Tru's Bachelorette Bash

Postby Mr Underheel » Tue Jul 22, 2014 3:38 pm

Tru had finally met the man of her dreams and was head over heels in love. It was no whirlwind romance: they dated for a year first and, after things began to get serious, she asked him for a copy of his credit report, a balance sheet, and an income statement. Fortunately, he had a sense of humor—and the same curiosity and concerns about her. That made them a good match. They swapped financial statements over a candle lit dinner one warm summer evening.

Now let’s fast forward to a month before the wedding, to the night of Tru’s bachelorette party. Her four best friends in the world, all members of her university’s Beta Nu Gamma sorority, were to be her attendants. They and her many other friends had had a wild and rollicking evening, hopping from bar to bar, dancing with each other and with random gentlemen who were brave enough to ask. All were clad in form-fitting dresses that tended to the “short” side, along with heels that were no less than four-and-a-half inches high. The heels were standard, nearly “required” dress for BNG girls and these sisters loved to comply with the sorority’s standards in this regard.

They closed down the bars at 2AM and most of the girls headed home, everyone except Tru and her bridal party. A few blocks away sat a small home that Tru had borrowed from a friend for the evening, a location that would facilitate her plans for this early morning get-together.

“It’s time to test your worthiness to actually BE in my wedding party, ladies. Are you ready for a challenge?” They all responded with a very excited and unanimous “YES!!!”

“I had no doubt that you would be! Ok, remember some of those games we used to play back at the house?” Their eyes got big as she pulled open a drawer and pulled out two big handfuls of rope coils. “What do you have in mind, Tru? We had some great parties, didn’t we?” Three of the four girls, though, said that they hadn’t played any such games since their college days ended and all were unhappy about that.

“Straight line, ladies. Right foot forward. Let me see one more time what you wore for me!”

Tru herself wore her favorite platform candy apple red 5” peep toes. From left to right, the girls displayed: black patent leather sling-back peep toes, 4.75” heels with 1” platform; 5” animal prints with 1” red platform and heels; strappy tan bootie with open toe and orange 1.25” platform with 5” heel; and snakeskin sling backs with 5” heels and a 1” platform. “You all still have great taste still, girls! I approve!!! Turn around now and cross your wrists behind your backs.” They all obeyed immediately, without hesitation, squealing with delight.

Slowly and carefully, the Bride To Be wound the cords around the crossed wrists of her friends until there was a thick pile of bindings hiding their flesh. She ran the ropes in 7 different directions: a crisscross pattern first, and then a square pattern that took the lines over the top of her right wrist, then under her left, back over the top of her right, and then under her left one more time. Finally, she wrapped it twice more around the cords between her wrists to unnecessarily cinch the tie.

“On three, girls, bend over for me! One…Two…Three!” Of course, they obeyed perfectly! Just for fun, Tru swatted each girl’s butt three times, once on the right cheek, once on the left, with the last one falling dead-center. Each of them giggled and tittered at the sound of each smack, whether it landed on her own ass or on one of the other girls’.

“Stand up straight! Turn to your right and line up one behind the other. They pivoted 90 degrees, almost in unison. The betrothed then produced more lines which she secured around each girl’s waist. She then bound that rope to the hands of the girl in front of her. She held in her own hand the rope around the lead attendant’s waist.

“Now what, Tru? What are you going to do with us? Are you going to lead us somewhere? For what?”

“Very observant! Yes, we’re going somewhere. Here’s what will happen. You can back out at any time because I won’t make you do something that you’re not willing to do. But if you DO back out, you will not be in my wedding party. Your choice.”

“Two buildings down is a little…after hours club that is run by a guy I know. We’re going there for Blow Jobs.” The girls’ eyes almost bugged out of their heads. “No, not on guys. The drinks. You know. Shot glasses. Liquor. Topped with whipping cream. You’ll each have your own drink. The one who gives the best treatment to the drink will win a prize!” She held up a $100 Shoedazzle.com gift certificate. “You could all use this, right?”

“And don’t be afraid. Sam has bouncers that will make sure nothing happens to any of us. They’re outside right now waiting for us. You’ll have to walk down the sidewalk tied like this, of course! I’ll lead you there. It’s 3AM! Nobody’s going to be on the street to see you! Are you all in still?”

The women nodded in agreement and Tru lead them toward the door.

As promised, there were two hulking men outside, each about 6’ 4” tall and each packed with muscle. “I’ve paid them well”, said Tru, “so don’t worry!” They made their way carefully down the three steps in front of the house with the bouncers ready to catch them if they stumbled. As promised, they were perfect gentlemen.

The street was nearly deserted though a couple of cars went by as they negotiated their way down the 150 feet to their destination. The 5 pairs of heels clicked lightly on the concrete and the girls tittered as they walked excitedly along the way. Tru led them down a narrow sidewalk that went toward the back of the building where a dim yellow light illuminated a white door. She knocked three times slowly and then waited. After a few seconds, the door opened part way and the security guard recognized her and let them in.

Inside the door was a set of wooden steps that went down to a nicely finished basement where the illegal bar was located. There were a few couples there having drinks, all who had apparently been at other clubs most of the night. They whooped and catcalled as the bound ladies made their way down into the room. They all smiled and laughed and yelled back at the patrons.

Waiting for them there were 5 shot glasses, all lined up on a low table. Tru tugged at the rope and got them all in place. “I want to see straight legs when you drink these, girls! Feet apart for stability. The best tongue-action will probably win! Oh, and no using your hands!” Everybody laughed at that last comment.

“Ready…GO!” The crowd cheered them on as then bent to their work. Tongues swirled, lips caressed, and everyone in the room hooted and whistled which spurred the girls into even more enthusiastic licking and sucking of their drinks. At that point, Tru got in the act and picked up her drink. Though she seemed to do an incredible job with it, the patrons jeered her for using her hands. She just laughed and swallowed the shot with gust.

When they were done, she asked for applause for each of the attendants and said that the one receiving the loudest ovation would be declared the winner. The final results: they liked snake skin heels the best!

And with that, it was time for them to leave. Tru took the lead in hand and headed up the stairs. The bouncers accompanied them, again ensuring their safety as they walked in those huge heels, without the benefit of their hands.

Down the sidewalk they went, now laughing loudly and talking about their experience with great delight. As they disappeared inside the house the bouncers bid them good night. Tru released their waist ropes and stood there with them lying over her hand. A gleam grew in her eye.

“Bonus points to anybody who spends the night—AND lets me keep their hands tied all night. OH! And lets me tie their feet. PLUS you have to keep your shoes on the whole time!”

“Who’s game?”