You arrive

You step out of the elevator, your pulse quickening as you walk down the hotel hallway. Each step brings you closer to Mia and the bachelorette party she invited you to—your mind replaying the teasing promises she made on the phone. The thought of being the only guy, surrounded by a group of women, flits through your mind, and you can’t deny the slight stir in your pants as the excitement builds.

You stop at the door to the suite, take a breath, and knock. A moment later, the door swings open, and there she is: Mia.

Her smirk is as dangerous as ever, and she’s even more stunning than you remember. Her black dress clings to her body in all the right places, the neckline low enough to draw your gaze, but it’s the look in her eyes—playful, knowing, and teasing—that catches you. She’s always had that effect on you, and tonight, it’s no different.

"Right on time," she says, stepping closer. Her perfume wraps around you, subtle but intoxicating. She pulls you in for a quick hug, her arms draping around your neck as she presses herself against you. Her lips brush your ear, and her breath is warm against your skin.

"I’ve been waiting for you," she whispers, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

As she pulls away slightly, her hand slides down your chest, lingering just below your waist, until her fingers press lightly against the bulge in your pants. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to make your cock twitch, the heat rising in your chest. Mia’s lips curl into a smile as she feels your reaction.

"Good," she murmurs, rubbing her palm against you, her touch slow and deliberate. "I like it when you’re already hard before we even start."

Your breath catches, and she leans in closer, her lips brushing your neck. "Keep that up for me tonight, okay? You’re going to want to stay... ready." Her fingers trail off your body, leaving you aching for more, as she steps back.

"Come on," she says, her eyes gleaming. "Let’s go meet the girls."

You follow her into the suite, trying to steady your breath as your arousal simmers beneath the surface. The hotel room is spacious, with a large table set up for poker in the center. The air smells faintly of perfume and ****, and the sound of laughter drifts through the room. Mia walks confidently ahead of you, guiding you into a room where four women turn to look at you the moment you enter.

You’re the only guy here, and their eyes are on you, sizing you up.

Mia gestures toward the bride first. "This is Sarah," she says with a smile.

Sarah stands up from the couch, a glass of champagne in hand, and gives you an enthusiastic smile. She’s wearing a short, lace-trimmed white dress that’s playful but undeniably sexy. Her hair falls in loose curls over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkle with excitement as she crosses the room to greet you.

"Hi!" she says, her voice bubbly and full of energy. "Thanks so much for coming! Mia told us you’re going to be our poker expert tonight. I hope you’re ready for us." She winks at you, her smile bright.

You chuckle, nodding. "I’ll try to be gentle."

Sarah laughs, tilting her head to the side. "Gentle? That’s no fun."

Her energy is infectious, but there’s something in the way she looks at you that suggests she’s in on whatever Mia has planned. She’s the bride, but there’s a playful mischief in her eyes that makes you think she’s not as innocent as she looks.

Before you can say more, you hear a voice from across the room.

"You know," Emma drawls, leaning back in one of the armchairs with a drink in hand, "I’m still really bummed there’s no stripper tonight." Her voice is low and sultry, and her gaze is fixed directly on you. She’s wearing a tight red dress that hugs every curve, the slit up her thigh giving you a glimpse of smooth skin.

Emma’s lips curl into a teasing smile as she adds, "I was really hoping to have at least one impressive cock a couple inches from my face this trip. But I guess poker will have to do."

Your heart skips a beat, and the room feels a little warmer. The way Emma’s looking at you—bold, unashamed, and openly flirtatious—makes your pulse race. Her eyes drop down to your crotch for just a second before flicking back up to your face, and you’re sure she’s noticed the way you shift under her gaze.

"I’ll do my best to keep you entertained," you say, trying to keep your tone light despite the heat building in your chest.

Emma’s smile deepens. "Oh, I’m sure you will."

As you try to catch your breath, Olivia steps forward. She’s dressed more modestly than the others, wearing a soft, flowy floral dress that gives her a delicate, almost ethereal look. She’s holding a cocktail in one hand, her grip tight as if she’s nervous. Her eyes meet yours, and she gives you a small smile—quiet, reserved.

"Hi," she says softly, her voice almost shy.

You nod, returning her smile. "Nice to meet you, Olivia."

She blushes slightly, glancing down at her drink before looking back at you. She’s more reserved than the others, but there’s a subtle curiosity in the way she watches you—like she’s trying to figure you out. There’s a quiet intensity there, even if she’s not as forward as Emma or Sarah.

Sitting at the poker table, shuffling a deck of cards with practiced ease, is Rachel. She’s dressed in tight jeans and a cropped tank top, her toned arms exposed, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her fingers flick the cards effortlessly between her hands as she looks up at you with a sly grin.

"So, you’re the dealer tonight?" Rachel’s voice is playful but laced with challenge. "You better keep an eye on me—I like to cheat." She spreads the deck across the table with a flick of her wrist, her grin widening.

You chuckle. "I’ll keep that in mind."

Rachel gives you a wink as she pulls the cards back together. "You might get distracted, though. We’re not exactly shy." Her words hang in the air for a moment, and you can already tell that she’s the one who’s going to push things a little further as the night goes on.

Mia leads you toward the poker table, placing a hand on your arm as she leans in close once again. Her touch sends a jolt through you, the memory of her fingers against your cock still fresh in your mind.

"You’re going to have to keep up with these girls," she whispers, her voice low and teasing. "They’re already excited to have you here."

Her hand moves lower, grazing your thigh under the table, and she leans in so close that you can feel her breath against your skin. "I want you to stay hard for me tonight," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’re going to need it."

Your cock throbs at her words, and you can barely focus as Mia leans back, her smirk even more dangerous than before.

"Now," she says, her voice light and playful again, "let’s get started."

You sit down at the poker table, your hands steady as you shuffle the deck and deal out the first round of cards. The women are laughing, sipping drinks, and throwing playful banter back and forth, but you can feel the tension building under the surface. You’re just the dealer tonight—but the way they’re all looking at you, teasing you, makes it clear that this is no ordinary poker night.

As you deal the cards, Mia leans in close again, her lips brushing your ear. "I told you they’d like you," she whispers, her voice full of amusement. "I think they’re going to give you a run for your money. Try to keep up."

Her eyes linger on you for just a second longer, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re walking right into her game.