Stripped Senseless (11 page)

             
“Girls, it’s amazing what having a
Nyquil before and after drinking can do. Now how about a nice big fat greasy
fried breakfast?
A nice runny fried egg as well?”
 
I can’t keep my chuckle in. Helen and
Catherine both clutch their stomachs and run to the bathroom.
 
They re-enter the kitchen a few moments
later, looking decidedly yellow around their cheeks having vomited their own
weights directly into the piss pot.
 

             
I assume the role of mother hen
and make a large pot of coffee for the women to try and eradicate their
hangovers.
 
The rest of the women wake up
an hour later and saunter into the kitchen in exactly the same state that Helen
and Catherine were in.
 

             
I hand out Nyquil’s to Diane, Sue
and Marlee, pour them each a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee.
 
Within an hour everyone seems to be back to
their normal, jovial state and we all take turns to have our showers and get
ready for the massive day ahead.
 

             
By mid-day we are all looking
fabulous.
Myself
and the rest of the bridesmaids are
dressed in sleeveless fuchsia pink gowns, they match Marlee’s bridal bouquet of
white and pink roses.
 

             
Marlee looks absolutely
stunning.
 
Her bridal gown flaunts her exquisite
figure to perfection.
 
The top of the
gown is a bustier that is encrusted with thousands of diamante’s and the skirt
half of the gown clings to every beautiful curve of her legs and thighs.
 
At this moment I am bursting with pride for
my best friend.
 
She had a tough start to
life, but she has finally turned her life around and she has never looked
better.
 

             
Since Marlee’s parents have passed
on, my dad agreed to
giving
Marlee away.
 
She basically grew up with me, always
spending time at our house so it made perfect sense that dad should give her
away.
 
The day dad agreed to give her
away Marlee cried ugly girl cries.
 
Marlee rarely cries
,
she is one of the toughest
bitches out there so I knew this gesture meant the world to her.
 

             
We all have a glass of champagne
to toast the moment of the first of us girls to get married.
 
It is a pivotal moment in our lives, she
gives us hope for the rest of us, which brings my thoughts straight back to
David, god I miss him.
 
I wonder what he
is doing right now, wonder who he is with.
 
Stop right there Tania, that kind
of thinking will only tear you up, so stop right now.
 

             
I am awoken from my reverie as my
dad walks in, dressed in a very dapper tuxedo.
 
I must say he looks very handsome and he looks very proud of his almost
adoptive daughter.
 
My dad is one of the
most laid back men on the planet, Marlee’s past never mattered to
him,
he loved her just like his own.
 
Dad walks up to Marlee and gives her a
heartfelt hug and kiss on the cheek, the scene has me struggling to maintain my
self-control.
 

             
“Well Rick that’s you giving one
of us away, let’s
hope
that Tania is next eh?”
 
Helen shouts from across the room whilst
knocking back the champers.
 
I nearly
expire from choking on mine, Christ almighty there is an awkward silence before
my dad finally clears his throat.

             
“I
live in hope
Helen, though we all know what she’s like.” Dad stares at me and wiggles his
eyebrows suggestively.
 
Yes I know
exactly what he is referring to, my perfect single life, well that was until
recently of course, dad doesn’t know about that though.
 

             
The wedding cars arrive outside of
Marlee’s house and its game time.
 
Marlee
heads out to the impressive Mercedes CLK with my dad and she turns back to us
and we all enter into the biggest group hug of our lives.
 
My dad and Marlee slip into the black CLK and
the rest of us squeeze into the other CLK, god we are nearly sitting in one
another’s laps.
 

             
“Do you girls know that I didn’t
bother to put any underwear on, I am hoping that I get lucky with some hot best
man.
 
What is
Mark’s best man like anyway?
Hot ?”
Helen tells us
this snippet of information and we all look at one another and burst out
laughing.
 
What Helen doesn’t realise is
that Marks best man, is his brother Steve. Steve is exactly the same as Helen
in every way.
 
Steve prides himself in
his very large collection of notches on his bedpost.
 
He is what society tends to call a man whore.
 
He fucks them and then dumps them so fast it
makes the women’s heads spin.
 

             
Yes this wedding is going to be a
blast, if only I had the company of sizzling David, that man just drips
sex.
 

             
The main ceremony of the wedding
will have gone by without a problem I am hoping.
 
Marlee is definitely a little
minx,
mark will definitely need to keep an eye on that one.

             
Marlee phoned me last night and
invited me to the reception of the wedding. She was very drunk judging from the
slurred words pouring down the phone.
 
I
know what Marlee’s plan was though, and it was fucking genius.
 

             
“Hey
ma…mar…
..shit
I mean David.” She shouted down the phone at me.
 
The phone call occurred at about 3am, I am
guessing that’s when they all got in from their pre wedding meal and had a few
drinks.
 
When I say a few I mean drinking
their whole body weights cocktails.
 

             
“Hey Marlee what’s up? More to the
point have you dialled the wrong number? Is Tania okay?”
 
That is the first thing that creeps into my
head, that something has happened to Tania, the thought is unbearable.

             
“No, no, no Ta…Tania is on top
fucking form love, or she would be if you two would sort your shit out.”
 
Marlee is pretty damn blunt for being
intoxicated.
 
Her indignation is very touching
however,
she cares about her friend deeply and is only
thinking about her future happiness.
 
I
want to sort our shit out too, after that god-awful stripping job I realised
just how much I want, and dare I say it how much I love Tania.

             
“Look Marlee, she didn’t tell me
about Pierce.
 
Judging by how much he
kicked off at the club he has some issues that are still not resolved. Are you
aware he actually loves
her.
”
 
This is the crux of the issue, someone else
being in love with Tania, someone sharing those intimate feelings that I have
for Tania fills me with so much fucking rage.
 
It wouldn’t be so bad but the guy is a total and utter douche.
 

             
“Look David we tried to warn her
off him on so many different occasions but you know Tania she is a very
headstrong woman.
 
To be honest I didn’t
think that bastard was actually capable of love but there you go.
 
I don’t care that he loves Tania I mean come
on who wouldn’t? What I am more concerned about is whether you love her or
not?”
 
Marlee emphasises this last point
as if she is right in front of me poking me in the chest with an indignant
finger.
 
Do I love her? Do I fucking
ever, she is the woman of my dreams.
 
Love is not about being the same. Variety is the spice of life.
 
Love is about going to the ends of the earth
for that person.
 
Love is giving them
your heart, your soul and when you are with them you can feel your body firing,
every synapse like a volt of electricity surging through-out you.
 
Love does not give you the option to live
without them. When you are not with them your heart feels like it is beating
outside your body, with absolutely no control.
 

             
“Marlee I love her with everything
I am and it is seriously tearing me up to stay away from her.”
 
This is seriously a first for me admitting
just how
much my feelings
for Tania are cutting me up
emotionally.
 
I am not an emotional guy
but Tania just seems to make me emit these feelings openly.
 
She is certainly a force to be reckoned
with.
 

             
“Well that’s the only thing that
matters then isn’t
it? Fuck Pierce none of us give a flying
shit what the guy feels, he is a complete and utter douche who doesn’t deserve
a second thought. Anyway the reason I was phoning was to invite you to my
reception tomorrow evening, shit actually tonight its tomorrow now isn’t it?
Yes well, wear a tux and get your game face on.
 
I am not going to tell Tania you will be there so I will see you at
6pm.
 
Chow for now David.” And with that
she hangs up the phone and the conversation is over for now.
 
Marlee is a devious little thing, playing
cupid with us both and her arrow has a direct hit on my heart it’s just a case
of aiming for Tania’s now.
 

             
I arrive at the Hilton Hotel for
the reception and feel strangely nervous.
 
I cannot wait to see Tania but there is something niggling away at
me.
 
I cannot describe the feeling just
something doesn’t feel right about tonight.
 

             
I step into the hotel foyer and I
am directed into the dancehall by a geeky looking man with black rimmed
spectacles that surely went out of fashion in the 60’s. I am informed that
everyone is there already.
 
Great, I will
walk into the reception and Tania will no
doubt spot
me straight away, so much for sneaking in inconspicuously so that I can watch
her for a while.

             
Thankfully most people are up at
the bar undoubtedly helping themselves to free drink.
 
I also notice that I blend in nicely with the
other men wearing tuxedos. God it looks like a convention for penguins
discussing the impacts of global warming on our igloos.
 

             
I take one of the plush seats
lining the back wall of the dance hall.
 
The hall looks amazing, Mark and Marlee have done an amazing job, and no
doubt Mark is going to be paying for this for a good few years to come.
 

             
I spot Tania across the room with
Marlee. Now I know that everyone gushes over the Bride, but Christ almighty
Tania looks absolutely breath-taking in that bright pink sleeveless dress. It
shows off her figure and her tits to perfection.
 
How can this woman have such a spell over me,
I know it’s my imagination but as she walks I am sure there is light just
emitting from her, she is my angel.
 
Christ I need to get a drink I am turning into one of those blokes I
hate, those emotional saps you see in the movies.
 

             
I head over to the bar and order a
large vodka and coke and stand next to a rather predatory looking female.
 
What is it about weddings and alcohol that
brings out the cougars?
 
She has harlot
red nails and lipstick and the next thing I know is that her hand disappears
under the bar and she just out right grabs my ball sack.
 
The cheek of the woman, I grab her wrist and
place it back on the bar top, I am having no distractions whilst I get the love
of my life back on home turf.
 
I want to
fuck her brains out where I stand, she just looks so bloody fuckable and those
heels she is wearing with that dress, hot fucking damn!

             
Right David get your shit
together, handsome, your long john silver is about to hopefully get a workout
of the highest order.
 
That thought has
my cock standing to attention in about 0.5seconds, my machine can rev up
quicker than a fucking Porsche 911.
 

             
I gulp down the remainder of my
stiff drink. Talking of stiff I am going to have to head to the men’s room to
readjust my pants first, I can’t go about the ball room with my cock looking
like its holding up a ten man tent.