The evening mister...

"Did you really order a stripper?", Julius stretched out in his chair, making an incredulous expression.

"What would a bachelor party be without a stripper?", Marty, the servant of the Caput house, asked. He was already drunk, but certainly not as much as Tybalt.

"Haven't you both thought that you'd be staring at some girl's penis all evening as a result?", Julius rubbed his face incredulously. He did not know how someone could overlook such a obvious matter, especially since everyone had vivid reminder in their own pants.

The information slowly reached Marty's brain, but before he could answer anything, the expected surprise entered the room. A beautiful blonde woman with a well-groomed body stood in the middle, in a pose that wanted to show everything, even what dangled under her thong.

"You must be the groom", the striper approached Julius, as if she wanted to crush him with her corset, "I'm Gina. I'll make sure you don't forget that night."

"You can be sure of that", Julius said curtly, feeling her meat swell.

The music was turned on. Gina started with sensual undressing, revealing her goods in all its majesty. Only the tongs were left in place, but they were not able to hide their contents at all. The woman began to writhe body around the groom, folding her thigh over his shoulder and bringing her breasts closer.

"What made you Gina to work on a day like today? You know, you could stay at home", Julius tried to distract his own thoughts with a small talk from the rod, which very often flashed dangerously near his face.

"I am professional. I never let go of the entrusted role", the stripper stepped back, still leaning on the groom's shoulders, "Besides, it's an opportunity to try out a new move that I came up with this morning."

The woman tensed her muscles, pushed her pelvis forward, and then she spun the club, making a windmill. Julius seeing this, thought he was going to throw up. He fell on his knees, accidentally landing on the Prince of Cats, interrupting him masturbation through the exposed panties.

"You don't like it", the woman said in a broken voice, she almost cried.

"No, no. You danced wonderfully, but I am simply devoted to my mistress. And I feel bad looking at other women. That's all", Julius told a half-truth, but it worked. The stripper looked appreciatively at the groom, smiled, and began to dress up.

"Well, in return I can always show you, guys, something else ... help you explore the secrets of femininity", Gina beamed, and Tybalt looked at his cousin with an undisguised urge.

Julius knew he wouldn't dispel their plans.