Note, this a true story, none of the names have been changed, but certainly not the events of the days!, this is taken right from my diary entries of the time.

My (email) name is Joyce Devries and it was a real life adventure that till this day has never been matched for an exciting adventure. I am 5’2", TV, live near Toronto, Ont., Canada, pass quite well as a woman and have done tons of "real life" things as a woman, but this was the ultimate in adventures.

 

Bridesmaid For Real        by: Joyce Devries        joyce_devries@hotmail.com  ICQ: 26082876

 

Part #4

A long adventure of how I became to be a Bridesmaid in a real Wedding when only the Bride and Groom knew my real gender.

 

FINAL FITTING OF THE DRESSES, TWO WEEKS TO GO NOVEMBER 1989

Over the next couple of weeks whenever my girlfriend and I got together she would insist that no matter what we were doing, be it shopping, going out for dinner or even lounging around the house as girlfriends that I wore my new low backed strapless bra. I quickly found out what she and the saleslady that sold us the bra were talking about, as the "issue" with the darn thing was trying to keep it in place as you moved and did things. Sitting still was one thing, but when we would go out for dinner or to shopping, I was constantly struggling to keep it in perfect place. My girlfriend was also watching and kept on reminding me that I had to excuse myself to the ladies room to adjust it as doing so in public was not "ladylike". The other thing about it was that it felt like a pair of hands was constantly squeezing my mid torso as it was so tight, it certainly was not comfortable wearing it for several hours at a time. My girlfriend one Saturday, after I wore it all day and into the evening, giggled at me as she saw that I was uncomfortable and said, "Remember dear, you have only been in that bra for a few hours, in a couple of weeks, you will most likely be in it for 12 hours or more, and did I forget to tell you that being a Bridesmaid might be uncomfortable?". I groaned back at her and tried to adjust the bra to be more comfortable but to no avail.

Teresa called me one Wednesday evening after the shower and told me that the final payment for the dress, heels and purse was going to be required when we went fore the final fitting. At the fitting, the seamstress was going to see what was required for each of us and would give us an amount. She was suggesting to all of the girls that they come to the fitting with a blank check and whatever the final amount was that we could write it there. She reminded me I should make sure I had at least $300 in the account to cover the costs, and I told her I would, she ended the conversation with, "see you Saturday and don’t forget your nylons or your special". I told her I was going to be in a skirt so it was not going to be a problem, as I always wore nylons with a skirt and I had already being wearing my specialty bra as "practice".

The next evening I got a call from Debbie and she was all excited again and told me that she had gone for her final fitting with Teresa, as the gown arrived that day and she could not wait to see what it looked like. She explained that she had to have it altered and things done to it so that when we went for our fitting that we could be shown some of the things that had to be done. I asked her what kinds of things did we need to be shown?, as I had never read anything that talked about "things" with the Bride’s dress. She giggled on the other end of the line and said, "wait till you see the dress, there are enough buttons and snaps and such hidden on it. You all will need to know where they are to get me dressed, and besides, all of you will also have to know how to "bustle" me". She lost me on the "bustle" thing, but I decided to leave that for the fitting and let that add to the excitement.

The days leading up to the Saturday of the fitting and the night out with the girls had me going through tons of emotions. I was excited and could not wait to see what the dress was like again and wearing it, I was nervous as heck as to what we were going to be doing that evening. My girlfriend gave me the same smile every time I asked her about the evening and what she was so "secretive" about, which was a "evil grin" and saying "just wait and see, we are going to have fun". The Thursday before the weekend, my girlfriend came home from work with a few bags and I saw her rush into the bedroom, and all I noticed was that one of the bags was from Reitman’s. As she came out of the bedroom she told me that she had gotten my outfit for Saturday evening and she made me promise that I would not peek and I agreed that I would not. On the Friday evening I got a call from Teresa to say that the appointment time for Saturday had been changed and that they would be by to pick me up around 1:30pm, as the appointment was for 2pm.

I woke up on Saturday morning and was full of excitement and wanted to get dressed right away, but my girlfriend convinced me to settle down and relax and to plan for 11am to start getting ready. I watched the clock and puttered around the house till I could take it no more and then around 10:45am, I headed for a nice long shower to get nice and "squeaky clean". When I got out of the shower I wrapped myself in my makeup coat and made my way to the bedroom. My girlfriend had not laid out my clothes for the day, but I was not worried, as I knew exactly what I was going to be wearing and headed to the closet to pull out the skirt and blouse I first wore to Promises and Lace. I slipped on my favorite pink lacy panties and grabbed for the off the shoulder low backed bra and squeezed it on and then opened a brand new pair of sheer nude nylons and carefully slipped them on. Putting my makeup coat back on, I moved to the mirror and started with my eyes and applied my usual colours that complimented my complexion. I made sure I took my time, applied a light application of all of the colours and finished with my light reddish pink lipstick I looked my face over and thought I did a great job. I then moved to the bed and slipped on the blouse and long jean skirt, finally slipping into the 3" black kid heels completed the look. I finished off with my favorite pair of long dangle gold earrings and a spritz of my Halston’s perfume and I was ready.

I grabbed my purse and met my girlfriend in the living room and she complimented me on how good I looked and as I sat down she grabbed a comb and helped me with my hair. We chatted about how excited I was and that I was really looking forward to see my dress again. She reminded me that she was excited as well, and that the first time she was going to see it was when I was walking down the isle the day of the Wedding!. As she was brushing out my hair she could not help but comment on the evening and how I should not only be looking forward to the dress shopping but the evening as well, and giggled as she did. Eventually, she was done and as always asked me to check out my hair in the bathroom, as I got up to do that, the buzzer rang. My girlfriend told me not to worry and that she would buzz back and would meet me at the door with my coat after I checked my hair.

My hair looked perfect and I headed to the door and she helped me with my coat and handed me my purse and told me to have a good time. I told her I would and then headed downstairs to the van were all the girls were waiting for me. Debbie opened the door and I slid into a seat next to Liz, I could tell right away that I was not the only one in a skirt, as Liz’s short jacket exposed her above the knee jean skirt and heels that were about as high as mine. As we pulled out of the parking lot Debbie made the comment that my girlfriend answered the buzzer and asked if she was coming with us that evening. When I told her she was, she made the comment, "great, cannot wait to finally meet her". I got a couple of funny looks from Connie and Liz, and Debbie saw them too and noted, "that is Barb’s roommate what we are talking about". A chill ran up my spine as I did not know what was going through their heads, but a collective, "ohhh" from both of them made me feel better. The ride to Promises and Lace was fun, lots of talking about "this that and the other thing" about the Wedding and before long we got to Promises and Lace.

We did not get the parking spot in front of the store this time, but one about half a block down and as we walked to the store I noticed that except for Teresa, we were all in skirts. Teresa was in black leather pants, but still was also wearing nylons and low black patent heels. We got to the front of the stores and I got goose bumps right away!, the front of the store was enough to do it!. I was the second last one in the door and again the emotions came flooding over me, the place was pure feminine heaven!. Not much had changed since we had come before when we chose the dresses, Sally came and greeted us and then right behind her was Maria, dressed in a lovely gray cashmere sweater and knee length black skirt and sheer black hose and low black patent heels. She certainly look allot different than before, allot more sexy. She helped us off with our coats and hung them up. I could not help but notice Teresa, the black leather pants she was wearing fit her like a second skin, and the white blouse she was wearing totally showed off her cleavage, she was stunning. I tried not to gawk too much and followed everyone else to the room to the right and took a seat next to Debbie on one of the couches.

Sally came in and announced, "welcome back ladies, we have everything ready for you, now who is going to go first?". Connie said she would and Sally thumbed through a rack of powder blue dresses and pulled one out and hung it in the change room and invited Connie in to get changed. As Connie was changing, Maria came around with a glass of white wine for all of us and again, I thought the whole idea was so weird. Sally waited for Connie to open the door to the change room and then zipped up her dress and did up the button at the back, and told her to stand on one of the lighted podiums. Right away I knew that the dress choice was right as it totally complimented Connie’s plus size figure. The colour of the dress was a really pretty powder blue, it certainly complimented Connie and as I looked around the room knew it would for the rest of us as well. Another woman came in the room and it was the seamstress Lisa, she looked about Sally’s age and immediately started working on Connie’s dress. Sally announced that she totally forgot the shoes and went out of the room to get them as they were going to be needed for the fitting.

Lisa asked Connie if she was wearing the bra she would be wearing on the day of the Wedding, and she made a snarly comment, "of course I am, can you not see I am uncomfortable". Lisa continued and ignored her comment, I just looked over at Debbie and Teresa and smiled. Sally then came into the room with a pile of shoe boxes and then pulled out a box with Connie’s name on it and pulled out them out. I smiled and looked over at Debbie as they looked like they matched perfectly with the dress and Sally helped her slip them on and it certainly made the dress. When Lisa was done she turned to all of us and told us that there was material left over and she had something made from it, she pulled a big large bow from a bag she brought and asked us if we would like to have it added. She put the large bow at the base of the spine of the dress at the back and I really, really liked it!, but Connie, again being snotty, said, "great, why don’t you put a sign on it saying ‘wide load’". Teresa then piped up and said that we already had a rose on the front and that was cute enough and that we should not go with the bow. The rest of us agreed (well not me), and the bow was put away.

I was the second person to get my dress fitted and Sally grabbed my dress and brought it into a change area and hung it up and told me to wait while she got my shoes. I was unbuttoning my blouse when Sally came in and handed me the box that my shoes were in. I stared at the dress as I slipped out of my blouse and skirt and then finally my heels, and could not believe how beautiful it looked. I slipped off my heels and grabbed the dress, as I undid the button on the back and unzipped the dress. It felt sooooo wonderful as I slid the dress on, it was long on me, but the bodice of the dress fit very well, the material was satiny feeling but "hard" at the same time, it felt like it was a perfect fit. I zipped the dress as far as I could and opened the box with my heels and took them out of the plastic and slipped them on. They were really comfortable, a little wider than my normal size 7 shoes, and cushioned well, I certainly thought that these would not have to be broken in. I adjusted my bra so it was in the right place and then opened the door to the stall and Sally was waiting for me. She zipped me up and did up the button and I made my way to the podium, I looked over at Debbie and she had a big smile and mouthed "lovely" to me.

Lisa then asked me how the dress felt and if I was wearing the bra I was going to wear on the day of the Wedding and told her I was and that the dress felt really comfortable. She started pinning here and there was the elastic on the shoulders was a little loose and she told me that the bodice was a little low, and then hemmed the skirt so it was just above my ankles to show off the heels. As she worked I stared at myself and could not believe how a simple piece of fabric could make a person look so pretty. Lisa could see by the look on my face that I was pleased and commented on that, and I said, "I simply love the colour and the way it fits, I never thought it would look this nice". Lisa then said, "not only is it nice, but it one that you could wear again to another occasion, and not too many Bridesmaid dresses these days you can". All of the other girls agreed, even Connie, and Lisa told me that she was done, I was saddened when she told me that she was done, and to be careful changing out of the dress with all of the pins. As I got off the podium, she undid the button and then unzipped me and I walked back into the change room and paused for a moment and stared at myself in the dress. After looking through my Bridal magazines, I held my hands in front of me like I was holding a bouquet of flowers. I slipped out of the dress, very carefully, as I kept getting poked by pins, and put it carefully on the hanger and put back on my skirt and blouse.

As I left the change room I was "beaming", I felt so giddy and was smiling ear to ear as I sat back down next to Debbie. As Liz went up to get her dress on, Debbie leaned over to me and quietly said, "you looked really pretty, just as pretty as any Bridesmaid I have ever seen". I sat and watched and as Liz came out, I could see that she also looked wonderful. The last was Teresa, and when Sally pulled out her dress it was a royal blue colour, which contrasted our baby blue dresses. When she came out and was standing on the podium, she definitely looked the best in the dress and the bra she was wearing pushed her breasts up a little more than the rest of us and showed a little cleavage. When Teresa changed back, and then sat down, Sally told us all that we should take our shoes home and wear them around the house to break them in before the day of the Wedding. She also warned us to stay away from wet surfaces or water, as that would ruin the dyeing. She said that we could all pick up our shoes on the way out and that it was time to teach us about how to handle Debbie’s dress, and to follow her to the Brides area.

Again, the Brides area was much larger than the Bridesmaid area and was full of tons and tons of Wedding dresses, I thought to myself as I looked, "how does a girl make a choice?". Maria came with two very large white plastic garment bags. She put them in one of the large changing areas, that had a curtain for a door, and Debbie and Teresa went in, while Connie, Liz and I looked around. It was about 10 or so minutes later, and at first Teresa came out and held the curtain shut and then said, "girls, meet the Bride". We all gasped as Debbie came out of the change room, the dress was absolutely stunning and beautiful, much more beautiful than the magazine. The beadwork was so elaborate, the sheer material around her neck and bust showed a little cleavage, the back of the dress had about 20 or so buttons doing it up, she was absolutely gorgeous. The skirt of the dress stood out I would say at least 2 to 3 feet on either side of her body and "swished" as she walked. Teresa grabbed allot of material at the back of the dress and Debbie walked to the middle of the room.

Sally then told us all to gather around at the back of Debbie and started to explain some of the things about the dress. She showed us how to "fluff" the train, as it was our job for when she was at the alter and for pictures. We all had to take turns, and what I noticed was that when I grabbed the train of the dress there were two layers to it. One silky and smooth and under it was like normal cloth (I was later to learn that was to allow the train to be dragged on the ground without ruining the satin material). Then we were all shown how to "bustle" the train, and this was to allow Debbie to walk around and dance at the reception without slinging her train over her shoulders. She showed us six hooks hidden under a seam that was around the waist of the dress. Then she showed us little loops that were hidden around the train and there were six to match the hooks at the waist. There was a certain order that the train had to be bustled and we were each given a chance to bustle Debbie’s train. As I took my turn I giggled a little as did up the train near her bum, I had other thoughts as I did it, but kept them to myself. Sally also showed us all of the other little hooks and buttons on the dress that we made sure we did up when she got dressed. Eventually Debbie went into the change area and Teresa followed her and Liz myself and Connie waited and looked around. Debbie and Teresa came out changed back into their clothes and we all went back to the Bridesmaid area, grabbed our purses and were handed our coats and shoes by Maria. As we left the store, Sally wished Debbie good luck on her Wedding day and to us as well. She told Debbie and Teresa that the dresses would be ready by the Wednesday of the following week, and to pick them up then.

We left the store and I took one look back as we did and got a little sad, but knew the real excitement of the Wedding was to come. The ride back to the apartment to drop me off was a series of discussions amongst the girls, talking about how nervous we would be the day of the Wedding, that evening, etc., etc. We eventually got to my apartment and I noticed the time was 5pm!, only an hour and a half before they would be back to pick up myself and my girlfriend!. I hurried upstairs and my girlfriend met me at the door as I came through. She was smiling and I was shocked at what she was wearing, she had on a skirt I had never seen before, a turquoise colour very tight skirt with a zipper up the back. The skirt was about 3 inches above her knees and definitely a miniskirt. Her blouse was a dark flowered blouse what was tied around her mid torso, so her belly button area was exposed, her ample breasts were almost popping out of the blouse. She was wearing what looked like ultra sheer nude hose and about 3" black patent heels, which I had never seen before. She was smiling at me and could see by my reaction I was surprised, she smiled and said, "I take it you like my outfit?, this is my ‘clubbing’ outfit". I was speechless as she took my coat and said, "I will hang this up, you go into the bathroom and wash off your makeup and then join me in the living room, for this evening, I am doing your makeup".

 

THE BACEHOLRETTE PARTY, TWO WEEKS TO GO NOVEMBER 1989

I washed off my makeup and went into the living room, my girlfriend already had her makeup bag out and told me to sit on the couch and was still smiling at me. I sat down and she was looking at me and then gave me that evil grin and said, "this evening you are going to really see what it like on the ‘other’ side". I must have had a blank look in my eyes as I looked back at her. She started to apply my eye makeup, telling me that "we are going ‘clubbing’ this evening, and we will probably be hitting a few ‘meat market’ establishments". I had to admit I rarely went to many bars, and only a few with my friends, but just for a couple of beers at times. I honestly had to ask her what she was talking about and she giggled a little and said, "this evening dear, we are going to be two single girls, ‘the meat’ if you will. It is going to be fun watching you ‘fend off’ the guys as you WILL be hit on". I sat quietly stunned as she did the rest of my makeup, and all I could do was stare at her breasts that were sticking out of her blouse and inches from my face!. When she was done she said, "there, that should be perfect to match the outfit", and handed me the lipstick and told me to pack it in my purse. She stood up and told me that my outfit was in the bedroom and I should get dressed while she did her own makeup. She told me not to look at myself until I was wearing all of the clothes that she laid out for me.

I got up and went to the bedroom and I slowly opened the door, and got really excited at what was laid out on the bed. The first thing I noticed was a very short black leather skirt, then a pearl coloured silk blouse, my lacey white bra, new ultra sheer black hose, my 4" black patent heels!, a pearl necklace, a wide black leather belt and my girlfriends Halston’s perfume. I stared at the clothes and had mixed feelings, I loved the idea of a leather skirt, but by the looks of it, had never worn anything that short before. I got undressed and slid the sheer black pantyhose up my legs, they were so sheer, I had never worn hose this sheer and made my legs feel like silk. I pulled the blouse over my head and did the button up at the back, then tucked it into my pantyhose and grabbed for the leather skirt. It was lined and felt wonderful as I slid it up my legs, I snapped it up and grabbed the wide black belt and did it up. I took the bottle of Halston’s perfume and put some on my wrists and neck and a little on my ankles just to be sure. I finally slipped on my 4" black patent heels and made my way to the mirror to see how I looked. To say I was shocked would be an understatement!, my skirt was WAY too short and the lace bra was very visible under the blouse!. The makeup my spouse put on was very heavy, I thought I looked like a prostitute!.

I came out of the bedroom and my girlfriend was waiting for me and her makeup was done as heavy as mine!. She giggled as I came out of the bedroom and asked if I liked the look. I told her I did, but not for going out of the bedroom. She giggled again and said, "I saw you looking at the girl at Reitman’s, I thought you were admiring her outfit, so I got one for you. Now, you will see what it is like to be ‘checked out’". She came and gave me a gentle hug and told me that everything would be fine and that the evening was going to be fun for her and a learning experience for me. She left me standing in the living room and went into the bedroom, when she came out, handed me a tiny little purse and told me to pack only my lipstick, blush in it. I looked at the purse and except for a lipstick and blush, there was no way to put anything else in it. She saw me and again giggled and said, "dear that is a ‘clubbing’ purse, you will see what I mean later". I grabbed my lipstick and blush and opened the purse to put it in and noticed a condom in the purse and exclaimed, "what the hell is this". My girlfriend started laughing and said, "opps, must be left over from my last ‘clubbing’ trip, might as well keep in there, you never know what can happen". I was not happy with the situation, but did up the purse and went and sat on the living room couch. As I sat down I found that my skirt rode up almost to my panties!, as I fought to get it down my girlfriend came in the room and saw me and started laughing again, she said, "short leather skirts are sexy, until you have to wear one!".

It was still 30 or so minutes before everyone was to arrive and my girlfriend came and sat with me. She too had a tiny little purse and I had to ask her where she got her outfit. She told me that she pulled hers, heels and all from the closet and used to wear it going ‘clubbing’ with her girlfriends. I asked her many questions about ‘clubbing’ and all she would do is smile and say, "you will learn soon my dear, you will learn".

Before I knew it the buzzer rang it was the other girls downstairs waiting for us. My girlfriend was the first to jump up and call down that we were on the way, and grabbed her coat and mine and as slipped on my coat she made sure we had our purses and headed down the stairs to the bus. Teresa greeted us as we stepped onto the bus and with everyone wearing their coats it was hard to see what everyone was wearing. Teresa definitely had on heels and was wearing hose so I gathered she was in a skirt or dress. As we got onto the bus I recognized all of the Bridesmaids and quite a few other girls. My girlfriend and I slid into a seat that was a couple of rows away from Debbie, but as the bus pulled away from the apartment, Debbie came and introduced herself to my girlfriend and welcomed her to the trip. The ride to the first club was about 20 minutes, I did not know exactly where we were going, but knew the area. We pulled up to the first club and decided as a group to leave our coats on the bus as the temperature was not that cool and we would not have to worry about checking our coats.

As the girls took off their coats, I was in awe when I saw Teresa, she was absolutely stunning. If my girlfriend called her and I "pieces of meat", Teresa was definitely "prime Rib", she wore a crushed blue velvet tank dress, and heels as high as mine. Her dress clung to every single curve on her body, she was a knockout, and I could not help but stare, my girlfriend, grabbed my arm and quietly said, "mind yourself Barb". I did not have to ask her what was talking about as we left the bus for the club. I counted 15 girls as we walked towards the door of the club, then fear came over me, they were checking ID. A ton of thoughts ran though my mind of stories I could tell and such, but as we got closer to the entrance, the ‘bouncers’ made a comment that we were a bachelorette party and let us all in, no questions asked. Once in the club I looked over the group of us that went in, about 80% were in miniskirts and heels and others wore very low plunging tops, we definitely looked hot. This made me uncomfortable and my girlfriend could see that and told me to "relax and enjoy myself".

I had not gone to the bathroom before we were picked up and my bladder was almost bursting. The music was really loud and the club was packed. I asked where the washrooms were and one of the girls in our group pointed me towards a neon sign in the distant. I held my purse tight and headed into the crowd for the washroom. I cannot even say how many times my bum was pinched as I went to the washroom, even worse, a couple of times it was literally under my skirt and on my nylon clad bum directly, every time turning around and seeing no one that could have done it. I got into the washroom and it was just as packed as the club. I eventually found a line and got in it for using one of the stalls. It took about 15 minutes before it was my turn and eventually I got a stall and went in and the stall was disgusting, writing on the walls, toilet paper on the ground. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties and pantyhose and did my business. When I left the stall, the mirror area was packed, but since I had not eaten or drank anything, decided my lipstick did not need touching up and went back into the bar to join the other girls. The trip back was much like the first, very, very crowded and my ass got pinched several times. When I got into an area that was not crowded, I could see they guys looking me up and down, and yes, I certainly felt like a "piece of meat".

When I got back to our group I could not see my girlfriend and when I asked Debbie were she was she pointed me to the dance floor. Jealously ran through my body as I saw her dancing with some guy, but remembered what she had said that we were "two single girls". Debbie handed me a bottle of beer and smiled as she knew that I was looking at my girlfriend dancing. The music continued to be very loud, and eventually my girlfriend came off the dance floor and the guys she was dancing with was on her arm. She was smiling and talking with him and eventually he left, but not before patting her bum as he left. I saw this and she leaned over and reminded me, "two single girls right?". I nodded and she started chatting with Liz as I continued to look around the club. As I scanned the crowd, I saw that most of the girls were dressed provocatively, if it was not a short skirt, their tops were definitely showing lots of cleavage.

Then I saw it, five guys approaching our group and my girlfriend and I where on the outside of the group. The words "care to dance ladies", echoed in my head as one of the guys screamed it over the music. My girlfriend put down her drink and quickly agreed and grabbed the hand of one of the guys. Before I knew it one of them grabbed my hand and I followed my girlfriend and her dance partner to the dance floor. First off, I do not dance well, and secondly, I have never done it in heels, 4" heels to boot. I did my best, but to say I was as "fluid and natural" as my girlfriend would be lying, I tried to relax and did my best. Eventually the song was over and my partner, who was a very nice looking gentleman, squeezed my hand and thanked me for the dance and faded into the crowd. My girlfriend was laughing as she joined me back at the table and told me that I looked "cute" dancing.

We stayed at the first club for about 2 ½ hours and then Teresa came around to each of us and told us it was time to go to the next club. I was a relief to get back on the bus, not only to get away from the loud music, but to actually sit down, as my calf muscles were starting to get sore and judging by the faces of allot of the other girls they were too. The next club was about 15 minutes away and it was very similar to the first, my girlfriend continued to accept dances and was having a great time. I tried to keep myself "covered" in the crowd of the other girls so I would not have a chance of being asked to dance. After about 2 hours we left for the last club of the evening, which was a much more quiet club (thank heavens).

The club was a jazz club and much closer to home, the loud thumping music was replaced by a soft band. Jazz is not a favorite music of mine, but it was a nice change from the loud thumping sounds of the evening to that point. However the soft and romantic music was going to come with a price. My girlfriend and I just got our drinks and we were approached by two very well dressed men, they asked if WE would like to dance. My girlfriend looked over at me and said, "WE would love to dance with you". I was in a spot and joined my girlfriend in putting down my drink and taking the hand of the man that was to dance with me. I followed him to the dance floor and he quickly had his arms around me and we started to sway to the soft jazz music. It was like something out of a movie, I had no clue what to do but just relaxed and went with the swaying of the music. I looked over and saw my girlfriend, but she was occupied with her dance partner and did not look over at me. My partners name was Dave and he was definitely drunk, I had no clue what to do was we slow danced and his hands slid to my leather covered behind. He was moaning and telling me how sexy and cute I looked in my little black leather miniskirt. He kept pulling me closer and closer, and what I found he was pulling me closer to is a lump in the front of his pants that I was not prepared to deal with. Eventually the song ended and my girlfriend "rescued" me and we went back with all of the other girls. I was shocked by what happened to me and did not tell my girlfriend about it, but rather "hid" in the crowd of all of the other girls.

I did not move for the rest of the evening, even thought my bladder was full and I was in pain. My girlfriend continued to accept dances, as did a number of the other girls, including Debbie. Teresa then came and gathered us all up and we made our way back to the bus. As we walked from the club to the bus, allot of us cringed as the temperature had dropped significantly and we shivered as we climbed on the bus and quickly put on our coats.

When my girlfriend and I got dropped off, I said my good byes and quickly ran upstairs and headed for the washroom and emptied my bladder. As I came out of the washroom, my girlfriend had come up stairs and was in the process of hanging up her coat. She saw me come out of the bathroom and had a big huge smile on her face and said, "So how was it being a ‘piece of meat’". I was not really in the mood to comment back and made my way to the couch and kicked off my heels and felt the pain in my calves of the 5 or so hours in 4" heels without sitting down. As I rubbed my calves, she came and sat with me and said one thing before going to bed, "now you can appreciate what we women do for our men".

 

To be continued.....

Joyce Devries          joyce_devries@hotmail.com ICQ: 26082876

 

 

 

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