HEN PARTY ORGY
The converted warehouse was throbbing with sexy music. I looked down from the DJ’s booth at the big group of women, gyrating together to Lords of Acid, Show Me Your Pussay and smiled. This was going to be an epic night!
“When are the strippers arriving?” I looked at the perfect blonde yelling at me from where she perched on the steps. It was the maid of honour, Sophie, who was already swaying on her feet from too much champagne.
“When you’re all drunk,” I smiled at her pretty face. “Go and have fun. I’ve got this!”
I loved my business. I started arranging concerts for the British Forces in my early twenties and moved on to party planning for rich English families around the London area. For the last eighteen months, though, I had been specialising in hen parties for the
