Page 79 of Fear of Love
I snickered but silently seconded her question. The woman in front of us was dressed in a pair of black dress slacks, what looked like a pair of Louboutin heels, and a gorgeous black lacy buster. The outfit was sexy, professional, and the perfect fit for the way she needed to command the room.
“Are you ready to have fun tonight?” the woman asked. Everyone cheered in response. “Tonight will be a night that fills all your fantasies.” The way she said it sparked my curiosity.
“Make sure you treat my men well tonight.” She gave the crowd a wink before the lights shut off. Only a few seconds passed before music started playing and figures appeared on stage. Then, the lights turned back on.
I felt my mouth fall open at the sight before me. Men. Tons of them were dressed in slacks and white button-up shirts, sleeves rolled up as they stood on stage. Each one was of a different ethnicity, with long or short hair, some clean-shaven, and others with beards. But the one thing they all all had in common was how freaking attractive they were.
I was pretty sure I looked like every other woman in this place, staring wide-eyed with my mouth damn near hitting the floor. It didn’t help that our table was so close.
The men walked around the stage, smirks on their faces, like they knew they were about to have all these women eating out of the palm of their hands.
I expected them to start stripping immediately but they didn’t. The music switched and all eight men started to dance. And not in a way where they were thrusting their hips. It was a whole routine where they moved with ease, hips moving and hands running down their bodies. It was sensual as it was erotic.
The men owned the stage. Every single one knew how to dance. Perfectly in sync with each other. The teasing smirks they had on their faces was a sign that said they knew they were entertaining us.
A few startled gasps sounded around us and made my head snap to the side. While we were focused on the stage, more men appeared around the tables behind us as well as along the railing to the second level. It was one thing to entertain on the main stage and another to have men spread throughout the room so every person was included.
The men in front of us flipped in the air before lowering to the ground to grind. Beside me, Mila cheered, Tasha clapped, and Josie watched intently, her expression full of awe.
I found myself leaning forward as they spread out on the stage, moving toward the sides of it. The guy that stood only a few feet from us was hunky. I didn’t typically like men in man buns and beards, but damn. The white dress shirt was snug on his torso and rolled up around his wrists, showing off his forearms and what looked like a sleeve of tattoos.
He glanced down at our table, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. His gaze locked onto mine and lingering a little too long before he moved on with the other guys. I could feel the girls shooting me curious looks. I just shrugged. I had no clue what that was about.
The dance ended and the stage went dark. We could see the men’s silhouettes as they moved around to get ready for the next dance.
As we waited, Josie turned to us with a big smile. “This is the best bachelorette party ever.”
“Woo!”I cheered along with everyone else, watching the couple on stage in front of us. The woman laid back on the bed, backarched as the man descended from the rope above her. He held onto it with one hand, his muscles flexing with each movement.
He lowered himself until he was straddling the woman. The way he caressed her face and her body had me shifting in my seat. The scene almost felt like we were intruding on a special moment. It was hard to believe this was all fake and for show with how he touched her.
All around me, people gasped as the man suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her to him as the rope pulled him up, the pair hanging in the air only by his arm.
I looked on, amazed. The amount of time and strength it took to do that had to be insane. They might have shed their clothes as they went, but there was finesse to it. Every man and woman here was insanely talented. No wonder it was hard to get tickets. I needed to thank Tasha for whatever strings she pulled to get us in here.
As soon as the lights dimmed and the dance number finished, our waiter appeared at our table. He placed four more shots in front of us and was gone before any of us could say anything.
“I want to make another toast to the bride.” Mila grabbed one. “Thank you for bringing me into your friend group and giving me a new family.” Mila’s eyes misted over as she spoke, the last two shots of tequila and wine starting to take effect. “So,” clearing her throat, Mila held up her shot, “to Josie.”
Thanks to the alcohol, and the fact that Josie was getting married soon, we were all emotional.
As the music started again, four shirtless men appeared on stage. The way Tasha grinned and wiggled in her seat told me something was about to happen.
I wasn’t disappointed when they made their way down the stage, one headed straight toward us, mouth quirked up. Withevery step, his ab muscles flexed, each one looking like it was cut from marble.
I leaned back in my chair with a smirk as I watched the man approach Josie. Her chair was at the perfect angle so Tasha, Mila, and I could see her face as he stopped in front of her. His tight jeans were directly in line with her face. Tasha and Mila giggled at the way Josie’s went red.
The guy leaned down and whispered something in Josie’s ear. She nodded in reply. He reached down and grabbed her hands, bringing them up to run along his bare abs.
All around us, other women giggled, wishing they had a moment with one of the men.
The guy kept Josie’s hands on his stomach as he reached down to grab the sides of her chair before he yanked it away from the table. I grinned at the squeal that left Josie’s lips.
“Get it, Jo!” Tasha cheered.
The music was loud enough that I couldn’t hear what the guy was saying to Josie, but I could see his lips moving. With the way Josie was smiling and nodding to whatever he was saying, she wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Damn, how do I get a one-on-one dance?” Mila asked beside me as we watched the guy straddle Josie’s lap, moving his hips as his hands gripped the back of her chair. A second later, he stood and turned around, twerking his ass better than any of us could.
