Bachelor/Bachelorette Parties

A few months later, a week before the wedding, and all the baby bumps were starting to show. Carli, Jesse, and Joan had bonded over their joint pregnancies, Carli and Joan both privy that you sired all three of them.

Ken, against Carli's wishes, decided to have his bachelor party at a strip club. You had heard them arguing in his bedroom about it for the past week, and she threatened that if he was going to a strip club, that for her bachelorette party, she'd maybe invite a stripper herself, and she might get too drunk and happen to suck the strippers hard cock. Ken was apathetic.

"You wouldn't do that, Carli. You're not that kind of girl."

"What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"The kind that forgets her birth control and coerces me into a marriage," he spat out with spite, "Look -- I do love you, Carli, but I wasn't ready for this. Marriage is -- well, it's a massive commitment. I just want one night of fun before it. I'm not cheating, I just want to look at other girls. Just for one more night. If your desire is truly to suck off some random stripper, I won't stop you, but it's on your character."

Carli pondered a moment. He was right to an extent, and she had just been manipulating him to do what she wants, all while truly carrying the best man's baby inside her. Yet still, her twisted mind found ways to cruelly betray Ken, resentment stemming from him not wanting to marry her or have a baby in the first place.

"I'm sorry. You're right, honey," she feigned sweetness, pecking his cheek with her lips, "I was just feeling jealous. But this is our last night of freedom. No harm can come from just looking."

"Exactly, babe. It's you I'm marrying, and it's one night of looks only."

Ken and Carli gave each other a polite kiss before heading out of their garage in separate directions, both plotting to do more than they had said.

Hey daddy! How would you like to fuck all three of your women tonight? Carli texted you.

At the strip club, Ken had gotten obnoxiously drunk. You sat beside him and two of your other guy friends, listening to Ken's drunken rants, with the occasional scowl from nearby patrons getting dances. David had paid for a private dance, and had likely already convinced the stripper to blow him.

"I can't believe this is happening, you guys. I fucked it. I fucked my life up. This is it."

"It's not all that bad," one of the groomsmen said, "It's an adjustment for sure. But give it time, man. Your life's not over."

"I'm staring down a void of eighteen years man. At least! God knows, Carli's gonna want more kids."

"Hey," you leaned over and placed a comforting hand on Ken's shoulder, "How about I buy you a private dance? Consider it a wedding present. Pick any girl you want."

Ken pointed at a slim Asian woman in the crowd, playing on her phone and pretending to be nonplussed by the rowdy crew she came in with.

"Ken. That's not a stripper."

"But I want that one."

You made the choice for him and approached one of the Asian strippers, since that seemed to be his preference of the night. You handed her $200 and pointed at Ken.

"See my friend over there? Can you take him to one of your VIP rooms for a half hour?"

She nodded. You then unsheathed a third $100 bill and slipped it into the back of her lacy G-string, groping a handful of her ass cheek. Breathing hot into her ear, you whispered, "Treat him well and there's more where that came from."

She smiled and winked at you before strutting towards Ken. Where did all this confidence come from? you thought, Probably from impregnating all the women in my immediate social circle.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. Spinning around, you came face to face with a childhood friend -- Emily, a girl you knew throughout middle school and high school.

"Emily!" you shouted
"John!" She shouted, both of you in unison, both raising your arms up to hug the other.

You realized she had barely any clothes on -- you were now feeling more of Emily's naked body than you'd ever had in your horny teen years.

"Whoa!" You said stepping back, now officially taking all of her in -- Emily was dressed in thin leather straps barely covering her pussy. Her supple tits were completely exposed, her nipples only covered by black duct tape X's. She had wild frizzy hair dyed blonde with streaks of black, not her natural brunette. "You strip here?!"

"Don't act so surprised. You know I've always been a bit --"

"Horny?"

"Yeah!" She laughed, "It's been ages. What are you doing here?"

"It's my buddy's bachelor party. I just bought him a private dance with --"

"Oh, so that's why you were feeling up Michelle's ass."

"I was giving her an extra tip, thank you very much. I'm trying to make sure he has a good time. I'm being a very generous best man."

"Strippers don't do that, John. We're not prostitutes." Emily turned and noticed the owner glaring her down from the shadows. "Hey, listen John. I'm on the clock. My time is money here."