“Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuze me! Pardon USSSS,” sassed Shayna repeatedly.
The two spoiled fuck-sluts pranced all the way to the limousine. They swung their small black handbags like high-priced hookers looking for a score! After Jimmy closed the door, Lexi noticed a few things on the miniature bar inside the limo. Champaign chilling in an elegant ice bucket, four thick lines of coke, and a note!
To My Dearest Blondies:
‘If you are reading this note, I’m assuming you’ve agreed to “work” the Bachelor party. Lexi, the dancing won’t start until nine o’clock, so you can practice yoga for an hour. Shayna, cocktails start at eight o’clock, so you must start your work immediately. There will be a bartender present (no fraternizing with employees) so you will take drink orders and deliver them. You must be astute by remembering the client’s first names and their chosen beverage. And one more job Shayna—every 45 minutes, Lexi will get a 15 minute break in order to change dance costumes. It is up to you to entertain the clients……..use your imagination! The party is at my sex club in the private party room so I will be watching both of you.’
Love,
Sir Dom
“You want to go first Lexi, asked Shayna?”
“You mean the coke? Do you think that’s for us, questioned Lexi?”
“Who else would it be for, smirked Shayna?”
“I guess you’re right,” Lexi laughed nervously.
“I’ll pour the Champaign while you whiff,” said Shayna.
On the way to The Sex Club (which was the name of Sir Dom’s place), they finished the lines of coke AND the whole bottle of Champaign. They knew what they were about to encounter, but the drugs and alcohol primed them into submissive fuck-sluts.
At 7:50 PM, the limousine let them off at the back entrance. The blondes hugged each other before Lexi wandered off to the dressing room. Shayna was left standing in the large party room. She wondered why the guests hadn’t arrived yet, but then noticed the entry door was still locked. She heard a vociferous crowd on the other side of the door.
