Page 159 of Dancing with the Devil

“Then you can’t have strippers either,” he whispered in my ear and I smiled, pulling my arm from him.

“I’mnot marrying a stripper, soIget a free pass,” I said before walking over to the three men.

“Bride to be,” the man on the left smirked. “She’s our little troublemaker,” he stated to the guy in the middle and the girls ran up to either side of me.

“I think you should put her in handcuffs,” Silvia nodded.

“Well, I’m afraid we can’t do that,” the man in the center took off his cap. “Not with all these witnesses,” he faked disappointment and all the girls and I spun around to the guys behind us.

“Go! Go!” we rushed over to them.

“But I thought—”

“It’s my bachelorette party. Go have your own,” I said, pushing Antonio to the door. “I trust you, Antonio De Luca,” I pecked his lips.. “Behave,” I warned.

“Just…” Antonio trailed off, and the muscle in his jaw ticked. “Keep your clothes on,” he forced out and I smiled.

“I will, but I can’t promise on behalf of these fine specimen,” I smiled and he rubbed his forehead. “You can trust me, now go,” I encouraged him and Lorenzo threw his arm over Antonio’s shoulder.

“Let’s have some fun,” he grinned as they left. The four girls followed behind—three with bottles and one with a cigarette.

The male officers entered the house and I closed the door behind them.

There were three poles set up in the living room.Oh, this is going to be fun.The room was decorated beautifully. Red,silver and grey themed. My favorite colors. Balloons, banners, food, champagne and huge letters spelling out ‘SAME PENIS EVERY DAY’.

I couldn’t help but laugh at that one.

There was a table with a huge cake in the center of it. It had white and silver frosting on it with a picture of me. The cake was surrounded by cupcakes—which also had my face on it—and other cute little desserts shaped inappropriately.

The table to the left of that one had gifts on it and I could only imagine the gifts these girls had gotten me. If I didn’t receive handcuffs, dildos or any type of sexual toy from them, I’d shave my head.

My jaw dropped as trays of food were carried into the living room by our helpers.

“Officer Marlon,” the man who stood in the center, took my hand and kissed the back of it making me smile over at the girls.

The night started off easy and slow with good music, until the alcohol kicked in and everyone had the time of their lives. It felt good to justbeand let go. To see my friends having an amazing time—stress free.

Marlon approached me and grabbed my waist, pulling me towards him. The girls silently squealed as he pulled the zipper of his jacket down. He placed my hand on his abs and I bit my bottom lip.

He grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me into his arms and I was taken by surprise but wrapped my legs around his waist, nonetheless. “You’ve been a naughty girl, I hear,” he lowered his voice and I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh.

I nodded my head and he carried me over to the sofa, putting me down. The girls ran over—plopping onto the sofa next to me—and the three men stood in front of us.

London clicked a button and music started playing at a high volume and my jaw dropped. She clicked another button andthe lights dimmed. Colorful lights shot around the room and I laughed, looking around.This was not here before.

Amelia leaned towards me, whispering, “We had these installed in advance.”

The men slowly started unzipping their jackets, throwing them towards us. The girls and I caught it, cheering them on.

We cupped our hands around our mouths, cheering as they performed. Amelia pulled out a stack of money and started throwing bills at them.

They continued dancing, rolling their hips towards us in all sorts of sexual positions.

After a while, Marlon loosened his pants and all the girls screamed as they began hitting my arms, shoulders and legs repeatedly.

I covered my mouth with both hands as he slowly walked towards me. He stopped in front of me and straddled my lap. He placed my hands on his shoulders as he rolled his hips towards me.Huh? So this is what it feels like being on the receiving end.

London started fanning herself dramatically as she fell back into Silvia’s arms and they laughed.