Bachelorette Party Stripper by CABONE
Unleash your wild side with our steamy 'Bachelorette Party Stripper' erotic sex story! Dive into a night of passion and unforgettable adventure as friends celebrate love with a tantalizing twist. Join the fun and excitement—perfect for bachelorette party inspiration and sultry storytelling! Read more now!<br/>
I’d like to thank my brother and beta reader leftylooo. I bounce ideas off of him and he gives me encouragement.
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Hi, I’m Laci, a 5′-3″, 110 pound, strawberry blonde (more strawberry than blonde), entertainer. I happen to remove my clothing for young, sometimes not so young, ladies at parties, particularly bachelorette parties. I do parties with other themes, but not as often as bachelorette parties. I do not do men’s parties, for safety and other reasons. My friends call me Laci Underalls, but my real name is Laci Underhill. I hate my parents, particularly my dad, because he knew exactly what he was doing, fuckin’ Caddyshack, he thought he was hilarious. My mom didn’t stop him. Assholes… honestly, I don’t hate my parents, but Grrrr…
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Stripping doesn’t necessarily mean that every time that I strip, I fuck someone. Honestly, it’s rare for me to do it. Some of the other girls fuck multiple times per night. I don’t judge. If that’s what they like and want, they have every right as well as every opportunity.
The company for which I work has no rules about sexual contact with the clients. Their contract plainly stipulates that the client is paying for a striptease dance or dances for the client, be it a bride, groom, whoever. What is unsaid is if there is contact of a sexual nature; that is between the stripper and the client. The contract is signed well before the strippers are scheduled. No contract, no dancers, no misunderstandings, it’s pretty simple.
I have…had, one hard and fast rule, no fucking the bride-to-be. I didn’t want to be the reason why any bride had doubts. This past weekend I broke, no…shattered, no…nuked my hard and fast rule. Before you ask, yes the wedding was cancelled.
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Honestly, this was to be a standard bachelorette party, a really big one, but standard, nonetheless. There were three of us booked, Diamond, Sapphire and me, Ruby. I know, classic, right? Otherwise known as Emma, Charlotte and Laci.
Using an alias is not only standard operating procedure, it is an absolute necessity. The most rational, sane and normal people can, having irrationally convinced themselves that the stripper is completely infatuated with them, go certifiably insane.
When I started, I was advised to take down any social media presence before performing my first show. It was explained how relentless obsessed fans can be and after a couple of terrifying examples, I was convinced. I shut down my Instagram account, after having removed all the photographs and I did the same with Facebook. I am fully aware that once something has been posted on the Internet; it is there forever and a determined search can find it. I have proceeded with the assumption that people who know me as Laci are not looking for me as Ruby and vice versa. I also actively avoid having anything posted with my real name attached/tagged, etc. It’s all I can do and have been successful to date in avoiding any stalkers. Knock on wood…
Another standard operating procedure is to have security along for the protection of the dancers. The requirement can be waived for bachelorette parties if the dancers feel safe with the clients. Honestly, women can get exponentially crazier than their male counterparts, so it is not a given that a waiver is issued. It’s actually kind of rare that it is done up front. Often, the guys are sent home after the dancers get familiar and comfortable with the clients.
In this case, Emma (Diamond) knew the bride-to-be. Emma was a server at a downtown restaurant and the bride-to-be was a regular. They had gotten to be, not exactly friends, but more than acquaintances. After the show was set up, Emma talked to Charlotte and me and asked if we would be okay with not having security. We both said that if she was comfortable, we were comfortable. The lack of security normally will not only allow, but actually promote uninhibited behavior. Not only for the clients, but for the dancers.
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As I said, this was to be a really big party. Something like fifteen to twenty women in a huge home. We were instructed to bring at least three costume changes as the hostess, i.e. maid of honor, paid for and wanted three shows from each of us. The company has a website with pictures of all the dancers, so Sapphire and I were specifically chosen to accompany Diamond. This was going to be a full evening, so the company negotiated an incredible fee for all three of us. Yeah, they made more money, too, but they realllly took care of us.
I took six changes, as I wanted to be able to fit into the mood of the room. I didn’t know if Emma and Charlotte brought additional costumes, beyond the requested three, as well. I brought the somewhat standard French Maid and Schoolgirl outfits. I also brought a Sexy Cowgirl, not a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, a Flight Attendant, a Nurse and a Sexy Secretary.
We arrived together, having shared an Uber, in the early afternoon, well before the party started. The maid of honor, Sara, showed us where the party was to be held; the rec room, which opened out to the pool.
Sara then escorted us to a bedroom where we were to change. The bedroom was up a sweeping staircase and at the end of the hall. I say bedroom, because that was what she called it, but it was actually a suite with a bedroom, full bath, sitting room and enormous walk-in closet. We carried our outfits, hair and makeup bags into the closet and bathroom. Through French doors was a walk out balcony which overlooked the pool. As big and seemingly ostentatious as this home was, there was nothing garish about it. All of the decorations were understated and tastefully done.
“Ladies, this is your home for the evening.” Sara told us. “There’s a refrigerator in the sitting room with soft drinks, energy drinks, sports drinks, wine, and cheese and crackers. Help yourself to anything that you would like.”
All three of us stood in the middle of the bedroom looking around with our mouths agape.
Sara turned around and saw our stunned reaction for the first time. She giggled, “Yeah, I reacted pretty much the same way the first time I visited here.”
I found my voice, “This isn’t your house?”
Sara laughed, “No, this is the bride’s parent’s home.”
Emma was the most awestruck. “I had no idea that Harper had this kind of money.”
Sara laughed again, “Don’t get me wrong, Harper does very well for herself, but this is representative of her parent’s money, not hers. Her parents are in Dallas on business and graciously offered the use of the house for the party. Sara doesn’t live here anymore.” She stopped and smiled, “The offer was not entirely altruistic. We had planned a Vegas trip for this party and Harper’s mom got very nervous about us having a party in public. She’s a very private person and the thought of us girls being in range of strangers with cameras and “bad intentions” (she did the air quotes) terrified her.”
We looked at each other and shrugged. I said, “Okay, what’s the plan? You asked for three changes. I brought six.”