Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

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"Are you serious?" Oriana asked her friend incredulously.

"You bet I am!" Lacey replied, pawing through Oriana 's tapes and CDs.

"I am getting married in less than a week, and you are sitting here telling me that you plan to strip for Donnie and his friends? What happened to the sweet, innocent Lacey Scarlett that I know and love?"

"She's still here, Oriana . I thought you were adamant about Donnie not having some floozy stripper at his bachelor party."

"I am. I don't want some ho-bag doing a lap dance on my baby, all but fucking him straight up," Oriana agreed. "What are you looking for, anyway?"

"That Gunuwine CD." Lacey knocked over a pile of CDs, and jewel boxes scattered everywhere.

"I loaned it to you, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Lacey restacked the CDs.

Oriana looked at her friend closely. "Are you sure you have the balls to strip in front of drunken wild men, like Jordan, and Donnie, and...Joe?"

"Sure I do." Lacey twisted a strand of hair between her fingers, a sure sign that she was nervous.

"Lacey, this is not the way to bag Joe. Sex isn't a real relationship, you know that."

"I know, Oriana . Don't preach at me. I have been trying to get Joe-to notice me ever since he broke up with that ho  last year. I've tried flirting with him, ignoring him, everything short of throwing myself in front of his car buck naked. This will get his attention, if nothing else."

"I guess you could say that. But are you sure you can handle all these guys by yourself?"

"Yes. Get a certain kind of man drunk enough, and he'll do whatever you say."

"Yeah, but get the other kind of man drunk enough, and they're out of control," Oriana replied. "Isn't there anyone else you could get to dance with you?"

"No, not that I can think of. Unless..." a wild spark flared in Lacey's blue eyes. Oriana looked at her warily. She was used to Lacey's wild ideas that usually backfired.

"What?" Oriana said slowly.

"Unless a certain girl named Melissa would be interested in coming in and doing a special private dance, just for the groom," Lacey said with a mischievous smile.

"Who's Melissa ?" Oriana asked suspiciously.

"You!" Lacey said triumphantly.

"What?" Oriana screeched. "I'm an artist, not a dancer!"

"But you could be." Lacey stood and began to pace. Oriana knew this meant that her mental wheels were turning. It was the process Lacey used when she was brainstorming for her novels. "Let's see...the bachelor party is at Danny's. More than likely, the guys will be downstairs in that big family room. I'll tell Danny that I will get the entertainment, if he lets me decorate the room. I'll get a few real dancers, but not exotic dancers. I have the perfect idea."

"What?" Oriana asked fearfully.

"like a !" Lacey answered excitedly. "It will be perfect! If your face is hidden behind a veil, not only will Donnie love the mysticism, but he won't recognize you!"

"You really think he's not gonna recognize my body? Hello, we've been together for over a year." Oriana began putting the CDs back in the rack.

"Oriana , he's not gonna be sober. He won't know who it is. And he'll be so enthralled by the real "belly dancers" I'm gonna get that he'll just assume you're one of them." Lacey got more excited as she continued. "We'll both have veils on, and really sexy outfits. We'll dance around with the other girls, and then just kinda lure Donnie and Jordan out of the room! He'll have to notice me after this!"

"I don't know about this," Oriana said. "I don't want to think that Donnie would just let some strange woman do him, the night before his wedding."

"Then don't do him, Oriana ! Just do everything but. And I'm sorry, but I think any man can be convinced when he's drunk," Lacey said wryly.

"Okay," Oriana decided suddenly. "I'll do it. But everything is up to you. You are in charge of planning this, not me. If it backfires, it's all on you!"

"Oh, it won't backfire. This bachelor party will go down in history!"