Chapter 03 -- Bachelorette Party
As the next week passed, I did not see much of Brooke. She was running around like a chicken with no head as she worked on finding a house to Penny's liking. She already had a buyer for Vivian's condo and was working out the finer points of that deal. She buzzed around the house like a woman possessed most of the time and it felt very much like she was avoiding spending too much time alone with me.
I was slightly depressed by the recent turn, but pushed myself through the week. I was delighted to have Nikki back in the game. She was a breath of fresh air as she had not had to endure with the Sienna ordeal like the rest of us. Nikki remembered the fun and excitement of the early days when the game was still developing. Plus, she was a knockout.
Thinking back on the ordeal, even as infrequently as I did, still bothered me. It still made me cringe when I though about how Sienna pushed so fast and so hard to get to power. She was one interesting woman, who scared the shit out of all of us for a little while. I preferred to concentrate on the women still in this game and I liked focusing my thoughts on them. I was consistently wondering when my next assignment would arrive.
I had made it through another day and was driving home from the office on Thursday evening when my cell phone rang. The caller id indicated that it was Emma and Leslie's office calling. These days there was no telling who would be delivering the orders, so I answered politely.
"Good evening," I said as I put the phone to my ear.
"Hey you," Nikki's cheerful voice surprised me.
"Well hello, Ms. Barns," I toyed with her. "What can I do for you this fine evening?"
"Stop being so formal, silly," she laughed. "Actually, I am calling with your next assignment."
"Let me ask you something, why wouldn't Penny call me with it herself," I inquired.
"Penny is a busy woman," Nikki informed me. "And, I am the office admin after all. The phone is sort of my area of expertise."
"I would beg to differ about your area of expertise," I countered, referring blatantly to her skills with her body.
"Yeah, I am good at a whole lot of things," she disclosed. "But seriously, be here at the office tomorrow at 8pm. Wear a suit."
"Yes ma'am," I accepted. "Any idea what the plan is?"
"Not a clue," she admitted. "See you tomorrow night."
I knew she had hung up even before the line disconnected. This was a specialty of all the women in this game. They enjoyed keeping me guessing and begging for more. I was so used to the hang up by now, that is no longer bothered me. It was very much a calling card of the women I dealt with. They were good at that aspect of the game. I was always on my toes around them. Curveballs were their specialties and I think they competed with each other to see who could confuse and amuse me the most.
That night at home was boring. Brooke wasn't there when I arrived and when she did get home; she spent most of the night on her computer, hammering through contracts, dates and proposals. She was motivated but it still felt like avoidance, which was wounding my pride. The growing space between us made me sad. I couldn't sit and think about it for too long without getting angry, so I retired to my room and begged for Friday to arrive.
I pressed through the next day with no problems. I wore my suit to work, which raised some eyebrows. Most people would have sworn that I was interviewing for something, but when I arrived at the office early and left well past quitting time, confusion seemed to brew amongst my co-workers. Good. At least I was not the only one who was kept guessing.
8pm seemed to arrive in a flash and as I pulled into the parking lot at Emma and Leslie's office building, I wondered what tonight's task would be. I exited the elevator and entered the office suite to a wonderful sight. Seven gorgeous women stood before, all dressed to kill. My imagination raced to places reserved for the world's luckiest men, of which, at this moment, I was one.
I soaked in the image of each woman, one more amazing than the next. They were standing in a semi-circle in front of, what I assumed now, was Nikki's desk. To my immediate left was Vivian, dressed in a tight white, halter mini-dress with matching white pumps. She looked fantastic in white. To Vivian's left was Emma, who was the founder of this game and still had the distinct ability to take my breath away when she wanted to, without much effort. Emma had on a purple halter dress, which fit looser than the form fitting version Vivian had on. Emma's dress was cut very deep between her ample breasts and fraid at the bottom. She had on strappy, silver sandals with a 4-inch heel to compliment it nicely.
To Emma's left was Nikki, who looked tremendous. She had on a tan tube-style dress with a large black patent-leather belt across her midsection. The fabric hugged her body like I wished I could at that moment. She had on black, patent-leather pumps with a 4-inch heel to match the belt. Next was the woman I recognized the least in this crowd. Monica was Nikki's fiancé and quite an attractive woman. She had short, curly red hair that complimented her pale complexion. Her body was curvy and highlighted by her large chest. She had on a black skirt suit and white blouse, accompanied by black stockings and black heel, slingbacks that were only about 3-inches tall. She was a nice compliment to Nikki.
Next to Monica was Penny, who had her hair up in a bun and was wearing a spaghetti strap checkerboard patterned minidress. She had on black 4 inch pumps to match her dress. She looked lovely and I was taken back by how much her beauty struck me at that moment. Leslie was standing to Penny's left, wearing a black, off the shoulder long sleeve dress that clung to her gorgeous figure. She too had on black 4 inch pumps and her hair was very big. Leslie was meticulous in her appearance and it did not go unnoticed. She was, in every way, a woman.
Finally, next to Leslie was her sister Brooke. Brooke had on a very similar dress to her sister, except hers was turquoise and the sleeves were slightly flared. She had on silver strappy sandals with a steel heel that was easily 4 inches, though I suspected higher. She was breathtaking and I was mesmerized by her.
Taking in all over these beautiful women was overwhelming me greatly. Each of them looked amazing, their makeup applied to perfection and each wearing a different fragrance, one more intoxicating than the next. I felt underdressed in my pinstripe, navy blue suit. I looked at the beauties before me and was very conflicted. Each of these women held a place inside me and each place was different. Passion, loyalty and empathy consumed me as my eyes danced between. Penny cracked my haze, after what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds in reality.
"Ok, tonight's event is a bachelorette party for both Nikki and Monica," Penny announced.
The women clapped, yelled and whistled. I glanced at Penny, crookedly.
"There is a stretch, Hummer limo waiting outside for us," Penny continued, as did the clapping and whistling. "So I want to set the rules before we go. I want everyone to have a good time and enjoy themselves. Emma and Leslie have decided that the firm will be paying for everything tonight, so enjoy but let's also be considerate."
Each of the women nodded and seemed to understand what Penny was saying.
"Now, there is a bonus to our party," Penny added. "Our favorite man, here, will be our chaperone tonight. We have the limo until 3am, when it is schedule to drop us off back here."
This all seemed like a great girl's night out to me, I still wasn't sure what my role was actually to be. Penny seemed to get that when she looked at me.
"We will be making 3 stops tonight," Penny went on. "Emma is holding some special passes. At each of the stops, there will be a challenge. The lady who wins each challenge will be awarded the special pass for that stop. The pass is good for 20 minutes alone in the limo with him. Anything goes. Emma will award the pass at each stop since she is the only one of us not competing."
The women hooted and hollered like alcoholics at an open bar. I was surprised but not shocked. Penny was getting really creative and playful. I could clearly see Emma's influence showing up in her. This evening should be very interesting.
I held open the door of the office suite as the seven women passed in front of me to exit. We all gathered onto the elevator and made our way out of the building. As promised, a white, Hummer H2 limo was parked just outside the lobby, waiting for us. The driver held open the door as the seven dolls climbed into the car. I was the last to enter the vehicle, sitting on the back seat next to the door.
The driver closed us in and we were off to our evening. The women began drinking immediately. The champagne and vodka flowed throughout the car and the women prepared to party. Using my better judgment, I refrained from drinking. I thought it wise to lookout for any of the women who might need a hand if they had "too much" fun tonight.
We drove for about 25 minutes before the car came to a stop. The women continued to giggle and whistle as we reached our first stop. The driver opened the door and I exited first, helping each of the ladies step down from the oversized vehicle. When we were all out of the car, I turned around to notice we were downtown at a strip club called "Moonlight." I had been here before with several friends for typical "boys nights," though I was confused as to what seven women would want with a strip club?
Penny led the way and the women followed her inside as I brought up the rear, ensuring that all were accounted for. We proceeded past the bouncer and into the dark club. It glowed of blacklight and the stage was dead in the center. I could see some of the dancers standing on the outskirts of the stage, looking for customers.
Penny led us to a corner table that had piece of paper on it which read "Reserved." We all sat and the ladies ordered a round of drinks and shots. This party was hitting full stride as the waitress returned and the seven beauties fired back their shots. Penny slammed her shotglass to the table loudly when she was done.
"The first challenge," she screamed over the loud music, "is to get the phone number of one of the dancers. The first woman back with a legit number is the winner. Emma will call the phone number to make sure it's not a fake."
The women hollered and yelled as they began moving away from the table.
"ONE CATCH," Penny yelled to them as they disbanded. "YOU CAN"T TELL THEM WHY YOU WANT THEIR NUMBER."
My eyes widened when I heard this. I sat at the table, left with only Emma, who was holding the business card that would serve as the winner's pass for this stop. I was watching Emma as she watched the women disburse all over the club. Emma was still stunning to behold, but tonight she was playing the role of team mom, which was also very attractive.
