CHAPTER 35 #2
“It’s my bachelorette party. Go have your own,” I said, pushing Antonio to the door. “I trust you, Antonio De Luca,” I pecked his lips.. “Behave,” I warned.
“Just…” Antonio trailed off, and the muscle in his jaw ticked. “Keep your clothes on,” he forced out and I smiled.
“I will, but I can’t promise on behalf of these fine specimen,” I smiled and he rubbed his forehead. “You can trust me, now go,” I encouraged him and Lorenzo threw his arm over Antonio’s shoulder.
“Let’s have some fun,” he grinned as they left. The four girls followed behind—three with bottles and one with a cigarette.
The male officers entered the house and I closed the door behind them.
There were three poles set up in the living room. Oh, this is going to be fun. The room was decorated beautifully. Red, silver and grey themed. My favorite colors. Balloons, banners, food, champagne and huge letters spelling out ‘ SAME PENIS EVERY DAY ’.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that one.
There was a table with a huge cake in the center of it. It had white and silver frosting on it with a picture of me. The cake was surrounded by cupcakes—which also had my face on it—and other cute little desserts shaped inappropriately.
The table to the left of that one had gifts on it and I could only imagine the gifts these girls had gotten me. If I didn’t receive handcuffs, dildos or any type of sexual toy from them, I’d shave my head.
My jaw dropped as trays of food were carried into the living room by our helpers.
“Officer Marlon,” the man who stood in the center, took my hand and kissed the back of it making me smile over at the girls.
The night started off easy and slow with good music, until the alcohol kicked in and everyone had the time of their lives. It felt good to just be and let go. To see my friends having an amazing time—stress free.
Marlon approached me and grabbed my waist, pulling me towards him. The girls silently squealed as he pulled the zipper of his jacket down. He placed my hand on his abs and I bit my bottom lip.
He grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me into his arms and I was taken by surprise but wrapped my legs around his waist, nonetheless. “You’ve been a naughty girl, I hear,” he lowered his voice and I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh.
I nodded my head and he carried me over to the sofa, putting me down. The girls ran over—plopping onto the sofa next to me—and the three men stood in front of us.
London clicked a button and music started playing at a high volume and my jaw dropped. She clicked another button and the lights dimmed. Colorful lights shot around the room and I laughed, looking around. This was not here before .
Amelia leaned towards me, whispering, “We had these installed in advance.”
The men slowly started unzipping their jackets, throwing them towards us. The girls and I caught it, cheering them on.
We cupped our hands around our mouths, cheering as they performed. Amelia pulled out a stack of money and started throwing bills at them.
They continued dancing, rolling their hips towards us in all sorts of sexual positions.
After a while, Marlon loosened his pants and all the girls screamed as they began hitting my arms, shoulders and legs repeatedly.
I covered my mouth with both hands as he slowly walked towards me. He stopped in front of me and straddled my lap. He placed my hands on his shoulders as he rolled his hips towards me. Huh? So this is what it feels like being on the receiving end.
London started fanning herself dramatically as she fell back into Silvia’s arms and they laughed.
He stood on the sofa, his torso directly in my face and I turned my head to the side as he swayed his hips in front of me.
“My fiancée is not going to like this!” I announced, keeping my head as far away from his crotch as possible. Oh my God.
I leaned back and he placed my hands on his abs—they were so hard and shiny even while he was dancing. I heard the girls screaming which included, ‘Oh my God!’ and ‘Lord, I want him!’.
He pulled back and I saw Silvia sitting while one of the guys stood over her, pouring a glass of champagne down his chest. She opened her mouth and he poured the rest down her throat.
Stephanie and Amelia decided to tease me in the near distance. Stephanie bent over and Amelia stood behind her, pretending to dry hump her and I nearly burst out laughing. I playfully rolled my eyes and looked over at London. She danced with her back against the front of the third man.
I couldn’t help but laugh and Marlon jumped off the sofa. He spun around and ripped his pants off, revealing his boxer briefs. He started grinding his ass on my lap and I smiled over at the girls.
“So we’re doing this,” I accepted my fate, holding onto his waist. I asked Silvia to bring my purse and started putting dollar bills into the waistband of his boxer briefs but it was difficult with all his dancing.
He then pulled me up and I was sandwiched between him and another guy—Carter—the one who was dancing with London just now.
We all danced together and I hadn’t stopped smiling once. More drinks were brought in and the guys poured in on themselves, shaking their wet hair. They were hot, sticky and sweaty.
Santiago—one of the men—placed my arms around his neck. He grabbed my waist, pulling me to him.
He was the youngest of the three. His hair was black and buzzed. His eyes were grey and his lips were full and plump. His facial features were strong and sharp. Like a model. I wondered if he was.
“Don’t fall in love with me now,” he mused and only then did I realize that I was staring.
“I’m just critiquing your terrible work,” I whispered and he chuckled. It was hoarse and strong.
“Show me how it’s done then,” he grinned, spinning me around and grabbed my hips, pulling it to his.
I used this as an excuse to get back on the pole. I missed it.
When London saw me walking towards the pole she called everyone to watch. “Let the bride-to-be show y’all how it’s done!” she screamed and they all cheered.
Lap dance by N.E.R.D boomed through the speakers and my jaw dropped as I looked over at Stephenie—who had the remote—and she winked at me.
“What is this?” I mouthed and she rolled her eyes, encouraging me to dance. I swear to God her music taste always baffles me. “Sure, I guess I’ll just start krumping then,” I teased and the girls broke out in a laugh.
I stood in front of the pole, moving my hips back in a circular motion. I lifted my arms into the air and swayed my hips. Santiago started throwing money at me and I laughed as I turned around, lifting myself onto the pole.
I spun and danced until my body hurt.
Using my core and upper body strength I climbed the pole to the top. I wrapped the back of my left knee around the pole and slowly descended—while spinning in a circle and moving my hands gracefully in the air.
I flipped back around, landing on my feet. I danced until Santiago grabbed a champagne bottle.
I sat down on my knees and he ran up behind me. He tilted my head back as he poured the champagne into my mouth. Some of it even trickled down my chest. What a fucking time tonight is.
* * *
Around 1 am—even though it was still pretty late to be out at night—I decided to send the guys home because I wanted them to arrive home safely.
The girls didn’t mind because they were drunk and tired as well.
The girls and I ended up doing body shots and playing card games for the rest of the night.
Cesar had called Silvia in secret because they apparently made a bet. ‘ See who can throw the best bachelor/bachelorette party’.
As long as I had fun I didn’t care. Amelia and I caught them and demanded they put the call on speakerphone. “Well, at least she’s having fun,” Cesar heavily sighed.
“Don’t tell me Antonio is scaring away all the women with that intimating look he’s got going on,” Amelia laughed.
“No it’s just—”
“She gave me a lap dance, go get my beer now,” Antonio groaned in the back and the girls and I snickered.
“See what I mean?” Cesar irritably asked, putting some distance between him and Antonio. Suddenly, Lorenzo’s face popped up.
“That would have turned any normal man on,” Lorenzo added. “She was good,” he admitted. “But Antonio barely even looked at her.”
“Except Antonio isn’t normal,” Silvia scoffed.
“He’s still my fiancé,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.
“And still my brother,” Amelia awkwardly put her hand in the air.
“It’s a tragedy. We know,” Silvia yawned and picked up a cupcake before stuffing her face with it. She’s never going to accept him.
We eventually ended the call, and all of us plopped down on the sofa. The girls and I chatted for hours until around 3 am. when I headed up to my bedroom. I was hesitant at first, but I knew that sooner or later I’d have to walk into this room. It felt odd… cold .
It was spotless. My bed was perfectly made, nothing was out of place, and even the blood had been cleaned up. With every ounce of courage, I walked around my room, accepting what had happened in here not too long ago.
To distract myself, I cleaned myself up and changed into a new set of lingerie. I couldn’t help but stare at myself in the mirror for a while. I looked and felt amazing.
Feeling mischievous, I sat in front of the full-length mirror, taking a picture. I texted Antonio the picture and texted him. “You have fifteen minutes before I lock the door and go to bed.”