His wedding

"Okay than I won't talk about your wedding." you say coyly.

"What do you mean? You didn't come to my wedding?" He said defensively.

"Trust me, I came at your wedding," you smirk, "Many times."

"Don't tell me you whored yourself out their like a pathetic little slut." Mitch sneered.

"What are you talking about, I was apart of the wedding party. Your wife is one of my best friends," you say and memories form in your mind. Mitch's wife and you watching movies late at night on the couch. You dressing up in a suit getting ready for the wedding.

"Your presence there was out of courteously to my wife, nothing else." Mitch says.

"Oh, I wouldn't say nothing else," you say, "From what I remember your bachelors party was a very exciting time." you say.

"Yeah, we all got drunk and went to a strip club," he says, not much else.

"Oh you got drunk alright, but we never left your apartment," you smirk, "Something I learned about you that night is that when you get really drunk, you turn into a man slut. And best of all, you don't seem to remember any of it."

"What are you talking about," Mitch says, "I do not,"

"All you're groomsman, well they knew this before I did. They saved money on the strippers that night. Why pay for a free show."

"I don't believe you." Mitch says, turning away.

"I have a video?" you say pulling out your phone, tapping on your photos and opening a video that hadn't been there moments before.

"Fuuuuuucccccck yyyyoyoooou," a very drunk Mitch says to the camera, "You are a *hiccup* You're a fucking bitch," he says flopping on the couch,

"Am I?" you say.

"YYeeeees," he says very adamantly, "Yooou made my life awful. Like pooop." he says, drunkenly undoing his belt, "Oh look my dick is hard," he says absent mindedly jacking himself. "YOu made my life....Helll I tell you." He pulls his legs back, putting a finger on his asshole through his suit pants.

"It wasn't all that bad," you say.

"You fucked...everyone." he says, rubbing his hole harder, "But not me, no I didn't let you." he presses his finger harder and it tears the pant. He doesn't seem to care.

"I bet... A slut like you would enjoy this tight ass." He says playing with his hole, jacking himself off as he did so. He starts to drunkenly giggle. "I bet you've been dreaming about using me as you're little cumrag bitch haven't you?" He says, sliding a finger up his ass. "you're like a slut. A fucking slut obsessed with me or something." Mitch pulls off his pants, smirking coyly. "Well i'll show you." The video cuts to Mitch, playing with a thong as he dances in the center of the bachelor party. The rest of the men cheer as he gives some of them a lap dance.

"Stop the video," Mitch said looking away in terror. "That can't be real I wouldn't..." he stammers, not looking at you trying to convince himself.

"What? That you wouldn't like getting half naked for a room full of men and dancing like a gogo boy?" You say with a smirk. "I think that's exactly what you'd do.