Patsy Spies on a Bachelor Party

My smile radiated triumph. These pictures would serve as evidence - proof that Andrew wasn't faithful to Grace. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had done what was asked of me - fulfilled my duty for Grace's sake.

I was startled to hear someone say "Everybody out. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

Home. The word hung heavy in the air. Soon I would no longer be the whore Patty Garrett, but just Patsy Barrett, happy homemaker. Part of me yearned for more - more debauchery, more excitement. But another part longed for familiarity and normalcy.

Then seeing men head out the door, panic surged through me as I quickly scanned the room, searching for my stripper clothes and Trixie's coat. My heart raced as I stumbled around in a desperate frenzy. Where were they? How could I have lost them?

Some guy handed me a bag full of cash, my payment for being a whore. I relaxed a tiny bit. I couldn't find Trixie's coat or my clothes, only the stilettos I had on my feet, but at least now I had the money to buy Trixie a new coat.

Then panic hit me as the realization sank in that I might have to leave this hotel room practically naked.

Someone called out again that it was time to leave.

I'd never stayed at a fancy hotel. I didn't want them to charge me for staying late or to get anyone in trouble. I was in a panic. There was no time for hesitation or reluctance. All that mattered was getting out of the room before anything bad happened.

With a sigh, I stepped out into the hallway. The few guys left in the room cheered as they watched me make my exit. I felt a last flush of pride for Patty Garrett and then returned to the humiliation of Patsy Barrett - standing in stilettos in a hotel hallway, naked except for the sticky residue covering every inch of my body. Cum dripped from my hair, face, tits, stomach, and out of my ass and pussy down my thighs.

I looked anxiously around, Trixie wasn't in the hallway waiting for me like we had planned. Or had we planned it? I didn't remember. Maybe she had waited but I had taken too long and she had left.

Nervously glancing around at the empty corridor of the hotel floor, it dawned on me that I would have to walk naked through the hotel to find Trixie. I hesitated at the thought of exposing myself so brazenly.

But then again, what did it matter? After what I had just engaged in back there--being seen naked by a few unsuspecting hotel guests seemed like nothing.

I glanced down at my naked body, still glistening with evidence of my debauchery. It seemed impossible to find any modesty now after everything that had transpired in that hotel room. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for what lay ahead and made my way towards the elevator.

I hesitated for a moment before stepping into the elevator and pushing the button for the first floor. The doors closed behind me with a soft whooshing sound as anticipation mixed with anxiety coursed through my veins.

I told myself, this was all part of being an undercover agent trying to uncover Grace's fiance's true colors. And if that meant strutting around like a nudist in a fancy hotel lobby filled with unsuspecting guests, so be it. But really, I was embarrassed and nervous.

With each passing floor on our descent down to the ground level, I worried if I would find Trixie and would Trixie be mad that I took so long?

Finally, the elevator dinged its arrival on the first floor. The doors slid open slowly, revealing a bustling hotel lobby filled with people going about their business oblivious to what had just transpired upstairs. Everything was normal, except I was naked in high heels and covered in cum. And if it wasn't obvious I was a whore, I was holding a bag of cash.

I nervously stepped out into the hotel lobby, my heart pounding as all eyes turned towards me. It felt like time had slowed down, each gaze burning into my naked flesh and leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. My mind raced with thoughts of judgment and ridicule.

To my relief, Trixie's voice broke through the sea of prying eyes. "Patsy! Over here!" she called from the front desk.

A wave of gratitude washed over me as I made my way towards her, leaving a trail of dripping cum in my wake. The mixture of embarrassment and arousal still lingered within me, making every step feel both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

When I reached Trixie's side, I apologized for taking so long at the party. "I didn't expect it to go on for so long,"

Trixie laughed, her laughter echoing through the lobby like music to my ears.

"Oh, bestie," she said between giggles, "don't worry about it! You were doing some serious undercover work there."

Relief flooded over me. It was moments like these that reminded me why we made such a great team - always having each other's backs no matter what kind of mess we found ourselves in.

But then Trixie's laughter echoed through the lobby as she revealed that she had seen everything I had done and everyone I had fucked. My heart skipped a beat and I was torn between embarrassment and doubt.

Trixie pointed to the large monitors on the wall that normally displayed the hotel's announcements. Now, instead of mundane updates about hotel amenities and events, they were showing explicit videos of me being gangbanged at the party. Me being fucked and used by multiple men, my body contorted and writhing with pleasure.

I stood frozen in shock as the explicit videos played on the monitors for everyone in the hotel lobby to see. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as every eye turned towards me..

My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of judgment or disgust. But to my surprise, there was none. Instead, I saw faces filled with awe and admiration - people who were captivated by the raw sexuality displayed on those screens.

"Well, well," said the desk clerk. "If it isn't the beautiful whore. I've been watching you on those screens all night." He paused for effect before continuing, his eyes lingering on my naked form covered in cum. "And I must say, you put on quite a show."

His words felt like both praise and mockery rolled into one.

Before I could even respond, he asked, "So tell me, gorgeous, can I have a turn with you?"

I eyed Trixie, silently hoping she would rescue me from this situation. To my relief, she came to my aid with an impish smile playing on her lips.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But our Patsy here needs some beauty sleep after all that hard work tonight. You'll have to wait until morning if you want to fuck her."

The desk clerk's grin widened and he said "Oh don't worry sweetheart, I can be patient."

"Thanks for that, bestie. I don't know if I could handle another fuck right now." I whispered to Trixie as we walked away. I blushed at the crudity of my language.

Trixie laughed. "I think you've done enough fucking for one night."

"Bestie," I whispered hesitantly. "Do you think he expects me to show up in the morning to fuck him?"

Trixie burst into laughter at my question, drawing curious glances from both guests and staff alike. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. She hadn't actually answered, and I was too embarrassed to ask again.

The walk out of the lobby seemed to take forever. Every step I took, I could feel the eyes of the hotel guests staring at my naked body. As I stepped out of the hotel into the crisp night air, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. It was as if every ounce of energy had been drained from my body after hours of relentless fucking and pleasure. The weight of my actions settled on my shoulders as reality sank in - my mission as a whore was complete.

Despite the lingering embarrassment and self-consciousness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. After all, I had accomplished what I set out to do - infiltrate Grace's fiance's bachelor party. I had been a successful spy.

But now it was time to go back to being Patsy Barrett, the innocent housewife. A small part of me hesitated at the thought. Would things ever be the same again? Could I simply slip back into that role without any consequences or lingering desires?

"You can't ride in my car, I don't want you getting cum on my seat," Trixie said. "Also, where's my coat?"

Standing on the sidewalk naked and covered in cum, I pleaded with Trixie to drive me home in her car.

I held out the bag of cash. "Come on, bestie. I'll pay for your car to be cleaned inside and out. And I'll buy you a new coat."

Trixie chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Get in," she said between giggles, "but just know that you'll owe me a favor for this."

"You're a lifesaver," I said as I got into the car and Trixie started up the engine.

Before I forgot my possible appointment with the desk clerk, I put an event in my phone for the morning - Fuck the desk clerk, 8:00 AM.

As I looked at my phone, I remembered the photos I had taken of Andrew, proof he was unfaithful to Grace. My mind shifted back to the mission at hand. I opened the photo gallery.

"Prepare yourself for some scandalous evidence," I said.

Triumphantly, I showed Trixie the photos.

As Trixie looked at the photos, her eyes widened in surprise and amusement. She burst into laughter again, unable to contain herself.

"Oh, bestie," she managed between fits of giggles, "you've really confused yourself this time."

I was confused as I watched Trixie's reaction. Wasn't she supposed to be shocked or angry? Instead, she seemed delighted by what she saw. "What do you mean?"

"Grace knew that Andrew was going to fuck the stripper tonight. She just wanted to make sure Andrew had a good time tonight."

She leaned closer and whispered, "She picked you because she knew you were a slut and damn good at it. And she figured you wouldn't mind being a whore for a night."

A mixture of humiliation and pride coursed through me at Trixie's words. My friend Grace thought I was the best fuck for her fiance and enough of a slut to be willing to play the role of a whore for one night. And to my shame, apparently she was right.

As we drove through the city streets towards our neighborhood, I noticed the stares from passersby as they caught sight of me sitting naked in the passenger seat next to Trixie.

My mind raced with thoughts of what awaited me when we arrived at our destination - walking naked under the streetlights past curious neighbors who were no doubt watching from their windows.

Sure enough, as we turned onto our street, I could see curtains twitching and shadows moving behind closed blinds. As we pulled up outside Trixie's house, our neighbors began peeking out their windows.

"Thanks for the ride," I said gratefully.

I gathered up some courage before I stepped out of the car. The cool night air sent shivers down my spine, making me acutely aware of my exposed state. I hurriedly took those last few steps towards my home next door, naked under the streetlights.

My husband, Connor, came out to greet me on the porch with a big smile. He took one look at my naked body, covered in cum and still dripping from every opening, and just said "welcome home, beautiful."

I blushed furiously, feeling both embarrassed and touched by his nonchalant reaction. Connor had always been open-minded when it came to my accidental adventures.

Connor waved to the watching neighbors and then took my hand in his and we finally walked into our house and closed the door.

Once inside, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. The taste of him mixed with the lingering taste of other men made my head spin with desire. Without breaking the kiss, he guided us towards the bedroom and we tumbled onto the bed in a frenzy of need and desire.

Connor's hands explored every inch of my body - tracing over each cum-soaked curve and crevice with hunger. His touch ignited electric sensations that coursed through my veins, erasing any trace of fatigue that remained from earlier encounters. His fingers found their way between my legs, slipping easily into my pussy.

"You're so wet." he groaned, his voice husky with desire. "Are you still up for more?"

"Fuck me," I demanded breathlessly. "Fuck me with your hard cock."

He didn't need any further encouragement and he thrust his cock deep inside me. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. My orgasms came fast and furious -- wave after wave of pleasure. Connor kept up his pace until finally he let out a moan and came inside me.

As we lay tangled together in sweaty sheets after our passionate lovemaking session, I pushed thoughts of the bachelor party aside, snuggled closer to Connor's warm body, and we drifted off to sleep.

Until my alarm went off at 8AM and I went to fuck the desk clerk.