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The limo had taken us to happy hour and then to this place.

The Show.

That’s what it was called apparently. To keep an air of respectability about the place most likely. But I’d known as we walked through the lobby. This was a strip club for women.

There was nothing respectable about it.

The walls were lined with posters of men. Large, muscly men. They were almost naked. I lowered my eyes, afraid to look.

It’s not that I disliked looking at good-looking men. And from what I saw out of the corner of my eye these were. Very, very good-looking. It’s just that… somehow…they were
extra naked.

Maybe it was the oil. Or the teeny tiny things covering their private areas. Or the sunglasses. Something about a mostly naked man in sunglasses was alarming to me.

It’s not like we were at the beach.

Even at the beach, I knew I would find all those aggressively carved muscles unsettling. I’d never even known someone built that way. Well, just one. But that was so long ago.

I felt dizzy at the thought of him. I groaned, looking around for the exit. Enough was enough. It was time to go home.

I tried to turn around and walk out but the girls held my elbows, boxing me in as they marched me the lobby. I was being held hostage. There was no escape.

“Oh no, you are not going anywhere!”

“You guys. I am not feeling well… I really don’t think…”

They ignored me completely as we stood in line. Katey stated drunkenly singing ‘here comes the bride’ and I shushed her. But it was too late. Everyone was staring at us.

Shari snickered and paid for the tickets. Fifty dollars each. I groaned. I couldn’t very well make a run for it now, could I? They’d just bought my ticket as well. And it’s not like any of my girlfriends were rich.

I resigned myself to the inevitable. Maybe if I was lucky they’d put us in the back. I could sneak out to the bathroom once the lights went out.

We stood there for a couple of minutes before we were ushered inside by an extremely muscular man. His blond hair was in a ponytail. He wore very tight looking pants and a vest. He showed us to our seats. Right at the very front of the stage.
 

Oh no.

This could not get any worse.

But it did.

It got so, so much worse.
 

The girls ordered more drinks. Shari flirted with the blond waiter. At least someone was having a good time. Heck, Shari could have a good time at the dentist’s office. Or a convention. For bank tellers.

“Keep ‘em coming. And make sure she gets special treatment.”

“Bride?”

She giggled and nodded. I saw the blond giant wink at her. I felt dread settle in the pit of my stomach. What the heck were they up to? Nothing good, I was sure of it.

The lights faded and I sunk into my seat, hoping to avoid notice.

Suddenly the room got quiet. Very, very quiet. Then the lights came up again. The music started pumping. And the men came out.
 

My mouth was dry as I stared at them. They were perfect specimens. All of them in their own way. Big, strong, strapping.

And they were taking their clothes off.

Just a little at first. A suspender. A hat. But then they reached down in unison and tore their pants away.

For a minute I thought I might faint.

I barely noticed as the waiter came back and set our drinks down. I didn’t even blink as a cold glass was pressed into my hand. I was staring at him. The lead dancer who stood center stage.

He was clearly the star.

His sunglasses obscured his eyes but his face was gorgeous- beautiful even. But not in a feminine way. No, he was all man.

Especially his- I looked away finally, realizing that I was staring at the very obvious bulge in his skimpy underpants. If you could even call them that.

Actually, that was insulting to underpants.

This was a little scrap of fabric. Like a washcloth. Or a handkerchief.

I could almost see his… manly part… it was huge. It moved with every twist and turn of his body. Then the lights changed and he was gone.

I realized I was holding a drink and wrapped my lips around the straw. The cold fruity slush was heavily spiked. I felt a wave of dizziness come over me again.

The MC came onto the stage and welcomed the crowd. He named all the dancers, including one he called Candy, It made me laugh a little. What a silly name for one of those big, oversexed guys.
 

It reminded me of him too.

Chandler.

The girls back home called him Candy. I’d been too innocent to understand why. But now that I was older, I had a much better idea.

It wasn’t because he was sweet.

I shook my head, dispelling the memory. That was so long ago. I would never make a fool of myself like that again.

The MC was still talking, laying down the ground rules. No flash photography. No videos. Then he leaned towards our table and grinned.

“I would say no touching ladies, but that wouldn’t be any fun now would it?”

He winked and the lights went out again.

The lights came up and a guy wearing a cowboy outfit came out. He really hammed it up, posing and dancing for the crowd. Now I was laughing, it was so over the top. Eventually he took almost everything off. I stared at the floor, embarrassed by the bare bottom that was shaking right in front of our faces.

After that the MC came back out and joked with the crowd. I was starting to relax a little bit, even have some fun. Each dancer who came out had a different theme.

It was cheesy but once I got past the nudity, it was kind of fun. They were just being playful with the crowd. Every now and then one would come into the crowd and interact with a few of the women. So far, I’d avoided any contact.

Shari had not.

She was giggling as yet another dancer straddled her, rubbing his half naked body onto her. I had a strong suspicion she would be covered in glitter when we left. And she’d smell like tanning oil.

Pina colada scented.

I rolled my eyes and tried to find the waiter to bring me water. I was thirsty and the only thing to drink was yet another fruity cocktail. I was looking around for him when the MC said something that caught my attention.

“So, I hear we have a bride to be in the audience?”

I froze, afraid to look up. When I did, he was staring right at me.
 

Oh no.
 

Oh please God no.

“We have something special for you tonight.”

As he spoke a man came out on stage. He didn’t have any glitter on his body. He didn’t need it.

He still wore his aviator sunglasses. Other than that he just wore jeans and a tank top.
 

I had a very strong feeling he would not be wearing them for long.

The clothes, not the sunglasses.

It was him. The dancer from the beginning. The hottest one.

The star of the show.

And he was coming straight for me.

My heart was beating like a drum. I didn’t notice the other dancers coming up behind me. My chair was lifted up into the air. I screamed, holding on for dear life. Around me the crowd was going crazy. I closed my eyes as they lowered the chair onto the stage.

The music started. It was a slow, sexy song. The kind you heard in a movie when the two main characters were about to make love.

Big, strong warm hands came down on my shoulders. They held me in place. It was a good thing too, because I was ready to run screaming from the theater. If I could have made myself move.

His breath fanned my ear as he spoke.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Chapter Three

Chandler

I’d waited patiently while they carried the bachelorette onto the stage. This was the highlight of the show. The finale. Some lucky girl was about to get her mind blown.

I felt an unusual sense of anticipation as I looked her over. I actually felt myself getting turned on. This was going to be a treat for both of us.
 

She was absolutely gorgeous.

Usually I’m just grinding up on bored housewives. This girl was young and pretty, beautiful even. Her body was incredible, even with that prissy little cardigan covering her up. Nothing could disguise those curves. Or the tiny waist. Or the long legs. Or the silky blond hair. Or her soft, flawless skin.
 

Her face was classically beautiful from what I could tell. Perfect really. I just couldn’t see her eyes. They were closed tightly as the other guys lowered the chair to stage.

She looked nervous already. I laughed. She should be. She had no idea how real things were about to get.

This was going to be fun.

I started behind her. I pressed my cock into her back and ran my fingers through her hair.
 
I leaned down and sniffed her neck, pressing a light kiss there.

Jesus, she smelled good.

My dick jumped in my jeans.

That was good. The ladies loved to see the dancers with a semi. Or more.

And I always aimed to please.

I slid my hands down her arms, looking down at her. Such a pretty little thing. Her fingers gripped the edge of her seat for dear life.

The poor girl looked terrified. But I loved it. There is nothing better than dancing up on a prude.

I’d have her begging for more by the end of the song.

And it was very, very long song.

I was about to give her the experience of a lifetime. I was going to pull out all the stops. I was going to make this girl cum with this lap dance. Right here. Right now.

I decided to go right for the bump and grind. No dancing. It was time to push her prim little skirt up and rub my cock all over her. It’s what they all expected when they came to a place like this. What they wanted.
 

Even if they didn’t want to admit it to themselves.

I faced her, my back to the audience. I did a little dance as I pulled my shirt off. I glanced over my shoulder and tossed it to the crowd while they screamed. Then I shimmied my jeans over my hips and very slowly, bent over to push them down.

The ladies loved a good ass shot.

I knelt in front of the girl. Her eyes were still closed. I started to feel a little bit guilty. I learned in and whispered to her again.

“It’s okay, we’re just going to have fun. Just relax.”

Her eyes opened as I gripped her thighs, gently pressing them open to pull her against me.

Aquamarine. The brightest blue green eyes I’ve even seen.

I froze. So did she. We stared into each others eyes for a heartbeat. Her cherry red lips opened and I could see those perfect white teeth. Slightly bucked in the most adorable way.

The most adorably
familiar
way.

Caro.

“Chan?”

Her breath was fresh. Overly sweet from the fruity cocktails she’s been drinking. I was in shock. But not in a bad way. In a good way. A very, very good way.

Oh, this was fucking perfect.

The most beautiful girl I’d ever met was splayed open for me, her creamy thighs under my eager hands. Carolina Murphy. The bane of my existence back home. She’d looked down her nose at me ever since the first day of Sunday School when we were five. She’d ignored me when I tried to get her attention in elementary school. She had led me on a merry chase by the time we were in high school.

Then finally, one warm summer night before she left for college, she’d given me a taste of her lips.

One taste.

It was not even close to being enough.

And then she’d cut me out completely. Poof. She was gone. I’d left too. But not for college, For this place.

Miami.
 

The Show.

Now she was here. On my turf. And she was 100% at my mercy.

Nobody iced me out that way. Nobody.

I was going to get my revenge. My sweet, sweet revenge. I was going to show Little Miss Perfect what she’d missed out on all those years ago.

Oh, it’s on.

“Yes Princess, it’s me. Hold on tight.”

I grinned at the shocked look on her gorgeous face. Then I lifted her up, wrapping those creamy thighs around my hips. My semi became a full blown hard on in less than a second. She gasped as I lowered her to the ground.

Then I went to work.

She was squirming a bit, trying to avoid pressing against me. I almost laughed. That was not the way these dances worked. I was about to dry hump her into oblivion.

I let my hands slide up and down her sides. Soothing, not startling her. I had a wild, precious creature on my hands and I wasn’t about to give it a chance to get away.

Not on my watch.

Not on my life.

Not again.

She stilled beneath me, staring up at me in awe. In that instant I knew I had her. I had a split second of guilt at taking advantage of such a pristine young woman. Carolina was as pure as the driven snow.

She was the quintessential good girl.

She taught Sunday School for Christ’s sake.

She was saving herself for marriage.

Everyone knew that.

Nobody knew that better than I.

But it didn’t matter.

At this moment, she was mine.

At this moment, I owned her.

I started to grind into her, my cock taking the lead.

One. The first thrust felt like heaven.

Two. My cock found her softness, and pressed in as far as it could go.

Three. I groaned as my body took over completely. The audience disappeared. The lights.

All that was there was the beat of the music.

And her.

My beautiful Caro.

Again and again I drove forward. Circling my cock against her thin cotton panties. I felt my blood surge. My balls felt heavy. My chest scraped against her breasts with each thrust. My whole body was awake and alive.

We might as well have been naked.

We might as well have been fucking.

We
were
fucking.

She whimpered suddenly and I heard her whisper “Chan… please…”

She wasn’t asking me to stop.

I did anyway.

I needed more. I was going to fuck her, just not here. Not like this. She deserved more than that.