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  Her Bachelor Party Fantasy

  (Temporarily Mine Series – Book 4)

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  Thomas Henry

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  Her Bachelor Party Fantasy

  (Temporarily Mine Series – Book 4)

  I was mesmerized by the sway of Karen’s behind as I followed her up the stairs to the second-floor “gentlemen’s club” in Waikiki. I marveled at her transformation from the plain housewife she had been when I first met her. She had gotten into great shape, and now her high-heeled Lucchese cowgirl boots and skin-tight jeans showcased her legs and the curve of her butt.

  I studied the seam of her jeans where it disappeared between her thighs. I could almost feel the heat radiating from her sex. I slid my fingers up the inside of her thigh and touched her there. She jumped and swatted my hand away. “Behave yourself!”

  The muffled thump-thump-thump of the music became a crescendo as we reached a landing, and a tuxedo-clad giant pulled the door open for us. Just inside the door, we stopped at a reception desk where a scantily clad and thoroughly tattooed young lady collected a $20 cover charge from me. Karen was admitted free.

  Even though the deafening, throbbing music already engulfed us, another set of stairs separated us from the club’s interior. As we climbed again, I wondered if I was crazy to bring Karen here. It had all started when I casually mentioned that I had been tasked with finding some strippers to entertain at an upcoming bachelor party. Karen was excited to learn that I was going to visit a few strip clubs to do some recruiting She said that she always had been curious about those places, but her husband never would take her. As it happened, Ted was at sea right then, and she practically begged me to take her along. I found her to be very persuasive. Truth be told, she had a pretty firm grip on my balls when she made me promise to bring her along on my stripper-recruiting effort.

  I was a little concerned about what her reaction would be to some of the places I thought I might visit. Some of them probably would seem a pretty wild to her, so I decided to start out at a fancy Waikiki club where the entertainment was only “R” rated and we likely would find other couples among the patrons.

  This place in Waikiki was all black and purple and chrome and mirrors and fancy lighting. It was part of a chain, and it was staffed primarily by Mainland dancers who came here on a rotation through various major cities. I figured I was unlikely to find the type of entertainers I was looking for here, but I thought it would be a benign choice for Karen’s first strip-club experience.

  The club basically had three main levels. When we emerged at the top of the entry stairs, we were on the middle level, with the bar and assorted tables clustered around several small stages. From that level, we overlooked the main stage, which was on the lower level. It was surrounded by terraces of more tables, accessed by several sets of interior stairs. Upstairs from us was the VIP room, which also overlooked the main stage.

  Karen was wide-eyed as she took in the scene. Bikini-clad waitresses worked their way among the tables with trays full of drinks. A naked dancer quickly collected scattered dollar bills from the floor before scampering off the main stage. A few seconds later, she was replaced by a clothed dancer who was starting the first song of her set.

  It was still fairly early, so there were a few empty tables. No one was dancing on any of the small stages on our level, so I guided Karen over to a table for two that had a good view of the main stage. A few seconds later, a gorgeous black waitress in a pink bikini placed two cocktail napkins on our table and asked what we wanted to drink. I thought I detected a bit of a southern accent.

  I looked at Karen. “The usual?” She nodded. “Two Tanqueray-and-tonics, please,” I said. The waitress winked and turned toward the bar. I couldn’t help but notice that she had a stunning ass. I figured it would be rude to ogle her right in front of Karen, so I limited my ogling to just a few seconds. I don’t think Karen even noticed. She was focused on the dancer who was teasingly disrobing on the main stage.

  “Why are those guys putting dollar bills on the stage?” Karen asked.

  “It’s a show of appreciation...and encouragement. Sort of like whistling or clapping, but with money. That’s how the dancers earn most of their money. And the more money they make, the more…um…appreciation they show.”

  “I see.” I wondered if she really did.

  After a while, she asked, “What’s a lap dance? I keep hearing about them on TV.”

  “That’s where the dancer basically sits in the guy’s lap and more-or-less simulates sex. He keeps his clothes on, of course. She keeps her bottom on, but usually takes off her top and rubs his face with her breasts and things like that. She can touch him, but he’s usually not allowed to touch her.”

  “Usually?”

  I shrugged. “Good customers sometimes get special treatment.”

  Karen looked around the club. “Do they do lap dances here?”

  “Used to, but not anymore. It’s illegal in Hawaii these days.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “Long story involving some strippers who were charged with prostitution at a party. They claimed they were just doing lap dances, but the court ended up ruling that lap dances were a form of prostitution. And prostitution, of course, is illegal.”

  The dancer on the main stage was on her second song and about to start shedding clothes when the waitress interrupted our conversation. She set our drinks on the napkins. “That’ll be fifteen dollars, please.” Karen’s eyes widened as I handed the waitress a twenty and told her to keep the change. The waitress rewarded me with a big smile and another wink.

  “Pretty expensive,” Karen said as I forced myself not to look at the waitress’s butt while she walked away. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Karen hadn’t seen anything yet.

  I was turning back to the stage when movement on the periphery of my vision caught my attention. Another dancer had stepped up onto the smaller stage nearest to our table. My pulse quickened when I saw who it was.

  The bikini-clad dancer’s eyes flickered to mine with just the slightest betrayal of recognition. Then she gazed at Karen for a moment before turning her back to us and wiggling her butt.

  The next time Karen looked at me, I nodded toward the new dancer, who was hanging onto a chrome pole and swaying with the music. Karen turned and studied her for a few moments. “She’s beautiful.”

  Karen was right. Like Karen, the dancer was in her late twenties. She had the features of a mixed-race local girl, but I knew she actually was visiting from Florida. Her father had been a European-Polynesian mix, and her mother was Filipino. The dancer had gotten the best genes from both of them. She was a very tan brunette with sun streaks in her waist-length hair and large eyes made blue by contact lenses. She was only five feet tall, at best, with a perfect figure, most of which was natural. Her breasts had been augmented, but it had been done so expertly that, were it not for the very fine scars curving around the undersides of her areolas, I would have thought they were natural. Of course, my knowledge of her scars predated this little visit to the cl
ub, inasmuch as, at this point tonight, they still were covered by her bikini top.

  I pulled my money out of my pocket and peeled off a twenty dollar bill. “Here,” I said to Karen. “Give this to her.”

  Karen took the bill, but gave me a look of confusion. “Go ahead,” I said.

  “How do I…I mean, what do I do with it?”

  “Fold it in half lengthwise. She’ll show you where to put it.”

  “What?”

  “She’ll show you where she wants it. See the garter on her thigh?”

  Karen nodded.

  “Well, she’ll probably stretch it away from her leg a bit so you can insert the bill under it. Or, she may have you tuck it into the waistband at the side of her bikini.”

  Karen looked a bit relieved. She got up and ambled over to the stage. At first, the dancer had her back toward us and didn’t realize that Karen was there. But then the dancer turned and saw her. The dancer’s eyes flicked to me and then back to Karen. She saw Karen holding the folded bill and tugged at her garter. As Karen slipped the twenty between the dancer’s garter and her leg, the dancer smiled and thanked her. Then the dancer looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I nodded.

  Karen strolled back to the table and sat down next to me. “She’s gorgeous. And so tiny! She’s like a little doll.”

  I nodded and smiled. When the song ended, the dancer stepped down from the little stage and glided over to us.

  “Hi Baby,” I said. “This is Karen. Karen, this is Baby.”

  “Baby?” Karen asked.

  “Yeah, I know,” Baby said. “It’s because I’m so small. It’s not my real name, but that’s what I’ve been called all my life.”

  I happened to know her real name, but I didn’t see any purpose in revealing that little tidbit of information to Karen.

  Karen looked at me. “So you know each other?”

  I shrugged. “I’ve been here before.”

  Baby looked Karen up and down. Her eyes paused at the bulge of Karen’s breasts behind her partially buttoned silk blouse. Then she looked down at Karen’s feet. “Beautiful boots. Did he buy them for you?” Baby knew me well enough to know that Lucchese western boots were my customary footwear. Her eyes flickered to my boots and back to Karen’s again. Karen nodded. “First time I’ve worn them.”

  Baby’s gaze moved up to Karen’s cleavage again. “You here looking for a job?”

  Karen laughed and shook her head. “Oh, no.”

  “Actually,” I said, “I’m looking for some dancers for a bachelor party, and Karen wanted to come along because she’s never been in a…gentlemen’s club before.”

  “Oh,” Baby said. “Too bad. We’re not allowed to work outside the club. It’s in the contract we sign when they bring us over here. If they catch us, they fire us and we have to pay our own way back home.”

  I wasn’t surprised. The only reason I had come here tonight was to test Karen’s reactions to a tame place like this before risking the type of place where I was likely to find the kind of dancers I sought. “Ah, that is too bad,” I said, feigning disappointment.

  “Oh, well,” Baby said, looking more at Karen than at me. “You may as well stay a while and watch. I’m up on the main stage next.”

  “Oh, good,” Karen said. “I’d like to see you…um…”

  “Strip?” Baby asked.

  With all the strobe lights, it was hard to be sure, but I think Karen blushed. Baby put her hand on Karen’s shoulder and whispered in her ear. Karen nodded. Baby kissed her on the cheek and then blew a kiss to me.

  “Gotta get ready to go on,” she said as she turned and glided toward the door that led backstage.

  “What did she say to you?” I asked.

  “She said I’m lucky and I should appreciate you. She said you’re a gentleman. Not an asshole like a lot of the guys who come in here.”

  “Nice of her to say that.”

  “So?” Karen waited for me to respond.

  “So, what?”

  “So, is she one of your…um…love interests?”

  “Love interests?” I chuckled. “That’s an interesting way to put it. No, I’ve known her casually for several years, but it’s never gone that far.”

  “Why not? She’s beautiful, and she obviously likes you.” Karen had a twinkle in her eye. I think she was enjoying putting me on the spot.

  “Who knows? We just don’t have that kind of chemistry.”

  “Oh? And what kind of chemistry do you have?”

  “The kind where she lets me use her for arm candy. And where she lets me buy things for her.”

  “So you like showing her off?”

  “Sure, but not as much as I like showing you off. And we do have chemistry.”

  “Yes, we certainly do.” Karen hugged me and batted her eyelashes. We sat in silence while the naked dancer on the main stage finished her set and gathered her clothes and money.

  The DJ introduced Baby and started the next song. A few seconds later, she stepped out on stage. She was wearing high heels and a diaphanous white wrap that hid all but a silhouette of her body. I couldn’t really see it, but I knew from experience that she also was wearing a bikini.

  Baby danced the first song of her set fully clothed while an assortment of men clutching dollar bills gathered around the stage. A few of them laid dollars on the platform. When the song ended, Baby gathered them.

  As the second song started, she teased off her wrap and tossed it and the dollar bills toward the back of the stage. She was stunning in a pure white fringed bikini and matching garter. She danced around the perimeter of the stage, squatting occasionally to let one of the guys tuck a bill under her garter.

  “Why are some of those guys just holding onto their money?” Karen asked.

  “They’re waiting for the next song, when she takes off everything but the garter.”

  The third song was underway and Baby was working the edge of the stage, moving from guy to guy, squatting sideways with her knees together so they could tuck their dollar bills into her garter.

  “Why does she do it that way?” Karen asked.

  “You mean keep her knees together like that?”

  Karen nodded.

  “Those guys are all giving her small bills…probably mostly ones. They’ll have to do a lot better than that if they want her to show them her pussy.”

  Karen nodded again. She seemed to be studying Baby carefully.

  “Be right back,” I said. I went over to the bartender and handed him a $100 bill. “Singles, please.”

  He smiled and nodded as he handed me a pre-counted stack of one hundred one-dollar bills. I returned to our table and handed the stack to Karen.

  “Here you go. See that place up there?” I pointed to a small platform high above the main stage. “Climb the ladder up there and give her a money shower.”

  Karen slipped off her stool and weaved her way through the tables. I noticed some of the other patrons admiring the sway of her butt as she climbed the ladder. She paused on the platform and leaning on the railing, waiting for Baby to finish working her way around the perimeter of the stage.

  Baby must have seen Karen because she abruptly abandoned the guys giving her the one-dollar tips. She danced over under Karen, who gave me a questioning look. I made a tossing motion with my hand. Karen nodded and tossed the 100 one-dollar bills into the air. Baby raised her arms above her head and shook her tits as the bills fluttered down all around her. Everyone cheered and whistled. Baby blew a kiss at Karen and then resumed dancing through the clutter of bills on the stage.

  Karen quickly climbed back down and rejoined me. “That was kind of fun.”

  We watched as Baby finished her set and began picking up all of the dollars from the stage. One of the other dancers trotted out to help her. When they finished, Baby strolled over to her bikini and wrap. With her back to Karen and me, she bent from the hip and showed us her pussy as she picked up her clothes. Then she gave a little wave as she sashaye
d off the stage.

  “Boy-o-boy, what a body,” Karen said. “I can’t believe you didn’t want to have sex with her.”

  “I didn’t exactly say that. I mean, I’m a straight, relatively sane man.”

  “Oh, so she’s the one who didn’t want to have sex?”

  “I guess.”

  “Maybe she didn’t know you were interested.”

  I gave Karen a look out of the corner of my eye.

  “Yeah. Dumb thing to say, huh?”

  We sat there in silence while the next dancer took the stage. Karen seemed to be thinking something over. Finally, she said, “You said she let you buy things for her.”

  I nodded.

  “Didn’t you ever offer to pay her to have sex with you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Why not?”

  “That would have made me an asshole like those other guys she told you about.”

  “So you have a thing against paying a woman for sex?”

  “Not really. I just have a thing against insulting her by offering.”

  “I see. But if the woman offers sex for money, then it’s okay?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. Karen leaned into me and brushed her breast against my arm. “Hey, handsome. Wanna have a good time tonight?”

  “Sure. What’ll it cost me?”

  “Oh…how about three hundred?”

  I put my arm around her shoulder and hugged her. “Oh, baby. You’re worth much, much more than that.”

  Karen pressed her breast against my chest and ran her fingertips over the bulge in my pants. She teased my ear with her tongue and whispered, “I’m glad you think so. And stop calling me Baby.”

  * * * *

  Since Karen had handled her first strip-club experience with aplomb, I decided I’d risk taking her to where the real action was. We left Waikiki and headed for Keeaumoku Street, where there were several hostess bars that had exotic dancers.

  I was hoping to find one dancer in particular. I thought she would be just what the bachelor party needed, and I hoped she would help me to recruit a couple of others. I hadn’t seen her in quite some time, so I wasn’t sure where she was working these days, but I figured it made sense to start looking in the bar where I had seen her last.