The remainder of that semester was a whirlwind. I was spending most weekends off campus at Steve's apartment or his house in the Hamptons. I was also attending many of his business dinners and late-night meetings when permitted. Steve really enjoyed buying me sexy outfits and showing me off to his colleagues and friends. Not that I minded in the least. It was fun to play dress up and bask in all that male attention. We always ended up having the most intense love making afterwards.
Shortly before the finals, Steve invited Larry over for dinner and drinks. It had filtered down through the gossip channels that Steve was on the short list for partner, and a little extra schmooze could only help. He asked me to dress in something hot and sexy and use my eyes and my smile like I did on stage to get Larry in a super great mood. But, he warned me, don't make the flirting too obvious. That might backfire.
I still hadn't told him about the hot tub incident with Larry, and how he played with me under the water. I wonder if he would have wanted me to be more forward had he known.
I wore an extra tight cocktail dress, ordered some food from one of our favorite Tai place, and spent a lot of time making eyes with Larry as they discussed everything from sports, to sailing, to whatever, always avoiding shop talk until the end of the evening. Then they excused themselves and went out on Steve's back patio for cigars. I thought of maybe putting on one of the ridiculously sexy bikinis that Steve got for me and sitting in the hot tub for a while. I was a cool autumn night, and I imagined what I'd look like in a skimpy bikini with my nipples poking out due to the cold. In the end, I thought that might be a little too obvious.
They ended the night on a positive note, though he didn't get the promotion yet. A little frustrating for him, but he was still hopeful. Larry thanked him for the dinner, then came to me. I held my hand out, but he took it, pulled me close, and give me a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth while reaching around my hip to just graze my ass with his hand. He left, and I stood a little flustered until Steve waved once more and closed the door.
"Well, he was... a little smitten by you." He grinned.
"What?" I gasped. "I mean... what do you mean, smitten?"
He grinned back. "Nothing much. He just couldn't take his eyes off you and kept complimenting me on how great you looked." He pulled me close and covered my mouth in one of his lovely kisses. "I think my odds for a promotion just went up."
About three months into our relationship, I had just finished my last set for the night and went into the audience to sit with my lover. It had become something of a regular event on Friday nights. He would get to the club around ten and sit off to the side someplace where he had a good view. After each set, I'd mingle with the audience, find myself a good tipper, and spend a little time on their lap getting fondled a bit. After my last act, I'd find Steve and enjoy the last of the show on his lap. Then we'd spend the night at his apartment and rinse and repeat for Saturday and Sunday.
On this particular Friday night after doing all the usual end of night stuff, I gave my baby a kiss and told him I'd be right back as I got up to return to the dressing room to put on my street clothes. Before I could get more than a step away, he took my hand, and I turned around to see him taking a knee! My heart leapt up into my throat, and I was unable to breathe for a moment.
Out came a little box, and he showed me the gorgeous ring inside. I think my pulse was up around six hundred by then. Well, that's what it felt like. He got as far as "Barbie, will..." when I cut him off, threw my arms around his neck and screamed, "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!"
The girls all came out in various stages of getting dressed and we had a squealing celebration like a bunch of teens. I couldn't wait to tell my parents, who really didn't much approve of Steve. They warned me that he wasn't the marrying sort, and he would leave one day. Ha! Take that, mom!
Right away, the talk went to the bachelorette party, when would it be, where, and will the troupe be invited. I shrugged. "I don't know. You'll have to ask Paula." I took Paula's hands in mine. "Would you be my Maid of Honor?"
She laughed out a few tears and grabbed me in a bear hug. "Of course, I will, you silly bitch!"
I guess, with all that had been going on, and the sudden realization that I was FUCKING GETTING MARRIED... I kind of lost track of some stuff. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking with it.
So, one night, while I was staying at Steve's place in the city, I got a call from Paula. "Sorry, I'm running a bit late, but I should be there in about 30 minutes."
I frowned at the phone, then my eyes flew open. "Oh, shit! It's Wednesday, isn't it!"
She laughed on the other end. "Yeah, it is." She said. "It's alright. We can reschedule."
"No, no. It's fine. I'm not doing anything important." I said. "Come on over. You have the address?"
"Yep! I'll be there soon. Where's the fiancé?"
"Working late, as usual. He probably won't be back till after ten."
"Okay. I get you all to myself for a while." She giggled. "Wait till you see what I have put together. I think you're going to love it!"
"Then get your sexy ass over here, bitch!" I snickered.
She arrived in very good spirits, greeted me with a hug and a kiss, then scooted me into the living room where she laid out a bunch of brochures, play bills, and advertisements for a bunch of things to do, and I recognized some of the pictures. "Vegas!" I said excitedly. "We're going to Vegas!"
"I got us a great rate on hotel rooms." she said. "We're going to have four in a room, but we're all used to being naked together. Shouldn't be a problem. The flights are the most expensive part, but Donnie is so excited for you, he volunteered to pay for half of everyone's plane ticket!"
"Oh, that man is freakin' awesome!"
She laughed and handed me the stack of attractions. "Now, we won't have time in two days for all of these, so pick out which look like the most fun. And look! There's a Burlesque show I thought might be fun."
"Oh, yes! We're doing that!"
"Okay, so now you have a big decision to make." She said, eyeing me with a sly grin. "Several BIG decisions really."
I was really getting excited by everything so far and was so ready for more. "Well, come on! What?"
She opened her big canvas bag and handed me a thick binder full of plastic sleeves, each filled with pages. I opened to the first one, and was greeted by seven hot guys, all dressed in work crew hard hats, suspenders, and tiny jock straps! Nothing else!
"Oh my god!" I gasped. "Strippers?"
"Of course, strippers!" She laughed. "Can't have a good bachelorette party without some hot guys shaking their stuff in your face."
I was intrigued to say the least. Big guys with big muscles, and they all looked so good. I love my Steve, but he wasn't built like these men. I mean... wow!
