"I'm getting married," said Jaimy before shrieking. "You have to
come to the wedding. I'm not accepting no for an answer." We were best friends for fifteen years before she moved to France
to progress her career as an artist. We had not seen each other in
three years, and I needed an excuse to get out of Vegas. After our phone call, I called a courier company to fetch a
necklace from me to deliver as my wedding present. Mom gave me
that necklace on her deathbed and told me that it was a gift from her
father before he passed away. She said that I should gift it to
somebody who meant the world to me. Since mom’s death, Jaimy
was the only person whom I kept close to me. Dad gave up on me
after I couldn't kick my drug addiction. I moved to Las Vegas to get away from everyone, but it wasn’t
long before I got an urge to leave. Being around sleazy characters
reminded me of the crowd I used to hang around during my drug
days. "There's a table of four guys. Serve them, would you, honey?" asked Kylo. "Sure. Anything for you, boss."
I sighed when he walked away. When I approached the table and
introduced myself, I cracked a smile. Pretending had become second nature to me. When the next song started, I got on top of the table and slid my ass down the pole. When the fat, drunk guy grabbed my
thigh, I smacked his hand and frowned. He thought that I was
playing hard to get, so he went for my boob. His friend grabbed his arm and told him to chill. No man had
protected me before, so I smiled and thanked him. He told his two
friends to take the drunk guy to the bar. When they left, I extended
my hand and said, "I'm Claudette."
"I'm Jason. Is that your real name?"
"Yes."
"I thought exotic dancers don't give out their real names."
"We do to gentlemen. You a local or visiting?"
"I'm here for business." He offered me a seat next to him. Unlike all of the pompous jerks
I had to entertain by listening to their boastful stories of wealth, Jason was interested in finding out about me. I found my hand on
his leg when he told me that I was beautiful and too good for exotic
dancing. I also loved that he hadn't used the word stripping. When his friends returned, he wanted to go somewhere private so
that we could talk. I grabbed his hand and led him to the lap dance
booths. I bent over and stuck my ass in his face, then stood up and
smiled over my shoulder. "Take my g-string off," I said. After he pulled it off, I jiggled my ass in his face and felt him lick
my pussy. My boobs brushed his face as I dry-humped him, and I
felt that he was hard. He ran his hands up my back and said, "You're so beautiful." Our
eyes locked, and the tension sucked us in, infusing our lips. "You
know, it's always been my dream to have sex with an exotic dancer."
Jason looked at the ceiling and smiled as I unzipped his pants and
then sucked his dick. I bent over the chair, and he rode me doggy
style. The people in the booth next to us laughed when I screamed. I
sat on top and rode him. "I'm gonna cum," he said.
I wanted to make his experience more pleasurable, so I got on my
knees and opened my mouth. His load splattered on my face and
into my mouth. That was the first time I tasted cum. I walked him out of the club and gave him my number. "Call
me."The bastard never did. Although I was packing for my trip, I
couldn't get Jason off my mind. I thought that he would be the guy
to restore my faith in men. A smile appeared on my face as I landed in Paris. Being far from
Vegas allowed me to escape reality for a few days. The physical
distance from scummy men distanced them from my mind. "Oh, my goodness," said Jaimy as she opened her front door. She
hugged me and said, "I wasn't sure if you would come."
"I thought I'd surprise you." She grabbed my hand and escorted
me to the lounge. "So, where's the lucky guy?"
"He's at a tailor, getting his measurements for the suit." We spoke
for an hour before hearing the garage door open. "That's him." She scuttled through the kitchen, and I was looking at the photos
above the fireplace when she said, "Claudette."
"Yes." My jaw dropped when I turned around. "I'd like you to meet my fiancé, Jason."
Jaimy was the only one smiling. Jason and I gaped at each other, and I couldn't move. He gulped as he walked towards me, and my
heart pounded against my chest as he extended his hand. I smiled
with tight lips. Can the world just swallow me up, please? Jaimy
frowned, noticing the awkwardness between us. "I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do, so I'll be in the
bedroom if you need me," said Jason. Oh, thank God he's leaving. That scumbag. No wonder he never
called. I glared at him as he walked away. "Everything okay?" asked Jaimy. "Sure. I have to go check into a hotel."
"Why don't you stay with us?"
"Thanks, but I already paid." That was a lie. When I got to the hotel, I thought about calling Jaimy to tell her that
I had to leave due to an emergency. Her message came through
before I pressed dial. 'It means the world to me that you're here. My
special day just got more special now that you're attending the
wedding.' I sighed. I couldn't let down the only person I cared about. Jaimy called me in the morning and asked if I could be at the
venue an hour earlier. I got there half an hour before her request. Her maid of honour was in the changing room when I walked in. "You must be Claudette. It's nice to meet you. I'm Cheryl."
"Nice to meet you. You're early."
"I've got so much to sort out."
I looked to my left and saw a pile of gifts. "Wow. That's a lot of
presents. Did Jaimy receive my present? I don't see it here."
"What was it?"
"It was a necklace. The cover was blue."
"Oh," she said as her eyes moved left and right. "What?" She shook her head and smiled. "What's going on?" Cheryl looked down. "Jaimy opened some of the gifts. One of
them was yours."
"Okay, great. So, she's got the necklace." She pursed her lips and shook her head. "Please, don't tell her I
told you."
"Tell her what?"
"Jaimy thought that necklace was tacky, so she threw it away."
"You're joking?"
"I'm afraid not. Please, don't tell her I told you." The bride interrupted us. "Hello, all." I wanted to smack the smile
off her face. I smiled with tight lips and glared at her. That bitch. Just look at her. Thinks she can throw away my prized possession. "Do you mind if I have a word with Claudette?" asked Jaimy.
I anticipated an apology for my necklace after Cheryl stepped out. "I owe you an apology," said Jaimy. Damn right, you do. "I didn't
know if you would come to the wedding, so I asked Cheryl to be my
maid of honour. Sorry."
I faked another smile. "No problem. I need to go check something
in the venue." Being in the same room as her made me want to throw up, so I
went to the reception venue to blow off steam. The two big screens
showed the cameraman's shot when he panned across the venue. I
approached him and asked about the setup. "The venue is so big that Jaimy wanted everyone to see her," he
said. Of course, she did. Everything has to be about her. "Are you
using only this camera?" I asked. "No, we've got several. There's a small one in front of the main
table." After the conversation, I walked past the small camera and
shoved it into my purse. I knocked on Jason's changing room door and smiled at his best
men after he opened it. Jason popped his head over the best man's
shoulder and asked him. "Look, I know you're upset," he said. "I should've told you about
my fiancé, but -."
I pressed my finger on his lips. "That's not why I'm here. I'm fine
with it, really."
"You are?"
"Absolutely. I thought we could do it one last time."
I put my purse on a chair before telling Jason my fetish, and he
agreed to indulge me. Afterwards, I went back to the reception venue and put the
camera on the tripod before the ceremony and spoke to a waiter. Several hundred people gathered after the ceremony. The people at
the back watched the screens during the speeches.
I gestured to the waiter, and he walked past the camera and
pressed play. The guests looked at the screens when my footage
interrupted the live coverage. Some of them gasped, and others
laughed as they watched Jason on all fours, naked and barking like a
puppy while I spanked his bum. I smiled, seeing Jaimy gape at the screen, and Jason bowed his
head after looking at me. Some of the guests laughed when Jason
rolled over onto his back and kicked like a good, little boy. "Now, jerk yourself off," I said in the video. I suppressed my
smile by covering it with my hand, seeing the guests gobsmacked. "That's a good, little doggy," I said in the video. "Did you enjoy
humping me more than Jaimy?"
Jason's tongue wagged as he nodded.
