The Badboy and the Prude

Chapter 19

We were going to crash a bachelor party.

We were all currently standing in the alley of the strip club, planing our move. Apparently, the club was reserved for this bachelor party. Ava was there when the arrangements were being made, and she eavesdropped, then called Carter. They planned this whole thing out, and so here we were now.

"Okay, Clyde, your with me," started Carter. I gave him a look, but he smirked and continued, "Ava and Gage, you guys are gonna be by the bar. Adam, Alex, and Jace, you guys are gonna get...involved in the show. You will be giving us the cue. Cade and Cale, you guys are entering from the back. Everyone, got it?" he asked. They all nodded, but I was annoyed. Carter started handing out black backpacks that I could only guess was carrying our "weapons".

He grabbed my hand, and our black backpack, and dragged me towards the front entrance of the club.

"Why me?" I asked him.

"Because, your actually a good partner in crime," he said, not looking at me.

Now I was quite shocked. "Really?"

"Sure. I mean, last time, in the garden, that was a genius plan." he said, laughing to himself. I laughed a bit, and just followed him. He stopped at the door, and knocked sharply. Of course, no one answered because the music was so loud, and this seemed to please Carter.

He released my hand and pulled out a pocket knife.

"What are you doing with that?" I asked.

"What else?" he asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and watched as he picked at the lock relentlessly. Or I thought he was picking it, until the whole thing just fell off the door. Carter smirked and dragged me inside the club.

The smells were suffocating. I swear, I could smell the sex in the air, tangling itself with the sweat and alcohol. It was disgusting.

The music was ridiculously loud, and there was laughter and cheering coming from the club. Carter and I walked through a mini hallway, and emerged in a mass of craziness. There were men all crowded around the "catwalk" and stage, there were strippers basically having sex with the poles, there were bartenders dressed in provocative clothing, and they were all female, and there was one man who stood out. He was seated on sort of a "throne" and had about five strippers grinding against him and his seat, and he was downing a bottle of vodka. This was insanity! The tables were littered with empty glasses and bottles of liquor and vodka, and the bartenders looked miserable as they walked around serving drinks in their skimpy clothes. The lighting was low everywhere except the catwalk and stage.

It was pretty obvious this bozo was the groom-to-be and here he was grinding off with strippers.

Anywho, I now realized how perfect this situation was. We were going to crash this party and get away with it! Why?

Well, first off, these bozos were drunk. How in the world would they remember our faces or be able to chase us? They probably couldn't even walk straight.

Second, they were all hornier than a jack rabbit on Viagra. So, that just made this all much more funny.

And third, I don't have a third point. It just made sense to say third.

Anywho, Carter dragged me off towards the groom. We were sneaking in the dark areas of the club, even though it wouldn't have mattered if these men saw us. We stopped a couple feet behind the groom's "throne" in a dark corner, and waited. One of the strippers that were dancing around the groom took notice of Carter and licked her lips. I looked at Carter and pointed her out as discretely as I could.

His eyes widened and he tensed. He slowly dragged me off towards another dark corner, but this strippers gaze was glued to him.

"She's still staring at you," I whispered.