Darcie's Big Surprise Part 2

I see she hasn't changed a bit! I heard Robert say through the hotel room door as Beth, Debbie and I waited to go inside and crash Jim's bachelor party. I guarantee you that things will never be dull.

The conversation of course still revolved around the video that we'd shot and Brad had swapped out for the stag video that they were supposed to see.

My life hasn't been dull for a second since I met her, I heard the love of my life reply. It was about to get even less dull.

Now even with two friends along who were as silly as I was, all three of us had resorted to a little, liquid courage to go through with what we were about to do. Acting out for a video was one thing, but doing something similar in a room full of guys, especially when one of them besides your fianchad seen you naked, was another thing entirely. I nearly had Beth tell Brad that we were cancelling this part twice, but finally decided that the show must go on. I just hoped that the three of us weren't so tipsy that we'd forget our lines.

We were dressed as the hotel manger and two French maids. Beth and Debbie looked really cute in those sexy maids' costumes. I was wearing a work uniform, Navy blazer and skirt, which I'd altered for this specifically. I wasn't wearing a blouse, so my bra was visible where my lapels came together. It was red and very lacey. I had shortened the skirt by about six inches so instead of hitting right at the knee, it stopped just below the tops of my blue nylon stockings. When I walked or bent over, the tops of the stockings were visible as well as the straps from the red garter belt I was wearing. What the hell! I may as well go ahead and tell you I was wearing red lacey boy shorts. (I tended to wear that combination a lot. It was Jim's favorite next to mismatched bra and panties!) Navy patent leather stilettos finished off my ensemble. Ironically, the uniform I'd picked and made unusable for work ever again was the same one that Jim had bought to replace the one he'd made me go swimming in the mud last summer after the Fourth of July (Darcie's Messy Holiday). I'd known him for two years and this was about to be the third uniform I ruined for him. What did I care? I was quitting right after our honeymoon anyway. Then he could ruin the rest of them!

Why didn't I just quit before the wedding? The manager said something about a last day party that they wanted to throw for me and they didn't want it to cause me more stress during my wedding preparations. (There's some more foreshadow of things to come!)

Beth and Debbie looked really cute in those maids' uniforms like I said, but there's no reason for you to know what was underneath, (Hey, hey!) They both wore black garters to hold up black fishnets and polished the look off with stilettos like mine in black.

We were standing in the hall of my hotel. I had booked a hospitality suite for the guys and another regular suite both in my name since I got a substantial discount. We got them close together so Beth, Debbie and I could have a close place to change into our costumes. In the past, I never would have stood here like this where anyone there who knew me could have seen me, but like I said, I was quitting soon so what did I care? We each had a serving cart that I had been able to procure from the kitchen that held the props for The Three Stoogettes first ever public appearance.

We stood with our ears near the door, trying not to giggle too loudly at the hell Jim was getting after they all saw our video. By the way, he and I have the only copy of that in existence so don't go looking for it on You Tube! I bet if you threw a pie at her like that she'd kick your ass! someone said. If he only knew

We finally heard Brad give us our cue: Well gentlemen, a lot of people don't know this, but The Three Stoogettes actually work part time right here in the hotel. They've graciously agreed to appear and provide live entertainment for us. Help me welcome Curly, Mona and Laurie!

Brad threw open the door and the guys clapped, whistled and hooted as we each pushed a prop cart through the door. Each one had a big sheet cake on top. They said, Happy Birthday Larry, Happy Birthday Jerry and Happy Birthday Barry.

Take it off! one of the guys yelled.

Breaking character, I scolded him with my hands on my hips and said, Let us get going first. Sheesh!

The guys were really starting to give Jim heck and we hadn't even started our bit, slapping him on the head and making silly remarks. He sat there red-faced laughing his head off. Oh, I was certainly going to get it for this, but I was so looking forward to it!

Ready ladies? I asked. I blew through a tuning harp and we all three began to sing:

Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Larry, Jerry and

Wait! Wait! Brad interrupted us. There seems to be a mistake here.

This isn't the McCarter triplets' eighth birthday party? I asked.

No, no, this is Jim Sutton's bachelor party! Brad replied. His voice was beginning to crack looking at us. We all had this clueless look on our faces. Jim looked like he was hurting himself laughing so hard.

As Moe it was up to me to start the physical comedy. I turned to Debbie and said, You said the birthday party was in this room, numbskull!

She actually did a pretty good impersonation of Curly's little hop motion he used to make when he was supposed to be getting riled up and said, Who're you callin' 'numbskull?'

I said, I'm callin' you 'numbskull', numbskull! and slapped her. It wasn't hard, but she jerked her head as if it was. It would have been funnier if we'd had the old sound effects they used to use for the slapping in the original Stooges shorts.

Now how does a girl know so much about The Three Stooges? Two older brothers.

Debbie made Curly's noise, which I can't describe, sort of the n'yah, n'yah sound he'd make and took a swing to slap me, getting Beth instead when I ducked.

Why, you! Beth shouted and lunged forward. Now instead of your usual Three Stooges battle using hammers and such, which could have been dangerous needless to say, we instead, girlified it by getting into a three-way slap fight. You know what I'm talking about: Just slapping blindly with both hands, never really making contact with anyone and screaming, lots of screaming.

I finally sort of shoved Beth and Debbie back and said, Alright, dumb dumbs, break it up!

Beth said, Hey, who're you callin' dumb? and slapped me.

I picked up the cake from my cart and said, I'm callin' you dumb! and shoved the cake in her face. The guys began to roar. At least I wasn't the first one to get nailed this time. However the skit was far from over.

Beth grabbed her cake and cocked it back. Hey, you can't do that to me!

Get her, Beth! I heard Jacob yell. A lot of the other guys had made comments, but I had been so nervous that this was the first one to register with me.

Oh no? I said.

NO! Beth shouted and went for me with the cake. I ducked and let her plaster Debbie.

I took a step forward and faced the guys, laughing, nodding and pointing over my shoulder at my two caked fellow stoogettes. While the guys laughed and hooted, Beth and Debbie grabbed the last cake from a cart. They tapped me on the shoulder. I turned directly around to face them and they slammed the last cake in my face. I had my hair up in a bun like I would wear it at work and they shoved the cardboard cake plate up over my head getting lots of cake and icing in the pulled down hair on top of my head.

I turned to face the guys who were howling and hooting. I was supposed to look pissed, but I can't help but at least giggle anytime something gets shoved or splashed in my face. Beth and Debbie yanked the paper off that was covering the lower shelves on the carts and exposed the stacks of pies we had on each one. We went for cheap and fast simply putting Kool Whip into pre-baked crusts. It would also clean up easily with a vacuum and a steam cleaner. Beth, Debbie, Steven and Brad were going to be left in charge of the clean up. I stood submissively while Beth and Debbie each took a pie and sandwiched me.

Globs of cake and pie fell down my jacket. I could feel it sliding down my stomach and it made me giggle as it tickled. I grabbed a pie and tried to hit Debbie. She ducked so I nailed Beth instead. Debbie came up laughing at Beth and I decked her in the face too.

So it went, tit-for-tat, until it was time to show some skin. We'd rigged all of our clothes to come apart easily by yanking out stitches. Beth got behind me and grabbed my jacket. Debbie grabbed my skirt from the front and yanked them both off. I stood there doing the embarrassed-girl-in-her-underwear routine, attempting to cover my bra with one arm and my panties with another until Beth slapped a pie in my face and Debbie plastered me with one right above where I was trying to hide my bra. I looked pissed, and very forcefully wiped the pie from my face to the floor.

I very deliberately walked up to Beth, doing my best to ignore the cat calls for me to Take it all off! from the guys. (Poor Jim. His face was as red as the heart on a Valentine and he was laughing so hard I thought he was going to have a hemorrhage. Like I said: I knew I was going to get it for this, but it was going to be so worth it!) Beth sort of sheepishly grinned at me. I reached for her and ripped her maid's outfit off, leaving her in just a bronze colored bra and bikini panties with her black garters and fishnets. She attempted to conceal her semi-nakedness and I slammed a pie in her face and plopped one into her bobs.

Beth retaliated and decked me in the face with another pie. Debbie stood back and just cackled with laughter at us, so we turned our attention on her. She was the only one of us left who was decent. I say it in quotes because none of us really showed anything more than what kids can see on television during the family hours. It just seemed dirtier. We both approached Debbie and she put out her hand for us to stop. She gestured to her outfit and then ripped it off herself. She was wearing matching zebra print bra and boy shorts. She gestured to herself as if to say, See! See! My dress is gone too. It didn't do any good with us. We each grabbed a pie and Beth shoved hers in Debbie's face while I took care of her breasts.

We did some classic pie bits. I stood in the middle while Beth and Debbie tried to sandwich me and just pied each other. We all did that three times so each one of us had a turn in the middle. Two of us would bend the third girl over a chair and double-pie her ass. We repeated that bit until all three of us had been the victim. I have to admit that that bit went a long way at getting my motor running. Each one of us was the target for the Curly Bit where we attempt to throw a pie at someone else three times and get hit in the face instead ourselves each time. We'd finally give up and plaster ourselves only to get decked one more time. I'm not really sure what sort of reaction all of this was causing in Beth and Debbie, but I was really getting horny. Good thing I'd be able to take care of that soon.

Seems there are only three pies left, Steven said.

I think our guest of honor should get a whack as these three, Brad chimed in. I knew Brad was clueless, but Beth and Debbie both knew about Jim's and my little pie fetish so I wasn't sure how much they had told Steven and Robert even though I swore them to secrecy.

Jim stepped up and took the first pie and simply smashed it in Beth's face and ran it up over her head. He did the same thing to Debbie. For me however, he wound up and plastered me so hard my head snapped back. Yeah, it stung, but it also gave me a case of the giggles. Remember I was used to getting decked like that.

Sir, I said, I'm afraid that was much too hard, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I grabbed Jim by the arm and whispered, Play along, in his ear. He snickered and let me escort him out of the room, still in my underwear. Luckily no one was out in the hallway because we had no backup plan if someone was.

C'mon, you pie-tossing fool! I said and rushed him a couple doors down to the other suite where we had changed. I pulled a key card out of my bra and opened the door to reveal fifty more cream pies, assorted Kool Whip, colored Kool Whip and store-bought and the fact that the other girls and I had sealed the room in plastic just like that time when Jim first visited here, (Darcie Gets it Good).

Want to relive a fond memory? I asked as the door closed behind us. He didn't waste any time and plastered me with a couple of the food-coloring-dyed Kool Whip pies, a chocolate cream pie and one that was blackberries and cream. He shoved that one up into my hair and rubbed it all around getting blackberry seeds everywhere.

I turned and bent over to unclip my garters and got pied several times in the ass. I turned around and started to scold him, but only got my finger up before he plastered me again in the face and then in the boobs.

Hold up a second! I finally managed to say. Get comfortable and sit down in this chair!

While he undressed, I slid off the stockings and took off the garter. I slipped into the other room for my next surprise of the evening.

Okay, I'm in the chair! Jim called.

Here I come then! I replied.

The sight of me cracked him up immediately. I was wearing a pair of bike kneepads.

What the hell is that about? he managed to choke out through his laughter. Right, like he didn't get the meaning.

Well I figured with all of the embarrassment we caused you tonight, that I'd probably be spending a lot of time on my knees to make up for it, I replied, so I wanted to be equipped.

He was still chuckling and shaking his head at me as I stood there in my bra, panties and knee pads, covered in pie with that matter-of-fact grin on my face.Well to tell you the truth, it wasn't that bad. You all were really funny, but if it makes you feel any better, knock yourself out!

It was my turned to chuckle and shake my head as I walked up to him. By the way, I began, by sure to tell your buddies that except for their wives, that's probably the last time any of them are going to get to see us in our underwear.

He leaned forward while I knelt down to assume the position and said, I like how you covered your ass for the future by saying 'probably'.

Well you never know, I said. We do birthday parties and I believe Steven's is coming up!

Splat! That remark got me a pie sandwich. However talking about being in our underwear made me realize that despite my earlier fretting and need for liquid courage, I didn't really take that much notice of the other guys in the room. Even Robert, the only other one who had seen me naked. I was having too much fun watching Jim turn completely red and then nearly choke from laughing so hard at us. I only had eyes for my one and only love, and any doubts that I might have had that I was really over Robert, were truly gone for good.

I wiped my face as clean as I could and kept the globs of pie in my hand. I tried to look as seductive as a girl covered in cream pie possibly could and while using the pie as a lubricant I stroked his erection and said, On second thought, maybe we'll just do private solo shows from now on.

I was sliding my lips over that lovely tool of his when I heard, That's a much better idea.

I worked him gently until he was ready to come. As usual, Darcie don't spit, but what she does do, or rather what I did do was slowly slide off of him, taking every drop, make a very obvious swallowing noise and whisper, Yummy. By the way, guys, I try to get the ladies who read these to loosen up as much as I can, but if they've got it in their heads that they don't enjoy this, there isn't much I can do.

We played, Who wants this one? with the remaining pies, (Again see Darcie Gets it Good) and there were quite a few. By the time we were done and I ended up plastered with the last one, (I always end up plastered with the last one.), Jim was looking like he was ready to go again. He grabbed me and stripped me of my underwear, but didn't tear them up (What a gentleman!). He tossed me on the bed, spread my legs open, smashed a pie into my crotch and reciprocated for my earlier favor. Then he hammered me like crazy until I came again and he let go. We lay there in pie and other sticky substances, kissing and caressing, until he finally fell out.

We held each other and slept in the glop for the rest of the night. I don't know how much longer anything lasted down the hall, but they had the hospitality suite nice and clean by morning. We cleaned up our plastic sheeting and threw it away and this time I had clothes to put on. In case you're wondering what happened to Beth and Debbie who couldn't get back to our room, Steven had clothes in his car for them.

Well it's two days and counting until I'm Mrs. Sutton. It's an outdoor ceremony. Gee, I hope it doesn't rain