We pulled up to the club, but before we headed inside, Emma and I facilitated the quick change that was my concession to getting around Luke’s no stripper rule. Even though I told her I had it covered (see aforementioned evil grin), Emma came up with her own plan. She removed anything remotely pointing her out to as the bride-to-be and switched it out with Leah’s bridesmaid get-up. That done, we moved the party into the club, settling around a long table set up by the side of the stage.
The room was getting pretty full, women beginning to crowd around the stage area, packing into tables by the dozens while men were getting an eyeful on the small stage and catwalk area by the bar. Emma sat on one side of me while I maneuvered so Chloe was on my other side. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable sitting with people she really didn’t know. Okay, and I didn’t want her sitting with either my mom or Emma’s mom. Then she’d really think we were loco!
The dancers were slated to begin doing their thing at ten and we had arrived precisely in enough time to get drinks and to kick back and enjoy the show. The lights dimmed a bit and cute little woman stepped up onto the stage.
“Hey, ladies!” she hollered. “Are you ready to see some sexy ass men get naked?”
The room shook (or maybe it was just my eardrums bursting) with the screams and catcalls of the women all around us, most of which I swear came from Emma’s mom, Jan, and my mom.
The woman shook her head in mock disappointment and yelled again, “Are you ready to see some sexy ass men get naked? Lemme hear you this time!”
I couldn’t refuse a direct order, you know, so I added my voice to the others, letting out the loudest whoop I was capable of, which, let’s be honest, was probably the loudest one in the room. I may be little, but damn I’m loud and proud of it!
“Alright, that’s more like it!” the woman yelled. “Let’s get this night started…put your hands together and give it up for our first performer, Evan!” She threw her arm up as the spotlight moved to the center of the stage and she ran off just as a man dressed in a tight fitting rocker t-shirt and tight ripped up jeans jumped on stage and made a bee-line for the front edge.
I jumped up out of my seat, unable to help myself as Casual Sex by My Darkest Days began playing. I LOVE that song! Emma jumped up and grabbed my hand, dancing beside me as Evan started rocking his hips and moving to the beat. I think what made him even ten times hotter (in my book, at least, even besides the fact that he was tatted up and H.O.T.; I mean he seriously looked like a rock star) is the fact that he was lip syncing the words as he danced, thrusting and gyrating his hips suggestively. When the chorus hit, he reached up and literally tore the shirt he was wearing right down the middle and flung it into the crowd, then dropped to his knees and crawled…well, shit! He was crawling our way!
Emma let out a shriek as Evan came up on his knees in front of her, thrusting his pelvis forward as he slid his knees apart, leaning back to ensure every eye caught the rather impressive bulge straining the denim of his jeans. She leaned into me, and I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that he was dancing directly in front of her, so I grabbed her and made her dance with me again.
As we danced, Evan jumped to his feet and ripped his jeans away, leaving himself clad in only a teeny-tiny scrap of material that was trying it’s best to contain the semi-erect flesh straining against it’s every boundary. He danced away, making his way around the stage and giving the maximum show he could to every woman dancing around the edge.
Once he’d made the rounds around the stage, he moved back to the pole and did some pretty impressive tricks that had all of us fanning ourselves and blushing, even with the amount of booze running through our veins at the moment. When the song wound down, he ended on his knees back in front of us, crooking his finger at Leah and motioning her towards him. She looked at me, wide-eyed and flushed, half panicked but whole drunk!
“Go on, Leah! What the fuck, woman? It’s your bachelorette party, we’re wasted, and Hottie McBody up here is calling you home! GET UP THERE!” Emma screamed.
Leah and I both looked at Emma in shock for about point-two-three seconds before Leah shrugged, giggled and moved toward the stage. Evan reached out and helped her up, leading her to a single seat that had been placed in the center of the stage. She was flushed and almost too appreciative of Evan’s ‘Hottie McBody’, as Emma so eloquently put it, darting her hand out and tracing a finger down his wash-board abs. Evan grinned, wagged his finger in her face in a no-no-no way, and tucked both her hands beneath her thighs, palm down on the seat.
Once he had her situated, he grabbed the mic that the chick who’d announced him handed over and yelled, “We got ourselves a bachelorette party going on tonight, and here’s the blushing bride-to-be! Well, as a wedding present, we’ve got a little something special planned for our girl. Are you ready?”
The crowd went crazy, our group included, getting caught up in the energy of a couple hundred drunk chicks. Evan handed the mic back over to the woman and took something else from her hand, which turned out to be a silk tie. He took Leah’s hands and tied them gently behind her back, whispering something to her as he did so. She shook her head and smiled as he stepped back. I caught her eye briefly and gave her the eye, trying to remind her that she’s supposed to be the bride, not a single, horny bridesmaid!
All of a sudden he raised his hands, catching our attention again, and pivoted his hips as the music blared and another one of My Darkest Days songs began. This one was Move Your Body, and lemme tell you, he listened! We watched as Evan danced the hell out of the song, grinding against Leah, running his hands down her arms and up her thighs, sliding himself up her body and nuzzling her neck. Emma, Chloe, and I were all laughing uncontrollably at poor Leah’s visible struggle to restrain herself from moving her hands and grabbing everything Evan was thrusting at her.
I looked over at Chloe and caught her in mid-laugh, her face completely care-free for once, and I was struck by how much she favored her brother, but it was more than that. She was absolutely stunning. And for her to be a genuine soul, to boot? I was a total ass for ever feeling jealous. Right?
I worried at my lip with my teeth and then gave her a bright smile when she caught me staring. She lifted one perfectly sculpted eyebrow in question at me and I just shook my head, smiling even bigger, before turning my attention back to the stage. Leah was now panting and her eyes were glazed over, her arms almost visibly shaking. Her hands had been moved to the top of her thighs, and she had her fingers dug into the denim of her jeans like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
I nudged Emma and nodded towards the stage, silently asking if we needed to intervene to save the poor woman from attacking Evan. Emma just laughed gleefully and shook her head, winking at me. I realized that the song was drawing to a close, and then laughed even harder as Evan led Leah back to her seat, looking wrung out and drunker than she’d been when she went up there!
As the night progressed, we all let loose, dancing, drinking, and just generally having the best time we could. At one point, I about pissed my pants from laughing so hard when one of the dancers came down and grabbed Emma’s mom’s legs, sliding her down in her seat while lifting her legs above her head. Jan was shrieking as he ground against her, using her legs as some kind of weird living prop. I thought Emma’s eyes were going to pop out of her head while watching this, but good old Jenna had her camera out, snapping away. (God, we were going to regret those pictures later!)
