Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(97)

The time had come for her to be assertive in all areas of her life.


As if on cue, her cell phone rang. Keely.


“What? No. I can’t hear you. Who? No. Haven’t seen him. But your mom is here.


Look, K, I’ll call you later with all the juicy details.”


“Where are the bridesmaids?” Liza’s sister Glenda barked in the microphone. Glenda scanned the room from the makeshift stage, grinning when she made eye contact with AJ.


“There’s one! Amy Jo Foster, come on down!”


Yippee. AJ wanted that skanky guy to rub his crotch in her face like she wanted to get gored by a bull.


She hopped up on the stage next to Liza, who didn’t look the least bit humiliated.


She was absolutely in her glory. AJ wouldn’t do a damn thing to dim the gigantic grin on her friend’s face—she’d play along and pretend she was having the best time in the world.


The only other bridesmaid besides Glenda was Darby Van Zandt and she was shier than AJ and Liza combined.


“Now, ladies. We’re gonna have a little contest. Yes, there is a prize.” Glenda waved a clear plastic purple phallus with pearl looking things inside. “This vibrator, as seen on Sex and the City, is called the rabbit. It spins.” She hit a switch and the vibrator started to make a buzzing noise as the tip circled.


The women in the crowd went nuts.


“It has three speeds, even reverse. It’s waterproof. And this little do-hickey on the front? It vibrates in all the right places. I guarantee it won’t move on you at the moment of truth. It stays exactly where you want it. For as long as you want it. This here is a girl’s best friend because it can go all night without complaint…or until the batteries run out.


And you don’t need a man with this bad boy around.”


Half the women cheered; half booed.


“Anyway, this fabulous prize will be awarded to one of these lucky ladies upon completion of a simple task.” She paused for effect. “The most creative placement of a rolled up twenty dollar tip someplace in Mr. Angel’s G-string with only her mouth. No hands allowed.”


The room erupted in fits of laughter, clapping, wolf whistles and boot stomping.


“Who wants to go first? Our lovely bride?”


Amidst the cries of Liza, Liza, Liza, AJ heard the sound of glass breaking. Dear Lord, were these normally prim and proper ladies throwing…beer bottles? Or was that outside in the main part of the bar?


Glenda placed a rolled up bill in Liza’s mouth. Mr. Angel—what a stupid name—


sashayed over and turned Liza’s chair sideways so no one would miss out on the action.


Liza hammed it up. When she attempted to shove the money dead center in the pouch, it dropped to the floor. The stripper quickly picked it up.


A chorus of disappointed aw’s arose…followed by the sound of shattering glass and heavy thumps that no one but AJ seemed to notice.


Darby scarcely raised her head when Glenda placed a fresh twenty between her tight lips. Mr. Angel did his bump and grind routine, taking extra time working the crowd since it didn’t appear Darby was much of a sport.


Lord. Was this almost over?


Darby’s half-hearted attempt to insert the money in his belly button fell short and the bill hit the ground. Mr. Angel scooped it up.


Where was he putting that cash? Wasn’t like he had pockets.