I stand at the open bar. It’s my brother and his client, Pike’s, joint bachelor party. I still can’t believe my older brother is getting married. He was a sworn bachelor until he met his fiancée, Brooke, whom I suspect he’s on the phone with now. I saw him sneak off a few minutes ago.

I’m happy for him, but I’m here for the booze and strippers. The strippers are my treat. I hired a few girls from the club of one of my clients. He’s a friend from college. Rod was always a dick, but he pays me to handle his business, not care about his lacking personality.

I hear a few cheers as some busty blonde steps into the middle of the living room wearing a smile and the skimpiest police uniform I’ve ever seen. It fits her like a second skin and compliments her golden hair and deep tan. The boy shorts she’s wearing show off her curves and an ass that screams for me to spank it.

“Sorry to bust up the party, boys, but we’ve had several loud-noise complaints.” She taps the fake club against the palm of her hand. I step closer to the center of the room—where all the action is—closer to her. “You’ve got the right to remain silent but I kinda wanna hear you beg.”

Her pearly whites graze her bottom lip and my cock stirs, jumping to life at thoughts of her doing just that—trying to make me beg.

Fuck, she’s sassy and gorgeous. Her long legs look like they could wrap around me three or four times.

The redhead standing next to her isn’t so bad either. I’ve got to hand it to Rod, he knows how to pick them. I regret not accepting his invitation to visit the club and receive the preferential treatment. He has a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy when it comes to the girls taking money under the table for more than a lap dance.

“Where’s Mr. Hunter?” She stares around the room.

I know she means my brother, but I can’t stop myself from stepping forward and saying, “That’d be me, sweetheart.”

“I’ve got it under strict authority to take you upstairs for interrogation.”

“You gonna cuff me too?” I wink and hold out my wrists.

“That depends on how bad you’ve been.” Her hips sway as she steps toward me and smacks my ass with her club. The redhead joins her, each of them taking an arm. I grab a bottle of liquor as I lead them to the stairs as hoots and whistles sound in the room below. Glancing over the balcony I see Pike sitting in a chair straddled by a woman with a whip.

My brother stares up at me, shaking his head, and I shrug before taking the girls into one of the guestrooms for a little fun.

We share the bottle of liquor, passing it back and forth between the three of us. It’s strong. I already feel buzzed.

“Sit down.” The busty blonde pokes me in the chest with her black baton.

I sink down on the edge of the bed as her friend slinks across, coming up behind me. She pulls my jacket off. Her fingers go to my tie, loosening it. “Are you a stuck-up suit?” Her soft voice whispers in my ear. “Or are you a bad boy who needs punished?”

I start to answer when the blonde cuts me off. Her long red nails grab my mouth. “No more talking.” She pulls a phone from her back pocket and turns on some music.

Her girlfriend rubs her hands over my chest and breathes heavily in my ear. Blondie’s got her back to me and her hips start to move, nearly hypnotizing me. Chick has an ass from heaven.

She moves closer and closer to my lap, and I want to pull her down on me. Her ass is so damn tempting. I’d like to sink balls-deep inside her.

Before I can act she turns around to face me.

Her full red lips lift into a sexy smirk as she continues to dance. Her fingers tease at the cleavage of her top, promising to reveal more skin. I can’t wait to see what she’s hiding under her skimpy uniform.

Sensual and seductive, her dance continues.

Damn, I love the way she moves.

Her body grooves in time with the beat of the music. My eyes follow every thrust of her hips as her tits bounce in my face.

Spinning around she grinds her ass over my crotch, and I can’t help but smack it. Tossing me a cheeky grin over her shoulder she drops down, grinding her firm cheeks over my growing cock. Up and down and side to side—she’s driving me wild.

The attractive redhead works on unbuttoning my shirt, wasting no time getting down and dirty. Just how I like it.

“Do you have any party favors?” Her tongue traces the shell of my ear.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Try downstairs.” Cocaine has never been my thing. I prefer alcohol or a fat joint on special occasions.

“Bummer.” She pouts and leaves the room.

Blondie shrugs and begins her strip tease.

The more skin she reveals the harder I get.

Her soft fingers brush along my arm, igniting a fire in me that has my cock ready to burst from the seams of my pants.

I’m going out of my mind, I want her so bad.

I need to taste those tempting lips.

There’s nothing stopping me but the small voice in the back of my head telling me I don’t know this chick. But as she grinds down I find I’m unable to resist. I’m a fucking man after all.