The Bachelorette 1: Public Indecency

Charlotte's bachelorette party rages. Music pounds, laughter cracks against the walls, bottles stand empty on counters buried in plastic tits and dick confetti. Her last night of freedom and she's soaking every fucking second. She laughs with Kira, her maid-of-honor and oldest friend. Arms squeeze, they promise each other nothing will change. Kira peels away, returns a second later with Jade Baker in tow, body poured into nothing but black lace and bad intentions. Wrong stripper, Kira says with a grin that isn't sorry. The crowd groans. Jade shrugs, hips already rolling. "You paid. Might as well use me." That line flips the room. All eyes lock on the pole. Jade climbs it, slides down it, body arching like she wants to break something. Someone yells for Charlotte to get the lap dance. Tradition, they shout. Charlotte blushes, says she's never. They push until she caves for one dance. Just one. Jade drops into Charlotte's lap. She grinds. Charlotte's hands shake until they land on warm skin, then bare tits. The dancer leans in, breath hot. "Put them wherever you want." Charlotte squeezes. The crowd howls. Fingers trace down Jade's soft ass, back up her ribs. Music gets heavier, lights lower. Jade spins, grinding reverse now, and Charlotte can't stop touching her. Her mouth finds Jade's nipples. She licks, sucks. Jade moans soft, pushes harder. Charlotte's breathing turns ragged. One hand slides lower, finds soaked lace. She presses fingers through fabric, rubs slow, then fast. Jade gasps, hips stuttering. The other women crowd closer, some laughing, some frozen. Charlotte works her fingers inside the stripper's cunt and fucks her right there on the chair while the bass thumps. Jade cums hard, lip bitten, thighs shaking. She twists around, peels Charlotte's dress off. Drops between her spread legs and buries her tongue. Charlotte's head snaps back, hands fisting hair. They fuck like the room disappeared. Sweat, moaning, wet sounds. Everyone watches. Halfway through, Charlotte glances sideways. Kira stands near the wall, phone raised, red light blinking. Recording everything. Charlotte stares straight into the lens, Jade's mouth still working between her legs, and the secret smile she gives the camera is pure trouble.