THE PLEASURE OF
25 January 2003
It seemed a fairly innocuous invitation. The kind I've had many, many times through the
years. "You are invited to a bridal shower...."
The party took place some 8 years ago, now, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it
until I joined an e-mail group for people who enjoy scrapbooking and started looking
through some of the books I've made through the years, looking for pages that might be
interesting to post for the rest of the group to admire.
The party was for one of the medical assistants in the office for which I was, at that
time, the medical transcriptionist (later office manager). It was being held at the home
of one of the nurses.
This party had a bit of a twist. Like a Tupperware party, only this was for "intimate
apparel." We would have the chance to view some fancy lingerie and perhaps choose to
purchase something at the party for a shower gift for the bride.
Sounded like fun.
Most of the women in the office attended. We were a social bunch to begin with, but I
suspect that the unusual nature of the party intrigued those who might otherwise have sat
the evening out.
When we arrived at the house where the party was being held, it suddenly
dawned on me (duhhh...I can be dense sometimes)...that we would be viewing a bit
more than simply "intimate apparel." It turned out this was from a home-shopping
sex store and when we arrived we were greeted by a table with a dazzling array of
penis-shaped objects in every size, shape, and color.
Well. This was a new experience.
party started, I began to get a whole new appreciation for what's available for the
purpose of enhancing sexual pleasure. There were feathered things and creams and powders
and things that vibrated or rotated or did both. There were books and unusual toys. We
played a game,
There was much hilarity, a lot of red faces as we took turns either
eagerly or gingerly examining each thing that was passed around, taking little licks of
flavored things, watching moving things and making comments.
it came to the lingerie, the bride-to-be modeled a few very expensive things and some of
us went in together to buy her something.
Finally the saleswoman began packing up her wares and the hostess was getting the shower
cake ready for serving in the kitchen.
The doorbell rang. And he stood there. The cowboy.
The main event.
He quickly identified the bride and gyrated up to her, and began to disrobe. He was
obviously quite experienced and had us all laughing at our guest of honor's discomfort.
As usual, I was hiding behind my camera, and snapping photos as fast as I could to
distance myself from what was going on in the room. I was also joining in on the laughter
watching what was going on. The bride-to-be seemed to be enjoying herself, even though
very embarrassed, so I didn't feel I was laughing at her discomfort.
She was definitely a participant in what was happening.
But eventually he seemed to have run the gamut of
attention paid to the guest of honor and then he uttered those fateful words: "Now
let me go have some fun with your friends..."
I was outta that room in an eyeblink. There was no way I was going to participate in the
"fun." It was very definitely not my idea of fun. Not when I was the recipient.
I did my usual run to the restroom while the noise of shrieks and gales of laughter
followed me. I decided I couldn't stay there forever, and noticed that there was a room
off to the side of the bathroom, which I knew from previous visits to be the computer
room. I went into the room. It was pitch black. I found a chair in the very farthest
corner and I just sat there listening to the noise from the party.
At one point the hostess came in looking for something, saw me, asked if I was ok, and
then turned the light out again when she left, leaving me in the dark.
When the noise finally subsided, I crept out and back to the rest of the group. I don't
think anybody had noticed my absence.
I learned that day that the idea of watching some hunky guy in a string bikini bumping and
grinding in front of a group of women is very definitely not my idea of a good time. The
photos were a lot of fun and I'm glad I was able to take them. But "enjoy" the
strip part of the party? Nosireee. Very, very definitely not my cup of tea.