Hens And Cocks

Here's one thing I thought I'd never ever see: my sister being dry humped from behind by a burly black man, with my mother whooping it up for encouragement. No, it wasn't some bizarre Jerry Springer kind of a family moment, but rather part of a wild evening that was my sister's Hen's Night. Crazy.

Even though she is technically already married with her Civil Ceremony having occurred earlier in the year, my sister is still madly organising for her Church Wedding in December. What makes her preparations doubly stressful is the fact that it is going to be held overseas. Bridezilla, she is close to becoming.

So, to hedge of any unnecessary, but quite likely, connubial homicide, we decided to organise a surprise Hen's Night to distract her from the hair-pulling stress of the past few weeks. Let me tell you, it would have been far easier to keep a State secret than it is to keep something like this from my sister. She sensed something was up, although not knowing exactly what. All she kept saying was, "there better be strippers!"

Well, that's exactly what she got.

With thirteen of her closest gal pals, along with two gay boys that included myself, and our mother in tow, we had pole position at Mandate, a male revue venue, and front centre of all the action. Bless. And ours weren't the only Hen's Night being celebrated with up to a dozen other groups there, all wildly screaming and jeering for the boys to come out. What is it with chicks and their seemingly unending propensity for creating loud piercing noises? I was hoarse after only a few goes.

So, after a long build-up - the stage version of foreplay - the boys finally came out and expectedly, all looked buffed and very hunky. They moved, they teased and they stripped. The girls were going absolutely stir crazy. Oddly, though, I found the boys rather ordinary. They were all good to look at, that much was a given, but really, better eye candy could be found at Exchange, a local gay haunt. No, it was their antics with the chicks that I found more entertaining.

Hens were brought up on stage for some very special, very close, one-on-one attention. Gropes, humps, licks and kisses, anything goes. Which leads me to my sister's hilarious turn. Her close encounter with the Black Cop stripper was relatively tame by comparison, despite the embarrassment factor of being groped and being done in front of all her friends and mother. At least, it wasn't like the girl who was made to lie down while a sweaty, oiled up spunk, wearing nothing but a shirt, knelt down in front of her up-turned face. Talk about being tea-bagged!

Lucky bitch.