The Stripper That Stole My Heart

Chapter 1

Chapter 1  

Bachelor parties....a useless male ritual to be experienced before the groom to be got married and was stuck forever with one woman as his partner for as long as they both shall live. Sounded like a good thing right?

To me, it was pointless. I could have been doing something much better with my time than spending it with my arrogant friends, at the most stereotypical place to have a bachelor party ever...A strip club. Though I should have known my buddies would do everything deemed inappropriate by my fiancee for my bachelor party.

"Joel, get over here. We got you something, man!" a man called from a couple tables away. Sitting beside the racous man, perched seductively upon the table, one leg hitched over the other was possibly one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen.

As I turned in my chair to face him, mouth already open to respond with a 'no thanks', I halted as soon as my eyes met hers. I sat there mouth agape, midnight blue eyes wide simply staring for what seemed like an incredibly long amount of time.

My thoughts were proved right when I heard cat calls from my friends sitting around the table near her. A coy smile began to pull up her full lips, as she saw watched me stare. It was like her silvery pools were drawing me in. I was the typical kind of guy, I liked blue eyed, blond haired, petite women.

But when I looked upon the woman sitting on the table, she was the complete opposite. I recovered calmly, shutting my eyes after blinking a couple times. "Hey Joel, you stare any harder buddy, your eyes might just pop out of your head," called another friend from the table, which earned a lot of laughs.

Raising a hand, the woman my friends had called over......the stripper they had bought me for my bachelor party, motioned for me to come to the table, her index finger curling slowly in and out. Lifting my glass of bourbon, I drank the rest of the glasses contents before my legs had pushed me from my chair and were leading me to the table she sat on.

"There he goes. Come on, Joel, make your way over. Atta boy," a man said, raising his own glass to me as I stopped only a couple feet from where the woman stood. Another laugh echoed around the table, but I hardly noticed.

Still the woman held my gaze, I was captured by her steely eyes, enamoured by them. Her lips pulled farther up, becoming catty and yet they were gentle. I felt a smile of my own tug up my mouth, and the guy who had initiated this whole situation leaned over, pointing a finger at me.

"Now, Joelly, you're gonna go with this fine lady to a private room, and you're gonna have a good time," he began speaking, his words slurred from the alcohol.

At this, my gaze shifted to him, looking down at him with an arched brow. "James, what the hell did you do?" I groaned, my grin fading quickly into a tight line of discomfort.

"We paid....for an hour with this fine young lady here, in a private room," James answered, giving me a cheesy smile.

"Come on Joel, it's your last night before you have to get hitched to Clare. Go with the fine young woman, have a good time. Easy," one of my other friends piped up, waving his glass around wildly.

My eye's flickered back to the stripper, who still had the gentle yet catty smile curled up her lips. "Don't be scared. Private rooms doesn't mean anything special. I'm Chloe by the way," she said, her tone was warm and soft, sounding like honey sliding over steel. Powerful, but gentle.

It was her voice that hooked me. Yet again my eyes were trained on her, and without a second thought I simply smiled despite the fact that my vision was a little fuzzy now from the alchohol in my system, and answered her with as much of a seductive tone as I could, "Let's go, Miss. Chloe."