


                         PARTY GIRL

                             by 

                          Joe Doe 


A WOMAN IS INDIGNANT THAT HER HUSBAND HAS DRAGGED HER OFF TO MEXICO 
TO ATTEND A BACHELOR PARTY FOR AN OLD (AND OBNOXIOUS) FRAT BROTHER. 



Kelly was not a happy woman.  She resented the fact that Jim was 
wasting their money at a hotel in Mexico to attend a bachelor 
party for one of his old fraternity brothers.

She hated her husband's frat brothers -- and knew that the feeling 
was mutual.  She had been delighted when Jim had graduated and left 
his horny, alcoholic "buddies" behind.

Even though the frat reunions were infrequent, they still 
infuriated Kelly.  What made this reunion even more pointless 
was that, as soon as they checked into the hotel, Jim had 
practically collapsed in her arms with a nasty case of the flu. 

Now, instead of attending the bachelor party, Jim was going to 
spend the evening hugging the toilet. 

Not that Kelly really minded.  She thought it was funny that, 
instead of ogling some stripper, Jim would be projectile vomiting 
with a 101 fever.  It served him right!

She was still angry with Jim, and she had cheerfully left him 
moaning on the bathroom floor while she went off to spend the 
afternoon on the beach. 

When she was done sunning herself, she decided to rinse the sand 
off in one of the cabanas before heading back to the room.  She 
had a perfect body, but she had deliberately worn her most modest 
one piece suit that day, not wanting to risk running into one of 
Jim's drooling frat brothers when she was wearing a skimpy bikini.  

She stepped into the wooden shower cabin and closed the swinging, 
saloon-style doors.  Then she slipped out of her suit and hung it 
on the little hook right outside the door.  She also hung her room 
key and towel on the hook, and turned on the water.

The warm water felt good, and she was soon lost in her thoughts.  
She didn't notice when everything slipped off the tiny hook and 
landed on the ground, the towel falling on top and covering up 
the suit and key. 

Naturally, when the maid came by she picked up the discarded towel 
and threw it into her laundry cart, not noticing that she was also 
throwing Kelly's swim suit and room key into the cart as well.

When Kelly realized what had happened, she called her waiter.  
Unfortunately for her, the 22-year-old cabana "boy" was not 
overly sympathetic.  The young Mexican had been waiting on the 
bossy American woman hand and foot all day, and she had curtly 
told him that "Mexican boys were too slow and stupid to tip," 
before contemptuously ordering him to charge her drinks to her 
room.

But now the room key that she had scornfully dangled in his face 
was gone...and her clothes, too.

She begged the leering waiter to give her a towel, but he refused.  
Instead, he called hotel security, and told them that he had found 
a naked prostitute hiding on the beach in one of the showers!

Kelly had chosen the one piece suit because she didn't want to be 
exposed.  So she was quite upset to be marched stark naked through 
the hotel lobby with her hands cuffed behind her back.

The hotel manager naturally demanded proof of her identity.  She 
tried to call the room, but Jim wasn't answering the phone. 

Kelly suddenly wished that she had taken five minutes to get Jim 
that medicine he had begged her for.

She knew she really had no choice.  She reluctantly asked the 
manager to call Jim's frat brother, Herb.

Kelly hated Herb, but she knew he was smart.  Herb had organized 
the bachelor party, and, except for Jim, he was the only member 
of the fraternity with any brains at all.

When Herb came into the office, the first thing he saw was Kelly 
in all her glory, shivering, naked, with her hands still cuffed 
behind her back.

The hotel manager quickly explained the situation, and asked Herb 
if he knew her.

Herb looked the trembling Kelly up and down carefully, as if trying 
to remember whether he knew her.

He shook his head.  "I've never seen this woman before in my life," 
he said, with a straight face.

Kelly's heart almost stopped.  She couldn't believe that Herb 
would do this to her.

"That's too bad," the hotel manager said sadly.  "I'm going to 
have to call the police, and they will take her to the local 
calabozo...jail.  I suspect that a beautiful, naked gringa will 
have a very tough time there."

"I have a better idea," Herb said.  "The stripper I hired for 
tonight's party is asking for too much money.  I'll take this 
little puta off your hands, if she'll work my bachelor party for 
free!" 

Kelly shuddered at the thought.

"I'll take custody, give her some clothes and money, and guarantee 
you that she'll never come back to your hotel again," Herb told 
the manager.  "And I'll even give you 1,000 pesos for your trouble."

The manager smiled as soon as Herb mentioned the gratuity.  
Obviously he knew how to do business in Mexico.

Herb looked at the trembling Kelly.  "Of course, if she doesn't 
want to do it, we can just ship her cute little ass off to jail.  
I'm sure she'd be VERY popular!"

What choice did Kelly have?  Dancing naked for her husband's 
fraternity brothers was a nightmare come true, but it was better 
than being assaulted in a Mexican jail.

"I'll do it...sir," she said, through clenched teeth.

Herb smiled and put his forefinger between Kelly's breasts and 
then teasingly started to move the finger down her torso.  She 
flinched, but dared not move.  She knew that she had to play along 
with Herb or risk a far worse experience in some hellhole prison.

"That sounds like an excellent idea, sir," the hotel manager said, 
eagerly.  "The surprise cake you ordered is in the storeroom, and 
we can lock the naked girl inside until the party starts.  When 
the time comes, the little puta can jump out and start dancing!"

Kelly winced at the thought of dancing naked in front of the 
drooling frat boys, but right now she had bigger problems.  Herb 
had run his finger through her pubic hair and was rubbing her 
exposed pussy!

"Should I take the handcuffs off?" the manager asked. 

"No, leave them on," Herb said.  "She won't need her hands to 
dance!"

He continued to stare directly into Kelly's eyes and rub her pussy 
as he went on.  "Of course, we'll have to give her a little boost 
to get her in and out of the cake."  He playfully squeezed her 
bottom cheek.  "But I'm sure the guys won't mind giving her a hand."

Kelly moaned as Herb moved his finger in and out of her wet pussy.  
Damn!  The situation was EMBARRASSING, but it was also EXCITING!

"As you requested, we will change your guests' money, so that they 
will have plenty of dollar bills," the manager said.  "Would you 
like me to get the young lady a garter belt, so that the guests 
will have somewhere to stuff the money?"

"No, she won't need a garter belt," Herb replied, breezily.  "Just 
lots of slutty music, and plenty of beer for the guys." 

Herb winked at Kelly and pushed his finger deep into her soaking 
pussy.  "The boys will be stuffing their money somewhere else." 



Edited by C. Lakewood
 
