It seems to me that when God made women, he gave them a choice: either a big butt and huge breasts, or small butt and itty-bitty titties. I found a young Latina who had Kim Kardashian’s butt and the biggest, softest breasts I’d ever seen. I guess I should explain how I knew they were soft: she made it a point to trap my arm between them when we had our picture taken.
“You’re cute,” she said as she stroked my arm.
Devin and his friends picked that moment to appear out of nowhere. All four of them were almost drooling.
“Devin, I’d like you to meet …” I said and then turned to her. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
“Bella,” she said.
Lou stepped forward and smiled.
“That means beautiful. Your parents got it right when they named you,” he said as he took her hand and kissed it.
“
“Bella, it’s Devin’s bachelor party. Do you have some friends he and his buddies might spend some time with?” I asked.
“
She left.
“Are we doing this?” Devin asked.
“It’s up to you, but I think Lou’s in love,” Cliff teased.
She came back with four friends and took Lou’s hand.
“
“She said to come with them,” Lou translated.
I wished them good luck, and Bella stopped and tilted her head.
“You don’t want to join us?”
“Thank you, but no,” I said and then held up a finger. “Devin, do you have a second?”
He really didn’t want to, but he did. His girl waited on him.
“I’m going to take off. Don’t let Zak talk you into anything,” I warned.
“I believe we can figure it out. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for inviting us, and say hello to my sister.”
I shook my head because we both knew he’d just busted me. He left, and I went to find Fritz.
“You didn’t find anyone you liked?” he asked.
“I guess I liked most of them. At some point, I realized that all this is just not me. I can see how someone like Zak can go out and find a new friend almost every day. And I have to admit that LA is full of some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I don’t know, I guess what I’m saying is that it all just seems too easy. I mean, the last party I was at I met a girl, she told me her name, and then we were naked,” I said.
Fritz laughed at me.
“I sound like a wuss, don’t I?”
That made him laugh even harder.
“Screw you. Let’s go find the bachelorette party so I can save Sandy.”
I took one last look around and remembered my motto lately—‘no regrets.’ Would I regret not going wild at a party with porn stars? I guess it came down to that I knew they made their living having sex. If I wanted someone like that, I would get married. Did I just think that? I would bet any of Cora’s bridesmaids would marry me in a heartbeat, for my money. Maybe Devin and I could have a double wedding.
Honestly, I didn’t have a problem with a casual hookup. The girl at the party had been fun, and we both knew the score. I think part of it was my Alpha Male side; I didn’t want to share my women. While I had no idea how promiscuous the girl at the party was, that was the point, I didn’t know. If I wanted to prove my dominance, I supposed I could have bedded half the women here. Someday I might just do that, but given a choice, I’d rather spend my time with Sandy tonight.
I sent her a text. She sent one back saying where they were. I guess I wasn’t surprised when Paul showed up with the Range Rover. He was in charge of my parents; he said they were out dancing, and told him he had time to pick up Fritz and me. We drove to a shady part of town where there was a strip club, and it was ladies night. I sent a text to Sandy to let her know we were there, and she came out with Pam and Tracy. Pam looked pissed.
I got out, helping them into the car, and Pam rushed into my arms.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“My sister and her friends tried to force me to get a lap dance,” she said, and I could feel her shaking.
“She stood up to them,” Tracy clued me in.
“Really?” I asked as I brushed the hair out of Pam’s eyes and smiled at her.
We got into the car, and Sandy was okay with Pam sitting next to me. The Range Rover had individual bucket seats, two to a row, so the three of us couldn’t sit together. On the ride to the beach house, Sandy and Tracy told me what happened.
“As soon as we arrived, they clipped a cheap veil onto Cora’s hair. I think it was so all the dancers knew to put their junk in her face,” Sandy said.
“She had a handful a couple of times,” Tracy admitted.
“Then Cora paid for a private room, and several dancers joined us. I think she thought if she could get Pam to go along with the fun, she’d get a pass.” Sandy said.
“Her bridesmaids weren’t holding back. I believe I actually saw one of them over in the corner giving that Asian guy a blowjob,” Tracy said.
“Your text couldn’t have come at a better time. I was ready to grab a cab back to the hotel,” Sandy said.
“So how was your party?” Tracy asked with a smirk.
