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The threesome with Robin and Rosa had been incredibly fun. Their beauty was only rivaled by their unhealthy degree of competitiveness, turning their new relationship into a fantastic competition.

A competition that left both of them utterly exhausted, leaving him with nothing to do for the evening.

So, he decided to drive to the bakery, curious how they were doing. Not the business side, as it was going perfectly, but how they were dealing with it.

Max was handling the customer side, managing her usual perfect self, busy and having the time of her life insulting the customers. He would have called her, but something took priority.

Monica in the kitchen, at the edge of a panic attack, carefully decorating a batch of cupcakes with penis drawings.

He approached her from behind carefully, and once when she had pulled the piping bag away from the cupcake, he hugged her from behind. A good choice, because immediately, she squeezed it. He caught the sprayed frosting, and rubbed it against her face. “Hi, Monica,” he said.

“You scared me,” she whispered as she leaned against his chest, leaning into his hug. He used his height advantage to reach from above, and kiss her hard.

“You seem tense,” he said, though Monica was always under a baseline level of stress. This was just worse. “What’s wrong?”

“I am an idiot; that’s what’s wrong,” she said. “I agreed to cater for Carol and Susan’s upcoming wedding.”

“Your brother’s ex-wife, and her new lover,” he clarified. She sighed. “I’m not an expert on lesbian weddings, but cake choice seems particularly daring.”

She growled. “That’s the part where I’m an idiot. I somehow offered to throw them a bachelor party as well, and they accepted.” She sighed. “And, since Susan can be a bit jealous, they don’t want any female strippers, so we’re doing a joke version with male strippers and the whole penis theme. It was supposed to be ironic.”

“So, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“The stripper canceled at the last moment. Apparently, he broke his leg last night. Now, I only have two hours to finish everything, find a new dancer, and vet him to make sure he is safe.”

He hummed. “Well, I don’t have anything to do. I’ll do it,” he said.

"You'll do that for me?" she asked, floored by the offer.

It would be a lie to say that he was doing all for her. If he was just helping Monica, he would have helped her to find another dancer. He hadn’t prioritized meeting with Carol or Susan, but the charged situation was a fun chance. “Of course,” he still said, as there was no point leaving easy brownie points on the table. “Do you want me to find a specific costume, mask, or something else?”

“No, just make sure to wear a full-face mask. It’s a part of their request,” she said. Then, she rubbed her body against him again. “You’re the best,” she moaned, but instead of bending her against the table, he let her go. “What?” she asked.

“I don’t have much time to arrange a costume,” he said. “So, helping you relax has to wait after the little show,” he said, but instead of turning back, he caressed her cheek, swiping a bit of frosting before putting his finger to her mouth. She licked, which made her look very sexy. “Or, if you’re feeling brave enough, during the show…” he added.

Her scandalous gasp was beautiful. “You’re evil,” she said.

He just chuckled and left the shop, not wanting to interrupt Max when she was busy.

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Two hours later, he was at Monica’s door, dressed as a fireman, only with a wide domino mask to make sure his identity would stay a secret, and with an outfit that could be torn away easily.

Not that he needed to hide his identity, but it wouldn’t be as fun. The outfit he picked was deliberately common and cheesy.

He walked in, enjoying the excited chatter as he did so. The room was more crowded than he expected, about ten people, though only four of them caught his attention. Monica and Phoebe, he recognized easily. Monica was at the side of the room, acting more like a worried mom supervising a party than a participant.

Phoebe clearly didn’t share the same attitude, wearing only a bra as a top while she had an intense conversation with one of the other guests. She wasn’t flirting, but she wasn’t refusing it either.

It was more of a way to feed her ego, though he was sure that, if asked, Phoebe would have answered differently.

Of course, the real stars were Carol and Susan, with Susan wearing a killer black dress, and Carol wearing a loose white sundress. They were happily chatting, relaxed and at ease.

And, he noticed the way Susan looked at him. It was not the look of a woman that didn’t find men attractive, at least not entirely. Interesting, he thought. Meanwhile, Carol’s interest was even more obvious; which was less surprising.

For Carol, claiming that she was a lesbian was easier to explain that she was a bisexual who had reached a point that she found her husband extremely annoying to the point of falling out of love, and chose to cheat on him.

Not that he blamed her that much. Ross had his good qualities, but at his core, he was a man-child who rarely accepted any responsibility for his mistakes. Nowhere near as bad as Alan, but not exactly the most attentive husband, not noticing his wife getting seduced away.

However, he didn’t have a lot of time to consider those when Phoebe immediately put on a song. “Dance, dance, dance,” she started to chant, and the others joined.

He dropped his bag, which had a few spare costumes and some other stuff he brought along. He didn’t say anything, but immediately started moving. When it came to dancing, sexy and humorous were difficult to merge.

Difficult didn’t mean impossible, especially with his assets and skills. He kept the first dance moving and energetic, and toward the end, he got rid of his bulky vest, revealing a much tighter shirt underneath.

“Didn’t I tell you a male stripper is going to keep things more fun?” Susan whispered to Carol, confirming Monica’s claim about jealousy.

“Fine, you have a point,” Carol said with a shrug, her attention on him. Since they whispered, they believed their conversation was private.

Before he moved to the second song, he fiddled with the lights a bit, so that the room got dimmer. When the second song started, he still kept mostly the same energy, but slowly enhanced the sexiness.

He didn’t focus on anyone in particular; his attention spread out, slowly turning to the heat.

“You’re overdressed,” Phoebe declared once the song ended. Once again, he wasn’t surprised Phoebe was taking the lead. She had no social shame, so much that, he suspected that she wasn’t actually invited to party, but she was barged in.

But then, the location of the party made it easy for her to do so.

“Come and work for it then, lady,” he said in a throaty tone.

Phoebe’s smile switched, hunger showing underneath her amusement. “Oh, it would be my pleasure,” she declared happily before she joined him in the middle of the room, and ripped his tearaway pants with one pull, leaving him wearing only a g-string that designed to show off one particular asset of his.

He didn’t let her go immediately. Instead, he grabbed her hips, dancing with her for a minute before he let her go back. “Wowza, that was fun,” Phoebe declared happily as she sat back, while the rest of the room hollered happily.

From there, he moved around the room, dancing close to other people as well. He also tested Susan, noting her reaction. Whenever he danced close to her, she had no problem, but whenever he got closer to Carol, she reflexively bristled, because she also caught the light of attraction in Carol’s gaze.

Watching Susan realize inviting a male stripper might not have been the best idea was fun.

At the same time, he made a point to prevent Susan and Carol from drinking, while the rest of the party, except Phoebe and Monica, drank more aggressively. It was better for the next stage.

He stopped dancing when he ended up wearing only a fireman’s hat, his mask, and this g-string, happy with the reactions.

“So, who’s the lucky lady?” he asked. After all, he was supposed to think that he was here for just one bride, and two more.

“Me,” Susan raised her hand immediately, which Carol seemed to be surprised.

“Wow, sweetie. Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course. It’s the reason we’re having this party, right?” Susan replied, acting like she was driven by curiosity rather than jealousy. When Susan stood up, the rest of the party cheered, though most of them were already drunk.

While Susan stood up, he adjusted the lights once more, plunging the room into an even sexier darkness. And, he also put the chair toward the side, which, at the first glance, looked like the center of the room, but it allowed him to use his body as a blocker, which would allow him to use his illusion talent perfectly.

Susan sat there. “If you get scared, or you feel overwhelmed, just say purple, and I’ll stop, alright?” he offered her. Susan’s face tightened.

After all, his gift was more of a Trojan horse. Susan might not be a blue-chip lesbian like she liked to claim, but she was still quite a misandrist, and the idea that she would be scared and overwhelmed landed as an insult.

The next song wasn’t an intense song, but a softer melody with a strong beat. For that whole song, he provided her with a very good lap dance, their bodies rubbing together. From the perspective of the others, it looked like a fun performance, but the angle allowed him to tease her body very aggressively.

At one point, he even used his magic tricks to remove her bra. Her eyes widened. “That’s one way to use a magic trick,” she whispered, but she didn’t surrender. Instead, she caught his gaze, daring him. “I thought only sad virgins learned illusions,” she insulted him.

Probably assuming that things he could do were limited because the room had many occupants. That was not the case. Half was already too drunk, and the other half didn’t have the angle.

Well, all but Monica, who was still away, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t intervene.

“Well, maybe you can help me solve the curse of magic, then,” he whispered shamelessly even as he put his hand to her chest, squeezing her nipple. A moan escaped her mouth, which she assumed the music was loud enough to cover.

It did, for the others. Even without extra perception, he wouldn’t have missed from up close.

He continued dancing, his knee slipping between her legs. From outside, it was difficult to catch how deeply his knee was pressing against her wetness. Her reaction was intense, suggesting it had been a long while since she had been touched by a man, and a part of her was missing the variety.

Naughty.

He didn’t stay there continuously. He pulled back, letting her miss his touch while he circled twice, pulling some impressive moves to keep the audience entertained and distracted.

The next time, he lowered herself to make it look like he was sitting on her lap. Naturally, he didn’t actually sit, as he was heavy.

The position had one benefit: that everyone else was paying attention to his barely covered erection as he made pumping moves, and no one was thinking where his hands were.

As far as distractions went, it was a spectacular one.

Susan’s breath hitched as his hands slipped under her dress. Her panties were lacy and fancy, no doubt there to be removed by Carol once the party ended. He had other ideas. A careful tug was all he needed to rip it into pieces without alerting the rest of the party, and pulled it.

“You’re pushing your luck,” she growled.

“I can always stop if you can’t handle the heat from … what was it that you called, a sad virgin?” he baited, her response the most obvious thing in the world.

“Shut up and dance,” she responded, but made no motion to push his hands away.

His hips moved languidly, following the melody, while his fingers slid up to her thighs, exploring every inch. One stayed there, found her wetness, fingering her hard.

The other climbed up, found her nipple, playing with it. Her dress was too thin to contain anything.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat. She tensed, but the safe word stayed unused. Considering her wetness, he wasn’t surprised.

He shifted his body again, using his broader frame to block the view from the couch where Carol sat. “Come on, bride to be, a little excitement,” he teased as he removed his hand from her chest for a moment, grabbed her hand, and brought to his shaft, the thin g-string nowhere near enough to stop his throbbing.

Everyone cheered, even Carol, who assumed Susan was just playing along for her sake.

Susan’s legs parted as she caressed his shaft. In response, he added another finger, sliding into her slick heat.

“Fuck,” she whispered, so quietly it almost disappeared under the music.

He kept the dance going, hips rolling, free hand still guiding her strokes while a third finger joined his fingering, finding a spot that made her breath stutter, then withdrew to circle her clit.

Every time her hips tried to chase the pressure, he eased off, keeping her right on the edge.

Susan’s grip on his shaft tightened. “You’re going to get us both in trouble,” she managed.

“You know what to do if you’re scared,” he whispered back. “But, that means you’ll be without an orgasm, missing your last chance for adventure before getting married.”

Her thighs clamped around his hand for a second. She was shaking now, small, controlled tremors she was fighting hard to hide. His body still covered the most.

Ethan kept the pace measured. Every time her breathing grew too sharp, he slowed, reminding her with a soft squeeze of her breast or a subtle shift of his knee that he controlled the rhythm.

The song began to fade. He withdrew his hand slowly, making sure the movement stayed hidden by the angle of his body, and brought his fingers up as he shifted his position again. He stood in front of her, face to face.

The meanest part was that he left her at the edge.

“Do you want me to stop, or blow your mind?” he whispered

Susan’s eyes widened, never breaking eye contact. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing quick. She nodded.

“What do you say, people, another song for the bride-to-be?” he declared even as he rotated the chair, and used it to drag it a bit. From outside, it would look accidental, but he did to get an even better angle.

The best part, her back was against the party, and the bulky back of the chair did quite a bit to hide what was going on. He first rose, grabbing her head, simulating a blowjob, but everyone could see that it was a fake.

What they couldn’t see was that he had unbuttoned her dress, revealing her tits, his hand caressing her breasts.

Susan’s eyes widened once he dipped lower, and lowered his underwear. Suddenly, she was looking at his full erection. With her dress rolled up and her panties gone, there was no barrier as he pressed against her wetness.

“The safe word is purple, if you want me to stop,” he reminded her, voice low and rough against her ear.

Susan’s fingers dug into his shoulders. She didn’t say the word.

“As you wish, Miss Bride-to-be,” he said, slowly sinking inside. She was tight, tense, but she swallowed him easily. His hips moved in a slow grind, that, for the audience, looked like ordinary dry-humping.

“You’re actually fucking me, and no one knows” she whispered, fascinated. Her walls clenched hard around him, tight and wet and clearly unprepared for how thick he was.

“Quiet,” he murmured as he set a steady, powerful rhythm, with deep strokes that filled her completely, the angle of the reversed chair letting him grind against her clit with every thrust.

His hands stayed on her tits.

The rest of the party laughed and clapped, completely unaware that he was buried to the hilt inside one of the brides, while the other bride watched from across the room, smiling at what she thought was just a bold private dance for her sake.

Susan’s breathing turned ragged. She bit his arm just to muffle herself. Every time he drove particularly deep she trembled. “You’re taking me so well,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear. “And none of them have a clue.”

Susan’s answer was a broken, almost silent moan. Her head fell forward against his chest as another deep thrust forced a fresh rush of wetness around his cock. She was lucky he could direct attention just as easily. The audience had no idea.

Well, except Monica, who was watching the show from a distance. Unlike others, she knew exactly what he was capable of, and read the situation perfectly.

Her reaction was to hide behind the kitchen island and finger herself while she watched. He caught her gaze, enjoying her blush. Her fingers didn’t stop.

Unfortunately, the situation was too intense, overwhelming Susan, and she climaxed. A moan would have filled the room if he hadn’t put his hand to her mouth while making it look like he was fixing something.

She came hard, shaking violently against him, her body limp while her core clamped down in rhythmic pulses, soaking him.

[Achievement complete. Seduce Susan at her own bachelorette party, in front of her fiancee.

Challenge: Hard]

[+10 Agility

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

[Bonus achievement complete. Netori effect in play]

[+10 Intelligence

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

Agility was a nice reward, and Intelligence was always welcome, so he picked both, though mostly because he didn’t have any urgent need for skills or rewards.

There, they came to a stop. He stood up, fixing his g-string. “I’ll distract them, slip into the bedroom and change into something else, so it’ll go unnoticed,” he said. Then, he smirked. “Wear something fun if you’re not a coward,” he added, leaving Susan to catch her breath while he returned to the party.

“So, who wants to dance next?” he asked, dancing to distract, allowing Susan to safely slide away to the nearest room, which was Rachel’s bedroom.

“Me,” Phoebe happily volunteered.

“Excellent,” he said. Phoebe was a perfect way to distract the group, so Susan could retreat back to the bedroom.

As for whether Susan wanted an encore, that was a question for later.