Fucking bitch!
Logan and Elijah sat beside me, smirks on their faces. I knew enough to know that something was about to go down; I had absolutely no idea what.
“So, you enjoying yourself?” Logan asked.
“Cut the bullshit, Rodriguez, why are you two looking at me like that?”
“No reason, just wanted to make sure you were enjoying your night,” repeated Elijah.
“Listen to you bunch of pussies sitting around yapping when you should be watching that.” Rocky pointed to three of the girls practically having an orgy with each other. Eric’s facial expressions were priceless. One minute he was intrigued, the next minute he cringed and covered his eyes.
“Guys, relax, have a drink,” Logan handed us the shots and we all drank fast. I reminded myself to slow down; I was getting married in a few hours. My mother would kill me if I was drunk at the altar.
We sat around drinking as the girls danced in front of us; they were not half bad, fake tits and all. Uncle Hank was having the time of his life, I officially declared him a clone of Rocky. The similarities were uncanny, and of course they got along like a house
on fire. Several times I caught them in the corner, getting their own private lap dance, neither one of them backwards at coming forwards.
“You shouldn’t be looking at that, you’re marrying my best friend,” Logan pointed out.
“When I look at you I’m reminded that you’ve been with my Charlotte,” I slurred.
“You called a truce on that! Besides, I was fucking seventeen, I knew nothing about pussy.”
“Please do not use that word when referring to my future wife.”
“Get over it Edwards. It was dark so I didn’t see anything, just fumbled around for stuff, you know.”
“Are we still talking about this?”
“I guess we aren’t. So tell me, how did you finally get her to break up with Batman?”
“Who?”
“Julian.” Great, Rodriguez had to go there.
“My friend, let me tell you this. I didn’t make her do anything, he got what was coming to him. Let’s be honest, he never had her to begin with.”
“Nice play, Edwards. For a moment, I believed you. However, I know your type. Dominating and shit. Like that stupid book that Jen and Charlie always talk about… something grey, I don’t know but it’s a load of shit.”
“It ain’t that bad,” I chuckled.
“Yeah, well, I guess I can’t complain. Jen’s a wild one. Fuck, she’ll kill me for saying that.”
“Your secret is safe with me, plus it explains why you have four kids.”
“I’ll tell you now, Edwards, once that baby comes along, say goodbye to any pussy you’re getting.”
Was that the truth? It had crossed my mind, and I was conscious when I was fucking her, but luckily I studied this in med school and knew my dick couldn’t get anywhere near that baby’s head.
“Don’t listen to him, son, you and Adriana never ruined…”
“Dad, I love you, but please please please do not mention your sex life EVER to me again.”
Amused, he placed his arm around me. Was he drunk? Shit, I decided no more for me since I had to get married in less than three hours. Control, Edwards, you’re fucking used to this.
Rocky clapped his hands and motioned for me to take a seat on the chair that sat in the middle of the room; I get it, striptease. I could handle this, it wouldn’t be my first, but it would be my fucking last. The girls meant nothing; tits in my face did nothing for me unless there were Charlotte’s.
Eric placed a blindfold on me; he got some sort of pleasure from doing it. In your dreams, Eric. It was pitch black and I tried to focus on the shuffling around me. The music started, The Thong Song, and I sensed a body close to me. A slight brush against my leg and I knew there was a girl in front of me. Her fingertips barely scraped along my thigh, stopping just below my dick. I wanted to laugh; it was a pathetic act to turn me on. Her warm minty breath lingered near my neck, her meager attempt to rub her pussy against my cock. In the distance amid the beat of the music I heard snickering, and I could have sworn I heard Eric say, “This is disturbingly wrong on so many levels.”