Months later
“Your last night as a bachelor,” my brother hollers as he enters the limousine. I didn’t want a bachelor party but the boys insisted on it. Apparently, it is Olivia approved, I’m hoping that is true and not something they told me to give me a party. We all arrived in Paris yesterday; the Dirty Texas jet completely full. Especially with all the kids; the bags of crap that entails is mind blowing. A ten-hour flight with screaming kids is kind of hellish, even if they are super cute. Sadie and Ruby have grown up so quickly. Almost three months old now and little Levi is two months. I can’t believe how quickly they are growing up. Luckily, both sets of grandparents are traveling with the group for baby duties.
“Please tell me we are not going to the strippers,” I groan.
“Seriously?” Christian questions me.
“Yeah, man, seriously.”
“Um, I kind of remember our birthday and someone was very keen to sample the strippers.”
“Dude, I was single then and you didn’t want a bar of them because of Ness.”
“Okay, you got me there on a technicality, but no we aren’t going to see strippers.” He gives me a smile that tells me otherwise. We just had dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower just like we did last time we were here, but this time the group looks a little different. We have now begrudgingly split up for the night. The grandparents heading back to the apartment with all the children, letting the grown-ups have a night out. A first for poor Christian and Ness. There’s this app now that lets them dial in and watch the girls sleep. I can totally see my brother being on the phone all night.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“It’s all good, don't worry.” Christian tries to reassure me.
“And what are the girls doing?”
“Strippers, from what I have heard,” Evan adds and my eyes widen. The bastard bursts out laughing. “You should have seen your face, total classic.” I flip him off. “I’m actually not sure. They all remained tight-lipped.”
“Could be anything with Derrick organizing it.”
“Last time Derrick organized a bachelorette party he organized strippers and Olivia jerked one of them off.” The limousine becomes silent; everyone looks at me. “I’m guessing the girls didn’t tell you that part of the story.” The boys shake their heads.
“I’m sure it will be okay,” Evan says nervously. See fuckers, not so nice when the shoe is on the other foot, I laugh to myself.
“Welcome to the Moulin Rouge.” A small man, with a thick French accent, welcomes us at the VIP area of the famous Moulin Rouge. “Congratulations Monsieur Taylor on your wedding. We hope that you enjoy the show.” He gives me a creepy little wink. The area is decked out in red velvet with gold ornate decorations; everything is over the top opulent. The VIP section is situated high up on a balcony and the boys have hired the whole section just for us. There is one long white table that overlooks the stage. It is set up with bottles of champagne and canapés for us.
“This is your seat.” Christian pulls out the middle chair for me, giving me front and center view of the stage; the others take the seats around me. A waitress, dressed in costume, arrives with two buckets full of beer bottles. She places the buckets onto the table before picking up one champagne bottle to pop the cork and pour us all a glass before she disappears. “I want to raise a toast to my brother. Congratulations on becoming a pussy!” The guys all burst out laughing. I just roll my eyes. I knew he would need to have a go at me about my pussy comment. I just clink his champagne glass.
“Glad to be joining the pussy club.” This makes his smile widen.
“I think we need to get T-shirts made up saying Pussy Club Member on them.” Christian jokes, making me groan because I can totally see him giving me one for Christmas or our birthday.
We watch as the room fills up with eager tourists. I just hope none of them look up here and notice us. The paparazzi attention has been a little intense since Olivia and I announced our engagement, something that makes her extremely uncomfortable. The lights finally dim and French music blasts through the sound system.
“See, told you no strippers,” Christian whispers to me. But there are most certainly just as many boobs on display. “It’s art.” He elbows me, when more near naked women dance across the stage, making me laugh. It might not be a normal bachelor party that guys might have in Vegas, but my life has been one big bachelor party over the years, I don’t need that anymore. I’m guessing this is a pretty good compromise for the boys. Two hours, and many drinks later, the show is finished.
“Please wait here until everyone else has left, there are photographers outside,” one of the staff advises us. We wait in the darkened theatre chatting to one another, mostly talking animatedly about the women dancing. A little while later music starts again through the speakers and the dark stage is illuminated again. We watch as women dressed in Moulin Rouge outfits return to the stage.
“I may have had one too many drinks, but is that Olivia?” I punch Christian in the arm and point to the stage. He turns and squints his eyes.
“Is that Ness?” Christian questions.
“I think that’s Sienna.” Evan frowns.
“Yeah, that looks like Stacey for sure.” Oscar’s eyes widen.
“Camryn?” Nate adds.
“Fuck, that’s not Charlotte?” Blake looks a little pissed.
“Is that Penny and Ivy as well?”
“Isla?” Finn whispers.
“And Yvette,” Evan adds.
“What the hell? Is that Derrick in drag?” We all look at the bearded lady. Yep that is definitely Derrick. What the hell is going on? The music for the Can Can starts to play and the group starts kicking their legs up with their skirts covering their faces and showing us their frilly knickers. They are then joined on stage by what looks to be proper dancers. Finally, the song finishes and they end it by showing us their sexy, frilly asses. The boys all stand up and wolf whistle enthusiastically. The girls thank the dancers as they walk off stage. I can see the beaming smile on Olivia’s face.
“How do we get down there?” I ask, looking for the exit.
“Follow me, Monsieur.” The small man guides us from the balcony, down the stairs through the tables on the ground level and to another set of stairs that lead up to the stage. I take them two at a time, making my way directly to Olivia. Her face is bright pink and a light sheen of sweat laces her body. I grab her face and kiss her passionately. This is the hottest thing I could ever have hoped to see on my bachelor party, and she wasn’t even naked.
“I’m guessing you liked it,” she laughs against my mouth.
“I fucking loved it. You are crazy, do you know that?” I press my forehead against hers. “That was seriously the craziest thing.”
“You can thank Derrick for that idea, but if I’m honest, I think that maybe he has always wanted to do it. He really enjoyed it.” She giggles again.
“Fuck, you look hot.” I realize what she is wearing. Her breasts are pushed up to almost spilling out, her bodice tight around her small waist. She looks like a fantasy brought to life, a fantasy I didn’t realize I wanted until seeing her dressed like this. “Liv, is there a chance we can…you know…go somewhere.” Her face lights up.
“I would love to, babe, but I think we are on our way to the next destination.”
“Fine, I can wait. I think. Maybe not, my dick is kind of aching looking at you dressed like this.”
“How about I pack it for the honeymoon and we can revisit this again.” My eyes widen. My naughty little fiancée, I like her thinking. “Let me go get changed, apparently we are off to The Paradise Club after this.”
“Really?” She nods. Olivia gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and disappears with the others to get changed.
“I know it’s supposed to be your bachelor party, bro, but I think we all won tonight.” Christian claps me on the back. “We got lucky with those girls, man. Real lucky.” I totally agree with him.