My Everything | Damie

Chapter 2

Dakota's Pov;

I'm woken abruptly when a pair of arms wraps around me in my sleep. They grab me and lift me out of the bed, sending my entire body into a panic. They're a mans arms but they don't belong to Jamie. The man holding me is smaller than Jamie, less muscular, and he's got something covering his face. I flail around in his arms, screaming at the top of my lungs for Jamie, but he's no where in sight. Why isn't he here? Where did he go? Why would he leave me here alone in the middle of the night? My heart is racing as I kick against my attacker and continue to scream, now not for Jamie, just for anybody who might hear me. My screaming stops when I'm dropped in the back seat of a car with the interior lights on. I look around, in shock, as I process my surroundings. I recognize the car. It belongs to my friend Blake. "What the fuck?" I splutter, as the man who carried me here reveals his face to me and it turns out to be Blake himself. "Blake! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing? Where's Jamie?" I scream at him, half angry, half relieved. "Settle down, Coqui. I'm kidnapping you for a reason. Jamie's at your next destination along with all our other friends. They're all waiting on you." Waiting on me? In the middle of the night? I check the clock on the dashboard and see it's only eleven. Not nearly as late as I thought. "I've got coffee to get you woken up and there's a change of clothes in the backseat." I frown, glancing at the folded pile of clothing next to me. "I still don't understand what's going on." I accept his offer of coffee and take a sip, trying to get my brain back together after being dragged out of bed. "We're going to your bachelorette party. Jamie planned it all out for you." I laugh out loud as realization hits me. A while back Jamie and I were talking about the possibility of having Bachelor/Bachelorette parties and we both agreed to have a sort of all in one get together to celebrate our upcoming wedding. Neither of us are sad to see our single lives go so we decided to do a joint party as a pre-wedding celebration for the both of us. I look back to the folded clothing at my side and pick it up to examine it more in detail. "Oh my. Who's idea was this?" I ask, holding up the slinky black sequined party dress. "Your beloved fiance's." Blake says, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. I giggle, imagining Jamie in a store purchasing this all on his own. "Well, put it on. We've got a party to get to." Blake insists and I inhale deeply. Here goes nothing...wouldn't be the first time I got changed in a car or in front of Blake. I change into the dress and leave my pajamas in a bundle on the floorboard. "Oh and this." Blake passes me a tube of hot pink lipstick and I apply it as he drives us to our destination. To where Jamie is waiting.

Jamie's Pov;

I see Blake's car pull up outside and Dakota gets out looking absolutely stunning in the dress I got her specifically for tonight. They walk up the short driveway to the party house we rented for the night and I come to the door to let them in. As soon as Dakota walks in her friends all shout surprise before swarming her with hugs. When she's done greeting the group she runs into my arms. "Jamie this is amazing! I can't believe you planned all this!" She looks around the room in amazement, still in my arms. The decor is all done in black glitter to match her dress. There's caterers mostly consisting of shirtless males and women in extra sexualized uniform attire all coming around with drinks and snacks for the guests. All of Dakota's friends are present as well as mine. I'd say so far it's a very successful party and to think I planned it all by myself makes me even more proud of my work. I planned the whole thing with Dakota in mind, not myself, all the way down to the stripper that's set to arrive soon. "So, you like it?" I ask, just to be sure. "Yes." She giggles, eyes wide as she takes in the room. "It's perfect. Thank you." She leans in to kiss me, hands grasping the back of my hair. She then pulls away and punches my arm, hard, causing me to gasp in a mix of shock and actual pain. "That's for letting me get kidnapped. You scared the fuck out of me with that stunt!" She scolds and I chuckle while rubbing my now definitely bruised arm. "I apologize, baby. I promise it was with the best intentions." She smiles and gives me another soft kiss. "I know. Sorry I hit you." She then kisses my bruised arm to make it better. "I deserved it. Let's get you a drink. We've got entertainment arriving soon." I take her hand and guide her to get us both a drink. Our one drink then leads to five thanks to our no-nonsense party hard friends. We're slamming back shots at the bar when the stripper arrives. Dakota's friends Emily and Blake grab her by the arms and force her to a seat in the middle of the room. At the same time I'm grabbed by Eddie and another of my close friends Michael and forced into a chair next to Dakota's in the center of the room. Dakota and I's chairs are pressed together so close that we're touching. Our friends collectively gather around us as our hired stripper, makes her entrance to give us both a lap dance. The woman I hired goes by the name Angel but I seriously doubt it's her real name. She's of average height, curvy build, with long blonde hair. Perfect for Dakota. I wrap my arm around Dakota and give her a wink. I know what my baby likes. There's a change of music and dimming of the lights as it begins. Angel climbs atop Dakota first and grinds her backside against Dakota's front to the beat of the music. The look on Dakota's face is priceless, I've never seen her blush and giggle so hard, not even during our most awkward sex scenes together. Angel then switches positions and spreads her legs far enough for her center to be planted firmly on both Dakota and I's laps. It's as if we've each got half of her. I'm immensely impressed by her ability to accommodate both of us and I make a mental note to at least double her tip just for that alone. This woman's got serious talent. She slowly grinds against us, as she dips her head back, fully arching her back like a cat. Her position gives us a full view down her silver top-piece, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. She brings herself back up and bends in my direction, her hand trailing through my hair and down my bicep. Then she slides over Dakota's way and Dakota grabs the woman's hips, holding her close as she rubs her center against Dakota's middle and brushes her breast's over Dakota's face. It's extremely erotic, but tastefully so, and I can tell Dakota's enjoying herself. When the song ends so does the dance. Angel removes herself from atop us, giving everyone a full view of Dakota who's skin has a faint blush now covering it. She's biting her lip in that adorably sexy way she does and I swear that alone turns me on more than any woman's half naked body on me. Dakota then unexpectedly hops out of her chair and climbs into my lap, pulling me into a passionate kiss. Our friends erupt in applause and some whistles of encouragement as we feverishly kiss one another. I'm elated that Dakota has had a good time celebrating and that she got the Bachelorette party she deserves, but now all I want is to take her home where I can have her all to myself, forever.