TWO

“Sullivan.”  Cate smiled at the buxom, scantily-clad hostess.  “Bachelor Party.”

“Welcome to Cheetah’s, Gentlemen.”  The tall blonde smiled warmly at the crazily-dressed group clustered behind the striking auburn-haired woman.  “And Lady.”  She nodded at the person clearly in charge of the pack.

The Hostess chuckled at the mens’ attire as she checked for the reservation.  In her two years at Cheetah’s she had seen a lot of strange things.  This didn’t even register on the crazy-scale.    “I see we have a theme party tonight,” she commented as she tapped the screen on her podium.

Cate smiled.  “That’s right.  Something a little different.”

“And which of these Rock Stars is the Betrothed?”  The blonde again raised her coy smile to the men.

Other than the little smirk that curved her crimson-painted lips Cate ignored the quick intake of breath behind her.  Not ACTUAL Rock Star, you egomaniac, she thought.  But she couldn’t resist…

“It would be Mister ‘Bon Jovi,’ here.”  Cate grinned and turned to tug Danny forward beside her.  “He’s the Condemned Man of the Evening.”

The hostess laughed huskily at Cate’s introduction, taking in the Bachelor’s outlandish attire.  She was far too young to recall seeing Bon Jovi with long hair, but she had watched old YouTube videos.  This guy’s costume looked a lot like what she had seen there.

“Oh, so I see.  Welcome, Mister Bon Jovi.  It is truly our pleasure to serve you this evening.”

Cate flinched slightly at the light smack on her leather-clad ass.  A soft throaty chuckle preceded Jon’s barely audible growl from beneath his disguise.  “Minx.”  He accented his scold with a bold squeeze of Cate’s cheek, under her skirt.  

“Congratulations, Sir, on your upcoming Big Day.  Tomorrow?”  The Hostess turned on the charm for Danny, giving him a sexy smile.

“Yeah.”  Danny grinned back at her, a little more widely than usual thanks to the tequila shots he and the Boys had downed first at the hotel, then in the limo during the ride over.  “Tomorrow.  The ol’ Ball and Chain.”

His fake complaint brought a chorus of moans and groans from Danny’s entourage.  The Hostess chuckled again, used to the routine.  “Well, Gentlemen, I think we’ll be able to provide you with a night to remember... or to deny."  She smirked.  "A fitting send-off to your Bachelor Days, Mister… er… Bon Jovi.” 

The Hostess turned away from the group to address the exotic, scantily-clad brunette who had appeared at her side.  “Asia, please escort these Gentlemen and Lady to the VIP table.”

“Certainly.”  Asia’s silky coo immediately commanded the men’s attention.  Cate chuckled to herself and stood aside to let her charges pass.  She noticed every pair of eyes was glued to the tiny bedazzled hotpants barely concealing the brunette's shapely derriere as she sashayed into the club.   

Cate couldn’t resist giving Jon’s ass a gentle grope as he shuffled past her, the last in line.  She could barely see his lips curve into a wicked smirk under the mop of dark curls curtaining his face.

“You Bad Girl,” Jon muttered, leaning close as he passed.

Cate giggled softly.  “Just like you like me, Baby.”

“Fuck, yeah.”  Jon captured Cate’s hand in his, tugging gently for her to follow.  He spoke quietly as they strolled into the club’s main room, just loud enough for Cate to hear over the pulsing music . “But you’re gonna get me busted if you keep that shit up.”

Cate leaned close and buried her lips in Jon’s curls, somewhere in the vicinity of his ear.  “Not a chance, Baby.”

They followed the group through the Cheetah’s main lounge, skirting the top of the tiered levels that surrounded the runway and dance floor.  Six topless women gyrated enticingly on the polished surface, several executing acrobatic feats on neon-lit poles.  Spaced throughout the room, single-pole mini-stages featured more nubile women performing solo dances.

Asia led the party down a subtly-lit set of stairs to a plush banquette at the side of the main stage.  A runway extended from the stage to the booth’s wide oval-shaped table, from which a shiny chrome pole jutted upward to the ceiling.  A lower counter curved around the dance floor/tabletop and was set with glasses, ashtrays, and bottles of champagne chilling in silver buckets.  As the men piled into the booth a friendly platinum-blonde stripper strutted over to welcome them.

Cate stood back from the table and watched the men settle themselves before turning to Asia.  “Any charges come to me,” she instructed quietly.  “Whatever these guys want, they get.  Don’t accept any money from any of them.  Especially the Bachelor.” 

Cate pointed to Danny, who was grinning ear-to-ear as his brother laid a stack of bills in front of him.  “Well, except for tips, of course,” Cate amended herself with a chuckle.

“Yes, Miss.”  Asia replied demurely.  She had learned long ago to treat the female patrons of Cheetah’s with extra respect.  They were often the ones who gave the best tips, especially when they accompanied their boyfriends or husbands.  The pretty brunette smiled.  “Are you related to the Groom?”

“I’m the Best Man.” Cate smiled amusedly at the confusion that flickered momentarily in Asia’s expression.  “He’s my best friend, has been for years,” she explained more fully.  “Closer than a brother.”

“That’s nice.”  Asia glanced again at Danny, smiling more genuinely before returning her gaze to the Cate.  “As you can see, we have the service you requested laid out; is there anything else I can get you before your evening begins?”

Cate slipped her hand into the small purse that dangled at her hip and withdrew a folded trio of hundred-dollar bills.  She handed them discretely to the pretty brunette, partially turning her back to the table so the men couldn’t see the transaction.

“Yes, there is something else you can do for me.  Later we will require some ‘private attention’ for the Bachelor.” 

Asia chuckled softly.  Lap dances were a customary bachelor party activity.  “Of course, Miss.  Just signal me when you are ready and I’ll have some of our girls come over.  Does the Bachelor have a preference?  Blonde, Brunette, Redhead… or a combination?”

Cate laughed at the question.  “All of the above.  We’ll have to see what he’s in the mood for tonight.”  She smirked again.  “But what I need is something a bit more discrete.  You see, I’m sure all the Gentlemen…” she tried not to giggle as she used the proper word to describe her less-than-proper companions. “… will be partaking of the private dances.  But I would like to reserve the VIP room for one in particular.”

“Of course, Miss.  I’ll be sure the girls know to treat the Man of the Evening to the full…”

“Actually,” Cate interrupted Asia’s smooth reply.  “It’s not for him.”  She smiled.  “There is another member of the party who will require use of the room.”  She glanced over her shoulder at Jon, who was holding a lighter to the end of Danny’s cigar.  “See the man in the top hat and dark wig?”

“You mean Slash?”  Asia grinned.  The costume had immediately captured her attention when she reported to the Hostess desk to escort this party to their seats.  Just a couple weeks ago she had served the real Slash and his wife when they made one of their occasional visits to Cheetah’s.  This guy’s getup was pretty good; he looked a lot like the real guitarist even though he was shorter and scrawnier and he didn’t have a nose ring.

“Yeah, Slash.” Cate grinned back at the waitress.  “I need you to be sure to have the room reserved for an hour for his exclusive use.  My card is on file at the bar; add the fee to my bill.”

Asia’s eyes widened slightly at Cate’s calm directive.  An hour in the VIP room wouldn’t be cheap, and this woman didn’t look like the usual craps-table winner with money burning a hole in her pocket.  “Yes, Miss.  And… his preference?  Of dancers?”

“Brunette.  Long legs.” Cate snickered.  “If you have anyone who looks like Liz Hurley…”

“Miss?”  Asia’s confusion at Cate’s comment registered in her tone.

“Never mind.”  Cate chuckled again to herself.  “One o’clock should be fine.  And Asia… send the dancer to me first.  Quietly.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  Asia tucked the bills into the waistband of her hotpants.  She wasn’t quite sure what this woman had in mind, but she knew better than to ask.  What she didn’t know couldn’t get her into trouble with the Manager.  And what went on in the VIP room was somebody else’s problem.  “Anything else I can assist you with?”

Cate turned to look at the men, whose attention was now on the busty blonde slithering around the pole in the center of their table.  This time Jon caught her eye with a dirty little smirk.  “I think we’re fine for now, Asia.  We will need some appetizers soon, but for the moment…”

“Absolutely, Miss.”  Asia looked past Cate to give the men a smile.  “I’ll return in a few minutes to check on your party.”

“Thank you.”  Cate nodded at Asia and watched her depart.  She returned her attention to her charges just in time to see Danny tuck a folded bill into the front of the blonde’s neon pink g-string.  And here we go… she thought with a chuckle.

“Hey Foxy...c’mere!”  Jon beckoned to Cate, then patted the seat beside him.  “I got tip money!” 

Cate smiled at Jon’s playful tease as she settled onto the plush bench seat and scooted over close beside him.  She giggled as Jon grinned at her, a fresh cigar clenched between his teeth.

“You better be careful with that thing.  You’ll set your hair on fire.”  Cate reached up to delicately pluck the stogie from his lips.

“That would suck,” Jon chortled, watching Cate’s ruby lips circle around the cigar as she took a slow drag.  As always, he felt a throb of appreciation in his groin.  There were few things that turned him on more than watching a woman smoke a cigar.  Especially this woman.

Cate turned her face away from Jon and puffed out a trio of smoke rings.  Jon growled softly and slipped his hand onto Cate’s warm thigh, his fingers tracing over the band of her fishnet stockings.  He turned his face to her ear.  “You should dress like that all the time.”

Cate chuckled huskily, tipping her head a bit as Jon’s breath tickled her ear.  “I’m sure that would go over well at the office.”

“You’d sure as fuck get a ton of confessions.”  Jon grinned and nibbled lightly on her lobe, making her squirm.  He nuzzled at her cheek before pulling his head back and letting his gaze drop to Cate’s cleavage. 

The dark green and black satin-and-lace bustier presented him a perfect view of her breasts.  Further down, a stretch of tanned thigh was clearly visible between the hem of Cate’s tiny leather miniskirt and the top of her stocking.  Five-inch black leather stiletto ankle boots made Cate a full inch taller than Jon, though with his wig and top hat it wasn’t apparent. 

Her shiny mahogany hair was blown out in luxurious waves and a black velvet ribbon choker hugged Cate’s throat.  Dramatic eye makeup, glossy lips, and wicked-looking ebony nails completed her look, keeping with the party theme.  She looked every bit an 80’s hair metal video vixen.  Jon growled softly at the thought of Cate writhing on the hood of a Jaguar a la Tawny Kitaen.

Cate turned her mischievous smile to Jon, then tipped her head to the dance floor.  “See anything you like out there?”

Jon snorted, knowing better than to lie.  “Yeah.   But I’m just here to watch.  Gonna sit on my hands.”  He grinned lecherously.  “Or better yet, how ‘bout you sit on ‘em?”

He hadn’t watched Cate dress, busy with his own costume.  Jon was curious as hell what she had on underneath that tiny mini.  He knew it wasn’t much; the few quick gropes he had gotten under her skirt so far had yielded nothing but smooth bare skin.

Devilment sparkled in Cate’s deep blue eyes.  “Aww, c’mon Baby.  Don’t be shy… I’m not gonna get mad if you want to leer at the dancers.”  She winked.  “You get a pass tonight.  Just pretend I’m not here.  Do what you normally do when you go out with Richie and the guys.”

“What I normally do is sit in some big chair with a bottle of wine and grin like a drunken fool.”

Cate arched a brow.  “Really?  That’s all?  You don’t even tip?”

“Well… okay.  I tip.  But nothin’ else.  I’m a happily-married man.”  Jon held up his left hand, wiggling his fingers.  “I’m good, honest.  I keep my paws to myself.”  He gave Cate a sheepish smile, remembering his last trip to a Gentleman’s Club with Richie.  “But sometimes the girls don’t.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Cate chortled.  Dropping the cigar into the ashtray next to Jon’s drink, she turned on her hip and looked him in the eye.  “But seriously, Baby.   It’s a bachelor party.”  Her crimson lips curved upward as she slid a hand across Jon’s leather-clad thigh and onto his crotch.  “And as Best Man it’s my job to ensure everyone has a good time.”

Jon sucked in a breath as Cate gave his cock a gentle squeeze.  The wicked gleam in Cate’s swirling sapphire eyes almost made his heart stop.  “How you gonna do that?” he rumbled softly.

“Baby, you’re in a room full of beautiful half-naked women.  There’s champagne and cigars, I got a big stack of bills in my purse and a tab open at the bar.”  She smirked and squeezed again.  “And, in case of emergency… the limo’s on call.”

“I like that idea.”

“Yeah, but Baby…”  Cate purred as she leaned closer, enjoying the tease.  “I can’t just disappear, so early in the party.  I gotta make sure the Groom has a good time.  Besides…”  She drifted closer, her tongue snaking out to brush over Jon’s lower lip.  “Maybe I wanna watch the dancers.  I can appreciate a beautiful woman too, you know.  And who knows?  Maybe I'll pick up a few tips to spice up our routine.”

Jon groaned, his grin broadening.  “You’re just trying to kill me now, aren’t ya?”  The image of Cate up on the table, slithering around one of the neon-lit poles, immediately flashed in his mind.

“No, not at all.”  Cate pulled away from Jon and gave him a saucy smirk, giving one last squeeze before she removed her hand from his lap.  “But you know, these girls gotta make a living.  Least you can do is spread a little cash around while you're here enjoying the scenery.”   

With that Cate unsnapped her purse and took out a folded stack of bills.  She laid them on the table next to the ashtray, then turned to grin at her husband.  “Playtime, Baby.  Have fun.”

“Baby, you are the best wife in the entire fucking world.”  Jon growled happily as he covered her ruby lips with his.

Cate giggled against Jon’s mouth, savoring his excitement.  She returned his heated kiss, then turned her attention to Danny and the boys. 

As promised, their server Asia soon returned to take their drink order.  She was almost immediately followed by a pair of attractive waitresses bearing platters of appetizers.  Suffering from a case of the Munchies due to their alcohol consumption, the men immediately pounced on the food. 

For the next hour the group ate, drank, talked, and laughed, their attention occasionally distracted by a friendly dancer or two who wandered over to check out the party.  Each woman lavished attention on the Bachelor and left well-tipped.  During one of her rounds, Asia gave Cate a conspiratorial smile before leaning down to speak softly in her ear. 

“The arrangements you requested have been made, Miss.  I believe we have the perfect dancer for your Gentleman.  She’s on the floor now; you will meet her in just a moment.  If you wish to speak with her, please come to the bar.”

Cate nodded and gave Asia a smile as she departed. 

“What was that about?”  Jon’s arm was around Cate’s waist, and he gave her a little squeeze as he took another drink from his wine glass.

“The Bachelor’s lap dance,”  Cate fibbed, turning to give Jon a smile.  She giggled as she found herself with a faceful of dark synthetic curls, then puffed and brushed Jon's wig away from her face.  “She asked if Danny was ready yet.”

“I think he’s been ready since he hit the door,” Jon grinned.  He turned his head to nuzzle at Cate’s ear.  “And I’m sure as hell ready for something.  That limo outside?”

Cate chuckled at his dirty intention.  “Sorry, Baby.  I got responsibilities right now.  Best Man.”  But don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.

“Responsibility is overrated.”  Jon growled and captured Cate’s mouth with his.  He kissed her suggestively, then sighed.  “Just you wait ‘til we get back to our suite.”

“Mmmm… promises, promises…”   

With a shared smirk they turned their attention back to the table.  Both Cate and Jon watched as the petite Asian stripper sashayed away from the table, the back of her g-string a-flutter with folded bills.  She was quickly replaced by a long-legged, caramel-skinned brunette with a thick, shiny chocolate waves of hair cascading over her shoulders and breasts.

Spotting Cate, the dancer smirked sexily, her burgundy lips curving into a pucker.  She swung gracefully around the pole centered on their table, then effortlessly hoisted herself upside down, twining her legs around the pole and spiraling  slowly downward.  Bracing her hands on the tabletop, she slithered forward until she was at the table’s curved edge, front of Jon and Cate. 

“What a sexy couple,” she purred, rolling onto her side and slowly sliding a scarlet-tipped hand up her body, her fingers splaying over her round breast.  “A confident woman.  And a man who appreciates her.”

The dancer rolled onto her back and raised one leg, bending her knee until her platform stiletto braced on the tabletop.  Her back arched with the movement, tipping her hips upward.  Her eyes never left Jon and Cate.  “I bet you two have one hell of a sex life.”  Her lips curved into a naughty smile.

Cate smirked in response, silently applauding the brunette’s salesmanship.  She shot a sideways glance at Jon and saw him grinning widely.  She knew behind his shades his eyes were wide with lust as they roved over the brunette’s toned flesh.  Yes, Asia had been right on the money with this one.

Time to fuck with the Boys… Cate thought wickedly, knowing her next action would steal at least Jon’s attention.  She slowly peeled a twenty from the stack of bills on the table, deftly folding it lengthwise with just two fingers.

Cate paused with the bill in her hand as she smirked at the dancer.  Their eyes met in a flash of exchanged acknowledgement.  Cate could see from the woman’s coy smile that both her message and her intention were understood. 

With a quick scan around the table Cate saw all eyes on her, several mouths agape.  Only Danny was grinning smugly back at her.  He and Cate had worked many strip-bar operations together, and nothing could surprise him.

“As a matter of fact, we do.”  Cate replied silkily as she leaned forward, extending her hand.  “You should join us sometime.”

Her fingers curled under the top edge of the red satin triangle barely covering the dancer’s crotch.  Feeling as much as hearing Jon’s gasp of surprise, Cate let her hand linger for a moment before tucking the bill inside.  She let her fingertips trail suggestively across the brunette’s thigh as she withdrew her hand.

“Gladly.  You sound like fun.”  The dancer again rolled lithely onto her side, exchanging another conspiratorial glance with Cate.  She reached out to stroke a finger across Cate’s cheek.  “And you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Cate puckered her lips at the dancer, blowing her a silent kiss before settling back against the plush seat back.  The dancer winked and gracefully slithered away, climbing back up the pole and making a few slow swings around it before sauntering back to the main floor.

With an inward evil chuckle Cate calmly reached for her glass of champagne.  She took a slow sip, perfectly aware of the five pairs of eyes staring at her in disbelief.  Beside her, Jon’s ragged breathing told her she had achieved the desired reaction.

Slowly Cate turned her head to look at the stunned men.  She smiled innocently.  “What?”  She saw Danny grin and shake his head, then raise his glass.

“What the… What the fuck was that?”  Bobby stammered, his eyes still big as saucers.

Brandon chortled dirtily and elbowed Jon in the side.  “Dude.  You are SO fuckin’ gettin’ laid.”

Cate turned her coy smirk to her husband.  She almost lost her cool façade when she saw his stunned expression.  Keep it together, she reminded herself silently.  It’s all part of the game.

“Baby… I’m going to the Ladies’ Room.”  Cate picked up her purse and leaned forward to brush a kiss against Jon’s cheek.  “Be back in a few.”

With that she slid out of the booth and strolled toward the bar.