by Marie Cole
"Say my name, Kent," I whispered against his lips.
His hand closed around mine and squeezed, stilling it. He pulled back, his eyes were tightly shut, "Elly, I can't..." He sighed heavily, "This..."
I pulled away quickly and the contact we'd shared, the intimacy was gone. What was I doing? Had I forced him into this again? Had I tricked him...again? "Oh, god." I dropped my gaze, my hands on my head. "I'm so sorry. I'm terrible. I..." my hands moved through my hair as I turned away from him and started the seemingly long walk back to my stuff.
His fingers were around my wrist when I grabbed my purse. "Elly, hey. We've both had a lot to drink. It's not a big deal."
I gathered all my strength and smiled at him, "Yeah, not a big deal. Totally. Thanks for coming to see me sing tonight." I grabbed my stuff and then hugged him tightly. I bit my lip to keep my sobs in. Soon I could let them out but not just yet. Not in front of him. "Okay, I gotta go." I kissed his cheek, probably for the last time, and let him go. I grabbed my guitar and got the hell out of there.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Two days before the wedding I arranged for Kent's bachelor party. I took being the undercover best man very seriously. I planned everything and paid for it all too. I wanted to make it the best since I'd all but raped him a few nights ago. I owed him at least this much.
The limo parked in front of Kent's mom's house and honked to draw him outside. The music, bass heavy rap, was vibrating the limo and the surrounding houses. I was with the other two groomsmen, all of us with our top halves sticking out of the top of the limo, beers in hand.
Kent had no idea. And it showed on his face when he opened the front door and eyeballed the limo. A neighbor came out on her porch to see what the noise was. "Sorry, Mrs. Sharp! I guess it's my bachelor party since I'm getting married in a few days. When they bring me back I'll make sure the music is down!" Kent called to the neighbor lady as he ran out to the limo and climbed in.
"Wooo!!!! KENT! KENT! KENT!!" We were cheering for him and disappeared into the limo when it started to pull away from the curb.
I grabbed a beer and opened it, holding it out to Kent. "For you, Bachelor!"
Mike, Kent's freshman roommate turned good friend, shared Kent's love of video games and they spent lots of time trying to best each other that first year of college. He sat back and lifted his bottle. "You lucky bastard. Jen is one sexy lady. And a tiger in the bed, I hear. Whew."
Kent blushed as he took the beer and held it up. "Thanks, guys. I had no idea. This was a pleasant surprise."
Mike grinned, "The surprises are just beginning."
I rolled my eyes at Mike. "Don't give it away, dude."
Kent raised his eyebrow and looked around the limo with a smile before he turned the beer up.
I was dressed up for the occasion in a black pencil dress, the skirt ending just above the knee. My hair was curled loosely, a red flower in my hair to match the red piping that accentuated my tiny waist. I sat back after raising my beer with Kent and took a sip, pressing my knees together to keep from flashing everyone.
Mike was dressed in a light blue button down shirt and black slacks. The other guy, Paul, was the guy who kicked Kent's ass in the gaming competition. He was more on the heavy set side, he spent a lot of time in front of the console. He was dressed in a gray button down and dark jeans. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed back neatly.
We rode around for twenty minutes, entering the outskirts of the city. My tattoo had healed enough that it was no longer bandaged and on display to the world. It flashed Kent as I lifted my hands up and danced in my seat to the loud music still thumping the leather seats.
We stopped in front of a building lit up with lots of red and pink neon. "Pussycat Palace" flashed through the window.
Mike grinned as he leaned over me to look out the window. "Yes!"
I pushed Mike back with a grin. "Too close to the goods, man!"
Kent's curiosity was piqued and he too sunk down in his seat as he tipped back his beer, emptying it.
The limo driver opened the door so we could all climbed out. I was first, followed by Mike. Paul motioned for Kent to get out and followed after him. I stood at the front, the pink and red neon casting a glow on the guys' faces.
Kent looked up at the sign and then his eyes fell on me a little grin on his face.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to the entrance. "Come on, dammit, we have a lot to do tonight!"
"Fine! I'm kind of scared to know what you guys have planned."
Paul and Mike flanked them. I let go of Kent's hand once we stepped into the strip club. It was dark, the stage was at the very back of the large space and it was illuminated by lots of hot lights. A thin large breasted stripper was already in her thong shaking her booty for the money that paid her bills. The smell of sex and stale beer was heavy in the air.
"Me too." Mike mumbled and then stumbled to the front of the strip club. "Have you ever been to strip club before, man?"
Kent shook his head at Mike. "Never have been, no. Guess that's why I'm scared." He laughed nervously.
A waitress dressed scantily with cat ears approached us with a tray on her hand. "You guys have a seat at an empty table and I'll be right with you." I nodded and then leaned in to say something in private to the waitress. The waitress assessed the three guys and then looked back to me, nodding. I punched all the guys on their arms and then led the way to a dirty table that was right in front of the stage.
A waitress came by after we sat down and bent over, her breasts popping out from the top of her bra. I couldn't help but stare along with the boys as they moved rhythmically with the wiping of her hand. When the waitress stood up straight she smiled at the boys. Mike cleared his throat, his hand went under the table and he pulled out a five dollar bill and held it up. "Damn baby, that was...damn."
Paul and I laughed loudly. I looked on stage, the song was over and the stripper was crawling on the stage, picking up the thrown bills. I looked away quickly, naked girls were definitely not my thing.
I noticed Kent's avoidance matched my own and I nudged him and pulled his head down to me so I could speak into his ear. "Kent, it's your last chance to stare at a woman's boobs. What's the problem?"
I saw his eyes move towards the stripper as she stood up on stage and moved off of it. Kent moved his head to whisper in my ear. His breath tickled it slightly sending shivers through me. "This is normally something I do alone, looking at naked girls."
I glanced at Mike and Paul, who had no shame ogling the breasts that were all around them. I pulled back, my hand on his chin so he couldn't look away from my eyes. "Kent. No one is watching you. Don't be a lousy bachelor or I'll embarrass you." I raised my eyebrows to question if he understood what I meant.
The waitress came back and set the shots down on the table. I nudged Kent and pointed to my seat which was right in front of the stage. "Switch with me!"
He shrugged his shoulders and then swapped with me. I pushed the shots around and then toasted with them. The MC took the stage and announced that it was time for amateur strip night to begin.
Mike and Paul looked around and hooted. The MC called the ladies to come to the stage so they could register. I stood up after most of the girls went up and followed, making a face of surprise at Kent from above him.
I watched as he looked at Mike and at Paul in disbelief but when he looked back up at me I saw a little smile move across his lips.
I wasn't the best looking woman on the stage, certainly not the one with the biggest boobs but Kent was probably only going to be single for another few days and I had to show off while I still could. It would be something we could share for the rest of their lives at the very least. I winked at them as I waited. After I was registered I went backstage with the rest of the girls.
There were lots of girls. Lots of hot girls. Girls who knew how to dance, girls who knew how to twirl on a pole and girls who didn't need to know either of
those because their bodies were smoking hot.
Mine was the last name on the list and I'd picked an Aerosmith didy. The first few riffs of "Crazy" played as I stepped on stage dressed in an oversized men's white work shirt and black boy shorts. The waitress had made sure to hook me up with something strippable but not gaudy as requested earlier.
I wasn't the best dancer but I wasn't laughable either. It wasn't until the first chorus that I grabbed the pole and started to twirl around it. I didn't do anything spectacular just yet. I was still warming up. I took off my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly to reveal a black bra. I threw my shirt at Mike who hollered his appreciation, which caused me to grin.
I noticed that Kent's eyes seemed glued to me as I danced, a smile on his lips.
I turned around and slowly pulled the boy shorts down, stepping out of them slowly for effect. I stood on stage revealing my itty bitty black g-string. I laid down on the floor, did some teasing leg lifts and moved back to the pole.
People were whooping for me and I heard Kent give me a cat call whistle, the one that was unique to him.
Practically naked, I started climbing the pole. I wrapped my legs around it when I reached the top. I bent backwards, hanging on just by my creamy thighs. I grabbed on with my hands and then lifted my body, gyrating on it a couple of times, imitating sex.
They cut me off at three minutes my last moves were of me spinning around the pole. Once I was done I went to the middle of the stage and did a bow. I grabbed the boy shorts and waved, a blush on my cheeks. As this was not the performing I was used to, not on stage anyway. Many of the pounds I'd shed had been done on a pole.
All the girls returned to the stage and I tried to hide behind the other girls, my arms crossed over my chest. "And second runner up is Candy!" Candy jumped up and down, showing off her huge, natural boobs. My eyes were on Kent, making sure he was watching the big boobs flopping all around, I knew it was his thing, but he still had his eyes on me, grinning. I shook my head at him. I made a throat slitting motion and then pointed at him.
"First runner up is a fan favorite, not her first amateur night, Jessi!" Jessi was the best dancer of the group by far. I clapped politely not that it would've matter because there was more than enough noise for her.
"And tonight's winner..."
"Elly!" I jumped when someone pushed me forward, I bit my tongue and covered my mouth with my hands. My eyes were wide with disbelief.
I accepted the check and then bowed again as "Crazy" played over the speakers.
Kent was waiting for me to come back out and as soon as I was within reach he picked me up, and spun me around. "Oh my god Elly, that was...Wow!"
I squealed and pushed against Kent's shoulders. "Oh my god! Put me down!" I laughed. Mike and Paul were waiting at Kent's side.
He put me down, grinning from ear to ear. "By the way, Elly. That was hawt."
"Oh my god. Knock it off." I slapped him playfully on his stomach. "This is what's hot." I waved the check in front of my face. "One thousand big ones!! Should cover the cost of this shindig."
"After talking to Mike, I know who made the plans here. What else do you have up your sleeve Ms. Palmer?" Kent held his hand on his stomach from the slap.
"You'll just have to see." I winked at Kent and didn't protest when Mike put his arm around me, his hand low on my hip. The two of us led Kent and Paul out of the club. Mike's hand was on my bottom, pushing her into the limo gently. "More shots!" He called out as he took a seat next to me, his hand on my knee, possessively.
I abandoned my spot on the seat for a minute as I went to the little compartment next to Kent. I pulled out little bottles of Jack and was about to hand one to Kent when the limo stopped suddenly.
I fell backwards, my quick scream filling the limo. Mike reached out and tried to save me but he was tipsy and his arms weren't quite there. I landed on my back, half on Mike's lap, half on the floor. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, grinning. "That's a good look for you." Paul snatched his bottle from my hand while I was close.
I laughed, "Don't be a creeper, Mike. You're supposed to be hitting on the strippers, n...I mean the -real- strippers."
"Looked pretty real to me."
"Whatever." I put a Jack in his now empty lap and then went back to Kent, sitting next to him. I put a tiny bottle in his hand and then opened mine and held it up to him. "To your last boys night."
He smiled softly and lifted it to mine, the little plastic bottle necks tapping together. "Yeah."
The guys opened their bottles and held them up in a toast. "Hey-yo!"
Chapter Fifty
The next stop was at a dark public park. I grinned. "Hope you boys are ready to play."
Kent slammed the bottle back and took down the contents. He made a face and breathed out as he tried not to cough because of the alcohol. He looked outside the window and saw blackness. "What?"
"Get out. I need to change real quick." I grabbed my bag and waited for them to leave. Paul got out first, followed by Mike hesitantly.
"We've seen it all already." Mike got out and closed the door, leaving me and Kent alone.
Kent paused at the door, his hand on the handle. "What you did tonight, Elly. It was amazing."
"I've been practicing, it wasn't so great." I smiled softly.
I looked down at my bag in my lap and started unzipping it. "Before you go can you unzip me?" I slipped my shoes off quickly and then turned around, my back to him.
I felt his hands come to the dress, his knuckles were warm, his fingers shaking just a little. "No. It was really good, Elly. I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
"It was dark and the light was on me there wasn't anything else to see." I pulled my hair to the side.
His fingers took hold of the zipper and slowly almost painstakingly lowered it slowly as he spoke. "No. You were awesome. It wasn't because there was nothing else to look at."
"Are you drunk too?" I laughed softly and looked at him over my shoulder.
"Not yet. I'm still in control of my mental functions." He paused at the bottom of the zipper.
"Then you need to drink more." I stood up, but bent over because it was short in the limo. My ass inadvertently in his face.
I quickly pulled on a pair of tight black spandex pants. Followed by my sneakers and a fuzzy hot pink pullover. "Ready to get your ass kicked?" I opened the door to the limo and pushed him out.
The limo driver went around to the trunk and opened it. Inside were four light sabers.
I looked around at the men. "What the hell are you waiting for? Grab your lighted dick stick and let's go! The winner gets a super special prize." I reached in and grabbed the pink one and then stepped back in a defensive stance.
Mike, intrigued by the idea of a special prize, grabbed his next. Followed by Paul.
Kent took the last one, which ended up being purple. "I feel like Mace Windu from Star Wars," he chuckled as he twirled the lightsaber.
I grinned as all three of the men started twirling their lighted futuristic swords. "Alright. You have to be gentle on the girl. But boy on boy you can hit as hard as you want as long as it's not the face. And go!" Immediately Paul and Mike went for Kent, chasing after him.
"What the hell is this? Double teaming?" Kent was fast and ran circles around them as he laughed. He took pop shots at them when he could. He ran figure eights and tried to get them close to me. I wasn't going to miss my chance.
I ran up behind Mike and stabbed him between his arm and side. "Gotcha! You're dead, dammit."
Mike faked his death and dropped to the ground, gasping. "Damn you, Elly...," his dying words.
Paul was on Kent, he was hardcore gamer and was not taking it easy on Kent in this situation either. He liked to win.
Kent pushed right back at him just as hard. "Remember I said I feel like Mace Windu?" Him and Paul thwacked each others swords. "That's also Samuel L. Jackson, which means I'm a bad motherfucker!" Kent knocked Paul's sword away and hit him across
the chest.
Paul cursed and then put his hands up showing he was done. Paul and Mike leaned against the limo to watch the showdown.
I held my pink lightsaber up and smiled behind it.
Kent faced me, a smile on his face too. "Alright, Elly. What you going to do? Hmm? You going to come at me or am I coming at you?"
I grinned back. "You think I'm going to tell you my secret plan of attack?" I slowly circled with him.
The purple lightsaber lit up his face as it twirled a few times. He was circling, but he was circling closer. "Oh come on, Elly. Tell ya what. Let's put the lightsabers down and go get a drink, then we'll finish this."
I shook her head a little. "Nope. We'll finish this soon."
There was a crack and then I fell to the side, landing hard on the ground. "Ow! Shit!!"
Kent dropped his lightsaber and ran over to me. "Shit, Elly. Are you okay?"
I looked up at him with a grin and stabbed him under his armpit with my saber. "Sucka."
"Oh, dammit!" Kent laughed and fell to his knees and clutched his chest. "I will get my ...revenge.." he fell over on his side and played dead.
I jumped up and held my lightsaber over my head victoriously. "Yes!!!"
Mike and Paul shook their heads at Kent. "Dude, come on! I saw that coming from a mile away. You are so pussy whipped, and you aren't even getting any from her."
Paul chimed in, "Or are you?" He raised one eyebrow.
I ran at Mike and Paul and started whipping them on the legs with my lightsaber. "You...guys...are...disgusting!"
Paul curled up and screamed like a little girl, "Stop!!"
Mike started to run away and I was hot on his tail. "Come back here, you woman!" Mike was laughing too hard to outrun me and soon I was able to poke him in the ass with the end of my lightsaber. "I'll get you! You better call for someone to help you otherwise your ass is mine!"
Mike ran to a tree and then hid behind it. "Kent! Come get your girl off my ass. It's an exit only!"
