Laura's Double Trouble (The Bachelorette Party, #2) E-Book

Jenna Powers

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Laura and Joan have meticulously planned their friend, Debbie's, bachelorette party and start the night off with a bang at a strip club full of big black men. They watch as Debbie is toyed with by a massive black man but before things get hot and heavy, they're asked to leave the private room. Laura can't help but feel the heat between her legs spread rapidly through her as she's led out by one of the muscular strippers named Hammer.

Before Hammer leaves Laura and her friends at a table, she grabs his attention and asks if she can get a private show. Hammer nods and takes her off to a darkened section of the strip club where Laura can hear moans beneath the heavy music filling the club. He takes her into a small little alcove covered by a curtain and starts the private showing.

As Laura excitedly interacts with Hammer and his big black member, Joan and another stripper stumble into the alcove. The two are stunned at first, but they're faced with double trouble as the two big black strippers give them an amazing show!

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Laura’s Double Trouble

The Bachelorette Party Part 2

By Jenna Powers

© 2016 Jenna Powers

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

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Laura's Double Trouble (The Bachelorette Party, #2)

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Laura grinned as she looked over at Shelly.  It was their friend, Debbie's, bachelorette plan, and she, along with Shelly, Jen and Joan had quite the night planned for her.  They were now standing in front of the run down male strip club, Johnson and Johnson's.  Laura had actually been the one to find it and show it to Joan, who then convinced the others that this was the place to bring Debbie.

Joan and Jen were carrying the various surprise gifts we had gotten for Debbie as we walked towards the run down building.  Debbie also had no idea that this was a strip club; the girls had told her that it was a club.  It was supposed to be Debbie's final crazy night out.  The details were kept secret.

The loud bass from the music inside resonated against the door and Shelly pulled the door open.  Debbie peered in nervously and paused before looking at the others in astonishment.

"What is this place?"  Debbie asked.

Laura gave Shelly another mischievous grin before looking at Debbie.  "Go on, the lucky bachelorette first," Laura said with a giggle.  Shelly couldn't help but giggle herself as she kept the door open.  Debbie walked into the club, just a few small steps before she paused and looked at the girls.

"Wait, did you all bring me to a strip club?"  She questioned, her hands on her hips.

"Not just any strip club!  It's great!  Come on!"  Laura replied as she grabbed Debbie's wrist and pulled her deeper into the confines of the dark, loud strip club. 

Debbie looked around cautiously, her eyes darting from one area to another.  There were well built, male strippers inside cages with tribal gear on.  Feathers, tassels, loincloths, and not much else was adorned on their chiseled frames.

"Good evening ladies!"  A large, well dressed black man in a deep blue suit greeted.

"We called a while back, a bachelorette party, not sure if you remember,” Laura greeted back, trying to shout over the music.

"Ah yes!  The lucky lady was... Debbie, wasn't it?"  The black man responded.

He had an accent that made him sound a bit choppy as if English wasn't his first language.  Laura raised Debbie's arm by the wrist and smiled at the black man, the owner of the fine establishment.

"Here she is!"  Laura replied.

"Perfect, come, come, follow me," the black man said as he turned and headed towards the side of the room.

"Have you all been here before?"  Debbie asked, leaning in towards Jen.

"A couple times to stake it out.  He's one of the owner's of the place.  His brother is the other owner," Jen replied.

Debbie gasped as she watched a black stripper strut out wearing similar tribal gear, but with a mask.  He was also wearing some sort of form fitting cloth that wrapped around what she could only guess was his manhood.

"That can't be real," Debbie remarked, tapping Jen and pointing at the stripper.

"Yeah, it's probably a dildo he's got wearing beneath or something," Jen agreed as she peered over.  "Still, look at those muscles... yum," she continued.

Debbie laughed and lightly smacked Jen on the shoulder.  Yet, her eyes couldn't look away, watching his glistening, oiled up body as it sparkled under the flashing lights.  He swung his hips around, his covered, supposed member, spinning in circles.

"You girls are lucky!  Tonight is Tribal Night!  Got the biggest boys coming out tonight," the black man in the suit said as he led them to a door.

"We get our own private room?"  Debbie asked, astonished.

"You know it!"  Joan replied with a huge grin.

The black man led them into the deceptively large room.  It was much cleaner and much better lit than the main room they had walked through.  Along one side of the room was a nice long, semi-circular shaped couch.  Across from it were three circular shaped, elevated platforms.  The two to the side didn't have a pole but the one in the center did, a silver and gold pole that made its way all the way to the ceiling.

"Go on, sit, sit," the black man requested.

Shelly and Laura led Debbie over to the couch and she plopped down right in the center, facing the center most elevated platform.  Jen and Joan sat on opposite edges of the couch.  The well dressed black man walked in front of them, his arms outspread in an inviting manner.

"Welcome to Johnson and Johnson's, the best strip club dedicated to providing the best entertainment for women.  If there's a johnson out there that's large enough, we make sure to get them here," the black man said with a wink.

Debbie let out a small chuckle at the horrible attempt at a joke.

"My name is Mo, and I'm the co-owner.  My brother is out working with a vendor currently but you might see him tonight.  He'll look like me, except with a gray suit.  Now, Debbie, you are our guest of honor here tonight.  Congratulations!"  Mo continued.

"Thank you," Debbie replied.

"Oh, don't thank me yet," Mo replied with another wink.  "Now, imagine yourselves deep in the plains of Africa.  Lions, tigers, and all other predators out in the night," he started.  The lights turned off, causing all the women to let out a startled yelp.

Laura could feel the thundering bass coming from outside the room, but their own room remained rather silent.  There were footsteps that stomped around in front of them, like drumbeats.  She sucked in her lips as she excitedly waited in the dark.

"But fear not.  There are ancient tribes that will protect you!"  Mo's voice echoed.

He was no longer in front of them.  Rather, it sounded as though his voice was coming from speakers [...]