She Wanted To Show Off

She Wanted To Show Off

The guys were loud, getting liquored up and expectations were high. What kind of entertainment was planned for Steve's last night as a single man? What would Paul do to give his buddy a night to remember?

The intro music blasting through the speakers said it all....."Dangerous Woman" by Ariana Grande.

A 27-year-old blonde with flowing hair, blue eyes, a 36C rack and a neatly trimmed blond bush entered the room stark naked. It was more like bouncing into the boardroom of a Fortune 100 company that had just broken a record for stock sales. The five young men celebrating their friend's upcoming wedding nuptials went wild and their eyes did not know where to look. There was so much eye candy....

My name's Rachel, and that was the plan I had for the gentlemen in the room. I decided to come out nude, walk among the randy audience, shake my 'pom-poms' a bit, then give a kiss and dangle my tits in the face of the lucky unsuspecting groom. At least, that's all my friend Paul knew I was going to do.

Paul pushed a rolling wardrobe hangar bar into the room behind me. Hanging on the bar were a variety of sexy clothes, including lingerie, underwear, and slinky, sexy outfits. I thought the boys would have more fun taking turns dressing me the way they thought was hot and then undressing me before their friends.

It was a bold move -- not the traditional one-time striptease - but then again, I am not the typical stripper. Before this evening, Paul and his friends looked at me as the shy, smart, somewhat bookish and conservative 'girl next door' who would not be caught dead at a drunken bachelor or bachelorette party, let alone dancing nude. How little did they know....

I enjoyed the element of surprise this gave me, and the power of the "shock and awe" created by my unexpected nude appearance over these horny men was intoxicating. I had them in the palm of my hand. I was later rewarded for my ingenuity and creativity - but I am getting ahead of myself in telling this story.

How Did Rachel Get The Nod?

No one but Paul knew I was the lucky lady entertainment for the evening.... so this was the big reveal. I wanted to show them how a sexy lady could take them into another world.

Paul did not even know exactly how far I planned to "wow" them.

The anticipation of the bachelor party was almost greater than the actual event.

When Paul asked me I was stunned and flattered and a little nervous at the same time. I did not want him to know how much this would mean to me (it was one of my bucket list items to be the object of lust and desire like this), so I was purposely coy and did not immediately agree to do it. A girl has to play hard to get, right?

I have always been looked at by these guys as the goody two shoes girl next door. Fuck that... now they all know I'm a badass bitch who just wants to have some fun and give and receive pleasure.

Backstage, I made sure everything was just right: makeup, eyelashes, a little body makeup to accentuate my curves and make my body glisten with desire. Now that I'm here and the boys are all assembled and ready.... It's Show Time!

Paul's Perspective

When I first arrived in Nashville after college, I really didn't know anyone. Steve was my first close colleague in my new job, and we became great friends. He and I worked together, and pretty soon we worked out together, partied together, and chased girls together. I was with him when he met his fiancée Tracy for the first time in the fitness club we worked out in. Fast forward a year, and when Steve asked me to be his best man, I was honored. Of course, that also meant I would be in charge of the bachelor party - and here's where our story takes an interesting twist.

Rachel is the office manager of the small business that shares the building with the larger firm where Steve and I work. She was actually the first person I met upon coming to Nashville, as she also lives in the same converted warehouse / apartment development that I live in. I struck up a friendship with her as I was moving in, and we've gotten to know each other well during the last year and a half. Oftentimes we walk to work together and chat along the way. Rachel is quiet and reserved around people she doesn't know, but once you get to know her, however, she has a quirky, fun personality -- and I'd gotten the sense there was a lot more to her underneath the surface. She takes her job very seriously and is professional and conservative in her dress and actions in the workplace. Although she dresses prim and properly, wears glasses, and keeps her hair up in either a bun or braids, she's actually really smoking hot! I have seen her coming back from the gym where she teaches some dance classes (sadly, not the one Steve and I go to) and she has a stunning figure. You'd never know it with the conservative dresses she wears for work, but she's really sexy.

SO... knowing Steve knew Rachel from around the building, and that it might mess with his mind that she had a wild side, I took a risk one Friday soon after Steve and Tracy announced their wedding date and asked a big favor of her: I knew she had some hot dance moves - so would she be the exotic dancer at his bachelor party? She looked at me a little taken aback at first, but then I described what would be involved - some sexy outfits, dancing and teasing the guys that came - especially Steve, who would get to see her let her hair down, literally -- that kind of thing. I left it up to her to decide what her comfort level would be as far as how risqué things would get and told her I would be there to look out for her and keep things safe for her. I'd pay for her to go buy all the sexy clothes she wanted, which she would get to keep afterward.

She said, "I'll think about it and tell you Monday."

Monday rolled around, and as I met her outside to walk to work, she said immediately, "I'll do it. We're going to go shopping at Victoria's Secrets tonight on your card, Paul!"

I was actually really cool with this idea, as she'd be trying on lots of hot outfits and asking my opinion if I liked them. More time I'd get to see her hot bod! That night I was blown away by how amazing she looked. We picked out five outfits - various bras, panties, thongs, garter belts, and a silken robe. She had 36C boobs inside those conservative clothes! I think it was pretty obvious I was getting turned on helping her pick out outfits, and Rachel played it for all it was worth.

"What about this one, Paul?"

"Do you like how this makes my boobs look?"

"Do you think Steve will like how my ass looks in this thong?"

I think we spent 3 hours at the store, and I don't know how much money we spent, but it was worth every penny to watch her.

Soon, the night of the party came near, and Rachel and I discussed how we'd like the evening to run. She'd dance out and then get the guys to pick various outfits that she'd change into to dance for them. She said she might let them get a few peeks here and there for fun. Boy, that was putting it mildly....

Stripper Controls The Fun

Knowing and trusting Paul was the reason I agreed to entertain Steve and his groomsmen at the private stag party. But realizing that the groom and the other guys thought I was Paul's shy, frumpy friend motivated me to take charge and show them I was actually a sexually desirable confident woman who could very well be a vixen.

By coming out fully naked to the tune of "Dangerous Woman," I put the guys on their heels and also made their eyes bug out. If I do say so myself, my tanned athletic and curvy body was on full display, with gorgeous tear drop breasts, a round curvy ass and flowing reddish brunette flowing hair that matched her trimmed landing strip.

The professional dance moves I have learned from studying and teaching in studios did a great job of teasing Steve and the other guys while I worked the room, made their cocks twinge, and caused their minds to wander about how this evening would unfold. They knew I was not the same mousy girl they had seen Paul walk to work with and hang out with them at local eateries. That's the part I loved the most.

Paul rolled out a clothing rack behind me with all the stuff we bought at Victoria's plus some other items of mine and gave me the thumbs up that everyone was enjoying looking at my body (Paul looked especially thrilled).

I had decided to give each man at the party his chance to dress me as he liked and then undress me, allowing the guys to touch and ogle me as I shimmied into outfits of their choice and then stripped them off to a hot song playlist I had chosen.

I started out with a guy named Eugene. He was a heavyset likeable guy who went to high school and college with Steve. I'd never seen him before tonight, but Paul had given me a little information on him and each of the other guys. Eugene was the biggest talker among the men but I wanted to test his mettle with my little "clothing game."

Paul moved the clothing to the center of the room, and I took Eugene's hand and invited him to join me "on stage." I pointed at the clothing rack and told the big guy he could pick anything on the rack for me to put on and he could assist me in any way he liked. If he did a good job, I told Eugene and all of the men that they would each get a reward when it was their turn, leaving a lot to the imagination about what that would be. The only rule was that whatever happened it had to be in that room and all could watch each other's turn to turn a trick with me.

The guys started noticing that my breasts were getting excited - when I'm feeling horny and powerful, my areolas get puffy and my nipples become erect. This was quite a fine start to Steve's bachelor party! I shot a look over at Paul and he was clapping and cheering and looking at me with a huge "I-cannot-believe-you-are-doing-this" grin.

Eugene was clumsy and shier than the other guys, but he knew what he liked and wanted of me. He picked out two tall sheer white stockings, a white garter belt, a plaid schoolgirl skirt, and a white blouse (no bra or panties). He asked me to put my hair into pigtails and then put on sexy black leather high heels. It was easy to tell that he had attended Catholic school and yearned over the girls' uniforms from time to time.

The other guys cheered Eugene on as I stood still, and as he nervously pulled up each white stocking, they jeered him as his shaking hands got close to my pussy lips and trimmed landing strip. His fastening the garter belt on backways was funny but we overlooked that small detail. He caressed my ass and I must say his touch excited me and got the juices flowing.

Applause and high fives were prevalent when Eugene finally finished dressing me and giving me a hug. His huge warm body against my tits and pussy was a huge turn-on for this new stripper.

To the tune of "Evil Woman" by Electric Light Orchestra, the big boy responded to the comments and jeers of his friends to undress me and get his reward. He was far more skilled at disrobing me than I thought and he twirled me around in only the high heels, stockings and garter belt.

Paul coaxed Steve and the others to start cheers for Eugene's reward.

"Pay up! Pay up!" they yelled.

Eugene did not know what hit him when I dropped to my knees, felt his huge hard-on through his khaki trousers and started to unzip and loosen his pants.

Like most men would do, Eugene looked eagerly at his mates and then down at my admiring blue eyes and lashes, tits standing out as I started to lick the full length of his member. He was about five inches and he had a nice, circumcised cock with its mushroom head for me to spoil and suck on. He easily stretched to six inches after my lips and tongue worked its magic on him. The guys were amazed at the loud sounds of gurgling and slurping as I took all of his cock and then switched to stroking him off.

I knew he was happy when he grabbed the back of my head and held it as I sucked him off. The guys were all drinking and rotating from watching me skillfully blow Eugene to a side view of my tits bouncing and then the rear view of my wet pussy and asshole framed by the sexy white garter belt and stockings.

No man there regretted this night out and seeing this sight. And each of the others wondered if this reward was what I had in mind for them. I wanted to keep the rest of them in suspense.

Just then, Eugene blew his load onto my tits. As I looked up at him, his face strained and his knees buckled with several ropes of cum, I sensuously rubbed his seed into my breasts and all over my areolas and nipples. When he finished, I raised my haunches to the delight of the two guys behind me and cleaned his cock clean with my tongue.

Eugene moaned and threw his head back in pure ecstasy.

The show was just getting started....

Holy Hand Job, Batman!

I could not believe how incredible Rachel's performance was at the party - and it was only starting! I knew she was going to dance and tease but coming out completely nude and then giving Gene up close and personal attention blew my mind.

After Gene, Tommy and Rick did rock-paper-scissors to see who would go next. Tommy won, so he got up next. Tommy was a college buddy of Steve's - he was a football player gone to seed for a few years, but was still a big, strong, confident guy.

Tommy got up and did a few dance moves with Rachel, then went with her to the rack. He picked out a cheerleader skirt, tight sweater, push-up white bra and panties, short athletic socks and sneakers. Rachel played along as Tommy slipped the clothes onto her constantly moving body. As a last move, she let her hair loose and reached into a box on the bottom of the rack, pulling out two pom-poms.

Tommy stepped back as she did a sexy cheer routine, complete with high kicks, tumbling moves and an ending full split on the floor. Tommy held up his hands like a referee and yelled, "Touchdown!" as Rachel's crotch hit the floor on the split. We all laughed as Tommy helped her to his feet. Then, standing behind her, he started to run his hands over her ass and boobs through the uniform. She turned her back to him, did a little heel kick with one leg, and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. Soon her clothes were flying off and landing in the box. The pom-poms were the last item to land on top in the box.

"Reward! Reward!" we all yelled.

Rachel stood behind Tommy and started running her hands over his crotch. She deftly unzipped him and pulled his pants down. His cock was bulging, straining his underwear. Still behind him, Rachel slipped his underwear down. His seven-inch cock swung into view.

To the rap beats of "My Shot" from Hamilton, Rachel started to stroke Tommy, rubbing her body up against him from behind. He could feel her sexy body but couldn't see it - but we sure could. God, she looked fantastic... I couldn't wait my turn!

"Do you trust me, Tommy?" Rachel said, over the music.

"Yes, yes, just don't stop!" he cried.

Rachel licked her index and middle finger seductively for the rest of us to see, then slid them into Tommy's ass. He let out a deep groan as she started to massage his prostate in time with her stroking his cock. Within seconds, this 6-foot hulk of a man was reduced to putty in her hands. He leaned back against her and shot a huge burst of cum onto the floor, then became very wobbly on his feet.

"OK, boys, help him back to his seat - poor guy's never unloaded like that before," Rachel said with a swagger, making her hand that had recently launched Tommy into orbit into the shape of a gun with the last notes of Lin Manuel-Miranda's masterpiece.

"Who's next? Rick?" Rachel said, pointing at him.

What did she have in mind for him?

Rick's Dick Gets Wet

I found Rick to be more of a challenge than the other guys so far... he is so much like me in that he is rather shy, reserved and very loyal to Steve and Paul. He is the consummate friend who is always there for you and rarely if ever overshadows you along the way.

Back to totally nude, I stood tall before the drinking and upbeat men and stretched to my full length, giving them a perfect view of my mound and landing strip as well as my full breasts. It felt good to show off for these jovial, appreciative guys. When they weren't cheering, it was the look on their face, their bulging eyes and the way they interacted with each other.

Paul lifted Rick from his seat on the couch and shoved him my way. His eyes met mine and I saw fear. I had my work cut out for me with this guy.

He hesitated by the clothing rack, so while he was browsing I pulled my ample tits together to enhance my cleavage. I used my red-painted nails to pinch my nipples, even pulling my tits upward with forefingers and thumbs and let them crash down on my chest.

I looked at Rick and he had chosen well. He smiled broadly and handed me a cowgirl hat which I teased with displaying my ass, tits and pussy before I landed it on my head.

"That looks swell," said a pleased but shy Rick. The other guys were loving a fully naked gorgeous woman in just her Stetson.

My job was to turn "swell" into "pure ecstasy."

I knew Rick was still alive when he nervously handed me the high boots, chaps, a blouse and scarf.

I stepped away from Rick and to the tune of Beyonce's "Cowboy Carter" donned the sexy cowgirl outfit he selected. No skirt was a wise choice. Wearing the high boots and chaps showcased by pussy lips and triangle landing strip.

I danced a few bars with Rick, who was growing happier. I could tell just how happy her was when I pressed against his dress pants and clearly felt one long and hard dick.

He had missed the sex toy box I brought along with the clothing rack, so I slowly and seductively bent over to review my choices of toys. As I did, the cheers rose with a full view of my ass and pussy lips protruding between my legs. I quickly found the gun-shaped dildo I wanted but I lingered.

Before gathering my "weapon" I used another one. Still bent over at the waist, I used both hands to grab my but cheeks and pulled back to show them all of the goods. My female charms were nasty wet and ready for the rodeo ahead.

The cheers and positive screams from Rick and the guys set me on fire and spurred me to do more to please them.

To Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire," I circled Rick and played with myself using the long gun shaft to further excite the guys.

I bent over in the high-heeled boots and chaps and raised the white blouse to show my curves. There wasn't a limp dick in the room. Things actually grew quieter as they wondered what reward Rick could earn by undressing me. And would the sensitive friend actually touch me?

Rick left the cowboy hat on me and very gently and meticulously disrobed me. The guys egged Rick on and he deftly stripped off my blouse and bandana. He looked at me in the hat, chaps and boots and confidently said, "I want to fuck this filly."

I stopped in my tracks with stunned surprise, and the other guys were gasping with no words to his bold pronouncement.

After taking another drink of strong alcohol, the guys once again chanted, "Reward, reward!"

I was beginning to reach Rick and I did not want to stop.

I pulled his hands into mine and pressed his clothed body into my naked one. I took his big hands and placed them on my breasts. He cupped them gently, kissed me warmly, and ran his hands down my body until his right hand felt my sopping wet pussy.

He ripped off his belt and I took charge in undressing the medium built, brown-haired handsome Rick. He was now stark naked and I had more on than he did.

His cock popped out of his boxers and I laid him gently on the carpeted floor. His cock was eight inches of prime man meat, and using the "cowgirl" theme I climbed onto him and used both hands to insert his cock into my awaiting pussy.

Rick thrust forward entering me further, and he reached for my tits, fondling them as I bounced on his hot poker. I then took control with my hips and ass twerking on that pole and enjoyed watching Rick having fun and enjoying something that was just for him.

Steve, Paul and Gene were astounded that Rick had gotten this far with a woman. What they did not know was I found Rick to be a conquest to be won, and this cowgirl was not finished.

The tight fit, friction, my right hand rubbing my clit and g-spot all combined with my moaning, and my excited and sometimes over-acted screaming:

"Give it to me, Rick.... you are such a stud.... fuck me good.... oh, I'm cumming... fuck yes!"

Even though some of it was overplayed, the guys would never forget the day they saw kindly shy Rick give a gal a solid orgasm. I shuddered atop my prey and then pulled his huge cock out to allow him to shoot cum all over my tits.

I beamed proudly and yelled "Yee Haw, who's next?"

The host and the guest of honor

After Rachel finished off Rick, she turned to me and Steve. Walking over to us and doing a '"come hither" gesture with her fingers, she said, "Why don't you boys come up here together?"

I looked at Steve. He shrugged and said, "Let's go!"

We followed Rachel over to the rack of clothes. There was one large outfit in a box on the bottom of the rack. Rachel said, "Paul, why don't you peek inside and tell me if you approve. I'll keep Stevie here occupied while you do."

Rachel walked around Steve like a lioness sizes up her victim, tracing her hand around from time to time to touch Steve's shoulder or back or chest or to play with his hair. Steve followed her around with his eyes, which enabled me to look in the box.

Yes, this was the perfect outfit for the grand finale. It was a racy and lacy short bridal gown, complete with a veil, white thigh length hose, a white garter belt and enamel-white shiny high heels.

"Rachel," I said, "I think for full effect you need to get dressed in private for this one."

"Good call, Paul. Why don't you come help me in the other room? Be right back, Stevie..." she said in a teasing voice.

I picked up the box and followed her into my bedroom.

"Paul," she cooed, "I know how badly you wanted me at Victoria's Secret. I have saved the best treat for you," she said. "Steve will get his share, but I want to honor his bride by not draining him of his manly powers the night before the wedding. He needs to rise to the occasion tomorrow night. We girls have to look out for each other."

"But you get to put this on me now, and share in the fun with Steve in a few minutes. Follow my lead, ok?" She touched my chest and kissed me hard.

I helped her get into costume. She looked amazing, and I had many opportunities to touch her firm dancer's body as I assisted in the dressing process.

"OK, now go out there and tap my phone to bring up 'Grand Finale Tracks' - and I'll make a grand entrance.

I went out. The guys were clowning around and knocking back another round. I went to Rachel's phone, found the tracks, and hit play.

The opening strains of Madonna's "Like a virgin" began to play. Perfect!

"Gentlemen, put your hands together for the naughtiest wedding night preview, from the amazing Rachel!"

The guys hollered in joy as she pranced out to the music. Rachel made a beeline for Steve, pulled him to his feet, and began twerking her firm ass against his crotch. She tossed her long hair around and pretended to be getting fucked. This went on for the rest of the song. Then the music changed to Olivia Newton John's "Let's get physical."

And boy, did we get physical. Rachel called me over and stood before me and Steve. She used her hands to start stroking both of us. Then she said,

"Now, Steve, I don't want to spoil tomorrow night for your bride, but how about you and Paul spit roast me, right here, right now? Paul, lift up my dress and pull my G-string down."

At this point, I didn't need many instructions, and that was a good thing, because by the time I had her G-string down, Rachel was kneeling and her mouth was full with Steve's cock. I stepped into position behind her, whipped it out, and slid inside. Rachel arched her back as I plunged in; she never missed a beat on Steve's cock. We established a pace in time with the music, and when Olivia's voice said the lyrics, "Let's get animal," Rachel moved her head around in half circles, giving Steve an amazing tonguing while making her hair thrash around. I grabbed her hips and watched as my cock slid in and out between those tight cheeks. I spanked them from time to time and heard Rachel moan as I did.

Steve looked like he was about to blow a gasket, and I wasn't far behind. Rachel paused her sucking on Steve and began to jerk him off, begging him to shoot all over her face. She then said, "Fuck me hard, Paul, like I know you've dreamed of doing. Fuck me and show your friends how a man fucks a woman...."

Like I needed encouragement?

Steve soon let loose, to the cheers of the other guys, while I held on to Rachel's firm hips and pounded that pussy just like she asked.

Staying on all fours, she growled, "Shoot your load inside me, Paul. Fill this bad bitch bride up!"

This was all I needed to send me over the edge. Rachel took every ounce I had and then some. This straight-laced office manager was insatiable! Exhausted, I fell back and watched as Rachel stood back up, did a slow turn around the room, took a well-deserved bow from her adoring and exhausted fans, and walked away into my room. What a performance!

Rachel and Paul -- Next Steps

I heard from Paul that the private bachelor party for Steve was a resounding success, as if that wasn't immediately obvious, and never again was I overlooked and underestimated by these guys or the girlfriends they told about my raunchy and provocative performance.

The wedding was a huge success and groom Steve had plenty of energy and semen to please his new bride, or so I heard. Paul was over the moon with the stag party and his connecting (literally) with me. He had no idea I had that kind of dark, dirty, wild side. I knew he certainly enjoyed the grand finale and getting off inside of the "bad bitch bride," as I described myself.

I let a few weeks go by, then texted Paul to see if he could get together soon. Paul was intrigued. We had walked to work together a few times, between rainstorms and errands before work, and had seen each other in mixed company around the building but hadn't really talked. I knew he was probably saying, "What's up?" to himself.

We met up after work and, rather than walk home, I invited him to my favorite coffee shop to talk at a quiet table in the back.

"You know that stag party for Steve?" I said.

Paul's face got hot as he thought back to the naughty party, and said, "How could I ever forget you that night?"

"Well, I have something to confess...." I said, looking downward. I kept him in suspense...

Paul leaped to bad news, wondering over his latte about whether he wore a condom that night.

"Rachel, I am there for you.... whatever your news is," he said as he held my hands, trembling just a bit. He was so sweet. I could tell he wasn't sure he was ready for fatherhood, marriage and all that it represented.

I batted my baby blue eyes at him, looked straight into Paul's and said, "I can't quit thinking about that stag party, how the guys reacted to me and how much it turned me on. And how the grand finale felt when you and Steve had your way with the bad bitch bride I was playing."

I paused for dramatic effect and tightened my grip on Paul's hands. Then I said in an earthy, low voice: "I want you to help me do that again.... and soon. I need it. I want it. I crave it."

Relieved and sweating bullets, Paul looked at me and said, "Of course, Rachel... I know other guys who are getting married soon and we can recreate the bad bitch bride or other sexy scenarios to your heart's content. I will volunteer to help choreograph and attend.... even participate.... in the parties to drive your sexual energy to the max."

I downed the rest of my cappuccino and smiled.

"I love you, Paul. I knew you would understand. Please get me naked and fucked all you want. The lusty gregarious men..... the feeling of raw naked power over the men there.... and the naughty rewards. I loved every minute of it and want to do it again and again and again."

As we walked home, I felt elated that Paul would help be my front man on my alter ego life. I could see his eyes taking in my hair, my eyes, my nice tits bouncing along, and could see him literally counting his lucky stars.