PARTY GIRL by Joe Doe A WOMAN IS INDIGNANT THAT HER HUSBAND HAS DRAGGED HER OFF TO MEXICO TO ATTEND A BACHELOR PARTY FOR AN OLD (AND OBNOXIOUS) FRAT BROTHER. Kelly was not a happy woman. She resented the fact that Jim was wasting their money at a hotel in Mexico to attend a bachelor party for one of his old fraternity brothers. She hated her husband's frat brothers -- and knew that the feeling was mutual. She had been delighted when Jim had graduated and left his horny, alcoholic "buddies" behind. Even though the frat reunions were infrequent, they still infuriated Kelly. What made this reunion even more pointless was that, as soon as they checked into the hotel, Jim had practically collapsed in her arms with a nasty case of the flu. Now, instead of attending the bachelor party, Jim was going to spend the evening hugging the toilet. Not that Kelly really minded. She thought it was funny that, instead of ogling some stripper, Jim would be projectile vomiting with a 101 fever. It served him right! She was still angry with Jim, and she had cheerfully left him moaning on the bathroom floor while she went off to spend the afternoon on the beach. When she was done sunning herself, she decided to rinse the sand off in one of the cabanas before heading back to the room. She had a perfect body, but she had deliberately worn her most modest one piece suit that day, not wanting to risk running into one of Jim's drooling frat brothers when she was wearing a skimpy bikini. She stepped into the wooden shower cabin and closed the swinging, saloon-style doors. Then she slipped out of her suit and hung it on the little hook right outside the door. She also hung her room key and towel on the hook, and turned on the water. The warm water felt good, and she was soon lost in her thoughts. She didn't notice when everything slipped off the tiny hook and landed on the ground, the towel falling on top and covering up the suit and key. Naturally, when the maid came by she picked up the discarded towel and threw it into her laundry cart, not noticing that she was also throwing Kelly's swim suit and room key into the cart as well. When Kelly realized what had happened, she called her waiter. Unfortunately for her, the 22-year-old cabana "boy" was not overly sympathetic. The young Mexican had been waiting on the bossy American woman hand and foot all day, and she had curtly told him that "Mexican boys were too slow and stupid to tip," before contemptuously ordering him to charge her drinks to her room. But now the room key that she had scornfully dangled in his face was gone...and her clothes, too. She begged the leering waiter to give her a towel, but he refused. Instead, he called hotel security, and told them that he had found a naked prostitute hiding on the beach in one of the showers! Kelly had chosen the one piece suit because she didn't want to be exposed. So she was quite upset to be marched stark naked through the hotel lobby with her hands cuffed behind her back. The hotel manager naturally demanded proof of her identity. She tried to call the room, but Jim wasn't answering the phone. Kelly suddenly wished that she had taken five minutes to get Jim that medicine he had begged her for. She knew she really had no choice. She reluctantly asked the manager to call Jim's frat brother, Herb. Kelly hated Herb, but she knew he was smart. Herb had organized the bachelor party, and, except for Jim, he was the only member of the fraternity with any brains at all. When Herb came into the office, the first thing he saw was Kelly in all her glory, shivering, naked, with her hands still cuffed behind her back. The hotel manager quickly explained the situation, and asked Herb if he knew her. Herb looked the trembling Kelly up and down carefully, as if trying to remember whether he knew her. He shook his head. "I've never seen this woman before in my life," he said, with a straight face. Kelly's heart almost stopped. She couldn't believe that Herb would do this to her. "That's too bad," the hotel manager said sadly. "I'm going to have to call the police, and they will take her to the local calabozo...jail. I suspect that a beautiful, naked gringa will have a very tough time there." "I have a better idea," Herb said. "The stripper I hired for tonight's party is asking for too much money. I'll take this little puta off your hands, if she'll work my bachelor party for free!" Kelly shuddered at the thought. "I'll take custody, give her some clothes and money, and guarantee you that she'll never come back to your hotel again," Herb told the manager. "And I'll even give you 1,000 pesos for your trouble." The manager smiled as soon as Herb mentioned the gratuity. Obviously he knew how to do business in Mexico. Herb looked at the trembling Kelly. "Of course, if she doesn't want to do it, we can just ship her cute little ass off to jail. I'm sure she'd be VERY popular!" What choice did Kelly have? Dancing naked for her husband's fraternity brothers was a nightmare come true, but it was better than being assaulted in a Mexican jail. "I'll do it...sir," she said, through clenched teeth. Herb smiled and put his forefinger between Kelly's breasts and then teasingly started to move the finger down her torso. She flinched, but dared not move. She knew that she had to play along with Herb or risk a far worse experience in some hellhole prison. "That sounds like an excellent idea, sir," the hotel manager said, eagerly. "The surprise cake you ordered is in the storeroom, and we can lock the naked girl inside until the party starts. When the time comes, the little puta can jump out and start dancing!" Kelly winced at the thought of dancing naked in front of the drooling frat boys, but right now she had bigger problems. Herb had run his finger through her pubic hair and was rubbing her exposed pussy! "Should I take the handcuffs off?" the manager asked. "No, leave them on," Herb said. "She won't need her hands to dance!" He continued to stare directly into Kelly's eyes and rub her pussy as he went on. "Of course, we'll have to give her a little boost to get her in and out of the cake." He playfully squeezed her bottom cheek. "But I'm sure the guys won't mind giving her a hand." Kelly moaned as Herb moved his finger in and out of her wet pussy. Damn! The situation was EMBARRASSING, but it was also EXCITING! "As you requested, we will change your guests' money, so that they will have plenty of dollar bills," the manager said. "Would you like me to get the young lady a garter belt, so that the guests will have somewhere to stuff the money?" "No, she won't need a garter belt," Herb replied, breezily. "Just lots of slutty music, and plenty of beer for the guys." Herb winked at Kelly and pushed his finger deep into her soaking pussy. "The boys will be stuffing their money somewhere else." Edited by C. Lakewood