liked the way she spoke. I figured if the pole dancing part fell through, I could at least try to talk like her in the bedroom. Then I laughed at the thought a little louder than I should have and Morgan elbowed me.
“I’m Micah.”
“Did you bring the outfits?”
Outfits? It just kept getting better and better.
“Yup, they’re right here,” she answered like a straight-up teacher’s pet. Then again, if Sabrina told me to hang upside down from the ceiling, I’d figure out a way. She meant business.
“Per-feect! Now, ladies, please excuse yourselves to change. I will wait right here.” None of us moved. She clapped twice. Loud and fast. “Chop. Chop.”
When Micah handed what I was expecting to be gym sweats and a sports bra, I started looking for a window. It was the ribbon get up from the boutique.
“You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind if you think I’m getting in this and riding a pole,” I informed her. “I can’t do it.”
“Yes, you can. It’ll be fun. We’re all doing it. And look. I knew you’d freak out, so I got the same one. We’re like sexy twins.”
“Ha!” exclaimed Audrey. “Just like our brothers always thought they were.”
When I saw that even Morgan was wearing a baby-doll nightshirt and lacy boy shorts, I knew there was no backing out. If she was doing it, I had to.
“Now chug this and suit up,” Melanie said and handed me her glass.
It wasn’t so bad, like they said. We were all doing it and so that made it a lot less embarrassing. Sabrina let us start with our shoes off, since she didn’t want us to impale ourselves right off the bat. Some of what she did looked so easy, but she explained it was because she wasn’t afraid of it.
“There is no room for fear in confidence. The pole is sexy. Yes? The clothes are sexy. Yes? The woman is sexy. Yes? She knows what her lover likes. It is in her posture. It is in her walk. It is in her eyes. You do all of this, the pole means nothing.” She had a point.
We were all facing ourselves in the mirrors that lined the wall and she had us practice walking around the pole with our backs straight, heads up. She might be crazy, but it was sexier. My body looked like it knew what it was doing.
Maybe I could fake this shit?
The music grew louder which allowed us to focus on how we were moving more. All of the songs were seductive and sensual. She added a few moves that were more about using the pole as support. A seductive bend in front of it. A low dip to the floor and using it to stay balanced on your way back up. A long stretch with our hands above our heads, coupled with a naughty ass-shake. She even showed us a little twirl that, to my surprise, wasn’t too damn hard after I got the feel of it. Not only was it a fantastic workout, but it was so much fun. Laughing and drinking with my favorite girls. Being silly and doing something none of us had ever done before.
I also thought, Casey would lose his mind if I had one installed somewhere in the house. That would be a nice thank you for my bike.
It was decidedly the best bachelorette party in history. I didn’t even have one—you know—before.
“Ok, ladies. Where did we put the lovely blindfold? It is time for her surprise.”
Another surprise? I was almost exhausted. I was hoping for cake and some water. I didn’t mean to be a spoilsport, but after the ride we went on earlier and wearing the shoes and doing all the dancing—well, it took it out of this pretend first-time exotic dancer.
On went the blindfold, but I just went with it. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I had trust I was in good hands. My girls really kicked ass.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
I WAS KICKING ASS.
I hadn’t planned on getting that into the game, but it was only Reggie and me left and there was a shit load of money on the table.
“Okay, let’s up it a little?” he asked before the dealer started to deal out the last hand, unless we both busted. The drinks were going down smooth and the cigars were even smoother. The haze in the room only parted when one of the half-naked wait staff passed by. I was