattering really, all those thirty, forty and fifty year old men with their sake flushed faces turned to me, literally licking their lips and swabbing the sweat from their brows in a lusty fever. Their faces were kind and grateful, their actions polite as they guided me to an ottoman in the center of the room. Well, fuck it, I thought. How often does a girl get a chance to suck off a dozen foreigners? It might be a something I tell my grandkids someday. "You kids ever hear the time I was a party favor for the Nippon business council?" Sometimes I amuse myself. And just then the image of an older (but still incredibly hot, of course) me sitting on the back porch telling my wide eyed grandchildren about this episode made me burp out a truncated giggle. Let me tell you, those Japanese guys like it when their slutty school girls giggle nervously. I thought they were going to cream themselves right there as I choked off my snicker and looked sheepishly at their upturned faces. "You are much younger than Cindy?" asked one. I guessed that Cindy was the girl who used to do this gig before running off with the tattoo artist. I had no idea what the woman looked like, but it's always nice being told you look younger than someone. "Yeah," I said. "Thanks." "Where is Miss Cindy?" asked another. "Oh, she was yachting down in Mexico with a client and got eaten by a giant squid," I said very seriously. That had to be translated around the room. It was fun to watch the curious looks pop onto their faces as they found out what I'd said. "She was eaten by a... squid?" asked one with a look of extreme concern and horror on his face. "Naww, I'm just kidding you guys!" I laughed, gently punching one in the shoulder. Boy oh boy, those Japanese love a good Whore Eaten By A Giant Squid joke. The room exploded in laughter as they repeated it to each other, gave me the thumbs up and patted me on the back and on the ass; mostly the ass. Sake was brought out and mock toasts were drank to poor Cindy; rest in peace in that giant squid, dear girl. How NOT to Stop a Gangbang As things started to settle down one of the older guys asked something in Japanese. A couple of guys translated simultaneously, "How old are you?" they wanted to know. I don't know if it was the sake or just the good natured attention I was getting, but I was starting to like these guys. I decided to give them a treat. "Sixteen," I said. I don't think I look sixteen. But I guess with my big eyes, freckles and the ridiculous pig-tails, someone could convince themselves I'm seven years younger than I really am; especially if they really, really wanted to believe it; which, apparently, these guys did. A murmur went around the room as this was translated and remarked upon. "You are really sixteen?" one asked. "Yeah, is that OK?" "Ohhhhh, it is very, very OK." he replied. The crowd buzzed in consent. "So, what do you gentlemen want me to do?" I asked, figuring we might as well get this over with. "Your school clothes look very tight and uncomfortable. Perhaps you should relax yourself for us." "Yeah OK," I said. "Do you guys want to turn on music or something?" They looked confused at my question because there was already music playing, but it was that plinky-plonky type music Americans hear played as background music in Asian restaurants and no where else. I was expecting them to want me to strip to something livelier. But no, this was a traditional get together for these guys and the red-headed, brown eyed, Irish-American whore (me) was apparently the only deviation they were willing to take from the theme. So I slowly stripped to the plinky-plonky Japanese string music as the guys settled down around me and watched with intense faces and shallow breaths. I couldn't get any sense of rhythm from the alien sounding tune so I just worked slowly; slowly I released the buttons of my shirt; slowly I pulled the shirt off; slowly I pulled down the zipper on my plaid skirt; slowly I shimmied the skirt down to the floor. It seemed the obvious thing to do next was bring my tits out, but for some reason I dropped my panties instead. There was an exited murmur as they got a good look at my nicely trimmed red snatch. I don't know Japanese but I could tell there was much exited discussion of my naturally dark-red pubes. I could tell that so far I was a big hit. I was getting into it. I dropped onto the ottoman and played with my pussy; parting my lips, teasing my clit, finger fucking myself a little. While I did this I let the straps of my bra drop off my shoulders. As I writhed around in front of the guys my nipples slowly popped out like pink moons rising up over a red lace horizon. My new fans nudged each other, commenting in Japanese and pointing; at least, those few who didn't already have their hands on their dicks did. Finally I popped the clasp on my bra and let the girls out. They applauded. I smiled at them, honestly enjoying their enthusiasm. I still had my pumps and thigh high stockings on, but bringing out my boobs seemed to have been the signal they'd all been waiting for. They were up and crowding around me in an instant; palms slid along my back, neck, stomach and ass; hands squeezed and lifted my tits while pinching and twisting my nipples; fingers prodded along my ass and into the folds of my pussy. One guy got even behind me to play enthusiastically with my pigtails as his hard wang poked and slapped me in the back of the head. It was like I was sinking into a pit lined with grasping, waving tentacles. I thought of Cindy; eaten by a squid indeed. Every guy had to have one hand on my flesh, preferably on my boobs or ass, and another on his shaft. They groped and yanked, groped and yanked. My hands were pulled up and placed on eagerly quivering units as my face became surrounded by stiff, purpled headed dicks which suggestively poked at me, waiting for me to take the hint. Well, what's a girl to do when twelve guys are earnestly expecting you suck their dicks? I got started. They moved around me, one after another pausing for couple of dozen sucks before making way for a colleague. I bobbed my head back and forth along those stiff, veiny schlongs, occasionally trying the new trick Ernie had taught me and taking them way back into my throat. Needless to say, this ability aroused much excitement. Meanwhile I stroked and stroked, my two hands always busy, blindly waiting for the next tool to work as they politely took their turns at me. A very civilized people are the Japanese. They seemed to be synchronizing for the finale. I began to get more and more pre-cum smearing my hands and tongue, dripping down my wrists and chin. The crush of thrusting cock eased back from my face. My hands were allowed to drop to my lap. I was presented with a panorama of sweaty, masturbating Asians aiming their florid love guns at my face. The air was alive with a growling hum of muttering men who were looking down at me through wide eyes and tightly clenched jaws. Too late I realized the extent of what I was in for and my inner freaked-out meter, strangely quiet until then, buried itself in the red and melted away. As I Looked up at them through what I can only imagine were panicked, desperate eyes they seemed to gasp at once and then the deluge burst forth. I got glazed like a donut as spurt after spurt splattered against my face, neck, shoulders and chest. It got into my mouth and nostrils to saturate me with the musky smell and overripe-melon taste of sperm. It got into my eyes to provoke a gush of burning tears. It even got into my ears to plunge me into a murky half-silence as every voice and sound came to me filtered through a curtain of cum. Glaciers of the slowly oozing sheets of semen slid along my skin into streams of jizz flowing across my face to drip from my jaw in sickly stretching strands. It flowed down my neck and chest to merge into a mighty river of cum that coursed between my dripping, spunk be-speckled tits. It ended in a coagulating mass of white jelly that pooled in my belly button, clung to my pubic hair like glue, seeped into the folds of my pussy and crept back along the crack of my ass. I'd never been so God-awful filthy. I knew it was over when I felt a towel tossed into my lap. I gratefully wiped the slowly congealing second skin of viscous scum from my face. Able to see again, I found myself alone, the sated gentlemen had moved into another room and I heard them cheering and toasting themselves for good teamwork and a job well done. With team building exercises like that no wonder the bastards are so damned efficient. On the table near me sat a tumbler of warm sake which I drank it down in a gulp. I watched with sick disgust as a long strand of spunk stretched from the glass back to my lower lips as I put the glass down. My nerves were frayed and I was feeling on the verge of moral panic. I remember back in high school how I ruled the class like a queen god-bitch; smacking down other girls with my wicked mouth; destroying rivals with gossip; sometimes ruining other girls with lies just for the fun of watching their reputations crumble. But no rumor I'd ever passed along and no lie I invented from thin air ever matched the depravity in which I'd just engaged. Alone in a room, the seed of twelve strangers who's names I'd never know smeared across my body, I felt suddenly wretched and cheap. Do you know what was really odd? As I sat there alone and fighting the instinct to cry, the person who I wished was there to hold me and comfort me, to tell me things were alright, to tell me I was alright, was Beth. I knew she wouldn't judge me or recoil from my cum blasted body. I knew she would clutch me close and coo to me that she loved me. And I knew she'd mean it. The fucked up thing was that I didn't even consider her a friend. She was just an emotional tampon I dumped on from time to time because she was so convenient and dependable. But she wasn't there and the men were done with me. I was on my own. I just wanted to take a quick shower, get out of there and go home. Unfortunately when water hits sperm it turns it into something akin to caulk or half dried Elmer's Glue and my shower became a frustrating exercise in picking globs of rubbery semen out of my belly button, hair, eye-lashes; everywhere. Finally I gave up and decided to just get the fuck out of there. But as I started pulling my Slutty Catholic Girl costume back on I realized that quite a bit of my appreciative audience's spunk had missed me and spackled my discarded clothes with tell-tale splotches of milky white goo. I briefly considered washing what I could in the sink, but decided to that my desire to get out of there surpassed my reluctance to walk through the lobby looking like a drop cloth at a mayonnaise factory. I pulled on my clothes but threw away my stockings since I'd worn then the entire time and they were too soaked with cum to get back on. As I hurried out I wished I'd brought along a change of clothes. There's a lesson for you girls, if you are ever the cum dumpster at a circle jerk, bring a track suit or something for the walk back out to the car. Fortunately I didn't have to share the elevator with anyone on the way down to the lobby. When the doors opened I trotted towards the parking lot in my bare feet, shoes in hand. There was a bar just off the lobby and I heard someone shout, "Hey bitch, how much for a fuck?" as I pushed through the revolving doors. On any other day they would have gotten a hearty "fuck you" from me, and maybe more, but I was only interested in getting into my car and getting home. I drove around for three hours, killing time until I was sure everyone at home would be asleep. Stopping for a Coke and some fries at McDonalds I found the five hundred dollar tip someone had put in my skirt pocket. With the money Ernie had given me that was six hundred and twenty dollars for a couple hours "work" today. You'd think such a windfall would be cause for at least a little rejoicing but instead I sat in the parking lot and cried hysterically for fifteen minutes. Eventually someone rapped on the glass to ask if I was OK so I drove off without answering, nearly running over the nosy bitch. *** When I got home all the lights were off. Quietly sneaking into the house with ninja-like concentration, I crept upstairs and into my room, sealed my sticky Saint Theresa's uniform in a garbage bag and put it out with the trash. I never wanted to see that shit again. I felt a sudden wave of relief. My obligation complete, I only needed to get the information Sheila owed me and the highlight of Chuck's party would be the unpleasant experience of my unrestrained wrath coming down on them like a fucking tsunami. And by God did I have a lot of stored up frustration and degradation that I was eager to release on those fuckers. I was suddenly high as a kite on righteous anger. I thought of calling Sheila right then, but it was one thirty in the morning and all I wanted to do was take a very thorough shower and go to bed. I'd call her in the morning from work. That would give me almost two full days to plan the details of my revenge. I passed Adam's room on my way to the bathroom and looked in on him with an evil grin as he lay snoring on his bed in the moonlight. He was sleeping peacefully; completely unaware of the bombshell I had built. His plans were already ruined and he had no idea. That's when I noticed he had fallen asleep with his bong on the night stand and his bag of weed sitting open beside it. It just fucking figured; Mom chews me out for throwing a "motherfucker" at him in an argument and he's smoking dope in his room and no one says shit; so fucking typical. So, I decided I'd flush his bag. I tip toed over and picked it up. The strong smell of potent weed wafted towards me as I held it up to inspect it. It looked like a quarter ounce of good stuff; red haired, skunky sensimillia bud. Say goodbye to Adam, I thought. Time for flushies. But I was feeling the rush of impending victory and it occurred to me that it would be nice to celebrate. It had been a long time since I'd smoked pot. Actually, I'd quit shortly after I started dating Chuck, primarily so I could demand Chuck quit because I knew it'd piss off Adam. (Follow that? It made sense at the time.) I figured a nice stoner buzz would help me relax and maybe forget the fucked up day I'd just endured. So, I stuck a sticky bud in the bowl and took a few deep hits. I hadn't smoked in almost a year and it was some really strong weed. Just remember that as I continue my story. Please. I blew a gush of smoke into Adam's sleeping face and saw his nostrils flare as he smiled and giggled. I thought it would be fun to fuck with his dreams. I got the idea to whisper into his ear horrifying scenarios concerning his ass rape by hordes of Japanese business-squid. However, as I stood up the strong weed toppled me right over onto the bed. He must have been really high because he didn't wake up even though I had landed with my hand right on his crotch. That's when I noticed that under the covers he had a hard on. He moaned in his sleep as his unit twitched hopefully in my hand. He said, "Mmraml brmmran nl". I asked, very softly, "What?" He said, in a slurry sleep-talking voice, "feels nice." I had an idea. As usual, looking at it in hindsight, it probably wasn't my best idea. To be honest it wasn't even an acceptable-to-civilized-society idea. I said, very softly, "Do you want me to do more?" "Yes." I started rubbing it. It grew even harder. He moaned. Again I asked, "Do you want me to do more?" "Yeeees." I opened his boxers and pulled it out. Gingerly I gave it a few licks. Then, to the delight of his dreaming self, I took the whole thing into my mouth and slowly bobbed my head along it a few times. Pulling back I said, very softly, "Do you know who this is?" "Mmmm. Don't care." That was the perfect answer for my plan. I suppressed a devious laugh and gave him a few more sucks. I said again, "Do you know who this is?" "Who?" "It's me Adam. It's mom." "Unnnh. Nooooo." He groaned in muted dreamy distress. I continued sucking him as he weakly writhed in protest. "Do you want to fuck me Adam? Do you want to fuck mommy?" "Noooooooo." He was laying right at the edge of the bed so it was easy to open my robe and throw a leg over him. He wailed miserably but quietly as I took him inside me. I worked him slow, again telling him I was mom; telling him that he was fucking his mother sooo good; telling him to come inside his mommy. When he did, whimpering the whole time, I actually saw tears rolling out of his eyes in the dim moonlight falling across his bed. At that moment I thought it the best prank I'd ever played on him. For some reason, I slept very poorly that night. The next morning I was a mess; exhausted from staying up so late, the strong weed, the night plagued with wretched dreams. I drifted through the house like a zombie. When I encountered Adam in the kitchen I remembered that what I'd done to him in his room was not one of my disturbing nightmares. However, looking at his drawn, haunted face I saw that I'd scored a direct hit on his psyche. "Good morning motherfucker," I said. He didn't respond. He just froze in place and shuddered briefly. That made my morning. Take that you asshole, I thought. That's just the first drop of the shit storm coming your way. *** Despite my victory I felt groggy and ill at ease that morning. I was moving very slowly and got to the office late: forty minutes late. When I arrived at my cubical I found my boss sitting in my chair waiting for me with his "we need to talk" face on. He took me to a conference room and explained that he understood I was consumed by the details of my upcoming wedding, but that I still needed to maintain my focus at my job. He had spreadsheets for me that beautifully illustrated how much my work was slipping (like I needed spreadsheets to know that) and he admonished me for my frequent absenteeism and tardiness. I signed the documentation on my official warning and was sent back to my desk to get to work. On the way to my desk I took a long detour to the south break room in order to avoid Beth on my way to get some more coffee. When I got back to my cubical I immediately called Sheila. "You were supposed to call me last night honey. I was concerned," she said. She sounded sleepy and I could hear a TV in the background. I figured she was at home. I wondered what her house looked like. I imagined a trailer full of ashtrays, cats and dildos. "I'm sorry, I guess I was a little freaked out," I admitted. "Really? I spoke to our client and you were a huge hit." "Oh, that's nice," I said sarcastically. "No I mean it. You were a smash. They're asking about flying you out to Tokyo for some event." "Oh." "You interested?" "Fuck no, I'm not interested." "Easy sweetie. Just thought I'd check. You know if you ever change..." "Look, we had a fuckin' deal. I want to know where my brother is having you send a whore for my fiancé's bachelor party and I want to know now." "OK, OK, I guess you earned it," she said. I heard her tapping at a keyboard, "what's the name?" "Well, my fiancé's name is Chuck Harris: Charles Harris." "No. No Charles Harris on the schedule." I got a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. It can't be that I'd been through all this for nothing. "I got Adam Harris, I got a Charles Hubbard," She offered hopefully. I felt the sick feeling evaporate away. Adam Harris. As usual Adam was trying to be crafty, but in the laziest way possible. He had just combined his name with Chuck's last name. I said, "It's Adam Harris." "Really?" "Yeah, that's the one." "Hmm, OK. There's a problem though. That one is scheduled for noon today." "Shit." "Yeah. And I've already assigned a girl for that one. If you're going to bump her you'll need to give her a gratuity, this is her livelihood after all." "How about six hundred?" I asked, remembering the tips from yesterday. I didn't want anything to do with that money or the memories attached to it. "Yeah, that should keep her happy. OK hon, I got the address. Ready?" The address was out in a swanky housing development ten miles or so from home. I figured if I left work right away I would still be there in plenty of time even if I stopped by home for a wardrobe change. I switched off my computer without ever having logged in for the day and started for the exit. Unfortunately as I was stepping into the elevator my boss spotted me. "Just gotta get something from the car," I called out to him as the doors closed. I wish I could say my heart was full of icy calm as I drew closer to the end-game, but it wasn't. Quite the opposite, I grew increasingly livid as I sped back home through the thinning remains of the morning rush hour. I felt angry and foolish that I had allowed Chuck and Adam to deliberately mislead me about the date and time of the bachelor party. I'd been focused so much on what was going to happen at the party I never even considered they were playing a fast one with the when. As I thought about how they had long been planning to bang some whore all afternoon and then show up at the rehearsal that evening with their dicks still wet with slut juice, my foot grew heavier and my driving more erratic. I muscled my way through traffic like a character in a Vin Diesel movie. About halfway home my cell phone started ringing. It was work. I turned it off. Now was no time for trifles. No one was home when I got there so I scurried up to mom's sewing room and grabbed the wedding dress. That's right, I was going to surprise those fucks by showing up in my wedding dress to cancel their gang bang. It's quite poetic if you think about it. Everything was falling into place. I was actually laughing wickedly as I laboriously pulled it on. How NOT to Stop a Gangbang The dress was the traditional virginal white, but strapless and tight; I had wanted something to show off the goods on my big day. As I got dressed I considered not bothering with the white stockings and lacy garters I'd bought to go under it, but since I had to put on the strapless bra anyway I figured I might as well don the whole costume, inside and out. After I had prepared I checked myself out in the long mirror and damn did I look good. When I managed to suppress my vengeful grin I looked just as hot and as virginal as eight pounds of taffeta and lace can make a girl. Shortly before noon I pulled up in front of a grand looking house in a community full of grand looking houses wrapped around a lake and fronted by a sprawling golf course. Knowing Adam, I was expecting the address Sheila gave me to be a sleazy motel. I briefly wondered who the hell Adam could know that had access to a place like this. My thoughts were curtailed however when I saw a hollow-cheeked, dead eyed skank in pink tube top, tiny black mini skirt and thigh high boots walking up to the car. I opened the window and asked, "You the girl I'm taking over for?" "Yeah," she said around her chewing gum as she looked me over. "What's with the wedding dress?" "Never mind that. Here's a few bucks for letting me take this...uh, job." I handed her my earnings from yesterday. "Cool," she said taking them from me swiftly and shoving them down between her massive fake tits. "Maybe I'll take my kids out for pizza and movies this afternoon." "Whatever," I said. "It's yours." "Hey you wanna bump before you go in? I got a little blow left." She said, her dead eyes lighting up a little. "No thanks," I said. Coke makes me too euphoric. I wanted to maintain my angry vengeance buzz. "OK. Good luck," she said and started back towards her car. As I watched her go I thought how there was no way her kids were getting pizza and a movie. She'd have that whole wad converted to cocaine and up her nose before she even got home. The last obstacle out of the way, I began my final assault. My heart was pounding as I strode up the drive. I didn't even think to notice that neither Chuck or Adam's car was anywhere in sight. I was focused on my goal. Too focused, it turned out. When I rang the bell a big guy with no neck and a shaved head opened the door. He was about six and a half feet tall and his tight tee-shirt showed every crease in his well muscled frame. Faced with this mountain of man flesh I felt my knees go weak and my pussy tingle. Damn, I thought. I wish I'd seen this one before I'd already hooked Chuck. He looked me over with amused surprise. "Yeah?" he said. "I'm here for the party," I said. "What's with the wedding dress?" "Just a little surprise for the guest of honor." He looked confused but finally just shrugged. "Alright, I guess that's pretty cool. Come on." He motioned for me to follow him in. The house was a luxurious in construction and shitty in decor. There were sports memorabilia everywhere; photos, framed clippings, banners, equipment and trophies. We walked back down a hallway and he opened a door for me that led into some kind of media room. It smelled of beer and weed. There was a group of seven men sitting in a half circle facing a huge flat screen television. I didn't see anyone I knew; no Chuck; neither of my brothers; none of their various loser friends. In fact the guys looking back at me with quizzical eyes and crinkled brows didn't even look the same species as my fiancé and my brothers. They were all huge like the guy who answered the door; not merely tall, but elaborately muscled. "What's with the wedding dress?" asked one of them, a big black guy holding an X-box controller. "She said it was a surprise," said the guy who had shown me in. "I like it," said a white guy with short blond dreadlocks. "Yeah," said someone else. "Lost bride wanders into the wrong neighborhood, eh?" The rest of the guys murmured their interest in the scenario as I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. I finally placed the name Adam Harris. Adam Harris wasn't the not-so-clever alias of my brother's first name combined with my fiancé's last name; rather, Adam Harris was the name of the all-star halfback now getting up out of his chair ten feet to my left. I was frozen in panic as the extent of my fuckup spread out before me. They were all on their feet; huge tectonic slabs of men moving around me with hungry, predatory eyes. I was struggling to contain my burning hot anger at my own stupidity as they approached. "You lost baby?" "Could be dangerous around this neighborhood for a pretty white girl like you." "What the fuck you taking about bro? This is a nice neighborhood." "She's settin' us up for a fantasy you idiot." "She's a real professional." "How about we do a pirate thing?" "Or cowboys?" Holy shit they thought I was here to play the central part in some bride rape fantasy they were dreaming up before my eyes. "Hold on guys. No pirates, no cow..." "Yeah, let's just stick with the lost bride thing." "Oh, no, wait... This is a big mistake," I pleaded. "Oh really?" taunted one. "Not from where I stand," said another. "We're gonna make you forget all about your groom, bitch." "No really, I've come to the wrong place," I said, fear creeping into my voice. They laughed. "I think I'd better be going," I said, but I was walled in by professional football players. All I could see were pectoral muscles, meaty necks and hungry eyes. "Seriously, I'm not here for you guys." "Come on slut, you know you want us." "She wants us all." More laughter. "I not fucking kidding. Get the fuck out of my WAY," I said, trying to push through them. But these were guys who'd based their careers on not getting pushed through. My shoving and slapping only gave them an excuse to grab me and pull me into the center of the room. I screamed and kicked the entire way. "Wow, she's really getting into it." "Shit Nigga, don't break fuckin' character," whined one of the larger, blacker guys. Just my luck, some of these morons had been branching out and taking acting lessons. I was going to be a prop in some kind of fucked up actor's studio workshop. "I'm not acting, this is real, let me go..." I wailed as I trashed uselessly. They had hold of my arms and legs with their big, meaty hands. I was stretched out across the couch. They continued to taunt me; playing desperate criminals about to rape a lost bride; not knowing they were about to rape a lost bride. Then someone brought out a knife. "No," I pleaded. "Not the dress." They laughed as they pulled me tight and cut my wedding dress off me; starting at the dip of my cleavage and ripping right down the front to the hem. They smiled in appreciation of my strapless white bra and matching white lace garters and hose. Their hands began moving over my body. Fumbling fat fingers removed my bra to squeeze and stroke my breasts. A strong hand tore my panties off with a sharp, tearing yank. The rough handling pulled long runs in my stockings. I trembled in terror as one mammoth schlong after another was pulled out and brought to attention. I couldn't believe it. All I had wanted to do was ruin a bachelor party and here I was about to get gang fucked by a bunch of steroid gorillas. Every sacrifice I'd made, every humiliation I'd endured was all going to be for nothing. Worse, Chuck would get away with his sick little party. He might even have his cock in some whore right now. Then, in the depths of defeat, I had an idea. Maybe I could still salvage enough from the situation to bring things to a draw. If I could confront Chuck about his bachelor party after the fact and get him to admit to it, I could then show him what depths his sick behavior driven me to. He'd learn you don't fuck with me and not expect retribution. He'd learn he's not the only one who can fuck around. All I needed as some shocking proof of my seriousness. "Wait guys. Wait. Wait a fucking... WILL YOU GUYS WAIT FOR A FUCKING SECOND!" I said. "What?" said someone as the action briefly halted. "You guys have a video camera?" "You want this taped?" "I thought it'd be a nice surprise for my... my pimp." "Shit man. Everyone keeps fuckin' with the illusion here," said the master thespian meathead. A few of them expressed concerns about ending up on an internet sex tape, but in end the camera was brought out and we got busy. I needed to make this performance as jealously inducting as possible so I threw myself into it. I was grabbed again; big black and white hands seized me and pulled me spread-eagled. More strong hands reached in to roughly explore my naked body. As big fingers probed into my ass and pussy, as huge cocks slapped into my face and fat heads poked at my mouth I groaned, writhed and called for more. I was lifted and my legs pulled wide to be fed onto a monstrous black shaft. I squawked out loud in genuine alarm as I felt the bulbous head squeeze into me like it was about to split me in two. I sank down onto the fleshy rod until it was balls deep inside me. As it began moving within me, copious smears of lube were applied to my ass and I screamed in pain and pleasure as a mammoth dick was thrust mercilessly into my anus. I barked and cried in guttural, animalistic sounds as my pelvis was warped around two punishing dicks moving within me, pushing against each other through the thin, bruised barrier of my straining insides. My screams were cut short as cocks were brought up to be fed into my gasping mouth. They took turns at my face, sometimes violating me two at a time as they bumped their heads up against each other while attempting to mutually invade my mouth. They pushed back too far and too fast as I struggled to deep throat their massive members. As I was finally able to let one slide down my throat I rolled my eyes to the camera in an attempted stare of defiant triumph that ended up looking more like abject fear. My hands were pulled up and wrapped around a couple of stray pricks that I stroked and yanked with frantic concentration. I was completely in their power as I was posed in every conceivable position and cocks were thrown into me to pump with muscular brutality. They moved from hole to hole to hole and I stopped even tying to keep track of who was who or who was fucking me where. I just let it happen; allowed myself be used. Let Chuck feast his cheating eyes on this! As I relinquished myself to their control I felt my hot skin begin to tingle. I felt my muscles tighten and hum like live power lines. I felt my bones reverberate with a pulsing energy building up from inside me and pooling in every fiber of my body. With three wide cocks pumping into me in unison I had the first of many orgasms; grunting around the cock in my mouth as my body spasmed uncontrollably within the core of the tight conglomeration of sweaty, thrusting flesh we had become. I will admit, I came like I had never come before. When I felt the next wave beginning to build within me almost immediately I responded with eager intensification of my gyrations into the dicks arrayed in me and around me. Soon another climax took me; then another and another. I lost count as they rampaged through me rapidly. I thrashed and groaned like a beast as my skin poured with sweat and my pussy gushed. I felt guys come inside my ass. I felt them go rigid and pump their sperm into my flooded womb. I tasted the loads of cum they dumped into my mouth and down my throat. I bathed in the sticky sheen of sweat and jism that rapidly coated my skin. They all used me. Then they used me again. I have no idea how many times each of them took their turn with me. I must have been fucked into unconsciousness because eventually I woke up in a bathtub, soaking in water that was once warm but that had cooled significantly and that had a thick, nasty layer of stringy congealed semen coating the surface like an x-rated version of egg drop soup. I climbed from the tub with difficulty; every bone and muscle was sore, every surface of my body felt raw. Pivoting on my belly to swing my legs out of the tub I belched and it tasted like cum. I could barely stand, but I managed to get into the shower where I sat down under the hot water for about twenty minutes. When I got out I found that someone had left me some huge, oversized sweatpants and a ridiculously large tee-shirt. Next to the clothes was a trash bag with my shredded wedding dress. Under that was a manila envelope with a DVD and a tip from the boys. The tip totaled up to a little over three thousand dollars and the DVD had "The Lost Bride" written on it in green marker with the date in parenthesis written small underneath. I held up the DVD like an undercooked piece of salmonella infected chicken. I was having doubts about my plan, but it was all I had left now. Spite was the suicide bomb of love and this shiny disk documenting my debauched afternoon with the football players was my dynamite vest. Chuck would learn his lesson; whatever the cost. I got home as it was starting to get dark but for once my luck was good. No one was there. It should have occurred to me why, but it didn't. I just put the scraps that were my wedding dress in the garbage on top of my old school uniform, let the envelope with the DVD drop onto the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch. What a day. I was awakened fifteen minutes later as my family entered. Not just mom, dad and Adam, but my other brother Dave, my grandma and grandpa, Uncle Chester, Aunt Terry, my bitchy cousin Tina, my slutty cousin Jo-Anne, my Uncle Phil in his Air Force uniform, Chucks parents and, of course, Chuck. There was a universal cry of "Where the hell were you?", "Where did your wedding dress go?" Et fucking cetera. Yes, I had forgotten about, and missed entirely, the wedding rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. The air was hot with the simmering hostility of my loved ones as they all bore down on me at once. All except Chuck, bless his heart. Calmly he stepped up and quieted them down. "Let me talk to her," he said. "I think I know what is going on." I knew Chuck didn't know what was going on, but I let myself be led away from that hornet's nest of pissed off relatives. He took me upstairs and sat me down. His face was a sad, understanding mask. "I need to apologize," he said. "Oh?" I said. "I know why you've been acting so freaked out lately." I didn't say anything. I'd blindly walked into enough trouble lately. For once I was willing to wait and see where this was headed. "It was all Adam's idea. I should never have gone along with his stupid joke." "Joke?" I said. "Yeah, we saw you coming in around the back of the house a couple of nights ago and Adam thought it would be funny to pretend we didn't know you were home and make you think he was hiring a hooker for the bachelor party." "A Joke?" I said, disbelieving. "Yeah. Of course it was a joke. I've told you a million times, you're the only woman for me. I would never, never risk that for a few minutes with a whore." "Of course," I said. "I think Adam was actually looking into hiring a girl but when I found out I put a stop to it. All we're going to do for my party is go bowling and then maybe play some poker. If it makes you feel better you can come along. That'd piss your brother off. It might even teach him a lesson," he said with a laugh. "Yeah," I said weakly. "Teach him a...DVD!" I jumped up and rushed out the door on still-wobbly legs. I tried to take the stairs two and three at a time, but only manage to careen between the banister and the wall like a pinball as I stumbled down towards the living room. Still a few steps from the bottom, I saw my family and Chuck's family arranged around the chairs and couches sipping coffee and talking in a sustained murmur. I only caught a small snatch of one conversation; my dad, standing beside my granddad, saying, "I wonder what it is." "It just said 'Lost Bride' on it," said my grandpa as he hit play on the DVD remote. And, with my family and Chuck's seated comfortably around the forty inch television, the screen came to life in a kaleidoscope of squirming flesh tones. *** It was later, I don't know how much later. It was dark, very dark. I was sitting in my car on the shoulder of the highway. I had my phone up to my ear. It was ringing on the other end. "Yeah," said Sheila in her raspy voice. "Hello. Remember me?" "How could I forget? You confuse me Red. I thought you were gonna bust up that party but they called to tell me what a hot time you were. They want to book you twice a week." I said nothing. "Not only that but you're getting word of mouth requests already. That'd be great if you worked for me, but as it is you're just causing me a lot of headaches." I said nothing. "I can't figure you out, kid. Why the hell are you calling me now?" she said. A fast moving semi flooded the car with light as it approached. It rushed by in a high pitched roar that dropped to fading low growl as it passed. In the dim red glow of its receding tail lights I took a breath, but still I didn't speak. "Hello?" said Sheila. "You still there?" Finally, my voice barely above a whisper, I said, "Tell me again about that Tokyo job."