Chapter 28 Derrick
DERRICK
I’m so excited it’s Vanessa’s bachelorette weekend in Monaco, and we have so much planned. I can’t wait.
“The party is here,” I say, bursting through the door with three hot strippers because every good bachelorette needs strippers, and I would be a bad friend if I didn’t organize it. “I have brought the entertainment.” The three men stroll in and start taking their clothes off.
“Derrick,” Vanessa yells at me.
“What? Hello, this is a bachelorette party,” I tell her.
The men stop at their boxer briefs and grab the aprons before pulling off their underwear, much to the excited squeals of my friends. Vanessa doesn’t look happy, but I blow her a kiss, just because she’s found her Prince Charming doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.
“Is this Lady Olivia Pearce I see before me?” I smirk.
“Is that Sir Derrick of Boner I see before me?” she replies as I walk over and whisk her into my arms.
“Milady, I have missed you.” I kiss her on the cheek. “I’ve heard my princess has been locked up in the castle for a while. Thankfully, Sir Derrick is here to save the day. I bet the princess is pretty horny.”
“Derrick.” She squeals.
I love making her blush, she makes it so easy. “Hmm. I can tell, sweetheart, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? And I’m not talking about the manual kind of play,” I continue to tease her, watching her cheeks turn a deep crimson red.
“Derrick, leave her alone,” Camryn tells me.
“Cammie, this girl needs me. Look at my princess, she has been stuck up in that tower waiting for her Prince Charming to come along, but he has been waylaid by some skanky wench. It’s my duty to help her.”
“Actually, Derrick, I’m engaged,” Olivia confesses.
Wait, what? “Engaged?”
“Yes, it’s only just happened,” she says softly.
“How the hell did I not know about this?” Camryn asks.
“Honestly, it’s not a big deal,” Olivia says, shrugging her shoulders.
“You’re telling me getting engaged isn’t a big deal?” I ask her.
“No, well, not for me, anyway. It’s not like we got engaged because we love each other,” she confesses.
“What do you mean?” Vanessa questions her.
“My father is dying …” Tears well in Olivia’s eyes.
“Hey, come here.” I pull the petite little princess into my lap and give her a big cuddle, it seems like she could use it.
“Dad’s best friend is the Duke of Roxburghe, and they believe that if I marry his son, it will strengthen both of our estates. My father agrees with him, and so they have arranged for me to marry his son, Marquess Edmund Lumley.”
“It’s the twenty-first century, arranged marriages don’t exist,” Charlotte pipes up, looking utterly repulsed.
“Unfortunately, in noble circles, the practice is alive and kicking.” Olivia smiles sadly.
“At least tell me the man is good-looking and not old enough to be your father,” I ask her, because I can’t imagine what it must be like to be forced to marry someone you don’t love. Look, I’m sure it happens a lot more than we know, but this is happening to someone I know, and I don’t like it.
“No, no, far from it.” Olivia grabs her phone and shows me a picture of her fiancé. He’s hot.
“I’d let him arrange anything on me.” I pass her phone around to the girls.
“Yep, I could’ve done a lot worse in the looks department. But the problem is … he’s a notorious womanizer, and I’m … well …” She lets the words trail off.
“You’re what? A beautiful woman? A smart, intelligent, sexy woman?” I answer for her.
Olivia blushes. “Thank you, but I mean, I’m … well … you know, not as experienced as he is. I have only been with a couple of men, and they were lackluster at best.”
How can this gorgeous creature only have had subpar sex?
This won’t do. “Then, it’s lucky you have come to the right place, especially when we’re partying with rock stars.
Think of me as your white knight of non-virtue here to corrupt you.
You want to learn things that will help you feel more confident in the bedroom with his royal hotness …
then you’re going to get the best education this weekend.
I’m sure one of the Dirty Texas boys would love to show you the ropes. ”
“Just not Evan,” Sienna pipes up.
“Or Christian,” Vanessa adds.
“Yes, yes, ladies, retract those claws, and Finn is off-limits,” I add, looking at Isla.
“Remember, I’m staying strong.” She smirks.
“Yeah, not this weekend, you’re not. I’m totally psychic, and you two are totally doing the nasty. And probably not Oscar ?cause he and Stacey have some Fifty Shades of Grey thing happening.”
Stacey just shrugs and smiles.
“That leaves Axel. Yes, he’s kind of perfect. I bet he’d totally be up for some sexual experimenting.”
Olivia shakes her head. “He’s too experienced for me.”
“No, he is perfect, seriously, plus you’re totally his type. He likes brunettes, and we all know Axel doesn’t do relationships.” The rest of the girls agree.
“I’m pretty sure Axel could get any woman he wants. There’s no way in the world he’d look at me,” she says, looking at me.
“Um … hello, have you not heard about Derrick Jones, stylist to the stars? I can so totally transform you, but you’re already gorgeous.”
Olivia’s face lights up. “Okay, why not. It’s the only weekend I’m going to be able to do something reckless. Go big or go home.”
“That’s what I like to hear. First things first, stand up.
” I move her from me to the chair I was sitting on.
“Now, sit down right here.” Placing her into position.
“Seeing as Ness is already married and won’t even look at another beefcake because …
well, she doesn’t have to as she gets to screw Christian Taylor every night.
” Vanessa high-fives me. “I think Olivia should take her obligatory bachelorette lap dance instead.” Olivia looks freaked out, but the rest of the girls encourage her.
“Do you trust me, princess?” She nods slowly.
“I promise I won’t push you too far, just enough to have some fun.
” Olivia is still unsure but goes with it anyway.
That’s a good girl. “Great, boys,” I say, calling out to the three hunks.
“I need you to shake what your mama gave ya for this beautiful woman sitting here.” I point at Olivia, who looks petrified.
Before too long, stripper music starts playing, and the three of them move closer to Olivia, who doesn’t know where to look as they start to dance all over her. She squeals when one of the guys places her hand on his bare ass.
“That’s it, squeeze that ass. You’ve got this girl.
Smack it. He likes that. Yeah.” I yell out words of encouragement to Olivia as I dance to the music.
The rest of the girls are clapping and helping her loosen up.
She’s still so stiff, so I wiggle my ass over to the bar and grab the bottle of tequila.
“Open up, princess, you need some Dutch courage.” I pour a generous amount of liquid courage down her throat, she takes it like a trooper.
I then dance around and start pouring shots down the non-pregnant women’s throats.
The party is in full swing now. I make my way over and give her another generous shot.
Olivia is a lightweight so this should be enough for her to get going, and when I finish my second round of shots, I notice her hands are now roaming over the naked men’s bodies, her cheeks are still flushed, but at least she doesn’t look scared anymore.
“That’s it, princess, squeeze their butts,” I tell her again.
Which she does, and this time she giggles.
Yes! That’s it. “Now, test what’s under the apron,” I tease her.
She furiously shakes her head, but the stripper knows the drill and pushes her hand under the apron and makes her grip his dick.
Olivia’s eyes widen and her lips form an ‘O’ in surprise as the stripper makes her jerk him off, but she has closed her eyes.
Girl, open them and enjoy what’s happening.
I grab the bottle again and walk over to her.
“Open up, babe.” I pour another shot down her throat.
“His cock looks pretty damn hard, you’re doing great, sweetie.
” I saunter off and take a seat as I watch Olivia finally let go, her eyes open as she watches her hand move underneath the apron.
“What else do you want to do?” I yell out at her, and the gorgeous little thing is so confused.
“These men are all yours for the night if you want them.” Olivia’s eyes widen, which makes me laugh.
She is going to have the best night tonight, I’m going to make sure of it.
One of the other strippers leans over and starts nuzzling her neck, which makes her gasp and let go of the guy’s dick.
“Liv, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Vanessa calls out to her.
Olivia is looking a little overwhelmed, shit, I hope I didn’t push her too far. “Okay, fellas, we might take a break,” I say, turning the music off. The men stop their dancing. “I think we could do with some more drinks.” They nod and get back to it.
“You did so well,” I tell Olivia while she buries her face in her hands. I feel bad, I thought she was enjoying it.
“His dick was so thick, that can’t be real.” She gasps. This makes us laugh. “What?” she asks, seemingly confused.
“I think you have definitely been with the wrong men, then,” Camryn tells her.
“I’m such a reject.” Olivia groans.
“Hey, no. Remember, I was married for ten years before I hooked up with Evan. I had such self-doubt because I hadn’t been with that many people, but let me tell you, when the sex is that good, it doesn’t matter how inexperienced you are.
Human instinct takes over, and you just go with the flow,” Sienna explains to her.
“Well, we all know I was a slut before hooking up with Christian, so I have no advice,” Vanessa adds.
“Same here, babe, before Harris,” Camryn states.
“Thanks, guys. I’m sorry to have kind of crashed your bachelorette party like this, Ness,” Olivia says.