The Rest of ..A Rainy Night By The Sea-side by slither

[PhilMarlowe]

The Rest of ..A Rainy Night By The Sea-side by slither

As we waited for a bus, that seemed as if it would never exist, thus getting soaked through under the rain, under the none existent bus shelter, we were suddenly made aware of lots of feminine yells and laughter, that could only come from the mouths of people having fun, which was eminating from a little undiscovered venue just across the road from us.
Once again, the heavens opened up, even worse this time, so to mainly escape the rain, we quickly dashed across the road to it, killing 2 birds with one stone, ie dry an warm, plus, it sounded like there were Women in there, and by the sounds of it, quite a few. The laughter got louder as if to lure us further inside, and was coming from an ajoining room, with flashing lights pulsating, all the colours of the Rainbow.
We were very relieved to get out of the rain, most of us still dripping wet. We propped up the bar, then heard another crescendo of laughter coming from the near by private room.
Suddenly this Red faced, all but one single sock wearing naked man came rushing out, slamming the door behind him,trying to hold it closed, with his nude frame up against it, as if trying to prevent something sinister from getting out.
"Christ..they're ...ing crazy tonight...what are you been giving them to drink?"
His mate, the barman leaned over,his mouth was open, and agog, as he looked him up and down.
"Where's your clothes?".
"In there!!"
"But why?".
"Yeah..you asked me to asked them to keep the bloody noise down...bloody suicide mission..that was".
"But, i didn't mean for you to take your bloody clothes off!".
"I didn't....they did!"
The naked man snapped back.
Right away, we knew we were in the right place.
"Go an put some ruddy clothes on...idiot".
he shook his head, looking at us,
"If you want something done...do it yourself!".
he huffed, shining a glass. Obviously, there was a right way, and wrong way of doing things. His messengers methods didn't work.
We laughed at the disapearing naked mans suituation. Another noise erupted from within. It sounded like hell on earth inside.
My,kind of place!!. Don't see such places, anymore.
"Whats going on in there mate?"
oHe looked at us sighing, as if he had been answering the same question all night long. He squirmed at another screach.
"Oh...can't you tell?...its a load of local tarts having a Hen party!".
Now it was obvious why we hadn't seen any women yet!, most of them were in that building!!.
"All Women then!!"
one suggested, rubbing his excited hands together, as the barman poured out our drinks.
"Well of course!!"
answered the man, almost petulantly.
"What else could make a racket like that?"
he sighed again, dejectedly, probably looking forward to his bed, and no doubt an Asperin. He didn't look well at all.
"Oh yes...can't move for Hand bags, Hair do's, and bloody Shirly Bassy's tonight!!...dangerous creatures they are....dangerous".
"Can we go in mate?"
He took a deep sigh, then half heartedly, glanced at his watch.
"Not normally lads..but..oh sod it...i supose so, it'll be
slinging out time in about 40 minutes anyway....but behave yourselves, and keep the language down,i don't want to find myself in amongst them...trying to fish you out, just recall what happened to my staff then...ok lads!".
We took our drinks into this long sized room, and stood well back, watching a multitude of Women of all ages, and different shapes and sizes, whom for the most part were quite drunk, if not just about staggering, and slurring their laughter.
There had to be about 40 in there, or perhaps more!!.
It was hard to tell. I didn't even try to count them all, but they were all Women. I don't think they noticed us. We had no reason, to ask them to be quiet. The louder, the better.
Down at the far end was a small circular waist high stage, with a tipsy elderly lady, trying her utmost to destroy a Vera Lynn classic. The whole stage was entirely surrounded by all the rest of them, all of them clapping and cheering encouragement, and calling out the fowlest and unlady like obscenities, and all of them really believing that she could sing. None of them could.
Karaoke had yet to be invented, but they all knew how to have fun, as only females can!. There were big and small cleevages on show from all areas. They might not be able to sing, but, by God they were Women. So this was the mecca,we'd been looking for.
There was no music for them to sing to, it was just them, singing along to claps and chants.
All of them at some stage had taken a turn.
A big cheer rang out, calling out for the now half sozzled bride to be to get up onto the stage, and take her turn.
It was obvious, that she didn't really want to, but after a bit of rude prompting, she knew she couldn't avoid it, so she slowly staggered up there, in front of her guests, giggling and looking a bit embarrassed, trying her best not to fall off the edge of thye stage, and into the excited reaching hands of her friends, whom were trying to grab at her ankles, and the bottom of her longish skirt, which almost came down at one point.
She gave out a shocked shriek.
"Give us a song Girl!"
someone shouted.
She started on something indiscribable. She didn't know any of the words, so she was substituting her own more dirty ones, as her mates still cheered her on.
Any song was the same to that lot.
When the song finally ended, or in her case...died, she tried in vain to leave the stage, but for some reason her guests had not
heard enough, and wanted more from her, and clubbed together to keep her up there, thus cutting off any escape.
"Give us another then!!!".
came more excited cries.
"Encore, encore!!".
they chanted in deathening but slurred unison.
"But i can't think of anymore!!".
she slurred back, remonstrating, still trying to sneak off, but still her friends were not having it.
Then she began to dance, but it was nothing like any dancing that i had ever seen before, but more like a series of staggers,then some of the ladies started humming the stripper theme, and of course she must have recognised it, and started pretending, by going through the sexy motions, but that is about all.
When she thought that she had finished, they clapped, and she tried to curtsy again,thus trying once again to leave the stage.
"Is that all we're getting?"
another shouted impatiently,
"What do you want from me...i'm jucking frunk!!".
Once again the same stripper tune was hummed, but more noisely,
"Come on...get em off girl!"
the shouts prompted.
"You must be joking !"
She slurred, right then even more chants rang out.
"Strip, strip, strip...get em off off off!"
But not from any of us blokes, we were as quiet as mice.
These chants came from almost all of her guests and friends, which is the main reason why i am bothering to write about it, purely because it was odd, especially a young girl being coaxed to actually strip, in front of other Women. I would have thought, that would be yuk to them, just as the sight of naked men, would be to other men. Obviously they were only joking, i mean Women wouldn't ask that of another...would they?.
Since when would other Females want another to undress in front of everyone else, but they were all on the verge of being pissed
out of their minds, and Alcohol does have a way of doing things to the brain, where other things can't...dosen't it?.
"Come on...get em off!"
I couldn't believe what i was hearing. I had heard of what men do on stag nights but surely not the Women to!!.
You would have thought that there would be a line drawn in the sand, of how far Women would go with each other, but right then, they seemed serious, they really wanted her to strip, or at least, reveal something!. The chants grew louder, and louder.
"Off off off, get em off off off!"
And these were her so called friends, and perhaps relatives to, ie sisters, cousins, who knows?.
The brides face was getting Reder and Reder, still she tried to get off the stage, and i supose she thought they had to be joking to, but the longer she stayed up there, the more she was playing into their hands.
Then suddenly, without warning, and without another word, the whole front row surged forward, grabbing her so roughly by her skirt,causing it to be ripped right off her, exposing her pink panties, just under her tights, which were now only just covering her more ruder regions, her young dark pubic hairs peeped out over the top of the elastic, as they were pulled away from her thighs.
Right away,thing's started to go from bad to worse for the young bride to be.
All at once a few of the Women got up onto the stage, then after a struggle, they picked her up by her hands and feet, thus roughly removing her shoes, thus aiming them into the crowd and then they lifted her up, swinging her to and fro, over the edge of the stage.
"Right...who wants her?"
one of them shouted, and believe me, There was no shortage of vollenteers, as a multitude of hands reached up.
"Here...give her here!"
Between them, they swung her bodilly, then after the count of,
"Three!!!".
they let her go into the reaching hands, whom caught her in mid air. Within seconds the poor Girl had briefly dissapeared into the big circle of hair do's,and a multitude of busy hands, whom all set about to work on her. All of them laughing and giggling.
"Oh please don't!!".
she shrieked from withuin that feminine culdron of doom.
They ignored her screams for clemency, which were a mixture of
face saving giggles, and cries, she sounded absolutly mortified.
All of a sudden now realising how serious this had gotten out of hand, she started to shout and swear nastilly, as if she hated
them all.
"Get the ... off me!"
She had suddenly sobered up, enough to understand what was happening to her.
We could see her legs, and now very laddered stocking covered bare feet kicking out angrilly high into the air, in protest, as the Women all sang in unison, as they did their work on her.
"Get em off, get em off, get em off off off!".
"Oh please don't do this to me...not in front of everyone in here!"
she sounded like she was really crying. She was twisting and turning, trying to kick out at anyone. But still, the many hands had her gripped tight.
More Tearing, amidst her cries for clemency from within, could just be heard. Her sexy stockings were being quickly skinned off each leg, which were then waved in the air, as if they were a scarfs.
Some wolf whistled her.
"Oo, look at her sexy sussies ladies!".
A set of Black suspenders flew over their shoulders, and flopped onto the Alcohol soaked floor.
"It's a nice night to be naked Girls!".
another voice commented.
"Oo, especially when it's raining outside"
sang another.
"Oh no...please don't...not in fron of everyone watching!"
"But..thats the whole point of being stripped dear"
We could see the many fingers now undoing her buttons, that ran down the center of her White blouse.
A cry of victory erupted as the garment was finally pulled away from her flailing arms, and off her body completely, and then in a mocking like gesture of defiance waved loosley in the air.
"And the rest Girls",
someone called out.
She was then roughly spun around, and pinned down, by her shoulders and feet, as the leader reached inside her pantie elastic, and began to pull.
"Get em down for the ladies",
the claps and joyful cries rang out, as her knickers came away from her kicking naked legs, whilst at the same time, she was made to lean forward, so another could unclasp her matching pink bra, at one end her knickers were coming off her kicking legs, and the other, her pink matching bra, was following suit, and soon laying on the wet beer covered floor, with her matching suspenders.
She was now naked!!, stripped by her own people, her own friends, and with friends like that, who needs enemies.
"Ready ladies...after 3...ok!!".
Then some of them took a limb, or any part that they could get hold of.
"1....2....Threeeeeee!!".
On 3, she was raised above their heads, with no clothes on her body, what so ever, totally naked.!!.
She was crying real tears.
This bride to be, had a lovely body!, young and petite, everything in the right place, ie nice firm Breasts, lovely smooth legs, bum, and a nice generous helping of dark pubic hairs in between her bare legs in a very prominant V shape.
Yes, a naked Girl, almost worth all the rain that we had trudged through earlier on.
All men like to see naked Women don't we, but as happy and dumbfounded as i was, i also felt sorry for her. Trust me to get all hollier then thou..right.
But i bet the guest list for the forth coming wedding was sevierly ammended.
Not one of them even tried to help her, or even had the nous to keep hold of her clothes.
Had i been brave enough, i might have stepped in, and not let them get so far, but what could i do?.
I had seen what happened to that chap earlier, and i would only had been me, against all of them, including my mates to, whom would have helped to do the same to me, if i had interfeared, so i'm sorry dear, i had to leave you to your naked fate!.
The horror wasn't over for her yet though. You'd think being naked in front of us all, would have been bad enough.
With her still held aloft, with her all on display, they carried her nude body through out the room, giving every one, especially us men an even closer look,showing off their mad handy work, as if she was a trophy that they had just won, not sparing a single blush, or cry she gave out.
She kicked a last wayward foot into the air, one of failed protest.
"Bitches!!"
she screamed sobbing for all she was worth, but no one was listening to her, and why would they?.
Just then the bell rang for last orders.
"Into the sea with her Girls!!".
Shouted a self appointed leader, as they put her back down onto her bare feet, and made her walk out of the building and out into the rain, thus almost making her misery complete.
They sang and chanted, as they frog marched her naked body down the hill, where they finally chucked her into a very cold, rough, night oily looking sea.
After that, us blokes went looking for taxies, we shared about 3, all the way back to Base.
All though i did feel for her, i must admit, i still enjoyed seeing a sudden naked Girl, virtually out of the Blue, like that.
It brightened up a very dull looking night.
My mates, never stopped talking about it.
But i was very shocked with the way she was treated. She wasn't given a choice. You would have thought someone would have risked everything to protect her, especially the more older ladies in the party, but believe it or not, they were worst then the more younger ones.
In fact, they were the ones that instigated it, in the first place.
I often wonder, if she ever got to live it down!.
I would like to think so, and i hope it never spoilt her big day, but whatever, i bet she has never forgotten it!.
The End
PS This is the rest, that i somehow lost earlier on, so i had to do a transplant, so i hope it hasn't spoilt your enjoyments. new lap top, just getting use to it, and how it works....i'm very sorry
Kindly regards