Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-59”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

With Lexxi’s bachelorette party behind us, it was now time for Nikki’s. Aside from the bride being different, the two parties were surprisingly similar. The same lame stories were told and most of the gag gifts received by Nikki were the same. Whoever had given Lexxi the large, bright-pink strapon had also given one to Nikki. To this day I still have no idea who it was, but one thing was certain; she was my kind of girl.

It was not until the stripper arrived that things finally started getting interesting. I had only just escorted Candy Cane into the living room when I realized something. Nikki was drunk. And I don’t mean a little tipsy. I mean forget-everything-that-happened drunk. Fortunately, the wild party animal that Nikki had become momentarily remained caged as Candy began her performance. Unfortunately, it was set loose as soon as the lap dance began.

Nikki started by fondling the stripper’s now bare breasts, but Candy was accustomed to dealing with handsy clients and let it slide. However, the lap dance came to an abrupt end when Nikki tried to kiss her. While everyone gasped in shock or giggled in amusement, I snapped into action.

I jumped to my feet and kept Nikki from embarrassing herself further. Unfortunately, she was determined to kiss someone.