Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(46)

“Turn around, sexy.” Bobbie Jo took off my blindfold and spun me around. “What do you think?”

Wow...

I didn’t recognize myself.

My hair was now a much deeper and shinier red—with hints of dark blond and hazel brown, and it was styled into an up-do of loose and wavy curls—a style I was considering for the wedding.

My eyes veered down towards the thin white dress they’d picked and I felt naked, exposed—like there was no point in me wearing a dress at all.

Bobbie Jo raised her eyebrow. “Something wrong with the dress?”

“No, it’s just...It’s a bit...”

“A bit what?”

I shook my head at the hemline that barely grazed my thigh, at the crisscrossed fabric in the front that exposed the skin underneath my br**sts. “Slutty.”

“It is not slutty!” Kim scoffed. “This is HOT! All the men are going to be looking at you tonight!”

“I’m getting married.”

“But you don’t have to look married.” Bobbie Jo rolled her eyes. “This is a night you’re going to look back on and cherish years from now, and we’re going to make damn sure that you never forget it...”

Chapter 11

Claire

I leaned on Kim’s shoulder as we left the third club of the night. My feet were completely numb from dancing so much, and my throat was aching from the amount of alcohol they’d forced me to drink.

We hadn’t been on “the list” for any of the clubs we’d been to, but Bobbie Jo and Kim had turned on their charm—i.e. rubbed their br**sts against the bouncers and flirted with the security guards, so that we could skip everyone and get in for free.

“Is this the last club, Helen?” I slurred, noticing that we were stopping in front of an all-black building where there was no line. “I’m...I’m not sure if I can...If I can take any more tonight...”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes this is the last club. Well, it’s not really a club. It’s...” She put her hands on my shoulders to steady me. “This is what I’ve been putting together ever since you told me you were engaged. I honestly hate to lose any friend to the married life, but since you want to go that route, I kept that sentiment in mind while I was planning every moment of this...”

Why is she acting like this is the greatest shit she’s ever accomplished?

“This is how I want your single life to come to an end.” She pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. “So, please do me a favor and try to let yourself go for the rest of the night. No judging, no worries, nothing. Can you please promise me that?”

I nodded.

“Say it like you mean it, Claire.”

“I promise.”

“Great!” She opened the door and ushered us all inside.

We walked through two dimly lit hallways, where I could hear the thumping bass of music coming from another room.

The air was getting thicker and thicker with each step I took and I was starting to sweat.

As we rounded a corner, a buff body guard stood up and crossed his arms—blocking the silver door that was behind him.

“Name,” he said flatly.

“Claire Statham.” The three of them said in unison.

He looked all of us over, as if he were questioning why we were there, and then he opened the door. “Have a nice night ladies.”

I felt myself being pushed inside the room, and once my eyes realized what the hell they were seeing, my jaw hit the floor.

Jonathan is going to kill me...

The room was massive. I couldn’t make out where the “walls” were because there was red smoke seeping from the floors and the ceilings. However, I could clearly see half naked men everywhere. And by ‘half naked,’ I meant that they were only wearing tight white briefs and a smile. And since they were sweating, I could see everything.

There was a huge black stage on the far end of the room where a few male and female dancers were writhing against one another as if they were having sex. There were even people standing right below the stage, tossing dollar bills and panties at them.

The bar that was on my right was made of all glass and it extended all the way across the room to a wall I couldn’t see. The words “Cum Shots” were flashing in neon red letters behind it, and a long line of bartenders was frantically mixing drinks.

I was about to ask where the hell we were, but a man who was built like a Greek god stepped in front of me and handed each of us a small velvet bag.

“Welcome to Club Sin, ladies.” He smiled and Bobbie Jo reached out and cupped his dick.

“He’s not stuffing.” She winked at me.

“No one here is.” He smiled even wider. “Follow me to your table. You have a reserved space in VIP.”

I shook my head and turned away to leave, but they pushed me forward and made me follow him across the room and up a flight of steps. Our table was directly above the dance floor and right in front of the stage.

The Greek god took a pen out of—somewhere, and waited for us to take our seats.

“It should feel a little cooler up here than downstairs,” he said. “But if you get too hot, there’s a cooling station behind that door.” He pointed to a sign below that read ‘Cool after You Cum.’ “What type of drinks can I start you ladies off with tonight?”