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clothing. It was more like jewelry. A little swatch of satin here, a scrap of lace there. I snapped a quick picture and moved to the next.

I loved it. I was glad it had a little instruction tag on how to put in on. It was basically just one long, thick, black silk ribbon. You wound it around parts and then it tied around the front in a chic bow. Surprisingly, it covered a lot and stayed where it was intended. Plus, it was super comfortable and I kind of felt like cat woman.

I decided on both of those and a few new bras and panties. I bought two wedding garters, one to keep and one to throw. The night wasn’t all about kinky fun, as it also allowed me to check a few things off my list. Bonus.

They catered in an elegant, yet light dinner of blackened salmon and spring-mix salads. We dined together, laughing about the lingerie mishaps we’d all encountered. The champagne never dried up and our glasses were never empty. For dessert it was hot-fudgey chocolate and strawberries.

“So are you ready for our next stop?” Audrey asked with a secret hidden in her smile, just like Casey’s.

“Next stop? I thought this was the party.” I looked around from Morgan to Melanie to Micah. None of them were saying anything. “Well, it looks like I don’t really have a choice. Now do I?”

“Nope,” Audrey giggled. I was in for it.

The bitches blindfolded me. It was bad enough they weren’t telling me where we were going, but they wouldn’t even let me see. I’d never been blindfolded before, but in the back of my head I was thinking I’d be keeping it. You never know when a little blindfold might come in handy. Especially when you were bringing home half a grand in sexy lingerie.

I listened to the sounds around us, but I didn’t recognize anything more than a busy Saturday night in the city. When we came to a stop, Audrey helped me out and she and Morgan looped my arms through theirs. They walked slowly with me and I appreciated it. I was wearing dangerous shoes and I didn’t really like the thought of falling down. Plus, I’d had a good amount to drink already.

“Okay, step,” Morgan instructed. “Again. Again.”

“Okay, just tell me when not to step.” She laughed and agreed.

I heard Melanie whisper, I’m assuming to Micah, “She’s going to kill us.” That didn’t make me feel very confident.

I heard a lot of bass, but it sounded like it was on the other side of a wall. The stairway seemed to go on and on forever. Finally, at the top there was a voice I didn’t recognize. It was a woman’s.

“Welcome, ladies. I see you have our special guest with you.” Her accent wasn’t too thick to understand, but it was definitely German, or Swedish, or something like that. “Please, walk her this way and we’ll show her what we have in store.”

I heard more music, but it wasn’t the same as from before. This was quieter.

My senses were working overtime. I smelled cigars and perfume. The sounds of everyone’s heels clicking and clacking across a wooden floor.

“Okay, Miss Bride-to-be, are you ready for a lesson?”

A lesson? In what? Romance languages?

The blindfold was ripped off my head and in front of me were ten shiny brass poles.

Shit.

It was a pole dancing class. They were trying to teach me how to be a stripper? I guessed that was better than taking me to see strippers. Especially the greasy male ones.

“So, what do you think?” she asked. I found her voice off to the side and took inventory of who would be our instructor. She was lean, beautiful, probably about forty, but the muscles on that woman were warning enough not to cross her. She could seriously kick my ass.

Micah walked up with two glasses of bubbly.

“Fuck it. Let’s do this. Teach me the ways.” I downed my glass. My ladylike sensibilities gone. I’d consumed just enough to drink and felt adventurous enough to give it a shot.

“My name is Sabrina, and I’ll teach you how to work your body, show off your confidence and drive your lover mad.” Maybe I was drunk, but I was kind of buying it. The way she popped her hip when she listed what she planned. If she really thought she could do that in a few hours, I might as well give it a shot. “Who is Mee-ka?” she asked.

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