I turn around to see a tall man wearing an Army uniform standing in front of me. I immediately face the girls who all have wide smiles plastered across their faces. I should have known they would do this to me. I stated I didn’t want a stripper when they asked me what I wanted to do for my hen do.  They gave me lots of different options—weekend away, spa day, amusement park, activity day, night out. I thought a night out would suit everyone.  I loved all the possibilities, but I wasn’t really keen on the amusement park though.

“Are you the bride-to-be?” He asks as he walks towards me.

With the amount of stuff I am wearing, it is a huge giveaway that I am the bride. Got to love the girls for doing it, but I have nowhere to hide now.

“Yes,” I state, feeling myself start to burn up.

He winks at me before pointing over to the DJ. The music changes and he starts to dance. I cover my face to hide my embarrassment. No, they can’t be doing this to me. Is he really a stripper? Oh, please someone tell me I am dreaming. I feel his hand grab hold of my wrist, pulling it away from my face. The girls are cheering in the background, one of them wolf whistling.

“Come with me,” he says, placing his arm around my waist and forcing me to walk over to a chair that someone must have placed in the centre of the dance floor. I gladly sit down.

The man bends down, whispering in my ear, “Relax. I will be finished soon. Enjoy it. I know you’re embarrassed.” He strokes my face with the back of his hand as he takes a few steps away from me. I can’t relax. I know what is going to happen. I do wonder if he is going to go all the way. Oh, please don’t. I don’t want to see that. Or do I? Oh my, I need to stop thinking. He stands there, turning around in a circle on the spot and shaking his arse in front of me. He slowly undoes each button as he shakes his arse, slowly sliding his shirt down each arm till his chest is totally exposed. Oh wow! Now that’s what I call a perfectly toned six pack. His natural tan makes his abs stand out even more. He slowly rubs his hand up and down his six pack, drawing attention to his muscles. He takes small steps towards me thrusting himself at me with every move. As he reaches me, he places one leg on either side of mine and grabs my hand while he rubs it up and down his naked chest. Oh, help me. It feels so good, but it’s so wrong.  It is like we are the only two people in the room. I am quickly brought back to reality when one of the girls lets out a high-pitched squeal.

He steps back from me and begins thrusting and gyrating his hips to the hypnotic beat, while slapping his arse. Please leave on your pants. Please. The girls are shouting “off, off, off!” I must be as red as a tomato now. He takes a step towards me, then another, then another till he is right in front of me again. He slowly turns around and bends down, placing his bum in the air. “Slap it,” one of the girls says.

I lift my hand to slap it; instead, I tap it gently. “Harder!” I do as they say and slap it harder. I feel guilty, but it feels so good to touch him. He stands up, rubs his bum and laughs. Again, the ladies begin to shout for him to take off his clothes. He stands with his face towards me and pulls the front of his trousers. I can’t believe it. He loses his trousers in one swift movement. Please no more. He continues shaking his arse in front of my face while grabbing some oil nearby and rubbing it on his chest. Oh my!

He walks towards me, pulls me up from my seat and places my hand on his chest. Nothing better than rubbing oil all over someone, especially when he’s nearly naked. I walk around him, rubbing it on his back and sliding my hand towards his bum. He quickly turns to me.

“So, special lady. Are you ready?”

I shout, “No!”

“I’ll be quick,” he says, grabbing hold of either side of his tight black underwear. “Three.”

“Don’t. Please don’t,” I beg.

“Two,” he replies.

Oh man, he is counting down.

“One.” As he says it, he rips the underpants straight off and throws them at me. I can’t help but look. Wow! He is hung like a donkey. It must be fake. That’s massive, much bigger than Rich. Oh, stop it, Jenny. I cover my face, feeling myself burn up even more. The girls are cheering.

I walk over to the chair to sit back down. He leaves with his hand covering his bits, only letting the girls see his bare arse as he bends down and slaps it one last time.

The music stops, turning back into something normal. I uncover my face to see he has left. Could it have been a dream? Well, a nightmare.

“Oh my, he was amazing. Did you see how big his cock was?” Michele questions.

“That really did just happen,” I state.

“Yes, his name is Adam. He is a lad Alison knows,” she replies, smiling at me.

I glare over in Allison’s direction. “Oh, please tell me there are no more strippers tonight,” I enquire.

“No more strippers unless you want us to get the bar staff to strip.” Michele laughs, running her fingers through her hair.

“No, thank you,” I reply, laughing it off, as I look at the bar staff.  Nah, none of them are cute, or I would request their shirts off.

I leave Michele laughing with some of the girls and head outside for a few minutes of air. It’s too hot inside. It is so wonderful how much the girls love me and how they wanted to make tonight special for me. Megan is the best friend a girl could ask for, and I love her to bits. I can’t wait for her hen do; I will get revenge for tonight. I just hope Mark is the one. He is everything she wants and needs in life. Megan has mentioned for a while that she wants to move away, be as far away from her ex-boyfriend John as she can get. I just hope she does for her own sake, not for Mark’s.

Megan appears beside me with a cock balloon attached to her wrist and two glasses.

“I can’t believe you lied to me, telling me you had gone away when you hadn’t, Megan,” I state.

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you. Rich knew all about it,” she replies.

“Good job I love ya, isn’t it?” I question.

“I know you do. By the way, your cookies are ready. I will drop them off tomorrow,” she states with a huge smile.

“I forgive you. There better be lots of cookies for what you did to me.  Thank you for everything, Megan. You mean the world to me,” I say, giving her a big hug.