Fight Me(59)

I glance around and see all eyes, including the eyes of the two mothers, glued to the show. Everyone is cheering Avery on, trying to get her into the performance a little more. I actually see Mrs. Stevens pull a few dollar bills out of her purse.

When the stripper takes a step back from Avery, he grabs a hold of his pants and pulls them away from his body in one quick, swift motion leaving him standing before her in a skimpy, spandex g-string that reads, “Big Gun”. He instantly goes back to moving and grinding on her lap, pulling his hat down low on his head in a sexy sort of way.

The stripper reaches down and grabs a hold of Avery’s hand and gently places a pair of fur-covered handcuffs around her wrists. Her mouth drops open, practically all the way to the ground, and her eyes are as wide as saucers. He stands her up and continues to grind against her. When he bends her over gently, placing her hands on the chair in front of her, he actually pulls a paddle out of his bag-o-tricks and gives her a swat on the rear. She whips around to face him, eyes wide in horror. I’ll admit; I’m actually a little embarrassed for her! I would be completely mortified.

When he sets her back down in the chair, Holly appears at her side with a handful of dollar bills. As the stripper continues to dance and gyrate on Avery, she decides to suck it up and take one for the team. She starts to stick a dollar bill inside his man thong the best she can without actually touching him. I can’t help but laugh at her facial expressions which are a combination of concentration and horror.

After the song ends, Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” fills the room. Mr. Cop Stripper thanks Avery for being such a great sport, and starts to dance around the room towards the other ladies.

She rushes over to my side, still in handcuffs mind you, and throws her arms around my neck. “That was soooo freaking humiliating!” she exclaims.

“I can’t even imagine!”

“Just you wait, missy! When you and Jake get married, I’m soooo embarrassing you just like that!”

Jake and I getting married? The warm, happy feeling settling in my chest actually kicks my heart rate up a notch or two. I could definitely consider a happily ever after with Jake. “No way! There will be no strippers at any party you may throw in the very distant future for me.”

As the stripper makes his way towards me, I start to look for my exit. But Avery must anticipate my flight-risk status, and grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me towards her. She slaps a dollar bill into my hand as Mr. Stripper Cop turns around and sticks his dancing ass out at me. I can do this. I have on my big girl panties tonight. I can stick a dollar bill into a stripper’s thong.

I reach forward and stick the dollar into the tiny strap just over the stripper’s bare ass. Just when I’m letting go of the strap, he spins around and throws his big, broad body against mine and starts to grind. My face bursts into flames as the embarrassment takes over. I’m surprised I can even hear the cat-calls and laughs of my friends over the buzzing in my ears.

Once he gives me a little show for my dollar, he moves on to Holly who is standing on the other side of Avery. He continues until he’s danced for each girl in the room, including the moms – who I might add, stuffed way more than a single dollar bill in that man thong.

After “Pour Some Sugar On Me” finishes, our entertainer turns and bows for the crowd. “Thank you, ladies. My name is Sam and it has been a pleasure to dance for you all this evening. Before I go, I have one more treat for our bride-to-be. Let me get completely dressed and I’ll tell you all about the fun we’re going to have, ladies.”

The stripper stuffs his thong covered groin back in a pair of jeans and throws on a new black t-shirt from the duffle bag he brought with him. Once he has his shoes on, he walks over to Avery and sits her back down on the chair in the middle of the room and removes her handcuffs.

“Now, ladies. Our little bride-to-be is going to have a little more fun. I am going to take this here blindfold,” he bends down and removes a blindfold from his bag of tricks and starts to cover Avery’s eyes, “and cover up her beautiful blue eyes. Can you see me, Avery?”

“Nope,” she slurs.

“Then we’re all ready to go. Our bachelorette here is now going to strip me – blindfolded – and give all of you ladies a great show!”

“Oh, no. No way!”

“Come on, Avery! You can do it,” Holly cheers her on from her position next to me. While the stripper goes about trying to convince Avery to strip him, Holly leans over and whispers in my ear, “Watch this. You won’t want to miss this!”