Last Day Bitches Prt. 1

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Jasmine POV

I was blind folded and kidnapped. Yep. By two bony freaks named Zayne and Letty. Where I was going on the night before my wedding? I have no fucking idea. I felt the car stop a few times and voices surround me.

Finally, we made it to our destination and I was dragged out the truck. I was guided somewhwere and stopped. I heard soft music playing. My blind fold was ripped off.

Manhood's was the only thing in my sight of vision. Fake ones of course. All colors. Red,blue, black, white...and man genital shaped foods. Cookies, a cake, brownies. I gasped, realizing its my bridal shower. I knew we were in Neverland, the ball room. I screamed out as I saw a balloon that said "You only have one penis for the rest of your life."

Jordana, Michelle, Letty, Zayne, Mommy, Cherokee, Vicky (Mommy friend and Zayne god mommy) aunt Janet, LaToya, Rebbie, Elizabeth, Priscilla (one of my friends from school) and Dana (another friend) all smiled at me.

"You guys are freaks." I giggled.

"Well, let's get this party started. We're only staying here until twelve, that's three hours, then we're going out. Everyone about forty wants to stay and clean up instead of getting blacked out wasted." Zayne said.

"I am thirty yeas old." Vicky said.

"In your dreams." Zayne cracked up.

"So, first we are going to take a few shots, eat dinner, then play pin the genital on Paul. Then you're gonna eat different flavored Jell-O privates and tell us what the flavor is. Then presents then we leave." Letty told us while she passed the young people shots.

We all knocked them back and made that face because it was burning. And I like it.

Dinner was Vicky's chicken fajitas. They were delicious. Yes, I ate a few penis cookies. They had white fillings. Classic, disgusting people like the ones I am related to or hang out with.

Over all, it was great. I won the Pin The Genital On Paul because I know my man, I got five out of ten on the Tell Me The Jell-O. We sat and talked for a while before a gift bag was put in front of me. One look at it, I nearly barfed.

"Question, why are you going out the night before your wedding?" Vicky asked.

"Because it's more awesome. The last night, she fucks anyone she wants." Letty answered.

I opened the bag and screamed. Toys is what I saw. Fucking toys. And I'm not talking about Brat dolls or Barbie. I am talking about kinky, probably illegal toys. Toys, that will never be used on me or be anywhere my bedroom. First thing I do when I get home, I am throwing these in the trash.

I got a lot of lingerie and more toys (how many sex toys are there?) and sexy perfumes. I shook my head. I'll keep the perfume and lingerie. Lubricants were handed yo me by my mom.

"They are amazing." She winked.

Immediately, Daddy popped into my head. I groaned and put them in one of the girft bags. I stood up and took another shot and turned to everyone.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah. Come on, bitch." Letty ran to me.

Zayne hooked a tag to my bottom. I am getting married so this is off limits.

"You guys are such assholes." I laughed. I kissed all the oldies cheeks. "Love you and thanks for everything." I called as I was shoved out the door.

- Hit The Quan , Hit the Quan -

-I have been working on this shit for days . at first , I was gonna put Jas and Paul watching goddam Garfield , then I wanted Jas and Letty having lunch and doing invitations.

- finally I chose this because the whole wedding process is a lot and I'm sure you're getting bored so I'm trying to hurry to the good part .

- I legit cry on every movie ... The Fault In Our Stars , This is It , Whitney , Selena , Amazing Spider Man 2 , The Outsiders .... I am a mess .

- There's this movie about some women trying to take over another woman family and the bitch was phsyco (I don't know how to spell it) and she called a black guy a retard and he is a retard but she shouldn't have called him that and I just started to bawl . it's called The Hand That Rocks The Cradle .

- ❤

-ChunkyMonkey

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