BettyJane is getting married. Bachelorette party. Whole-Lotta-Cock Club. Can't get out of it.

She's danced down to the Bride's Throne, surrounded by oiled-up muscle and speedo-straining cocks, the girls shrieking "Do Them ALL!"

I'm startled by a finger grazing my neck. She smiles and flicks of her head, then walks away with her empty drinks tray.

In a hidden corner, her lips find mine and my fingers her ready cunt.

Cheering drowns out her cumming cry.

"Where were you, girl? She just got her fucking shower!" Kelly from Accounting screams.

"Yeah. Really sorry I missed that. Call of nature."