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Bachelorette Party Ruined My Life

... was included. If I had known what full service meant at that moment I would have called the whole thing off. But I didn't and now here I am. The big night came and all of Maryanne's girlfriends were ready to party. These girls are a really wild bunch. I have met most of them over the years and some of them kind of scare me. Most of them are from Maryanne's college days and don't live close by. Anyway, we were All loaded up in the limousines and dressed to the nines. We arrived at the club and it was wonderful. The bartender was set up and the DJ was playing his music. The place was decorated really nice and the alcohol was soon flowing. We were doing shooters and Jello shots by the dozen. Soon we started bringing out the novelty gifts, you know dildos, vibrators, lingerie. Just when I thought things were getting raunchy, the strippers came on the stage with an announcement from the DJ. He said ???it;s time for this party to get started ladies!??? ???gather round and enjoy???. One after another, the biggest and most muscular black men I have ever seen came strutting from the back room. I counted six of them and the most shocking thing to me was that none of them had any clothing on at all. There was no stripping... these men were just totally naked. I was just about to make a protest when I realized that all the girls, including my s****r were cheering and clapping and egging these men on. I sat back down and reminded myself that I wanted to out do my little s****r and it ...

... seems that I had... or so I thought. These dancers began to mingle with us and shake their wieners in our faces and rub up and down on the girls simulating sex acts. Then the DJ came on and asked for the bride-to-be and the maid-of-honor to please take a seat on the stage. I must admit I was oblivious to the stage and anything going on up there. I was caught up in the revelry. On the stage there had been placed two folding chairs. The spotlights were on and the girls were chanting our names. Maryanne and I got up on the stage and sat in the chairs. The DJ came on the stage and explained that we were going to have a game of chicken. Again I was totally lost in his meaning and I gave him a confused look. He smiled and explained that we, Maryanne and I, would have challenges or dares put to each of us and if the person getting dared refused the dare, the other person could complete it. If the other person completed the refused dare the game was over and that person would be named as the best of the two. I grinned and resolved to myself that I would never lose a battle with my little s*s. She looked me right in the eye and said ???you are going down Katie!??? I just told her to bring it. Oh what was I thinking. The game started out with me being dared to drink a shot of tequila from the DJ's shoe. It was gross but I didn't waver a bit. After what seemed like a dozen drinking dares between us thing got nasty and I had lost far to many inhibitions to the alcohol to have the sense to ...