THREE

Jon raised his shot glass and sloppily pushed it against the others.  With the brisk movement a little of the amber liquid sloshed over the rim onto his hand.  He grinned goofily, not caring.  He tossed the whiskey into his throat, then winced as he felt it burn its way down to his gut.

He was probably gonna regret shooting whiskey with Danny.  He usually did.  But right now he didn’t care.  It was a fucking Bachelor Party.

Inverting the empty glass on the table beside the others, Jon turned to look toward the pink neon sign that marked the entrance to the restrooms.  He blinked as it took a minute for his eyes to focus.  His lips curved into a pout as he saw no sign of Cate.

“Dude, stop looking for your Woman.”  Brandon wrapped an arm around Jon’s shoulders and grinned boozily.  “She gave you a fuckin’ Kitchen Pass, Man.  Enjoy it, for fuck’s sake!” 

Jon nodded and smirked back at Brandon.  “Fuck yeah.  I am.  Just hope she’s okay.”  He giggled as he heard the little slur in his speech, his eyes dropping to the collection of empty shot glasses on the table.  “Drinkin’ a lot.”

“She ain’t.”  Troy nodded at Cate’s nearly-empty soda glass.  “Said she’s gotta be the sober one.”

Jon frowned at the glass, realizing Cate’s last two beverages had been Diet Cokes.  Maybe they weren’t spiked with rum, as he had assumed.

His head swiveled back toward the restroom.  Whatever she was drinking, Cate sure had to pee a lot.  This was her third trip to the restroom in an hour.

“WHOOOOOAAAA!!!!”  Jon’s attention was diverted by the outcry of his seatmates, followed by raucous laughter.  Turning around, he saw the source of the men’s amusement.

Settling onto Danny’s lap were twin blonde bombshells sporting white tulle veils and not much else.  Body glitter sparkled on the two pairs well-enhanced naked breasts that sandwiched Danny’s grinning ruddy face.

Jon laughed loudly, throwing out his own lewd comments along with the others.  He grinned widely as he watched a spotlight illuminate Danny and his companions while the stage announcer proclaimed his fate and offered his condolences.

Raising his hand in acknowledgement of the applause following his “outing,” Danny helped the dancers from his lap and stood.  He downed the last of his drink, then waggled his eyebrows at his buddies before allowing the Naughty Brides to lead him away from the booth.

“Don’t think we’ll be seeing him for awhile.”  Jon chortled to Brandon, picking up his wine glass.  He made a face as his mouthful of pinot mingled with the bitter whiskey aftertaste.  Forcing himself to swallow, Jon set the glass back on the table and pushed it away.

“Yeah, Lucky Fuck.” Brandon laughed.  He reached up to scratch at his head, causing his wig to slip sideways.  “Sonofabitch,” Brandon muttered as his hand tangled in the long blonde tresses as he tried to correct the tilt.

Jon giggled and leaned back against the seat, watching amusedly as Brandon battled with his wig.  “Hair’s a fuckin’ pain in the ass,” he observed.  “You look like fuckin’ Cousin Itt in that thing.”

“Yeah, well… you’re one to talk there, Polamalu.”

“Hello, Handsome.”

Jon started at the sexy purr next to his ear.  It took a second for him to realize that the voice wasn’t familiar.  It certainly wasn’t Cate’s.

Slowly he turned his head.  His lips parted in a silent gasp as he found himself staring into a pair of glittering green eyes.  Jon blinked, then a smirk curved his lips as he recognized the sexy brunette dancer Cate had tipped earlier.

“Where’s your sexy Lover?”

“Ladies room.”

“Mmmm.  She left you all alone here, huh?”  The brunette moved closer, her breasts pressing against Jon’s arm.  “That’s a shame.”

Jon chuckled.  He knew this game.  “Ain’t it though?”

“Tell you what, Lover.”  The dancer reached up to rest the tip of her index finger against the little cleft in Jon’s chin.  “Why don’t you come with me, let me take care of you while your lovely lady is… indisposed.”

Jon winced slightly at his Pavlovian surge of lust in response her invitation.   “Well Darlin’… I don’t think so.  Thanks, though.”

She pulled a sexy pout.  “What’s the matter?  Afraid she won’t approve?”

Jon shook his head slowly.  “No.”  He swallowed hard as he felt a hand high on his thigh.  “I just… no thank you.”

“Raven.”

“What?”  Jon’s brow furrowed slightly.

“No thank you, Raven.  That’s my name.  And you are… John.  Yes?”

Jon’s eyes widened slightly at his name.  Did she recognize him, even under this disguise?  He had been careful all night to keep his wig and glasses in place…

“I have something for you, John.”  Raven smiled and pulled back just a bit.  She raised her hand, a small rectangle of folded paper held daintily between her thumb and forefinger.

Confused, Jon automatically reached for the note.  His fingers fumbled a bit as he unfolded the paper.  He held it up close to his face, trying to read the familiar handwriting in the dim club lighting.  It took him almost a minute of squinting  at the words before his fuzzy brain deciphered them.

John -

Go with Raven. 

Trust Me.

xoxo - C

Jon’s eyes widened as the words sunk in.  Then he exhaled softly in relief.  So that’s how the dancer knew his name.  She didn’t recognize him, she had read the note.  A little smirk curved his lips as Jon noticed Cate had written his given name on the little piece of paper, so as not to blow his cover.

He raised his gaze to Raven and found her smiling invitingly.  “A beautiful woman, your wife,” she purred throatily.  “Strong.  Secure.” 

She leaned in close, brushing aside the dark curls covering Jon’s ear.  “She wants you to enjoy tonight,” Raven whispered before lightly tracing the shell of Jon’s ear with her tongue.

Jon’s eyes drifted closed as he groaned softly.  He felt his cock surge lustily at the sexy dancer’s command.

“Come with me.”

Raven wrapped her hand over Jon’s and slipped gracefully off the seat, tugging for him to follow.   All he could do was nod and comply.  As he departed the table Jon heard a chorus of boozy laughter from the remaining guys.  He didn’t look back.

Silently Jon followed Raven up the steps to the top level of the showroom, then along the back wall.  When they reached a set of black double doors Raven punched a code on an electronic keypad before turning the handle.  Though Jon had never visited the Cheetah’s VIP room before, he knew exactly where they were going.  All Gentlemen’s Clubs had similar accommodations for ultra-private dances.

“Raven…” Jon hesitated before a second door.  He didn’t feel right about following this dangerously sexy woman into a private room, knowing his wife was out in the club.  Even if she did give him written permission to do it.

The exotic brunette turned to face Jon, moving close enough that her nipples brushed his chest.  “John.  Trust her,” she repeated softly.  Raven smiled seductively, then stepped back and turned the knob.

Jon took a deep breath and entered the VIP lounge.  When the door closed behind him the pulsing bassline thump of the the Club’s showroom music went silent.  Automatically Jon’s brow arched as he realized this room was soundproofed to ensure there were no distractions once the private party began. 

Jon felt Raven move up close behind him as scanned the room.  It was elegantly but minimally furnished :  a curved black leather sectional flanked by a pair of chrome-and-glass low tables was the room’s focus.  A pair of modern-styled deep leather armchairs faced the sofa across a zebra-print rug. 

A black leather-and-chrome bar sat in one corner, an assortment of libations standing at the ready beside clean glassware and an ice bucket.  In another corner, a small stage with a lighted pole glowed with soft violet light.  The illumination was magnified by the mirrored walls, filling the room with a cool, sultry luminescence.    A skyward glance confirmed what Jon suspected:  even the ceiling was covered with mirrored tile. 

This was clearly a room where any fantasy could be indulged.

“Make yourself comfortable.”  Raven’s voice was soft next to his ear before he felt her move away.  Jon turned his head to watch her as she strolled over to the bar, her nearly-nude form elegant in the room’s sultry light.   Again his cock surged as he was momentarily hypnotized by the sway of her perfect ass.  She turned and smiled at his obvious admiration.  “Wine?”

Jon tried to answer but couldn’t find his voice.  So he nodded.  Raven smiled and waved a delicate hand toward the sectional.  “Sit.”

Jon pulled in a deep breath, held it for a second, then slowly blew it out.  He felt his fuzzy head clear slightly with the hit of oxygen.  A little smile curved his mouth as he fingered the note that was still clutched in his hand.  Dropping his head, he unfolded the crumpled piece of paper and read it again.

She never ceased to amaze him.

Okay, Baby…. he  thought.  I’m just gonna go with it....

A little shake of his head made Jon’s thick fake curls swish around his face.  He chuckled quietly as he wandered over to the sectional, then eased himself down onto the soft leather.   He took off the light-tinted circle-lensed glasses he had worn all night and tossed them on the nearest table.  They clattered quietly against the glass.

Raven turned away from the bar, a fresh glass of wine in her hand.  She paused for a long moment, pushing her breasts forward and arching her back in her best alluring pose.  She smiled as she felt Jon’s gaze slide hungrily over her body, lingering for a long moment on her perfect breasts before dropping to her tiny g-string.

She watched him as he evaluated her.  Raven could tell he was handsome, even under the crazy disguise.  He had high, angular cheekbones and sexy little dimples when he smiled.  His teeth were perfect, almost too perfect.  When she had brushed her finger over his chin she had almost gasped at how soft his skin was, even under the light sandy stubble.

And he was older.  The lines around his mouth gave him away.  Raven was sure there would be little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, behind those now-discarded shades and under that wig.  The silvery fur that shone against his well-formed chest was another hint to John’s maturity.  So were his hands, lined and calloused but butter-soft, like his face.

Raven felt her heart beat a little faster as she remembered her instructions.  She had been a Vegas exotic dancer for some time, and she had indulged many fantasies.  Occasionally she had one like this, which she was happy to accommodate.  She found it sexily romantic to entertain a couple.

Especially one that tipped this well.

“So.”  Raven’s voice was low and silky as she moved, rolling her hips slowly as she strolled over to her evening’s Special Client.  “What kind of music do you like, John?”  She chortled quietly.  “A little GNR, perhaps?”

Jon snorted as he took the wine glass from her outstretched hand.  “I like all kinds of music,” he answered evasively.  He took a swallow from the glass, then set it on the table.  He raised his eyes to meet hers.  “What do you like?”

“Different stuff.  Depends on my mood.”  She moved closer to Jon, her lips curving into a smirk as his leather-clad legs automatically widened for her to step in between them. 

“What kind of mood are you in?”  Jon’s voice was low and husky, a honeyed growl.

Raven’s smirk turned devilish as her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in Jon’s pants.  She blinked slowly, then raised her eyes to his.  “Naughty.”

Jon swallowed hard at her response, momentarily rattled.  Trust me…  He could practically hear Cate’s voice in his ear.

“So what kind of music do you listen to when you’re feeling… naughty?”  Jon’s voice cracked slightly at the last word.

Raven chuckled sexily.  “Something I can dance to.  You know, good ol’ bump-and-grind rock and roll.”  She dropped one hand to her side, and Jon noticed a tiny stereo remote in her fingers.  “You don’t have any requests?”

Jon leaned back against the leather cushions, his ass slipping a bit against the seat as he stretched out his legs.  He grinned invitingly.  “Whatever works for you, Baby.”  He let his hands rest on his thighs, ready for the show to begin.

“Well, can’t go wrong with some of your 80’s pals,” Raven giggled softly, nodding at Jon’s costume.  She pointed the remote behind her and touched a button, her eyes never leaving Jon’s.  “Some of the best stripper music came from that era.”  She tossed the remote onto the table next to Jon’s glasses.

“Amen,” Jon laughed.  Then he almost choked when he heard the fade-in of pounding drumbeats and the chorus of familiar voices shouting HEY!  Jon squeezed his eyes closed to hide his surprise, praying Raven wouldn’t notice his involuntary little grimace.  He took a deep breath and eased his eyes open to find the dancer smiling sexily down at him, her hands cupping her breasts as she slowly rolled her hips, waiting for the music to kick in.

Jon grinned back at her as his dick gave another urgent twitch.  He chuckled dirtily, wondering what Cate would say when he told her about Raven’s musical selection.  “Mmmm…  You know, my wife loves this band.”

Raven gave Jon a coy smirk as she undulated slowly in front of him.  “Who doesn’t?  They kick ass.”  She chuckled huskily, then looked Jon in the eye as she mouthed the intro along with the singer.

If you want to free your body

You gotta free your mind

C’mon….

Check this out

Jon couldn’t stop a soft groan as he watched Raven’s dark nipples slip between her splayed fingers.  His cock throbbed in reaction.  Automatically he opened his mouth in preparation to sing the first verse, then quickly clamped it shut, remembering he was in disguise.  The last thing he needed was for Raven to figure out who he really was while she gyrated on his lap to his own song.

Raven gave Jon a devilish smile as the music kicked in.  Dropping her hands from her breasts, she widened her stance and gave three fierce hip-checks along with the powerful downbeats before  snapping her head back, sending her hair tumbling down her bare back and her breasts thrusting forward.  She heard Jon’s soft swear of admiration at her artistic interpretation of the music.

Raven chortled softly and pulled her head forward.  Continuing to keep the beat with her hips, she raised her arms, scooping her hair into her hands and pulling it into a messy pile on her head.  She slowly revolved in a circle in front of Jon, her hips rolling rhythmically.  Jon’s eyes followed the tiny red string that circled her hips, mesmerized by her movement.

“Jesus, Darlin’…”  Jon shifted uncomfortably on the couch as his dick pressed hard against his fly.  “You’re… good.”

“Thank you, John.”  Raven finished her revolution and dropped her arms.  Her long, thick hair cascaded down over her breasts.  She gave Jon a devilish smirk as she moved closer between his legs, until her shins pressed against the couch.  “This song makes me hot.  Such dirty, dirty words…  It really just makes me want a good… hard…. Fuck.”

Raven chuckled evilly as she saw Jon’s lower lip disappear between his teeth at her words.  He was getting good and excited now.  Still giving little hip-rolls in time with the music, Raven leaned forward.  She braced her hands on the back of the couch on either side of Jon’s head, her chest dropping toward his face and her silky hair sliding forward over her shoulders.  Hearing his sharp intake of breath, she smiled.  “Relax, John.  Enjoy.”

Jon groaned again as Raven’s round breasts hovered just inches away from his mouth.  His hands clenched against his thighs as they itched to reach up and fondle the twin mounds, to guide her dusky nipples into his mouth.  His dick screamed loudly in protest of his self-restraint, surging hard against his fly.

Jesus Christ, what the hell was he doing in here?  What the fuck was Cate doing, talking him into this?  He had to get out of here, to find his wife and get to that damned limo or some dark corner.

“Raven…” he groaned.

“Relax,” she repeated.  “Enjoy.”  With a little giggle she snatched the top hat from atop Jon’s wig and placed it on her head.  In another swift and graceful move she climbed up onto the leather sofa and paused on her knees, straddling Jon’s lap.   Hastily Jon pulled his hands away as her bronzed thighs settled onto his leather-clad quads.  As if restraining themselves, his hands automatically balled into fists and braced against the sofa cushion, next to his hips.

 Sitting back and pulling her chest away from Jon’s face, Raven gave him a sassy grin.  “Nice hat.”  She reached up to tug the brim lower over her eye.

Jon couldn’t help but grin at her antic, even as he gritted his teeth with his resolve to control himself.  He wasn’t going to give in to his urge to touch Raven or himself, even though his cock was screaming for contact.  He had been honest in his earlier declaration to his wife, that he was the model of restraint.  Even with an almost-naked woman riding his thighs to a song that still gave him a hard-on every time he performed it.

Raven smiled as she watched Jon’s expression, seeing his internal conflict raging.  She could clearly see his desire to touch her, to fully engage in this erotic little lap dance his wife had arranged.  But he was acting exactly as his wife had predicted, much to his credit. 


We’ll see how long that lasts, Raven thought with an evil smirk.  She scooted forward on Jon’s lap and began to grind slowly against his crotch.  She chuckled softly as she saw his blue eyes squeeze shut.

Raven saw the flash of reflected light out of the corner of her eye.  Thanks to the mirrored walls she didn’t have to turn around to watch the door to the room open and close.  She smirked, seeing that she and her client were no longer alone. 

Ignoring the Visitor for the moment, Raven sang along with the chorus, rocking in time on Jon’s lap as she watched his shadowed face for his response.

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

All you gotta do is…

Feeling the Visitor’s presence at her back, Raven ducked her head so her lips were close to Jon’s ear.  “Watch me, John,” she commanded. 

She chuckled as she saw his gleaming blue eyes open under the dense overhang of black curls.  Then she then pulled the top hat from her head and dropped it on the floor, tossing her head to flip her hair back over a shoulder.  Raven leaned to her side, clearing Jon’s line of vision and revealing the presence of their visitor.

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise, his entire body automatically tensing though he knew he had done nothing wrong.  “Baby…” he gasped hoarsely.

Cate smirked at Jon, her eyes glittering a deep midnight blue in the sultry violet light.  She settled into the leather armchair across from Jon, slowly crossing one stockinged and stilettoed leg over the other.  She gave Raven a sexy smile when the dancer looked back over her shoulder.

“Mind if I watch?”