It was almost time for the party. William had informed me that the driver was waiting downstairs, and that he would bring me to the location.
I had spent the past few hours, trying to look my best. I washed and curled my hair, did my makeup and dressed myself.
I chose to wear the sexy red lingerie set that Marge recommended, along with a pair of thigh-highs and stiletto heels.
I don't think I have ever felt so sexy and confident before. Looking at the mirror, I was so happy with the result.
The outfit was a perfect fit.
The garter hugged my waist perfectly, accentuating my curves.
I looked amazing.
There was a knock on the door and I didn't even bother to cover myself.
"Come in." I replied, still staring at myself in the mirror.
"Miss Raven, are you ready for the party?" William asked, entering the suite.
I could see the way he was looking at me, through the mirror.
He was shocked. But not only shocked…
I could see the bulge already growing in his pants.
"Are—-Are you ready… Miss Raven?" He swallowed hard.
He cleared his throat and turned his head, pretending not to be distracted by my figure. I gave him a seductive smirk and turned to face him.
"Yes. I'm ready." I replied.
His eyes grew wider.
"Ok…. Miss Raven. If you would like to follow me. The car is waiting."
I picked up my phone, my purse and a faux-fur coat, and followed him out the door.
He had a hard time trying to keep his composure, but he managed to stay professional.
As we got into the elevator, he made sure to stand on the opposite side, with his arms behind his back.
I decided to alleviate his discomfort, by putting on my coat.
"Are the men nice? Who is X? Have you ever seen him?" I was asking, out of curiosity.
"The men are very nice, Miss Raven. But I think you should be more concerned about Mr X. He's a hard man to please." Williams said.
"And he's getting married? I wonder who his bride-to-be is. Does she know he invited a stripper to his bachelor's party?" I asked.
"I don't think that's any of our concern, Miss Raven. Don't you think?" William smiled at me and, as the doors opened, gestured for me to walk first.
"Yes, you're right." I answered.
We walked through the lobby, and exited the hotel.
There was a black Bentley Mulsanne, parked outside the entrance.
"Thank you, Mr. Williams. I will take her from here." The driver said.
"Of course." William bowed slightly and went back inside the hotel.
"Welcome, Miss Raven. I'm Mr Smith and I will be driving you to the party." The driver said.
"Ok. Thank you, Mr. Smith." I smiled.
He nodded, and opened the door for me.
I slid in and got comfortable.
As he closed the door, I noticed that the windows were tinted. So, there was no need to put on the coat.
I tossed it on the seat beside me, and watched as Mr. Smith walked over to the other side and entered the car.
From the rear-view mirror, I could see his eyes widen when he saw my outfit.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"To the party, Miss Raven. That's all I know. Please fasten your seatbelt." He said.
"Ok." I nodded.
He didn't say another word. But I caught him a few times, occasionally glancing at my exposed thighs and cleavage, through the mirror.
I decided not to say anything, and let him enjoy the view. I was feeling a bit nervous.
Marge told me that my major objective was to make sure the future groom was pleased. That means I had to do my best and focus on Mr X.
I wouldn't help but wonder what he would be like.
Was he handsome? Or ugly? Was he young? Or old? Would he be nice? Or mean?
I guess I would find out soon enough.
The driver stopped at a gate and, after a quick inspection, was let in. We drove for a while, until the car came to a stop.
I was so curious to see where the party was taking place. The door opened and a hand reached in to help me out.
"Welcome Miss Raven. I will be escorting you inside." A man dressed in a black suit said.
"Ok. Thank you." I nodded. There was so much protocol.
I stepped out and realized we were at some kind of mansion.
It was a massive white-walled building with tall black gates, and a large driveway.
As we got closer to the house, I saw that the front door was also guarded.
One guard was checking the guests in and the other was patting them down.
"Is this a bachelor's party?" I whispered to the man.
"Yes, Miss Raven." The man responded.
"Then why are there security guards and body scanners?" I asked.
"It's a private party, Miss Raven. Only invited guests are allowed." The man replied.
"Oh. Ok." I scratched my exposed neck a bit. Everything was so sophisticated.
Mr. X must be very rich.
I got closer to the doors, and saw that there was a long line of women waiting to enter. Most of them were dressed in lingerie, just like me.
So I wasn't the only invited stripper.… I wondered if they all treated the way I was.
I guess I wasn't special, after all.
"Miss Raven." A voice called.
I turned and saw that it was the guard, signaling for me to come forward. I walked past the other women, and I could feel the envy and jealousy emanating from their eyes.
They were angry, and a little pissed off.
But, I ignored them, and walked straight towards the door.
"Miss Raven. Information reaching me, has it, you are to have a personal meeting with Mr. X" He said to me. "Follow me. I will escort you."
The guard, opened the door, and ushered me inside.
"Thank you." I said.
"Of course." He nodded at me.
We walked through the foyer and into a massive hall, which was packed with single men. Strippers danced on stages, in cages, and around poles. Money flowed like water. It was epic.
I was escorted up the stairs and down a hall.
At the end of the hallway, there was another staircase leading to a room.
"Here. Miss Raven. He is waiting for you. Have a good night." The guard gestured to the steps, and turned and left.
I was alone.
The staircase was lit with red lights, and I couldn't help but wonder who was upstairs, and what they wanted with me.
I took a deep breath, and climbed the stairs. I reached the top and noticed a door was slightly open.
So, I gently pushed it and walked inside.
"Hello. Mr. X? Is anybody here?" I called out.
I heard a sound, and turned around to see that the door had locked.
Fuck! This was becoming a bit creepy.
The room I entered was lavishly decorated.
Candle lights… a stripper pole decorated with roses and a large bed.
On the table, there was a bucket of champagne and a box of strawberries. Soft music played … Everything was beautiful.
"Hello. Mr. X?" I called out again, and turned around, only to see a figure standing by the balcony.
I was about to walk up to him when I heard his voice.
"Begin." The voice said.
"What?" I asked, trying to hard to get a glimpse of his face.
But, the balcony was covered with a curtain. So, all I could see was a silhouette.
"You can start the dance." The voice said again.
"O...K." I stuttered.
I walked to the center of the room and stood next to the stripper pole. I could feel the music, vibrating through the floor.
But I was so nervous, and scared, that I wasn't even paying attention.
"I paid a lot of money for you. You better give me my money's worth." He growled, his voice was low, deep and demanding.
I gulped. My heart raced and I was beginning to panic.
I shook my head.
No, I was confident. I wasn't going to let my nerves get the best of me.
I was going to dance.
And, I was going to make this man wish I was his bride instead.
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With newfound confidence, I began to move my hips.
My body swayed in time to the music.
I twirled around the pole, and did my best to seduce the mysterious man.
I was feeling good. And, as I glanced towards the balcony, I could see that the mysterious figure was now fixated on me.
He was moving closer, taking precise steps in my direction.
He was just getting closer. So close, that he would finally reveal his face.
But, as I was preparing myself to finally get a glimpse of the mystery man, he paused.
"Take it off. Take it all off." He ordered.
His voice was husky, deep and sexy….. and quite familiar
"Ummm... I..." I stammered.
"Now. Do as you're told." He commanded.
My hands trembled.
"Do you want to leave?" He asked.
"No." I shook my head.
"Then, do as you're told." He said again.
Slowly and sensually, I slid the straps off my shoulders, and the bra fell to the floor.
I was standing there, half-naked.
Exposed.
My bre*sts were visible and he was staring directly at them.
"Keep going. Show me what you got." He said.
I bent down and grabbed the waist of my thong. With a flick of my wrist, it landed on the floor.
I was now naked. Completely and fully naked.
Standing there, fully exposed.
He had his hand on the curtain, ready to pull it open and reveal his identity.
But he hesitated.
"Turn around." He said.
I obeyed, and slowly spun in a circle, giving him a 360 degree view.
"Stop." He commanded, and I froze.
I heard his footsteps as he approached from behind me.
Then suddenly, I felt his hands on my body.
One, resting on my hip and the other, reaching for my exposed bre*sts.
He was so close.
And I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My knees trembled, and goosebumps formed on my skin.
"Hello Zoe." I heard him say.
My heartbeat increased. I knew that voice.
The way it called my name. I could never forget it.
It was him.
"M..Ma—-Master?" My voice shook as I spoke.
He pressed his body against mine and leaned in closer, his lips right next to my ear.
"Isn't this what you wanted ? Is that what you were waiting for?" He asked.
His hand left my hip, and traveled down between my legs.
He stroked me, softly.
I gasped, as I felt his fingers gliding up and down my thigh.
"But … They said. You… You're getting married. I don't understand Master. Are you Mr X? Are you getting married?" I stuttered.
"Yes, Zoe. And you will be the last woman I will ever touch, and fuck, before I marry. So, be a good girl and do as I say. Can you do that ?"