When my boyfriend Michael came back from his brother's Stag Party the other night, he had been so impressed by the theme idea that he couldn't wait to tell me all about it.
A few weeks before the party, Michael was quite surprised when a pretty girl in a belly dancer costume knocked on his door. She was holding cloth bag and told him to reach inside and take out one coloured piece of sheer material. An invitation with the stag party details was attached to it. She told him to be very careful not to lose the material as would be very sorry; then, she left.
Rather perplexed, Michael immediately called his brother Alex and asked him why he'd be very sorry if he lost the material, but Alex wouldn't tell him. He just laughed and told him to be patient.
So several weeks later Michael arrived at the hotel penthouse where the stag party was to be held. The room had been furnished with an Arabian theme, much resembling a harem, with authentic Moroccan sofas and plush cushions, brass tables, colourful rugs and drapes and palm trees. Aromatic incense was burning and the smell of exotic middle eastern spices hung in the air.
Michael was escorted in by a woman in a belly dancer outfit and led immediately into one of the bedrooms. There was a rack of Arabian costumes for him to choose from. He selected the richest looking outfit and got changed. His escort led him to a large cushion at a low table, with a huge selection of traditional Middle Eastern Food on it. His personal belly dancer fed him as he reclined on the cushion.
As each guest arrived, they picked out a costume and were led to the table by their personal belly dancer. The men were fed grapes, pieces of steak, and carrot sticks, while they waited for Alex, the guest of honor to arrive.
When Alex entered, all of the girls got up, surrounded him and took him into another room. They whisked him away so fast, he was unable to speak. Michael said that the look of panic and joy on their mate's faces was priceless.
Alex emerged, dressed like an Arabian Prince, and the girls led him to the head of the table. The girls returned to their places and an eighth girl emerged. Michael said she was the most beautiful of all the girls with goddess like features and beautiful long, dark silky hair. She wore nothing but layers of veils. He noticed that one of the veils exactly matched the color of the material he received before the party. The girl with the seven veils catered to Frank's every whim, rubbing and massaging his shoulders and feeding him exotic delights.
After they ate, Arabian musicians and a drummer came in and played while the seven belly dancers performed for the men. For the grand finale Alex's girl got up and performed the Dance of the Seven Veils, except she didn't remove the veils herself. Each guy had to have his matching piece of material or that veil wouldn't come off. Michael was seriously relieved that he had not left his at home. He had the last veil, and the girl was virtually naked with all of them off!
The guys went wild! Alex got the most attention. The girl went to him dancing, tempting him, and teasing him. The other guys were jealous, but not too badly because they all have girlfriends or wives.
Michael said that all of the girls, the musicians, the food, the décor and everything was excellent and everyone behaved like gentlemen. He said that Alex's future wife would be proud of him because he resisted temptation even when the nearly naked girl offered to give him a real massage. It would have been strictly professional, but said he would enjoy it more if his fiancée did it, so the girl gave him oils and candles to take home with him.
Note: Authentic belly dancers are not likely to strip and do a "dance of the seven veils". Please contact exotic dancers for this type of service.