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Jayne went over to the men and, of course, she had to sample them all by rubbing their muscles and making sure they were aware of the rules of not engaging the women who weren’t interested in it. I overheard them agreeing to get permission before they touched anyone, but that they could dance in front of anyone as long as there was no contact.
I was a good sport and allowed one of my old coworkers, Joanie, to put me in a chair in the middle of the room and blindfold me.
“Oh, my God,” I said anxiously anticipating what would happen next as I waited for the dancers to begin.
“Tameka, are you okay with this?” Kemara checked.
I nodded slowly, and the music switched over to Ginuwine’s “Pony.” Before I knew anything, I was whisked out of my chair with my legs wrapped around a very tall man’s waist, and his sensual movements had me simulating riding his pony. His rippling muscles could be felt grinding against my stomach as he wrapped my legs around him and took off the blindfold. He was indeed the super tall, dark chocolate guy, and his handsome face, complimented by piercing grey eyes, made him look absolutely yummy.
“Owww!” I yelled as he rotated my body around until my hands were on his legs and my bottom was in the air. “No!!” I screamed for him to stop as he pretended to kiss my backside before sliding me to the floor where Mr. Vanilla caught me and flipped me to my feet. He helped me back to my chair and started a strip tease that had all of the women, minus Kemara, calling for him to come their way. Well, all of the women that weren’t occupied by the other four dancers.
Alise walked back in the room, looking as if she’d seen a ghost when she saw what was going on with the dancers. I scanned the room for Bruiser, and he was back in the corner adjusting his collar as he bit down on his bottom lip and watched Alise. I didn’t get a chance to ask her what happened outside, but their energy left little unsaid. It was a high-key energy that obviously wasn’t picked up on by Mr. Vanilla who laid eyes on Alise, and she immediately became his target.
Mr. Vanilla started rolling his hips filled with seduction as he made his way over to Alise. She tried to look away, so he wouldn’t come her way, but it was too late. He had her in his crosshairs.
Alise glanced at the man and giggled at his dance moves, and he took her laughter as an invitation to get closer to her. The music switched over to “Mine” by Bazzi, and I couldn’t help but notice the shift between Alise and Mr. Vanilla. They were giving each other all types of sexual energy.
My attention was swept away to Mr. Stocky as he lay flat on his stomach, snaking toward me. When he reached me, he slid my sandals off and began rubbing my feet, giving me a foot massage that was good enough to give him my next paycheck.
I relaxed in my seat and began to think about Jeb as Tank’s “When We…” started wafting from the speakers. Mr. Stocky looked up at me and smiled as he caressed my feet, and I closed my eyes to remember Jeb’s smile just as a commotion broke out.
“That’s enough of that! Back away from her,” Bruiser’s voice boomed through the room and the music halted. “What do you think you’re doing, Alise?” he growled, turning his ire to Alise.
I looked over to see one of Mr. Vanilla’s hands on Alise’s leg that was raised in the air as she sat on the chair. Thankfully, she was wearing jeans, or all of her goodies would have been exposed in the position he had her in.
“You need to back off Bru—” Alise started talking to Bruiser, but Mr. Vanilla stood up and butted in.
“Who are you, her bodyguard?”
“Actually, he is a party pooper,” Alise said.
“Let’s go, Alise. You’re trying to piss me off,” Bruiser said as he took her by the hand and guided her out of the seat.
“I don’t need you to stand up! My legs work fine on their own!” She rose out of her seat and marched toward the door as if she were a child on punishment being pulled out of a party by their parents.
I walked after her. “Alise, are you okay? What’s going on? Why is Bruiser acting like that about the dancer?” I would have asked Bruiser, but with the way they’d been acting toward each other, it felt like this was more than a bodyguard vs. client situation. “Are you two…?”
“No! We’re not involved in that way.”
“We’re not?” Bruiser asked, stepping in front of her and grabbing her by the neck before he lowered his mouth onto hers, and his lips were all over hers with enough force to leave them bruised.
I gasped, feeling as if I should do something to help her get him off of her, until her hands grasped at his shirt and pulled him closer. She kissed him back, opening her mouth to deepen their tongue embrace. They stood there kissing as I walked back inside, now looking as if I was the one who’d seen a ghost.
“What was that about?” Jayne asked after fighting her way away from Mr. Vanilla who obviously had moved on and found another victim for his sensual assaults.
“Bruiser. Alise… They’re…”
“You don’t even have to say it. Those two are definitely getting it on,” Jayne said and turned around looking for one of the dancers. “Mr. Vanilla, get back over here and finish what you started,” she yelled over the music that had restarted with another Tank hit, “Dirty.”
I laughed as I watched everyone enjoy themselves. Kemara had made it clear she didn’t want anyone to touch her, but she did look as if she was amused by the festivities. I went to sit beside Kemara, taking her hand into mine to appreciate the moment with my sister. I thought about how much I loved her and all of my closest friends who seemed to be enjoying themselves to the fullest, and the fact that they were happy about my happiness made the night even sweeter.
***
Jeb
One More Night
I sat in my hotel room after a full night of celebrating. Channing and Bruiser really outdid themselves for my bachelor party, though Bruiser left right before the party kicked off saying he had to go check on Alise to make sure she was safe.
