Christmas Candy(46)

“Stairs, whore.” Daisy giggled and led me up about five steps. We almost tripped twice, the champagne buzzing around my head. “Okay. Walk straight ahead.”

The atmosphere changed from open and breezy to close and loud as we entered what I assumed was a club. The silky material against my eyes gave me no clues, but the smell of alcohol and the music informed me plenty.

“We’re the Daisy Raines party.” She yelled over the sound of the music and the clubgoers.

“Right this way.” A man’s voice.

Daisy led me through the room, around several bodies. It occurred to me that most of the voices were female.

“And here we are. Front and center. Enjoy the show.” The man’s voice receded on the last words.

Daisy pushed me down into a seat and whipped the blindfold off my face. My eyes adjusted quickly in the gloom.

“This is a strip club.” I turned to her. “A male strip club!” We sat in the front row along the edge of the stage. She was grinning huge, right along with my other bridesmaids.

I tried to get angry with them. I truly did. But the champagne and the glee on their faces tempered my irritation. “I said no strip clubs, Daisy.”

“Just this one time. You’ll love it. Live a little before you tie the knot.”

I frowned.

She bumped her shoulder against mine. “Look at these girls, your dutiful bridesmaids. Don’t they deserve a night of fun? After all the bridesmaid drudgery. All the dresses they tried on. The dresses they bought. The planning. The rehearsal dinner. Don’t they get one night of living it up?”

“This is why you aced law school. Turning shit around on people.” I raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Fine. I will allow this debauch, though I don’t know how Michael’s going to feel about it.”

“Pfft. What Michael doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” The girls agreed with Daisy, taking their seats and chattering about the show.

“Hi. I’m Trey. I’ll be your server this evening.” A young man, dressed in only a tight pair of black bikini bottoms appeared with a bottle.

Daisy stood and tucked a twenty into his briefs, getting a look down the front as she did so. “Well, Trey, we’re the party and this is our bachelorette, so treat us right.”

Trey glanced down to me and smiled. “Cum dumpster?”

I tilted my head. Had I heard him correctly? “What?”

He was staring at my chest. I looked down and saw that the sash Daisy had put on me said “cum dumpster.”

“Daisy!” I tried to pull it off.

“No, no. It’s great actually.” Trey laughed as he poured us all another round of champagne. “The guys are going to love it.”

I fumbled with the sash. “The guys are goin—”

The music cut off my protests and the lights came up to glaringly bright before settling back down.

A man strolled onto the stage, dressed like a dapper don. Pinstriped suit, slick dark hair, and what I could tell was a killer body underneath. “Welcome, ladies. I’ll be your host for the evening. My name’s Big Stick.”

A host of catcalls, including Daisy’s, went up from the crowd.

“We have a special bachelorette party here tonight. I believe a young lady named Jess is the lucky bride to be?” He scanned the front row and seized on me, the crown and sash giving me away. He pointed at me. “Tonight is your night, little girl.”

The lights dimmed and Daisy tilted my glass again, making me drink so fast I almost choked.

A familiar song started to play, but the beat hadn’t dropped yet. The lights came up and three men were onstage. Big Stick was out front, and they were all dressed similarly – suits, ties, and hats. They were still, waiting. The crowd was still, too, waiting right along with the performers. High notes came to a crescendo as the crowd practically salivated in silence.

When the beat finally dropped, the men began to move and all hell broke loose in the club. Women screamed and tossed bills onto the stage as the men danced in perfect suggestive unison. Daisy made sure my glass remained full as we watched.

When they ripped their suits off and wore only ties and tight black briefs, Daisy jumped up and applauded. I was ensnared, watching them roll their rippling abs as they moved effortlessly around the stage. I could see the appeal, especially with how packed their shorts appeared to be.

When Big Stick hit the deck in front of us and began shadow-fucking the floor, I felt heat rising and blooming in my cheeks. When he rose and jumped down to our row, I tried to shrink back in my seat, but he walked right past the screaming Daisy and stood in front of me. Pointing, he mouthed you.

I shook my head. He grinned. Daisy grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Big Stick lifted me by my ass before carrying me onstage.