Illusion

Candi knew she had to wake up and drag herself out of bed. Her head was pounding and her stomach felt queasy from drinking heavily and partying well into the early morning hours. As she trudged across the floor, her leg muscles ached and her jaw was sore. Still groggy, she made her way into the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror. She noticed the crunchy dried cum in her long dark brunette hair.

Candi moaned under her breath and exhaled a long sigh. It had been a long and busy night and she wondered if she needed to buy more condoms.

It was already mid-afternoon on a Friday and she was scheduled to work that evening. On top of that, she still needed to pack for a three day paid jaunt to The Bahamas to accompany a very wealthy client. Candi dreaded going with him, but he had agreed to pay her a five-thousand dollar retainer.

She raised her arms and sniffed, wrinkling her nose she realized that she reeked from the stale, musky, and pungent smell of sex and sweat. Candi pulled her hair to her nose and besides the ammonia smell of old cum, she caught a whiff of acrid cigarettes and stale sweet marijuana. Walking over to the shower, she pulled the curtain back, and turned the water faucet to hot.

She noticed a dark shadow developing around her pubic mound, and said aloud to herself, “Guess it’s time for a shave.”

Just then Candi heard her cell phone ring.

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Three young men, dressed in khakis and polo shirts, energetically bound through the door to their north Atlanta hotel suite. They were joking and laughing as they carried and tugged their bags and suitcases inside the room. They quickly tossed everything haphazardly onto the furniture and beds.

Shorty, actually tall and slim, pulled back the curtain to look over the parking lot. “What time is our star supposed to arrive?”

His squatty friend, Bob, dropped into a comfortable easy chair. “Chad is picking Pepper up at the airport and they should get here any minute, really.”

Shorty pulled the curtains closed. “Alright then.”

Devon opened the room refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ice cold Bud Lite. “I don’t know about you two assholes, but I’m ready for a cold beer.”

The other two guys also grabbed cold beers from the refrigerator.

Devon, an attractive tall athletic black guy with a six-pack waist, flopped himself down in a large easy chair next to Bob. His chiseled biceps and forearms flexed as he twisted the top off the beer bottle. With a snap of his fingers, he flipped the cap across the room into the wastebasket. “I didn’t expect Pepper to be the first of our bunch to take this plunge.”

Bob collapsed into a large chair, propped his feet onto the coffee table, turned up the icy cold beer bottle and took a long gulp. “Damn, it is hard to believe, I never thought he’d be the first, either.”

“And now, we’re all going to be groomsmen,” added Shorty and a momentary silence fell over the room as they all sipped their beer and blankly stared forward.

Bob jumped up straight in his chair. “Hey! When the fuck is Boyd getting here?”

Devon was sitting back with his eyes closed relaxing. “He was leaving work mid-afternoon and I think he wants to surprise his fiancée.”

“Boyd is so fucking pussy whipped,” Shorty exclaimed.

Bob laughed and shook his head. “Ever since our pledge days, Boyd was always falling in love with some chick.”

Nodding, Devon leaned his head toward Bob and grinned. “But he was always a great Kappa.”

“To Kappa!” exclaimed Bob lifting his bottle.

Devon and Shorty both hoisted their bottles toward Bob, “To Kappa.”

The door burst open as Pepper and Chad bounded in with their bags. “Aaaaaayyy!”

Handshakes, hugs and friendly insults filled the room as the old fraternity brothers greeted each other. More beer was opened and after several minutes of boisterous laughing and chatting, they finally settled down, lounging around the room on the chairs and the sofa.

Shorty leaned forward in his chair. “Are y’all getting hungry?”

The guys not moving from their reclined positions all grunted out ‘yeahs.’

“Great!” said Shorty, “I’ve reserved us a private room at the Buckhead Saloon and then back here for strippers at nine.”

Bob shot up from his reclining position. “Strippers!”

Breaking into a big toothy grin, Shorty said, “I thought that would get your attention, Bob.”

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Boyd left his office at the bank early that Friday afternoon. He was dreading the six hour drive from Ocala, Florida to Atlanta, Georgia. He had thought that he would surprise his fiancée, Heather, that evening and spend the night with her before catching up with his old college buddies on Saturday morning. Heather had told him that she was flying to see her mother in Houston on Saturday.

Having not seen her in several days, Boyd desperately wanted the chance to spend a few hours with her before she left. Pulling his car onto the highway, he called her on his cell phone, eager to hear her sweet voice.

“Hey, Boyd.” Heather’s voice was haggardly hoarse.

“Hey, babe. Wow, you sound tired.”

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well. I was running late and didn’t shower before morning classes, so I was just about to do that.”

“Just think Heather, only two more semesters at nursing school, you’ll be an RN and no more late night, waitressing jobs.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait.”

“So, what time are you going to the airport tomorrow?”

“Oh, about nine-thirty to catch my flight.”

“What a drag, that’ll be about the time I get to Atlanta,” he said. “I sure wished that you would have been in town to meet my friends.”

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry, I know you really wanted me to go to your buddy’s wedding with you.”

“Yeah, that would’ve been nice. You’ve never had a chance to meet my old gang.”

“Don’t worry, it will happen soon enough,” she answered.

A car trying to pass a large truck, cut very close to Boyd’s front bumper as it swerved into his lane. “Yeah, well, I better get off my cell. Traffic seems to be getting heavy now.”

“Okay babe, I love you, Bye.”

The car that had cut in front of Boyd suddenly slammed their brakes for the slowing traffic. Boyd jerked in his seat and swerved the wheel to the right as he slammed on his own brakes. “I love you too – later.”

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Just before nine o’clock, the guys returned to the hotel room. Shorty opened the refrigerator door to to make sure it was still well stocked with beer. “I guess the strippers will arrive soon.”

Unbeknownst to them, one of the two strippers had already pulled into the hotel parking deck. She picked up her cell phone and punched her partner’s number on the speed dial.

“Hey, Sunshine,” the other girl answered.

“Candi, how far are you from the hotel?”

“I just passed Lenox Mall, should be there in any minute. It would be great to get some extra money out of these guys.”

“Yeah, they’re Emeroids, aren’t they?”

“God no, not Emory alums, these guys were Georgia Tech frat boys.” Candi assured her, “Get ‘em drunk and horny and they’ll spend every dime they have.”

“Awesome girl! Let’s do it. Those engineers will have some serious money to spend.”

“Yeah girl, maybe I can finally pay this last semester’s tuition.”

Sunshine watched as Candi pulled her silver Toyota pull into the parking space next to hers. The girls got out, placed their bags on Sunshine’s car trunk and began rummaging through them.

Candi heard her cell phone beep. “Oh, just a minute, I’ve got a text.” After answering the text, she opened her bag enough for Sunshine to peek in and held up some items. “I’ve got the lubes and the pink dildo.”

Sunshine peered over at Candi’s bag then held her’s open toward Candi. “I’ve got some lube and condoms in my bags.”

The girls were both dressed in gray women’s business suits that sported very short skirts, with stockings and heels. They could easily pass for young business executives in town for a convention. With their bags over their shoulders, they both walked into the lobby as if on a mission.

The hotel clerk looked up at them as they passed by the desk. Their eyes met and he gave them an acknowledging smile. Both girls nodded discreetly back at him before they disappeared into the elevator. After their “show,” one of them would stop by the desk and leave him an envelope. Inside would be a sweet hundred in cash for allowing them past hotel security.

A few minutes later, the bachelor party guys heard a knock at their door. Wide eyed with anticipation they all glanced at one another. Shorty got up from his chair and went to answer the door.

He opened the door to see two very pretty girls, a blonde and a brunette, both in their early to mid-twenties, wearing business suits with very short skirts.

“Is this the bachelor party?” asked Sunshine.

Shorty had a wide eager grin on his face. “Yes it is, please come in.”

The girls entered to see several guys with excited and well pleased expressions. The guys greeted the girls with a ‘heys’ and ‘hellos.”

“I’m Sunshine,” then gesturing to the brunette, “And this is Candi.”

The two girls then checked out the two bedrooms, the closets and also the balcony, to make sure that the party was not an undercover police sting.

Sunshine, feeling confident that no one else was there, turned toward the guys. “Which of you is Shorty?”

Shorty waved his hand. “Me, that’s me.”

“We’ll need to be paid up front,” said Candi.

Shorty stuttered nervously, “Oh-oh, yeah.”

Sunshine placed her hands firmly on her hips. “Twelve hundred I think is what you agreed on with Lulu at the agency; eight hundred for the dancing and four for the show.”

Squirming in his chair, Bob whispered curiously, “The show?”

Shorty nervously pulled the Platinum Visa card out of his wallet, handing it to Sunshine.