A Bachelorette Party

It’s been one of those uneventful weekends—your phone in one hand, a drink in the other, scrolling through your feed aimlessly—when a name lights up your screen, one you haven’t seen in months.

Mia.

Your heart jumps, and right below that, your cock stirs involuntarily. She’s your ex, but ex doesn’t really cover it, does it? The way she dominated every situation, especially in bed, had a way of sticking with you. The way she took control, made you submit, made you want to submit… even though you’d never admit it aloud. Why is she callingYou swipe to answer.

“Hey,” she says, that same teasing lilt in her voice, and just hearing her tone makes you shift a little, already anticipating where this could go.

“Mia,” you say, your voice steady, but there’s no denying the rush of memories her name brings. The intense sex, the way she always knew how to push your buttons, and how she loved doing it. You remember every part of it, and suddenly, you’re thinking this isn’t just a friendly call.

“So, guess what?” she says, her voice playful but with that knowing edge. “I’m in town for a few days.”

Your pulse quickens, and your cock twitches again. She’s in town. This could mean a lot of things. A booty call, maybe?

“Really?” you say, trying to sound casual but already picturing her, remembering how her body moved beneath yours—or above you.

“Yeah, I’m here for a bachelorette party. I’m the maid of honor. You know how it is, lots of planning, keeping the girls in line, that sort of thing.”

You nod to yourself, but something tells you there’s more to this call than catching up about party plans. Why would Mia call you out of the blue for that? Things ended well between you guys and if you were visiting her city you would definitely call to see if she's free to spend the night together.

“And I had a little… situation come up,” Mia continues, her voice still light but laced with something more. “We’re having a poker night tomorrow. You know, something fun but not too wild for the final night. The thing is, I had a dealer cancel on me last minute.”

Ah. So that’s why she’s calling.

“And I thought… who do I know that’s good with cards, loves poker, and maybe could save the day?” Her voice lowers a little, teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. “I thought i wouldn't have time to meet you, although I was dying to see your cock —too busy keeping the girls entertained—but maybe this way we can, you know, meet up after?”

Your cock stirs again, your mind already racing. She wants you to come deal poker at a bachelorette party—you, the only guy, surrounded by drunk women—and then afterward, there’s the promise of… something more. How could you say no to that?

“Meet up after, huh?” you ask, your voice a little rougher, betraying the excitement that’s building.

“Yeah,” she says, her voice dropping into a softer, more suggestive tone. “Trust me, you’d love it. You’d be the only guy there, surrounded by sexy women. And once the drinks start flowing, well… things can get a little fun.”

Your pulse quickens at her words. Drunk, sexy women, all with their guard down, while you’re the center of attention. The image is almost too good to resist.

“Besides,” Mia continues, “I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them gets a little wild. These girls aren’t shy, you know. I’m willing to bet someone might even flash you if they’ve had enough to drink.”

The thought of that—of being surrounded by tipsy, uninhibited women who might just give you a show—is enough to make your cock harden more. Mia knows exactly how to get under your skin, how to dangle just enough to make you want more.

“Okay, maybe…” you say, but she isn’t done yet.

“And the best part? You don’t even know them, so it’s all new faces for you.” She laughs softly. “I think you’d like them. I mean, Sarah’s the bride, she’s fun and a little cheeky. But then there’s Emma, curvy as hell, flirty, and she’s definitely the type to get handsy after a few drinks. And a couple of the others? You’ll see. Let’s just say they know how to have a good time.”

She’s painting the picture so vividly, and you can’t stop your imagination from running wild. Strangers. Drunk, sexy strangers who might lose their inhibitions after a few rounds of poker. Women who might get bold, especially with a guy in the room. You’re practically throbbing now, the idea of being there, surrounded by women you’ve never met, setting your mind on fire.

“And who knows,” Mia adds, a little more playfully now, “afterward… it might not just be you and me. I mean, we could always be joined by someone if they’re up for it.”

That sends a jolt through you. She’s really playing with you now, dangling the idea that this might not be just a two-person affair. Maybe one of her friends would join in later? The possibilities are endless, and it’s enough to make your head spin.

“I don’t know…” you say, but the truth is, you’re already hooked.

“Oh, come on,” Mia presses, her voice full of teasing laughter. “You’re not going to say no to me, are you? Think about it—you, me, and a bunch of tipsy girls who’ve been giggling all night. I’ll bet you anything that Emma won’t be able to keep her hands off you. And afterward… we’ll have our fun.”

How could you resist that?

“Alright,” you say, feeling your heart pound a little harder. “I’m in.”

“I knew you’d say yes,” she purrs, satisfaction dripping from her voice. “You’ll have fun. I’ll make sure of it.”

The phone clicks off, but your mind keeps racing. Mia. You hadn’t seen her in months, but even the memory of her voice, her control, had your blood pumping. She always had that effect on you.

It wasn’t just that the sex was good. It was that she owned you in bed. She knew exactly what to say, exactly how to move, how to keep you right on the edge until you couldn’t take it anymore. There was always that hint of danger with her, like she could see right through your bravado and knew what you really wanted.

But you both knew it wasn’t going to last. Mia had been moving for work, and you weren’t about to uproot your life to follow her. So, you kept it casual, knowing there was an expiration date on the whole thing. It made things easier when she left—at least that’s what you told yourself.

But now she’s back. And it’s not just to catch up—it’s poker night with her and her friends. You, the only guy, in a room full of women.

You can’t help but imagine it. The attention. The teasing. Being the focus of the room. Your body responds to the idea before your mind can catch up, and for a second, you let yourself sink into it. The way the women might look at you. How Mia would watch, always in control. And afterward, maybe… something more.

The more you think about it, the more the idea grows. You’ll bring your best poker face, maybe even dress the part—sharp shirt, nice pants, give them something to look at. You’ll be the dealer, sure, but who says you can’t enjoy the company?

You picture Mia in the center of it all, like she always is, in control, watching you with that smirk that told you she knew exactly what you were thinking. And now, with strangers in the room—Sarah, Emma, and whoever else Mia mentioned—you feel the heat rising in your chest again.

The idea of being surrounded by women, all eyes on you, makes your pulse race. You’ve always liked the attention. And with Mia there, teasing you, pushing you just far enough…

You wonder how far things might go.

But as the night closes in and you start gathering your things for tomorrow, there’s a nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

Mia doesn’t just call for no reason. She always has a plan, always has something up her sleeve. It might be poker night for the girls, but if Mia’s involved, it’s never that simple.

You shake the thought off, trying to focus on the task at hand. Poker night. A bunch of women. Mia waiting for you after.