[Sorry about slow updates, this semester has been tough. This was supposed to be a lemon, but I realized I have absolutely no idea how to write a lap-dance scene. So just some sexy ideas, no real sex scenes. Don't like, don't read. (F/n) = friend's name, in case you don't know. I'm open to requests if you guys have any.]
"What's going on?"
"Just trust us!" (F/n) insisted as he and your other friends pushed you into the next room. In less than a week, you were marrying the girl of your dreams. (C/n) was too perfect to let go, and you weren't going to let her. The wedding was already planned, and you were having some fun with your friends who had set up your bachelor party. It was a simple party, a game night, pizza delivery, and everyone playing stupid pranks on each other all night.
It was about midnight when everyone said they had a big surprise for you in the other room. Knowing your friends, you weren't certain you should trust them. "What exactly are we doing?" you asked, expecting some kind of prank. Your friends all looked at on another, suspicious grins on their faces. (F/n), the ringmaster of this circus kept trying to avoid confessing.
"We know that you said no strippers, but-"
"But what?" you asked, already becoming agitated. You set up the ground rule the moment everyone started planning the party.
"Don't worry," (f/n) tried to explain himself. "I promise, it's totally worth it." Before you could protest, you were pushed into the next room, the door slamming shut and locking behind you.
"(F/n)!!!" you shouted, pounding on the door. "This isn't funny, what the hell did you do?!"
"Have fun you two!" he called from the other side of the door. Your friends' laughter faded as they went back into the living room.
"Guys!" You couldn't get the door open, as furious as you were. You could have killed your friends for pulling this on you. The last thing you wanted was some girl trying to make you cheat hardly a week before you were getting married. The closet door creaked open behind you, so that must have been her. You sighed, not turning around to face the poor girl tricked into being here.
"I don't know what my friends told you," you started. "But I specifically said NO strippers. I'm sorry about their dumb-assery. I'll make sure they pay you, but I don't want to do this."
"You sure?"
That voice. You turned around, facing your bride-to-be. (C/n) was wearing black and red lingerie, a matching pair of heels, and a proud smile on her face. "W-what the hell," your voice trailed off, unsure of how to react to the situation.
Taking a few steps closer, (c/n) teased, "You're not disappointed, are you?"
"N-no! Of course not," you weren't able to control the grin on your face. "I'm just surprised, is all." (C/n) giggled, grabbing your hand and leading you to the armchair in the corner of the room. You got a good look at her body before she sat you down, a sexy lace thong framed her ass so beautifully.
"So what made you think of this?" you asked, still in disbelief.
(C/n) sat, straddling your lap. "I was talking to (f/n)," she explained. "He told me you didn't want strippers - which was a relief for me to hear - but I said that I still wanted to give you the 'bachelor party experience.' I figured you deserved a treat for being such a good fiancé, so I agreed to do it privately."
A thought occurred to you, wiping the smile off your face for a moment. "Did-?"
"No, your friends didn't see me dressed like this." (C/n) chuckled, calming you before you could even ask.
"Good," you laughed, breathing a sigh of relief.
(C/n) rolled her eyes. "It was all my idea. I picked out the outfit, did all the planning, they just told me when to show up." She trailed her fingers down your chest, lithely un-doing the first two or three buttons of your shirt. "Now you just relax and enjoy the show."
[This is everything I recovered after Wattpad deleted it. I'm marking it as finished for now, but I will be continuing it on Ao3. Still taking requests I'll publish there, also.]
