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waking up Friday morning, with a huge hard on. He ignored it, wanting to sa ve his stamina for that night . The day seemed to drag on at a snails pace . He had one headache after another at work.
    The computer system went down, and he lost one major client that moved their business to another state. By the time he left work that day, he felt like skipping the party that night. The lack of financial funds being the only reason he decided to go. He needed the mon ey to make it through the month.
    Cooking a frozen dinner in the microwave, he ate before getting ready for that evening. He had stopped off at a costume shop on his way home. After deciding he would do a strip tease for the bride, he bought some black leather Velcro pants with an open crotch .
    Knowing he would have to wear a g-string under them , h e had bought a silver glittery one, p ick ing out a short sleeve button up shirt from his closet to wear over a tight t-shirt . Deciding to dress in layers so that it would take longer to get naked, adding more teasing to the event, hoping he could pull off a strip tease dance without embarrassing himself. Taking a long shower, he hoped the party would be a stress reliever , letting the water pour over his tense muscles until it ran cold.
    Dressing quickly, he stud ied himself in the mirror, hoping he didn’t cross paths with any work colleagues . The pants looked so tight that he figured they would probably rip when he got a hard on if not for the crotchless design. He decided to wait until he got to the party to put on the final piece of his costume.
    As he locked the door he glanced around, making sure he could slip into the garage without any neighbors seeing his silly outfit. He hoped that he would not get pulled over by a cop on the way to the party. Arriving at the party fifteen minutes early, he used the extra time to calm his nerves, by breathing slowly and deeply.
    Waiting until the last possible moment, h e put on the final piece of his outfit, a black mask that only c overed the area around his eyes, "Now I look like a Zorro , im personator ," he mumbled as he looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
    Hearing lots of female laughter inside the house as he walked toward the porch, he almost chickened out but had no choice but to ring the doorbell if he ever wanted to get out of debt. A short dark haired woman answered the door.
    “ Hey g irls! The entertainment is here, " she laughed, grabb ing his arm and yank ing him across the threshold before he could react . A brief bolt of fear shot thr o u gh his body when he saw all the women. Just glancing, he’d guess there were thirty or forty party guests.
    When one drunken blond suddenly yelled, " f resh m eat , " h e tried to back toward the door but instead bumped into a wall of horny female flash as they crowded him, groping his ass and crotch.
    Pushing away from the handsy women, he found the one that had answered the door, "Are you Cynthia?"
    She shook her head and pointed out a slender platinum blonde across the room. Right on cue, she turned to look at Matt, cocking an eyebrow as she gave him the once over. As she crossed the room, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth making him wonder if he really did look as ridiculous as he felt in the costume.
    “Mr. Tongue I presume,” she yelled into his ear, trying to make herself heard over the bellowing laughter and voices.
    Nodding, he glanced around, apparently looking intimidated by the extra partiers. Patting his arm, she assured him, “ I know there are more women here than I said there would be. I promise that I will pay extra . "
    Still unsure, he let out a bewildered sigh, as he watched the crowd, barely noticing an Asian woman tap Cynthia on the shoulder and whisper in her ear. After a moment, the other woman walked away and he gave Cynthia a questioning look as a huge smile emerged on her face.
    “The bride’s best friend flew here from Japan . She’s willing to match what I pay you. I can