Hennessy

Bachelor party

~Damien

Gently shaving his face, his hard body on full display as a towel wrapped around his waist. Rinsing off the cream, pouring the scented alcohol on his hand, gently patting the product on his skin before making his way to the closet. Getting dressed in a pair of black jeans, a white long sleeve t-shirt that outline his broad shoulders, finishing the look with black sneakers.

Hopping in his black Lamborghini bed speeding off . It has been a week since his encounter with Hennessy. A part of him looked forward to seeing her, though he tries his best to not think about her. The day for Chris' bachelor party has come. Making his way inside the club, "Mr Carter" the hostess greets, "hi Chanel" he says giving her a tight smile. Guided to the VIP area, "look who finally made it! " Bryson says loudly, "I told you I had a meeting" he laughs bringing each one of them into a brotherly hug. "Where's Darnell?" He asks, shrugging their shoulders, "apparently he's with a potential client, he should be back soon" Chris says.
Damien's eyes awkwardly land on the women dancing in front of him, unlike Hennessy, watching them feels weird.

~Hennessy

Dressed in a black lace one piece, my breasts threatening to spill out the thin garment; a blond wavy wig coming down my back. Giving one a full view of my butt through the thongs. The material open on the sides, the front barely covering my mound. Fixing my edges as I stared into the mirror, "Henny" Patra calls out, turning to look at her, "honey it seems Michelle has disappeared with the keys can you kindly get them from Darnell's office" she says making my eyes widen, "I'm not sure I feel comfo-" "please, if anyone asks, just tell them I sent you" she says. Sighing before nodding my head.
Rushing down the hallway, the music still loud even at this level. Getting to the large wooden door, knocking as I placed my head against the door to hear with all the loud music. Moans and groans fill my ears making my eyes widen in embarrassment. Walking off, "hey!" A voice calls out, turning to see my boss peaking out the door, dressed in a white vest with his dress pants. The belt undone,  and here goes my job.  "Uhm I'm sorry, Patra sent me to get her keys, Michelle disappeared with hers" I say. Nodding his head, "come get them" he says, making my way to the door, my eyes make eye contact with the wide ones. Looking down at the sight of me, awkwardly seated on the wooden desk, her hair messy. Refusing to make contact with me. I don't get how girls become embarrassed when they screwing someone, I mean it's none of my business and it's not like he's dusty; hell I'll probably never see her again. Handing me the keys, "oh next time tell Patra to call and let me know that you coming up, got it?" He asks, nodding my head before rushing back to the dressing room.

Walking back in the dressing room, handing Patra the keys I rush back to the mirror. I'm not about to tell her about the awkward encounter. Making sure everything looks good and in place.

Given the bottles of Ace of Spades. The music blasting loud as I make my way to their table. "A SHOUT TO CHRIS! MAN's IS HOSTING HIS BACHELOR PARTY!" The Dj yells on the mic. Holding up the bottles, lightly moving my body to the music. My eyes immediately are met with Damien's taking a sip of his drink, his eyes glued to the woman seated next to him as she lovingly stared into his eyes. Scanning her body my eyes widen at the realisation. What on earth is happening here, it's the same woma-. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, my eyes widen as the owner I know as Darnell stood towering over me. A smile on his face as if he did not just scold me. His figure tall and intimidating, most of the girls around here did everything to get his attention; but what is his girlfriend doing with his friend. "Hi, are you good?" He smiles, giving him a soft smile, "hi sir, uhm, is everything good?" I ask reluctantly. "Would you like a drink?" He questions, shaking my head, "uhm no thanks, I don't drink" I say, "you don't have to worry about your job, I'm the one offering" he laughs, "no, I genuinely don't drink, I appreciate the offer" I say making him nod before walking off...

~Damien~
"So, I just came to check up on you, I'm feeling jet lagged" Aria smiles looking up at me, capturing her lips in a kiss, feeling the liquor getting to me. Leaning against her ear, "don't you wanna slip in the bathroom for a quick 5 minutes, just like when we were younger" I whisper against her ear, her cheeks turning red making me chuckle. "Not now baby, besides I'm all sweaty and tired from the flight" she smiles, leaning closer to me, gently caressing my chest, "I'll tell you what, when you get home, it's on" she whispers seductively making me smile. Pecking my lips, "text me when you get home" I say staring into her eyes, "I will" she says pulling away.
Gulping down my drink, my eyes land on Darnell, intensely staring into Henrietta's eyes, an uneasy feeling creeping inside me. Deciding to make my way to the men's room.
I can't be possibly 'jealous', not when my wife was just here. I don't even know this woman really, but seeing her made me feel like I'm cheating on my wife. Her energy is 'interesting', her appearance everything. It's like I've never seen her truly smile though, running the cool water down my hands before drying them. Staring at my reflection through the mirror, I'm a married man after all, I think it's best I stop coming here to begin with. Opening the door my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. "Uhm...I'm really sorry for waiting out" she says wide eyed, looking down at her, "uhm....look I just wanted to apologize for the other day, you actually helped me out" she says shyly, "and I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, it was rude of me considering you were trying to help" she says finishing off her sentence. Nodding my head, "it's all good, I would have done that for any woman" wow good way to lie, and hide your attraction. "Okay, thanks again" she says giving me a soft smile before walking off.