Pulling the Thread

‘Hey’, my phone blinked.
‘I’d love if you wear that tonight. I know you are a little afraid, but you will have a good time if you know what I mean.’
I knew this night was going to come soon. We had become very close in the past three months.
I also knew that I owed him a lot, everything, perhaps. I picked up my pink crocheted purse and stuffed it in my breast pocket. I was apprehensive because I did not think that I could pull it off.
Staring at my wardrobe, I took it out and laid it on my bed.
I was nervous and excited at the same time. I was not sure if I was looking forward to it.
Feeling gutted, I stared at the dress and formed knots in my tummy. I breathed heavily then decided to just be confident and walk with it.
It was 9:00 pm. I put on the dress and left the house. I could feel people staring. I should have taken a coat with me. Confidence is key, I told myself, and I needed the money.
I finally reached the restaurant and stood outside with the wind slowly setting my hair.
Holding pamphlets in my hand, and making sure the hood does not blind me, I strutted around in my chicken onesie attracting a rather large crowd.
Exhausted, I glanced at the dreaded text again.
‘Yes, boss’, I replied.

The Bachelor Party

It was finally the day of his bachelor party. The last night of absolute freedom, it had to be grand! I had spent a lot of time figuring out what to get him, till I decided to be the best guy friend ever.

One thousand rupees for one night – it was the perfect deal. I called the other guys to confirm. It was his final day being single, and this is the only night we could be shamelessly kinky. It was to be a traditional party, one he was never going to have after tonight.

All of us guys giggled as we made the booking. It was going to be a night to remember – in all ways possible.

When his fiancee left for dinner, we arrived at his house timely (for obvious reasons). We got him a boy crown and a whistle to wrap around his neck. We tried to be as cheeky as we could be, but we had no idea how he would react even though most guys would jump at the thought of it. Will he like it? I had hoped he wouldn’t shun us, and most of all, I was worried about his fiancée walking in on us.

The bell rang, and there she was – dressed in red, with her tongue slyly between her teeth. All of us got excited. We stared unblinkingly and started patting each other.

Finally, he came – the man of the night. He stopped in his way as he stared at her and choked, slightly drooling and breathing heavily at the same time. We ran and placed a crown on his head as she shifted on all fours, calling him through.

He was shocked, and instantly scanned the room for his to-be wife.

‘She isn’t here’, I confirmed. He got excited and walked handsomely towards her.

As she sat on his lap and he folded his arms around her to close in, his fiancée entered the room and screamed.

‘HOW COULD YOU?’

He got scared and lifted himself up the sofa.  Struggling to find words, he kept shifting his eyes from his fiancée to us, and then to her.

‘Please, I can explain’, I got up.

‘THERE IS A DOG ON MY SOFA, JOHN.’ She yelled.

‘It’s a bitch’, I whispered.