Before The Ring & ETC Alternate Reality

**** IMPORTANT – PLEASE READ THIS INFOR BEFORE STARTING THIS STORY!!! *** Okay, so this is a short (four chapters only) reader input bonus story/chapters from my story Enjoying the chase. You do not need to have read Enjoying the chase to enjoy this, it’s just a short humour sketch that I didn’t want to include into the story. HOWEVER, if you are reading – or plan to read – Enjoying the chase, then read that FIRST as this is a spoiler for the end of the story!!!!!!!!

This is a reader input story, a lot of the ideas for this short spoof story have been suggested by people on my Facebook fan page (Kirsty1000wp). This was never intended to be part of the story, I didn’t want to include this night in the story at all, I just thought it would be fun to write. There will be three chapters in total and I’ll upload the other two as soon as they are written.

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Description:   Before The Ring - Twelve guys, eighteen hours, one bachelor party. Just how much fun can you squeeze into just one night?  HUGE thank you to everyone on fb who suggested things to add, however i can't add anymore so please don't suggest any in the comments!! Thanks :D 

Copyright © 2011 Kirsty Moseley

Before The Ring

Chapter 1 (of 4)

I really couldn’t procrastinate anymore so I took one last look at my girl and forced myself to walk out of the door. I headed downstairs to meet my best friend, Ashton Taylor. Tonight was my bachelor party and I really wasn’t looking forward to it at all. All I wanted to do was lay on the sofa with my fiancée, Rosie, and watch TV, maybe catch a little early night and ravage her body. But no, my best friend decided I needed to go out and celebrate my last night of freedom. Not that it was night-time of course; it was, in fact, only just after 1pm because he wanted to ‘make a day of it’.

I had no idea where we were going but I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about it. When my Ashton had gotten married a few years back, I’d taken my best-man duties seriously, and of course had teased the crap out of him all night long. I guess tonight was the perfect opportunity for him to get his payback.

By the time I got down to the lobby, Ashton was just walking in. I groaned because he was wearing a t-shirt that read ‘Best-man of the pussy whipped party’ on the front.

“You ready for this, Nate?” he asked, raising one eyebrow, grinning happily.

“Seriously? You’re wearing that?” I asked, pointing down at his chest.

He laughed and nodded, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you so drunk that you won’t even remember it in the morning,” he assured me, leading me out of the building, grinning like an idiot. I groaned, I had a feeling I was going to live to regret ever meeting this guy by the time morning came. This was probably going to be the most painfully embarrassing night of my twenty-five years of life. 

When I stepped out of the door I already wanted to cry. They were all standing there, all my friends, waiting for me in front of the minibus we were obviously using tonight. They cheered, chinked beer bottles, grinning like morons even though it was barely past lunchtime. All of my friends wore t-shirts like Ashton’s, but instead theirs said ‘Team member of the pussy whipped party’ on it. My dad, Evan, was there too, his said ‘I’m the daddy’ on it. Even George, Rosie’s dad, wore one that said ‘Father of the bride’ on the front. Seth tossed me something; I caught it instinctively and looked down to see my own t-shirt. ‘Groom’, had been printed on the front, but they’d crossed it out and written ‘Bride’s bitch’ there instead. I flipped it over and looked at the back. ‘It’s my last night being single, please spank me’.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I hate you guys,” I grumbled which made them all cheer and chink their bottles again.