[Temporarily Mine 04] • Her Bachelor Party Fantasy

Book 4 of the Temporarily Mine Series

WARNING! Men, if you hope ever to be allowed to attend another bachelor party, DO NOT allow your wives and girlfriends to read this book.

Karen wants to tag along with me while I visit a few strip clubs to recruit some dancers for a bachelor party. She says she always has been curious to see a strip club, but her husband refuses to take her. Karen’s desire to accompany me seems harmless enough, but I'm a little worried about how she will react to the raunchy places where I'll need to go to find the type of entertainers I want. So, I decide to ease her into the strip club scene by taking her to a relatively tame “gentlemen’s club” in Waikiki. That goes well, so I take the plunge and show her the real action on Keeaumoku Street.

After meeting a couple of the strippers and watching them perform, Karen announces that she wants to be one of the entertainers at the bachelor party. I have my reservations, and I try to warn her about the kinds of things strippers are expected to do at bachelor parties. But she persists, and with the coaching of the professional dancers, Karen steals the show...and ends up being the prize in a high-stakes poker game.

EXCERPT:

Karen’s dress had all of the guys drooling. But I had mixed feelings. The dress was a real turn-on, but it also reminded me of the depressing way that other night had ended, with Karen in the shower in her husband’s arms while I slipped out the door and went home alone. I wondered if this night would leave me feeling the same way.

Ed leaned toward me and said, “Fuck! Look at that dress! That little bitch is selling it for sure.”

I had to admit it looked that way. I wondered if Karen knew what kind of signals she was sending. She obviously intended to put herself on display. But did she really realize how the guys would interpret the way she was exposing herself? If she had put on her street clothes and hung around, they might not have made much of it. But surely she didn’t think she could flaunt herself in that dress without half the guys in the room thinking she was offering to fuck them. I wondered just how far she was prepared to go.

Karen sashayed directly to the groom. She stood behind his chair and draped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned over, pressing her breasts against his back, and whispered in his ear. He smiled and nodded and scooted his chair back. Karen stepped around between his legs and sat on his thigh. She leaned against him and wrapped her arm around his neck.

“My good luck charm,” he announced.

“Don’t you have to rub her for luck?” one of the guys asked.

Markus ran his hand down her waist and rubbed her ass. Karen pulled his hand up to her chest. She pressed it against her breast and moved it around in a circle. He caught her nipple and squeezed.

“Lucky bastard!” Ed muttered. I smiled to myself. I wasn’t happy that the groom was all over her, but I was pleased that Karen seemed to be safely out of Ed’s grasp.

I looked around to see what had become of the other women. Thuy was standing between a couple of guys with her hands on their shoulders. Each of them was rubbing one of her “lucky” breasts.

Just as I turned to look for Crystal, I felt her arms around my shoulders and her warm breath in my ear. “No worry about Karen. I make you very lucky tonight. I guarantee.”

I just nodded. I couldn’t form a coherent thought. My stomach was in a knot, watching Karen hanging all over the groom, and my balls were aching in response to Crystal’s words.