Page 53 of Christmas Candy

When Big Stick hit the deck in front of us and began shadow-fucking the floor, I felt heat rising and blooming in my cheeks. When he rose and jumped down to our row, I tried to shrink back in my seat, but he walked right past the screaming Daisy and stood in front of me. Pointing, he mouthedyou.

I shook my head. He grinned. Daisy grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Big Stick lifted me by my ass before carrying me onstage.

The wordsoh shitwere on repeat in my mind as he laid me down and mimicked eating my pussy and then fucking me.

“Grab my shoulders. I won’t bite.” He said and ground his cock against me. “This is your show.”

I gripped his slick shoulders, my fingers barely able to get any traction.

“It’s all a show. Congratulations on your wedding.” Big Stick smiled and then mimicked eating my pussy again before helping me to my feet and back down to my seat.

Daisy crowed with laughter. “Wasn’t that the best thing ever?”

Clearly, she’d never had sex with Michael Williams. Otherwise, she’d know nothing was ever better than that. As it was, I shrugged and sat.

The girls thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the show. Thankfully, Big Stick seemed to realize I didn’t enjoy the spotlight, so he used Daisy as my proxy, flipping her upside down and doing any number of sexual things to her for the crowd. I laughed and had a great time, throwing bills right along with the rest of my bridesmaids.

By the time the show was over, my head was cloudy and I wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

On our way out, Big Stick stopped me at the door and gave me a hug. “I meant what I said. Congratulations. Thanks for playing along. Give me a call if the wedding goes south.”

He pressed into my hip with his palm and then pulled away. I smiled and waved bye as Daisy helped me down the stairs. And then we were on our way out into the night. The limo dropped me off at my aunt’s house.

Daisy walked me to the stoop and helped me ring the doorbell. I was having trouble getting it to stay in one place long enough for me to press it.

She helped me stand up straight, running her fingers along the sash with one hand and steadying me with the other. “I hope you had a good time. That was all I wanted, you know?”

I smiled and hugged her. “It was fabulous. And one thing’s for certain, I’ll never forget it.”

Aunt Carrie opened the door and took one look at me before turning the evil eye on Daisy. “I thought I told you to go easy on her!”

“I did.” Daisy stepped away from the door, retreating from Aunt Carrie’s wrath. “Give her the cocktail I told you about and she’ll be fine.”

“Another cocktail?” I asked as Aunt Carrie pulled me inside.

She had rollers in her hair. She reminded me of Medusa with pink snakes on her head.

“Did you just call me Medusa?”

“Did I say that out loud?” I asked.

She wrung her hands. “Oh, Lord. You look like crazy hell. Come on in the kitchen. She slammed the door, cutting off Daisy’s laughing apology.

I giggled and followed her to the kitchen. She pulled a glass from the fridge that had some sort of greenish concoction in it.

“Drink it. We can’t have you hungover for your wedding.” She proffered the glass.

“What’s in it?”

“Doesn’t matter. Drink it.”

I shrugged. I’d already downed plenty of mystery drinks that night. What was one more? I took the glass and drank as much of it as I could stand before dropping the rest of it down the sink. “Yick!”

“Okay, off to bed with you.” She helped me to her guest room and got me under the covers. After that, it all went black.

Michael

Icouldn’t sit still.

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