It was a few hours before Kash’s bachelorette party
started and I was standing in front of ‘Guilty
Pleasures’.  I’d come down here to see Gigs.  You see
for the past few weeks she’d been teasing me, telling
me that she was going to set me up in a little pink
Playboy Bunny costume, complete with ears and tail…and
there was no way that I wanted to wear that!  It had
all started when I accidentally told her that I hated,
had nightmares even, about cute, pink bunnies…and that
had earned me the nickname, ‘Little Bunny Foo-Foo’.  

Gigs and I stood in front of the club talking.  I told
her that there was absolutely no way she would get me
into the club tonight, wearing anything that resembled
a pink Playboy Bunny outfit.  If she insisted on
forcibly tucking me into one, no one would be able to
make me go outside, let alone get me to willingly
enter ‘Guilty Pleasures’ tonight.  To my surprise Gigs
backed down very easily…too easily in fact…but if it
meant no pink I was all for it!  She promised me no
pink ‘Little Bunny Foo-Foo’ costume…on one condition. 
The deal sounded fair enough to me… If I helped her
present one of Kash’s gifts tonight, then she’d let me
off the hook with the bunny outfit.  

I agreed, jumping at the offer.  I was grateful she
was letting me out of it at all.  There was one thing
that bothered me though, once I had agreed to her
offer she’d gotten a gleam in her eyes.  I didn’t
trust that.  I didn’t trust it one bit.  She was
definitely up to something…but then again she’s always
up to something, and if it got me out of wearing THAT
then I’d risk it…besides it couldn’t be that bad. 
Right?

A few hours later I was backstage with Gregory.  I was
giving him earache, sulking and moaning about what
Gigs had persuaded me to do.

When I arrived she had got me try an outfit, it fit
me…well what was there of it fit me…  Personally, I
was beginning to think I’d have preferred the little
pink outfit.  I was going to feel half naked and so
embarrassed.  

Turning to Greg I said, “I can’t do it.”  He reassured
me, telling me that I could, but that was easy for him
to say, after all he was a stripper and he was into
that kind of thing.  The outfit I was going to have to
change into was practically non-existent, I’d be
showing my whole mid-section.  Gigs had produced a
safari outfit in which I would be scantily-clad,
wearing khaki hot pants and a button down shirt which
tied up only just under my bust line, she’d also
supplied me with, white socks, hiking boots and ‘the
hat’… Oh and that’s not to mention the whip!  The
pants and shirt would only just cover what it needed
to and they were tightly fitted.  Every curve, every
bulge I had, whether in the right or wrong place was
going to be shown.  I’m not sure I had the right
figure for these cloths.  I was definitely not happy
with it.  And as for THAT thing…you know the one I
mean…I couldn’t use that!  I didn’t even want to hold
it, it intimidates me… I was definitely out of my
depth here and Gigs knows it.  That’s why she’s done
it.  The scheming, manipulative little…ahhhhhhhh!

I felt very worried, I just couldn’t do it.  My eyes
started to flick towards the exit… I could always
leave… Just as I decided that I would, Jean-Claude
stuck his head around the door.  He claimed to be
checking to see if the boys were ready.  I glanced
over at him to find him grinning at me… What the?…  I
started to fidget, he made me squirm at the best of
times, but tonight it was as if I was under close
examination.  I got the feeling that he’d been sent to
make sure I was still here… Given half the chance, I
wouldn’t be!  As the vampire left I noticed Gregory
standing watching me.  I knew he could probably see
the fear in my eyes.  He told me to come over to him,
when I reached him he continued by saying I’d be fine,
that he’d be right there with me and in any case it
wouldn’t last long.  After giving me a smile and a
reassuring peck on the cheek, he playfully smacked my
bottom, sending me on my way.

Going out to sit at the table, I pushed all the
worries and anxieties I had for later on aside.  I was
determined to enjoy myself this evening, and who knew
maybe I’d even enjoy myself later on too…yeah and pigs
might fly… Anyway for the moment I felt comfortable.  

Gigs had let me wear my own black lacy dress, the hem
fell to just above knee level and the sleeves were
over the shoulder…in THIS I felt adequately dressed,
enough of my body was covered and it didn’t cling to
me.  I was also wearing my entwined hearts ring that
Gregory had given me on Valentine’s Day.  I loved that
ring.

Just as I got settled, Jean-Claude appeared on stage. 
In his sickening, ‘I know you can’t resist’ voice, he
announced, “Good evening ladies and welcome to ‘Guilty
Pleasures’, where we make your darkest fantasies come
true.  As you all know, this is a private party in
honour of the lovely Kashauna Aviartra, in celebration
of her upcoming nuptials.  So instead of our regular
show tonight, a few special treats have been arranged.
 I am sure you will find them most pleasing.  And now,
I turn you over to the skilled and capable hands of
your hostesses, Tamara and Gigs.”  I actually found
most of that humorous…don’t ask why, I just did.

Tamara and Gigs burst through the curtain and went
into a rendition of ‘It’s Raining Men’… It figures, I
mean what else for an evening like this?… As well as
the two women on stage, several male dancers had come
out too, and were doing their thing for the audience. 
Jason threw Gigs to Nathaniel and for a split second
she appeared to be disorientated.  She soon recovered
however.  The audience were really enjoying this, they
were a real rowdy lot.  I was enjoying it too, but in
a much quieter way.  This kind of place really wasn’t
me.  I didn’t feel comfortable around so many men, in
so little clothing…at least on the outside, but on the
inside I got very excited, I always had to keep
suppressing a big grin and averting my eyes.  And I’m
sure my cheeks flushed, because they felt so warm. 
Gigs worked her way over to Gregory and shimmied a
collar he was wearing off, she spotted me and threw it
over, causing me to shake my head rather amused...why
had she singled me out?  So I was Greg’s girl, but why
not throw it to Kash?  It was her night after all…
Maybe she was trying to win back my confidence.

Anyway I couldn’t help but smile shyly, and feel like
I’d gone bright red.  I clutched the collar in my hand
as I looked up to find Greg smiling at me while he was
dancing.  I felt myself shrink back into my seat, I
felt so embarrassed…but that’s what that kind of
attention does to me.

Richard was acting a waiter this evening.  He didn’t
want to end up on stage, and I don’t blame him!  He
was wearing black spandex pants with a spiked dog
collar and cuffs around his wrists, he had a bare
chest…were they aiming at ‘bondage ‘r’ us?’ I thought,
shaking my head.  Whatever it was Kash appeared to be
enjoying herself.  She’d been drinking whatever it was
that Richard was putting down in front of her out of
shot glasses.  She’d already had a few and they
appeared to have relaxed her.  She probably needed
them too, she’d been told she couldn’t leave her
chair.  I had to say I liked her dress.  

About half way through the evening a large wedding
cake was rolled out.  Kash thought this amusing,
declaring, “I know what’s coming.  Shall we take dibs
on who’s in there?”  She guessed Jason…and was right. 
I mean who else could it be really?… He sprung from
the cake…I say from the cake, well he brought quite a
bit of it with him… I watched from a safe distance
with a quirky smile playing at my lips, as he wouldn’t
let Kash out of ‘tasting’ some of the cake off of him.
 It got even better when Anita bit him.  He deserved
it!

Once there’d been a short break, Gigs got up to go on
stage and me along with some of the other girls who
were helping her, had to go backstage.  I was pretty
sure most of the others had volunteered, but she was
blackmailing me into helping her… It’s not fair!…Sulk!

I had to get changed into the safari outfit, which
revealed too much of me for my taste.  Someone had
gotten it all ready.  It was all on a hanger, neatly
laid on the back of a chair, ready for me to slip
into…or more to the point, wriggle into.  I took my
dress and grabbed the pair of khaki hot pants.  They
looked like a pair of child’s shorts.  Stepping into
them I pulled them up my long legs, when they reached
my thighs I started to struggle to get into them.  I
had to spend a few seconds wiggling my legs and butt
about while pulling them up, before they finally
settled into place.  Frowning I grabbed the button
down shirt.  I was tempted to button it all the way
down…but I didn’t particularly want to suffer Gigs’
wrath so I did it up like she’d told me she wanted it…
I tied it just under my bust line.  I perched myself
on the edge of the chair and pulled the little white
socks on followed by the hiking boots.  Picking up the
hat I stood there holding it for a while, before
finally deciding to place it on my head.  Once fully
dressed I found myself staring down at the whip, which
had been coiled up under the outfit.  

When Gregory appeared, dressed in skin tight leopard
spandex pants, a bare chest and an emerald collar at
his neck, he came from behind, wrapping his warm arms
around my bare mid-drift.  He kissed the side of my
neck, then followed my gaze.  He leaned passed me and
retrieved the whip.  He held it out for me to take,
but I just shook my head.  I didn’t want anything to
do with it.  Greg grabbed hold of my hand and wrapped
it around the whips handle.  It felt foreign in my
hand, but I resigned myself to my fate and
instinctively shook it out, and somehow it snapped,
making me jump.  I heard Gigs call back, “Uh, Nat! 
You find yourself a date back there or something
sweetie?”  It must have sounded loud for Gigs to
comment on it.  Oops!  And she knew it was me...I was
the one using the whip, no one else.

As Nathaniel…who’s outfit reminded me of the fact that
he liked this kind of thing.  He was wearing a leather
harness contraption around his torso, heaven only
knows how he got it on…went through the curtain, Greg
and I took our places on the stage.  As he passed me
he whispered, “You’ll be fine…don’t think about it,
just do it.”  I looked down at myself, and not liking
what I saw I crossed my arms about my middle, in an
attempt to hide as much bare flesh as I possibly
could,  I crossed one knee in front of the other too,
for the same reason.  I could feel the whip curled
around my legs because of my stance and it was still
in my hand.  

It felt kind of strange, to tell the truth it made me
feel powerful and I liked that, yet at the same time
denied it.  That power scared me, I preferred to be
taken control of.  When Gregory turned and saw me, he
shook his head ‘No’, I shot him my best pout, but he
shook his head again with a stern look on his face.  I
unwrapped myself… HE was definitely becoming more
assertive.

From the other side of the curtain we heard Gigs read
the card she’d retrieved from Nathaniel out, “This
gift is to help ‘whip’ your demon into shape should he
see fit to get ‘out of line’.”… Rather Kash going to
be using it for real, than me… The curtain opened to
reveal me and Greg on the larger stage.  My legs felt
like they wouldn’t support my weight, I was that
nervous and embarrassed.  I looked out at the sea of
expectant faces… I panicked and briefly considered
bolting off stage…for starters I’m shy, I didn’t like
showing my body anywhere near as much as it was on
display right now and lastly, I’d never used a whip,
never even set eyes on a real one before!  I owned a
pair of handcuffs, but I preferred to be the one
wearing them… I just wasn’t dominant in anyway!  But I
decided I had to do it, I couldn’t run…who knew what
Gigs’ or Tamara would come up with if I didn’t do it! 
I tried to ‘whip’ Greg as he darted about the
stage…but I couldn’t do it with any real conviction. 
I did have real conviction though when I passed Gigs. 
I put all my feelings into giving her the ‘evil eye’. 
There was no question about it, this time I would get
my own back on her.  She just looked back at me rather
amused.  Finally I presented Kash with her ‘gift’ and
all of a sudden I felt extremely relieved that my
ordeal was over.  I also became even more aware of how
little I was wearing when Jason jerked his head in my
direction, a huge grin on his face.  He was lucky
Kylie was slightly in front of him and couldn’t see
want he was doing.  As I quickly headed backstage to
get changed, I thanked God that the outfit had held
together, that nothing had shifted to reveal a part of
my body that it shouldn’t have.  

When I was safely out of everyone’s view I let out a
huge sigh of relief, and allowed myself to visibly
relax.  I started when someone pulled me back,
enveloping me in their arms.  They kissed the top of
my head saying, “You did good, baby.”  It was Gregory.
 I twisted around in his arms and looked up at him
smiling.  “Thanks for the support.”  He leaned back
and looked me up and down, “Do you think we can keep
the outfit?”  I gave him a dirty look, and he went off
to get changed with a mischievous grin plastered to
his face.  

I stood there for a while, just thinking.  I heard
Kash shout, “Get it Gigs.  WITH NO HANDS.”  You got
me, I don’t know what she was on about, but it did get
my attention.  Just then a red devil who someone had
told me was Pug came off the stage, pouting, whining,
“She called me little.”  He was good looking, I’d give
him that.  I caught myself thinking this and felt
guilty…I know it’s only human nature, but, well.  Plus
he’s a demon!

I stared to get changed, off came the hat and the
boots with the socks.  I untied the shirt and off it
came, I slipped my dress on before I wriggled the
pants down my legs, and kicked them off… From now on
pink was going to be my favourite colour… Yeah,
right!… Not that I’d ever admit it to anyone else, but
I had actually liked the safari outfit.  The only
thing I didn’t like was, it made me feel like a bit of
an exhibitionist.  When all the gifts had been given
we could go back to sit at the table, before I went I
picked up Greg’s collar.

As I settled back down Jean-Claude started to speak,
“Who of you here tonight will dare to dance
with…Death?”…Not me!  That’s for sure.  I noticed
Kash’s eyes dilate, just then Tamara dropped herself
down into her lap, and Gigs went to hold her down from
behind, placing her hands on her shoulders.

A routine by Asher followed.  Kash was having a cow. 
He was supposed to be watching Luce this evening. 
Both Tamara and Gigs looked equally surprised as well.
 At this time Gregory came out to us, and lifted me
out of my seat, sitting himself down he pulled me down
into his lap.  Noticing his collar still in my hand,
he reached for it.  Moving my hair aside he placed it
around my neck, fastening it at the back.  I whispered
to him, “It better hadn’t be a flee collar.”  This
earned me a light hearted laugh, tumbling from his
lips, “I’d never do that to you.”

I didn’t pay that much more attention to the rest of
the show.  Although I did take note when Asher’s scars
disappeared.  I’m sure my mouth dropped open in
surprise.  I also thought Luce’s performance was
amusing, but I was having too much fun, playing with
Greg’s lips at that point.  I could feel something
starting to dig into my thigh…And I knew that wouldn’t
get any attention tonight… Not from me anyway!  I was
beginning to have doubts about us!  Oh, we looked to
be deeply in love, but I know it was more complicated
for me.  I was just going with the flow of things, and
following his lead.

Here was the problem…Our little trouble in paradise…
With Kash getting married, I was starting to worry…or
would that be brooding?… Anyway I was beginning to
think things were going too fast.  I hadn’t known
Gregory a year yet – closer to six months – yet I’d
already slept with him.  I always thought I’d wait
until I was married!  Maybe it was just the fact that
I found it hard to trust guys…even Gregory… He was
just getting too close to me and I was beginning to
slowly back off, because of it!

The problem was I LOVED him, and I was afraid to give
him full control of my heart.  But every time I saw
him something happened inside, something I couldn’t
stop.  I felt guilty for feeling the way I did.  I
didn’t want to hurt him; but I didn’t want him to hurt
me either.  I was scared of the way I felt!  It was
something I couldn’t control.  So…I was fighting an
internal battle, where there was no winner.  In fact
the last time I’d slept with him was Valentine’s Day. 
What?  Me afraid of commitment?… Damn right!  But for
the time being I was just going along with
everything…that’s why I let him pull me into his lap! 
My feelings for him were all over the place.  My heart
longed for him, but my head said ‘keep him away’.  I
didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t know if these were
natural feelings, and worries or not.  After all, this
was my first relationship.  I really needed help from
someone, just to talk it through with…or I was liable
to let my stubborn side shine through and go back home
to England, screwing up any chance of happiness I
might have with Greg.