Brianna Goes Wild at Bachelorette!

Dear Readers -

There are a few references in this story to events from "Karen Shows off her Birthday Suit", but nothing critical to the enjoyment of this story. I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for reading!

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"So, once he sobered up, did Andy have any stories about this rolling bachelor party you were telling me he went to Friday night?" Karen asked her daughter as soon as the waitress at their regular Sunday brunch spot finished taking their orders.

Brianna thought her mom was being oddly persistent in asking again for details of Andy's night. She and her mother could always talk about even the most private subjects, but Karen's interest in her son-in-law's drunken night out was baffling. "It wasn't a rolling party, just a bus ride home from the strip club they were at. There's really not much to tell. Once he finally got up Saturday afternoon, he told me he was kind of embarrassed to have been such a lightweight in front of a bunch of guys he had just met. He was barely able to walk by the time they left the strip club and was out of it all through the various stops the club's bus made to drop off each of the guys. The two guys who more or less carried him into our condo said he had been passed out ever since they boarded the bus."

"Oh," said Karen, "Somehow I thought it would be a juicier story than that. A visit to a strip club is pretty much typical for that kind of thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so," replied Brianna, "In fact, a handful of the Bride's party, including me, went to one ourselves Friday night. I was just getting home myself when Andy showed up!"

"Male strippers? Wow, we didn't have anything like that available for us girls when I married your father; what were they like? Tell me all about it." asked Karen, clearly hoping for details.

"The evening was actually pretty mild at the start," Brianna began, "Mona, the maid of honor, arranged everything. A limo went around town picking us all up, and we had a glass of champagne on the way to The Striped Frog, that new French restaurant downtown. Besides me, there was Toni, the bride-to-be, Hanna, Toni's cousin, Hanna's mother, Margaret, and Mona, of course. Technically Hanna shouldn't have been having champagne; she just turned 19 a few months ago, but Margaret was right there to supervise. We had a great dinner out on their patio, with wine and a bunch of silly party games. After dessert and more wine, we all piled back into the limo and were driven to a bar on the edge of town, out on Route 46 near the airport."

Karen interrupted, "Wait, go back and tell me a little about your companions."

"Sure," said Brianna, remembering how her mother always wanted to know every detail about whatever adventure her daughter had. "Toni, the bride, works with me, she's only been living here a few months and doesn't know many people here yet, that's probably why I'm in the wedding party at all. She's 31, almost 6', blonde and fit, seriously fit, I think she's run a marathon or two. Hanna is tall, but a little less so, around 5'-10" and on the heavy side, not really fat, just well padded. She's got long strawberry blonde hair. Her mom is in her early fifties, in pretty good shape but fairly short; Hanna must get her height from her dad. She's got close-cropped dark brown hair. Mona is the standout of the group, around 5'-8" with spiky short red hair and a killer body, fit but curvy, especially her boobs; she's sure to get lots of attention from the single guys at the wedding reception! She's the same age as Toni, they were roommates their last couple of years in college."

"That's great, now I can picture you all out on the town, though I don't know if I believe that Mona could be the standout of any group you're a part of," said Karen.

"Thanks for that, but being my Mom, you're not exactly impartial!" replied Brianna, laughing.

"You're just being modest. I had the picture you gave me from that modeling job you told me all about pinned up on the wall next to my work area for a while, and ended up taking it down because I got tired of men whose teeth I had just cleaned asking if you were single! Go on with your story; you were just getting to the bar, what was it like?"

"The modeling job I told you about, but definitely not ALL about," Brianna thought as she looked across the table; she was a little distracted at hearing her Mom had put a photo of her in a bathing suit on display at her workplace, and was glad the photo she'd given Karen showed her in a conservative one-piece suit, not one of the tiny suits she'd worn later in the same show!

"The bar? Unimpressive, to be honest," Brianna replied, "after the restaurant and limo it seemed like a step backward. The place was your basic bar/roadhouse, with a couple of pool tables at one end and a stage at the other end. It wasn't exactly seedy or dirty, but it seemed kind of rough around the edges. I wondered why Mona had chosen this place to be the last stop for our evening until I noticed a sign saying it was Lady's Night, no male customers allowed from 8:00 to 10:00 PM, with featured entertainers: a troupe of male strippers from Russia named Bolshoi Boys. Mona had clearly done some planning, arranging reserved seats for us right next to the stage. Margaret seemed pretty put out by Mona's choice of entertainment, but Hanna told her, 'It's no big deal, Mom. I don't imagine we'll see anything I haven't already seen in my dorm!' Margaret didn't seem much happier to have that to wrap her head around, but stopped objecting and took a seat next to Hanna.

"Wow, I've never been to a show like that, did they actually get naked?" Karen asked.

"When we arrived there were three dancers on the stage, all wearing some sort of sparkly jackets and pants. Before too long they were all down to just a sequined g-string. They were better dancers than I expected, in very good shape, and were good at firing up their audience, going around the edge of the stage and acting like they were going to take off their g-string!"

"Well, did they or didn't they?" Karen asked.

"Despite a lot of encouragement from the audience to take it all off, after their tour around the stage the 3 almost nude dancers headed offstage in a sort of mini conga line, treating us to some twerking as they left but not taking off their G-strings. As soon as they were off the stage another trio came out, all wearing black leather jackets and some really short black leather shorts. One of them had a microphone and addressed the crowd in fairly good but heavily accented English; he spoke slowly to be understood, saying, 'Hello ladies, I am Dmitri. My two comrades behind me, Mikhail and Yuri, are setting up our own private bar, with shots of our favorite Russian vodka for any lady who will dance with us. Please, come up, have a drink and have a little dancing with your choice of dancer! A minute or two later, they had a couple of bottles of Green Mark vodka set up on the table in a large ice bucket, with at least a dozen iced shot glasses ready to go. Our group just looked at each other, wondering if any of us was going to go have a shot.

"While we were dithering, a couple other audience members stepped up to the stage. Dmitri reached down to take the first woman's hand and helped her get up onto the stage. Mikhail escorted her back to the bar, where Yuri was waiting with her vodka. She downed the shot and Yuri took her hand and began dancing with her. At first they just had a basic slow dance, but after a while Yuri expertly dipped her back and spun her around, pulling her tight to his body and grinding with her. When Mikhail and his partner came to the center of the stage Yuri and the first woman moved to the side and Yuri helped her back off the stage. Mikhail and the second woman danced closely from the start, and he seemed to have his hands all over her, mostly in innocuous areas but drifting to her butt and even briefly sliding up to her boobs!"

"But nobody in your group wanted to go on the stage?" Karen asked.

"I'm getting to that," Brianna paused, wondering if she should give her Mom the full story, eventually continuing, "Hanna was more than ready to take the stage, holding her hand up like she was answering a question in a class. I noticed Mona standing at the side of the stage talking with Dmitri, who nodded and walked straight over to Hanna. Before Hanna stood up Margaret jumped up and held up her hand to stop Dmitri. He quickly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up; between her momentum jumping up and his pulling her arm she stumbled up onto the stage. Once she was there she explained to Dmitri that the young woman holding her hand up was her daughter, and warned him not to get too fresh with her."

"Fresh?" Asked Dmitri, "No, of course. We are gentlemen, and only dance in way our partner wishes. I can show, we dance first to show you."

"So the Mom actually danced with him?" Karen asked.

Brianna paused while their waitress set their Mimosas down, then continued, "Yeah. By this time the crowd had begun shouting and cheering, egging her on. He kept their dance PG rated, almost G. She seemed content that her little girl wasn't going to get mauled. Dmitri insisted she had earned her vodka and sent her off the stage with her shot. Hanna took her place and downed her shot of vodka right away, then began dancing with Yuri. They were swaying together but not touching each other until Yuri leaned over to say something to Hanna. She nodded and began running her hands over his chest, which I have to admit thinking looked like it would be fun to feel. He unzipped his jacket and took it off, tossing it back near the table. He leaned in again and this time seemed to be asking a series of questions, as Hanna nodded her head a few times. He pulled her close and spun around so her back was facing the back wall behind the stage, away from the audience. From our position, none of us could see him reach up under her loose off the shoulder top, unhook her strapless bra, pull it out, and toss it near where his jacket had landed.

"He turned them both around to face the audience. Her top was loose-fitting enough that none of us could tell she had lost her bra, but it was clear that their dance was getting to be more erotic than expected. Hanna was facing away from Yuri, who was holding her by her upper arms. She appeared to be grinding her ass against his shorts, though it was hard to be sure from our seats. The look on her face made it clear her dance was getting to be way more intense than the one her Mom had enjoyed. Yuri bent over to whisper something in her ear; when she nodded again he reached under the front of her top, clearly cupping her boobs! We thought that was pretty shocking, but she immediately topped even that, crossing her arms, grabbing the edge of her top and lifting it up over her head and completely off. With her top dangling from her left hand, Yuri took his hands off her, leaving her completely exposed above her waist!"

"Hanna had a broad smile as she continued to dance, but her mother was none too happy, looking like she was about to leap onto the stage. It was easy to understand Margaret being upset, but Hanna had obviously made the decision to go topless on her own. We all sat on the edge of our seats, wondering if Hanna would go any further, expecting Margaret's head to explode if she did. Luckily enough, Hanna left the stage without taking off any more clothing, but still topless, finally putting her top on after reaching her seat. Margaret grabbed Hanna by the arm and yanked her towards the exit, saying they'd take an Uber back to their hotel."

"Damn! That girl was brave, stripping right in front of her Mom like that!" Karen said.

"Brave or crazy," Brianna replied, "I can't imagine doing that, especially at 19 years old."

"If you did, I'd like to think I'd have been okay with any choice you made once you were of legal age, as long as you weren't doing yourself or anyone else any harm," Karen answered, "I'd never judge you for something like that; it sounds like Hanna was enjoying herself and not hurting anyone."

Brianna was relieved to hear her Mom insist she wouldn't criticize her for doing something so daring. She had always been able to talk with Karen about anything, but hadn't been sure how much she should share about Friday night's adventure. Still a bit nervous, she carried on with her story.

"Our group, now just Toni, Mona, and me had all been so wrapped up in Hanna's behavior we hadn't been paying any attention to what was going on elsewhere on the stage, but once Hanna and Margaret were gone we noticed Hanna hadn't been the only young woman to show some skin; a lot of skin, as a matter of fact. A petite brunette had gone even further than Hanna had, and was now wearing only a thong and was slow dancing with Mikhail! I was so distracted by the sight of this nearly naked woman wrapped around the ripped dancer I didn't even notice Yuri approaching me, his hand outstretched.

"He came to you? I thought the other women all volunteered?"

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that. I shook my head, shouting, 'No way!' He made an exaggerated pout and asked why. I told him I didn't want to end up like Hanna! He looked hurt, and insisted he would not do anything I asked him not to do. Between his seeming offended by my suspicions about his intentions and the crowd urging me to get on the stage, I gave in, agreeing to join him for a shot and a short dance. I still wasn't sure I could trust Yuri, but I thought if I stayed on guard against any misbehavior I'd be able to avoid ending up like Hanna.

"Yuri led me to the vodka and told me to take my pick of shots. None of the glasses were even half full, so I asked if I could have two. Yuri smiled, nodded, and handed me two frosted shot glasses. I knocked one shot back and left the glass at the table, and we began to dance, staying apart, for a minute or two as I sipped the second shot. By the time I was done with the second shot I was wondering if the vodka had been such a great idea. It was too soon to be caused by the two shots, but I suddenly felt like all the drinks up to that point were making themselves felt. I wasn't falling down drunk or anything, but I definitely felt a little bit off balance, a little bit slow, and was beginning to slur my words a little."

"Oh-oh, this is beginning to sound like trouble," Karen said, "but go on, what happened next?"

Brianna almost wished she was drunk now, but carried on, "Well, I was sure Toni and Mona would keep me from getting into any truly dangerous situation, and Yuri was still behaving himself, so I kept dancing. We were joined by two of the other dancers; I never got their names. Yuri was right in front of me, closer than before but still not touching me, the other two, who I'll just call Dancer Left and Dancer Right, were facing me on each side. Oh, one other detail, the new dancers were each wearing only a sparkly g-string, and Yuri hadn't ever put his jacket back on after his dance with Hanna. So there I was, a little tipsy and surrounded by three hunky dudes wearing nearly nothing, all of us gently swaying. Looking back on it, this is about where I began getting in trouble," pausing while their waitress served Karen's omelet and Brianna's salad.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" asked Karen.

"Nothing dangerous, just embarrassing," Brianna replied, "are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes, absolutely," Karen answered.

"Alright, then," Brianna picked up her story, "I kind of set things in motion by reaching out and feeling each of the dancer's abs and chests. I couldn't help myself, I'd never touched anyone so ripped, and as close as we all were, I barely had to extend my hands to touch them. They felt like they were made of some substance other than skin and muscle, harder, smooth, and shiny. I even gave Dancer Right's exposed ass a quick squeeze, it was amazing! Yuri made a comment about me trying to tickle them, and said maybe they should tickle me the same way. I laughed, and that was all the encouragement they needed. All three men began tickling me, the two at my sides up and down the side of my rib cage and all the way down my back to the upper slope of my butt. You know how I get when someone is tickling me; I was laughing uncontrollably, not even noticing when Yuri unbuttoned every single button on my blouse and began to pull it open! That man has nimble fingers; by the time I realized what he'd done Dancer Left and Dancer Right already had the blouse almost all the way off my arms!

"I started to defend against the almost completed blouse removal, trying to grab the cuffs as they slid past my fingers, but it was a lost cause by then. Dancer Right finished getting it off me and tossed it over to Mona. By the time I realized I had lost the battle of the blouse, I was well on the way to losing the next piece of my outfit. By the time I gave up trying to stay in touch with my blouse, Yuri had reached around my waist and unzipped my skirt, which was already beginning to slide down off my butt. I tried to swing my legs apart to stop the skirt from dropping below my knees, but it was too quick for me; all I accomplished was tangling my legs up and nearly tripping. As I stumbled, I accidentally kicked the skirt off the one foot still in contact with it; I watched as it slid to the edge of the stage, far from where Toni and Mona were sitting.

"With my skirt and blouse both gone the crowd was now getting a good look at the thong I'd chosen for my night out, and everything the thong was too small to hide. I'd chosen the thong thinking Andy would get to appreciate it later in the evening, now the crowd I was in front of seemed to be pleased with my choice, cheering loudly, way noisier than it had been before. At that moment, things were happening fast, so it hadn't dawned on me that the change in the sound of the audience was due to a change in the nature of the audience now cheering my awkward exposure.

It was apparently 10:00 PM, so the Ladies only part of the evening was over. At least ten or fifteen men must have been waiting until then to get in, hoping to find a roomful of women all heated up by the male strippers. They had the good fortune to arrive just in time to see a woman from the audience being separated from her clothing. Me. The lighting focused on the stage kept me from seeing much past the seats right at the edge of the stage, but I could hear several male voices.

"I should probably have had more sense than to get on the stage in the first place, but I figured Hanna's stripping had been her own idea, and I was pretty sure I could keep the dancers at bay if they did get pushy. I hadn't counted on being outnumbered three to one, and also hadn't realized how buzzed I was. I certainly had no idea these guys were so damned good at quickly but gently making a woman's clothing come off, they must have had a lot of practice!

"The whole situation was so ridiculous I hadn't been able to stop giggling until somewhere between losing my blouse and having my skirt hit the stage floor, but I wasn't too drunk to realize I should at least try to object to being stripped. I was, unfortunately, drunk enough to be a little bit slow to get out the words; the vodka shots were probably starting to kick in. Before I could tell Yuri to stop, Dancer Left and Dancer Right resumed their tickling, this time without much fabric in their way, rendering me speechless again. I felt one of the side dancers touch my back for just an instant and felt my bra loosen. I reached back with both hands to try to hook the two sides of the band back together, but an intensified tickle attack on my ribs from Dancer Left made me involuntarily pull that arm forward to defend the spot being tickled. Yuri grabbed the left side of the band and quickly pulled it forward, taking the shoulder strap on that side off my arm in one quick motion., not pausing for a second as he unveiled my chest. In just a few seconds he not only had uncovered my boobs, but also managed to pull my bra off of my shoulder, down my right arm, and past my right hand, which never managed to get hold of any part of the bra before Yuri had peeled it entirely off. Before I even knew it was beyond my reach, I saw my bra sailing through the air, heading in the general direction of my companions.