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We both watched in anticipation as the bitchy bride sipped her piss champagne. Her reaction was immediate, as she spit the champagne out and started to gag.

“Oh my god Nikki are you ok,” asked one of the bridesmaids with blonde hair and a pink dress.

“This shit taste like piss,” Nikki managed to **** out, as she held out her glass.

The blonde bridesmaid took the glass and gave it a sniff before cautiously having a taste. Just like her bitchy friend the reaction was immediate as piss champagne came spewing from her lips.

“Hey fucktard,” the blonde yelled in the direction of the waiter. “How about you get us some real champagne instead of this piss water.” With that the blonde poured the bottle of champagne over the waiter’s head. This was followed quickly by four other glasses being thrown in his direction. The bridal party all laughed, as the soaked waiter retreated behind the bar.

Sophie and I inched closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Fuck my pussy itches like hell,” Nikki said to the blonde before giving her neath regions a good scratch.

“I told you not to have Brad as your side piece. That asshole probably gave you something,” the blonde said.

“Crabs would be a low price to pay for that cock,” Nikki laughed.

“Be that as it may let’s try to find you a new big dick tonight,” the blonde said.

“Maybe two or three, it’s my bachelorette party I’m not settling for one cock. I’m celebrating that big pay day in one month when this shit becomes official,” the bride to be said showing off her big diamond ring. “Fuck although you might be right about Brad, it’s fucking itching like hell. Even my ass.”

“You fit that thing in your ass,” the bridesmaid asked.

“Just the tip, and that pretty much tore me apart,” Nikki said. “I’ll be back, I’m gonna go to the bathroom to wash my crotch.”

Sophie and I watched the bride rush to the bathroom with one hand digging in her ass. At that moment the waiter appeared with another bottle of champagne. One of the bridesmaids, a brunette in a red dress, snatched it from his hand, and opened it. She shot the cork at the waiter, and spraying him with champagne.

“Have a taste of the good life loser,” she laughed.

I could see Sophie’s blood start to boil as she continued to watch the bridal party.

”God they’re all just as bad as their bitchy friend,” Sophie said.

“Well what are you gonna do about it,” I said with a smile, as I held up my watch.

“Humiliate them all,” Sophie smirked as time stopped.