The Honeymoon is Over!

CHAPTER SIX

Ares had done as he said and went back to Greece, leaving Donna to live her life with Lucas. At first, she had been a bit disturbed by the entire situation. She wondered why Ares did not want to pursue her any longer. Even though his constant persistence was irritating and frustrating, she found now that she actually missed him. He used to keep her on her toes. And he was no eyesore to look at either! If it had not have been for her upcoming wedding, she may have slipped back into that same depressing routine she was in when she had got back from Greece, before Lucas and Ares had shown back up in her life again. Now, she and Rachel and Michelle were much too busy planning all the details for the event. The wedding was only six months away.

Other than the busy schedule of dress fittings, invitations, etc., life was pretty uneventful. She and Lucas saw each other about two or three times a week, even if it was only for an hour or so. One of the restaurants was doing an exceptional business and Lucas was spending a lot of his time there. Donna was actually grateful they were not able to spend more time together. She knew Ares was gone, but she didn't know if he was still planning on holding her to "the deal" they made about her sleeping with someone else. She wasn't going to take the chance to find out. But sex didn't seem to matter as much to her anymore. It made her wonder why that was so. Maybe it was because she was so stubborn when it came to Ares and his demands. Like a rebellious teen-ager, always wanting to do the exact opposite of what he wanted her to do. But now that he was gone, so was the challenge. It was for the best, she thought. As the time passed and the wedding drew near, Donna's thoughts about Ares became fewer and fewer.

Lucas' best man and friend of ten years, Robert, had planned to throw a bachelor party for Lucas at his
Italian restaurant on the pier. On the same note, Rachel and Michelle had also planned something for Donna's party. Not your typical wedding shower, that was much too boring for the girls. Instead, they planned to take Donna out in a limousine to Hollywood's famous "Chip-N-Dale’s" nightclub. They figured a night with some hunky male exotic dancers was just the right way to send her off into her new life of monogamy.


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Back in Greece, Ares occasionally had kept his watch over Donna through the viewing mirror. He tried not to use it too often because every time he had, his thoughts would become obsessed with Donna for the next few days. He had to really fight the urge to keep his distance from her. He was sure that she would find her way back to him before she married that useless mortal of hers. But the closer the wedding got, the more anxious he became.

About a month before the nuptials, Ares was eavesdropping again, but Donna was not at the apartment. Instead, he happened upon a conversation that Rachel and Michelle were having about taking Donna to see the male dancers. The event was to happen in two weeks. They had already rented the limo and had reserved the front row section at the club. He watched the girls as they laughed at how Donna was going to be so surprised at their little plan. Obviously, she had no idea what was to take place. A few moments later, Donna came home.

Ares gasped at the sight of her. She looked so lovely, so delicious! His desire for her at that moment was overwhelming. He felt his cock stiffening and he shifted in his chair to relieve the pressure he felt against his leather pants. How much longer was he supposed to wait? He couldn't keep denying himself like this. And the wedding was only a few weeks away. What if she really went through with it? Frustrated and angry, he shot a fireball into the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces.

The sight of Donna had stimulated him so badly that even after he jerked off, he was still unsatisfied.

"To Tartarus with this," he yelled. "I don't care if I'm not supposed to interfere with her supposed path. I am just going to have to point her in the right direction."

He began pacing the floor trying to think of how he was going to approach this situation. He was determined to keep her from marrying that mortal dweeb. He thought she would have blown her end of the deal by now, but that hadn't happened. Then a seductive smile found his luscious full lips as an idea crossed his mind. He knew exy why what to do.


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It happened that both Lucas’ bachelor party and Donna’s “wedding shower” were planed for the same evening. The girls had told Donna to get ready for a night on the town although they still withheld the information as to just where they were taking her. A few days earlier, Rachel had taken Donna shopping for a new outfit for the celebration as part of her present to her. They decided on a short & sexy, tight fitting black dress. It had spaghetti string straps that connected behind the neck and two more that criss-crossed just below the center of her back, leaving almost her entire back exposed. It fit Donna perfectly, but if she had been any bigger busted, she would not have got it, since wearing a bra was out of the question. Donna, who was generally more modest than most women, had also bought a loose fitting silk shirt to cover the backless dress. The silk was a gorgeous design of red and black, with silver threaded accents sewn throughout the design. It complimented the dress and it made Donna feel better about wearing it out in public.

The night of the festivities had finally arrived and Rachel and Michelle were wound up and ready to go. Donna and Rachel looked pretty hot in their short dresses, although Michelle, who was married to Pete now and the new mother of a lovely little girl named Pricilla, was wearing a burgundy colored, two piece silk pant suit. The blouse of the outfit was unbuttoned enough to expose just enough of her pregnancy-engorged breasts. She liked to show them off some, since she had always felt cheated when it came to that part of her body. The limo pulled up in front of the apartment and the girls took off for Hollywood.


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Down at the restaurant on the pier, Lucas, Robert, and a group of their buddies were beginning to gather in the private banquet room. Robert had arranged for all the usual things you would find at a bachelor party: porno flicks, food, a poker game, plenty of booze, and, of course, the hooker/stripper, who wasn’t scheduled to arrive until much later on.

The beers and mixed drinks began to flow around the poker table. There was a large cloud of cigar smoke lingering in the room and an adequate buffet table set up against one wall. Laughter filled the air, as did the sound of the player chips being tossed in to the center of the “kitty”.

After a few hours, the lights suddenly went out and movies began. Most of the men were pretty buzzed by now, including Lucas, and they all started to howl at the sight of the nude women on the large screen. Lucas couldn’t keep his eyes away from the sight of two women sucking some guy’s cock.


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Donna almost turned the same shade of red as the color in her silk cover-up as soon as she saw where the limo stopped.

“You guys!” she blushed. “Please tell me this is not where we’re going. You know how easily embarrassed I get.”

“Oh come on, Donna, it’s going to be ALL women in there – except for the dancers, of course.” Rachel raised her eyebrows up and down, teasing Donna.

“Yeah, Don. Besides, I didn’t get to do anything like this before Pete and I got married. So I’m gonna do it now, with you. It's gonna be a blast, you’ll see!”

The driver opened the limo door for the ladies and they exited the vehicle, drawing smiles from the many curious onlookers. They enjoyed the attention, making them feel like they were celebrities. They entered the club and Rachel spoke to the host, informing them of who they were. He showed them to their section down in the front row - center stage. No men, other than the club's employees were allowed in the before the show and there was still about 45 minutes before it was supposed to begin. Michelle excused herself and returned moments later with three shot glasses of tequila, some salt, and a handful of cut lime pieces. She set everything down and walked back to the bar to get the three beers she had also ordered. They had already enjoyed a couple of beers in the limo on the way, which they had stopped to buy, since the girls had neen een able to afford to pay extra for a fully stocked bar. Michelle took her seat and licked and salted the back of her hand then picked up one of the tequila shots, motioning the other two to do the same. Donna and Rachel followed suit.

"Okay, here we are! Let's toast to Donna and her man: May you be forever happy - just like me and Pete!" She smugly smiled, not being able to help throwing in that last part.

The girls licked the salt from their hands and threw the gold liquid down their throats, each making a sour face as they did so. Rachel was the first one to grab a lime and start sucking on it. Her face turned even sourer then!

"Yyoouzzzaa, that was gross! Wanna do another?" Rachel asked.

"Sure, why not?" Donna popped up, already feeling a buzz coming on from the beer she drank in the limo.

"Okay then, my turn to buy," Rachel said getting up from the table.

Donna and Michelle sat there a moment silently. They scoped the place, watching all the pretty women trying to pick up on the bartenders and waiters. Donna was rubbing the pendant around her neck, which for the most part, had been kept hidden by the silk shirt she had on.

"Donna, what's that around your neck?"

"Huh? What?"

"Let me see the necklace you are wearing. That chain is so unusual. Is that leather braided in?"

"Oh, yeah." Donna answered, looking down at the pendant in-between her fingers.

"Where did you find that? It could almost be a man's piece."

"It is! It actually belongs to a frie . . .someone I know, but haven't seen for awhile. I'm hoping I'll see him again one day and be able to return it to him."

"Who? Why don't you just call him?"

"I can't. I don't know how to get a hold of him."

"Get a hold of who, Donna?" Rachel appeared at the table holding three more shots. She set them on the table.

"Just a guy I met. It was a long time ago."

"Look at her necklace, Rach. It's really different."

Rachel bent down and took the pendant in her hand. "Isn't that some kind of Greek symbol?"

"Uh huh, it stands for the letter "A" in the Greek alphabet," Donna responded, pretending like she was only half interested in the questions the girls were asking her. She didn't want to have to explain anything about Greece or Ares or anything else.

"It's cool looking. Kinda big for you though. Why did you choose to wear it tonight?" Rachel asked as she released the pendant.

Donna picked it up again and rubbed it between her fingers. "Oh, I don't know. I guess I was just thinking about the guy it belongs to . . . Hey! Check out THAT guy!" She was trying to change the subject. She didn't want to answer any more questions.

"Whoa. What a bod!" Rachel's eyes were practically falling out of her head. They would have matched her tongue, which was already doing that. "I wonder if he's one of the dancers?"

"Come on, ladies. Drink up!" Michelle ordered.

After a total of four tequila shots later and starting their second beer, the show finally was about to begin.


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The crowds of howling women got louder and wilder as the first dancer began to remove his clothing. He started off being dressed as G.I. Joe, doing an almost military looking dance intro. Now he was down to a leopard print G-sting and collecting bills in the elastic leg and waist bands from the many women who were waiving them at him.

The next dancer, a German guy named Rolf, was putting the final touches on his face in a small private dressing room when he saw a flash of blue and white light in the mirror's reflection. His mouth opened in shock as he stared into the face of a man dressed from head to toe in black leather.

"W. . wh. . Who are you?" Rolf asked as his entire body began to shake in fear.

"I'm your replacement!" Ares answered. He pointed a finger at him and wiggled it slightly. A small trail of blue electricity left the tip and found it's way to Rolf. Ares laughed evilly as Rolf began to shrink in size and eventually turned into a mouse. He squeaked off behind the dressing table.

Ares looked at the costumes hanging on the rack beside him and one grabbed his attention. A cop's outfit. With a thought it disappeared from the rack and appeared on his body. He looked in the mirror and thought for a moment. Then he shortened his hair a little and changed its color to a lighter brown and fastened it in a ponytail. He removed his beard, changed his eye color to deep blue and lighted his skin tone from deep bronze to a rich golden tan. He trimmed down his body mass slightly and made his shoulders a bit broader. Just then someone walked in.

"Rolf, you're on in three. Hey, who are you and where is Rolf?" the man asked.

Ares quickly changed how his voice normally sounded and gave himself a Spanish accent.

"I am Rodrigo! Rolf is sick."

"You're not a regular replacement. Do you know the routine?”

"But of course!"

"Well, no time to get another dancer. I guess you're gonna go on. Remember, don't spend too much time collecting tips and stick to the dancing. Okay?"

Rodrigo nodded and put on a pair of sunglasses. He followed the man out of the room and towards the stage, pausing momentarily so the guy could inform the announcer and the stagehand of the name and character change. He led Rodrigo to a ladder.

"Okay, officer, up you go. We're going to lower you down in a jail cell."

Without hesitation, Ares hopped up and got into the cage. Immediately the music started blaring and he began his descent onto the stage below. He was really looking forward to this. And to Donna.


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He was announced as he was lowered:

"LADIES, LADIES, PLEASE. DON'T BREAK THE LAW, NO INDECENT EXPOSURE IN THE CLUB OR YOU MIGHT JUST GET ARRESTED BY OFFICER ROD RIGO”

Ares smiled, recognizing the music right away. It was the theme song to one of his favorite shows: Cops. "Oh, this is going to be fun!" he thought.

"BAD BOYS - BAD BOYS. WHAT'CHA GONNA DO? WHAT'CHA GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU? BAD BOYS - BAD BOYS."

He was standing a couple of steps away from the side and was casually leaning back against the bars with his arms crossed. His chin was pointed down as he pierced through thsk osk of his sunglasses, finding Donna instantly. The light blue cap that matched his uniform-styled shirt was tilted forward on his head. Ares felt a sudden surge of energy when the female audience started screaming and whistling at the first sight of him. He was getting as excited as they were.

Rachel had been talking in Donna's ear about going to get another round of tequila when the cage was first lowered down. As soon as Rachel finished her sentence, Donna could feel eyes upon her. She looked up and saw the dancer. Donna's heart fluttered and she gasped quickly when she saw him, but she didn't even notice she had, already taken in by the man's presence.

Michelle noticed Donna's immediate attention to the dancer and smiled. She planned to take full advantage of Donna's attraction to him and started to get bills out of her purse, ready to draw him to the table when the time came.

Officer Rod was wiggling his hips and flexing his muscles, but was still inside the cage. He would hang on to the bars and stick out his tight ass, making large circles in the air. The women hollered and he would feel another surge of energy. He realized why it felt so strong, pulsing through him in waves. It was sexual energy. The women were dripping with it. He shook his ass again. They screamed again.

"Now, this is what I call WORSHIP!" he cooed to himself.

Donna removed her silk shirt for the first timat nat night when she was suddenly feeling extremely hot. This guy was good, she thought. Really good! As the jail cell door sprung open, she got a hot flash and unconsciously fanned herself with the square cocktail napkin. She knew coming out of the cage meant he would be closer and it excited her. She noticed Rachel set down the shot glasses and that Michelle had pulled her arm to say something in her ear, but quickly turned her attention back to the gorgeous man in front of her.

At first, Ares thought it would be difficult to keep shifting his attention to the other women, but he was being praised by so many of them, calling for his attentions, he couldn't help but be drawn to them. Their lustful cries for him were strangely feeding his soul. He remembered how it felt to be a GOD and it was feeling DAMN GOOD!

He exited the cage and slowly removed his sunglasses and tossed them into the crowd. The girls screamed again as he began to circle his way around the room, beginning opposite of where Donna was sitting. He had not removed any clothing yet, still only dancing along the edge of the stage floor. He would briefly pause now and then to tease a girl and made sure to pause at Donna's table.

When he reached her, he stopped and turned his back to her, wriggling his ass from side to side with the beat of the music. Donna turned eight shades of red and she could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest. Her face felt flushed and she waived the flimsy napkin even more frantically. Without turning back around, he continued his dance around the stage.

Dancing back to the middle in front of the cage, he removed his hat and tossed it. Then, while he twirled around, he removed the band that held his hair in a ponytail, and the gorgeous brown hair fell forward and framed his beautiful face. The crowd roared again and he felt another surge. He started to think they might overwhelm him when he undid the first button of the police shirt. He undid a second one, making some of his thick chest hair visible where it opened.

Donna was mesmerized, never once breaking her glance. Ares could feel her eyes pinned to him. He probed her mind and gloated. She was anxious to see him strip. This was good to know. He could use it later when he approached her after the dance. Then a sexy but wicked smile crossed his face when he heard the DJ mixing some siren and police radio sounds in with the 'Bad Boys' tune. The radio calls enacted a large bust of hookers. That's when he moved behind the cage, out of the sight of the crowd, and used his powers to materialize an exaggerated pair of large foam handcuffs.

With a series of steps and turns, he walked along the edge of the audience again until he reached Donna. He stopped, looking her dead in the eyes and pointed at her. He crocked his finger back, motioning her to come to him. Her eyes got wide and she shook her head no as she watched him dangling the cuffs with one hand. He nodded yes, as if he were insisting. Both Michelle and Rachel were practically pushing her out of her seat and towards the stage. She tried to resist, but Officer Rod moved to her and caught her wrist, directing her around her table and to the aisle where there was an opening leading out to the floor.

The nt hnt he touched her she gave in. The feel of his hand around her wrist was warm and it tingled, sending shivers all the way down her body. She thought that maybe she was just feeling the tequila. Once she was in front of him, he gently put the arm he held behind her back and reached for the other to do the same. When his hand brushed against the bare skin of her back, he felt his cock twinge. He quickly looked her over from the rear and was turned on by how sexy she was dressed. He wanted her badly. He walked her over to the cage door and turned around, backing only himself inside. Then he moved Donna to the side a couple of steps so that she was outside the cage and he was inside directly behind her. He magically attached the handcuffs to her wrists and then to the bars. They were not real restraints, but she stayed put anyway. She could have easily slipped her hands out, but he knew she would play along with the show.

Officer Rod stayed in the cage behind her. He danced up and down the bars with thrusting hips and waving hands. He opened another two buttons on the shirt. Donna was completely embarrassed and her face thoroughly showed it. She could feel him moving behind her, but she couldn't see him. She could only imagine what he looked to be doing to her backside.

The Officer was just re-emerging from the cage when the song ended and another began playing. Rod ripped his shirt off the rest of the way upon the first two rapid beats of Elvis’ “Jailhouse Rock”. Another surge pulsed through him and he danced his way over to a loud group of young girls, taunting them with his hard body.


He moved around the room once again, absorbing all the praise he was receiving and nearly forgetting that Donna was playfully handcuffed to the bars of the jail. When he was done teasing all of the ladies, he whirled around and eyed Donna, smiling wickedly. He began a seductive dance that brought him closer to her and he stopped directly in front of her. He moved about her, from one side to the other, in a way so sexy that he had her wanting to rip the last of his clothes off herself. He moved to her front again and straddled her body with his arms and spread his legs, his face was inches from hers. It was not until then when he finally noticed the necklace she had on. His necklace! He quickly and gracefully moved away from her, feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss her tender lips. Now he knew she had been thinking about him in his recent absence and it pleased him immensely.

After stepping a few feet away from her, he grabbed his dark blue costume pants, which were Velcroed up each side for easy removal, and ripped them from his lower body just as the music heightened, adding to the effect. He almost buckled when the crowd roared the loudest they had since he started dancing. Now the only thing he was clad with was a tight black leather G-string. He danced back over to Donna and with his back turned to her; he practically rubbed his ass against her - teasing her terribly. He moved to the inside of the cage again and then freed her hands. She turned around quickly, each hand holding on to a bar at head level. She stared the handsome man dead in the eyes with a slight smirk on her face. He grabbed the bars next to hers from where he was and slowly rocked his hips and bent at the knees, sliding his hands down the length of the bars. She followed his lead, mimicking his exact move. Before she had straightened out again, he was outside of the cage and had grabbed her wrists again. He danced her back to her table and motioned with his hand to the rest of the audience; as if to say, "Give this young woman a hand." The crowd applauded for her.

He continued to dance for another 15 minutes - collecting money from the eager outstretched hands of his adorning fans. They stuffed them in every available place in his G-string. Some women even tried to stuff them in other places, which he would quickly divert. Finally the music was fading out and he knew his little exhibition was ending. As he was exiting the stage, he stopped again at Donna's table and reached for her hand. He gave her a gentle kiss to the top of it and placed it back on the table. She blushed and he smiled, looking at her out of the corners of his eyes as he continued his exit from the stage.


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By this time, the good old boys back at the restaurant were feeling no pain themselves. Robert had gotten some of the best porno flicks on the market. The chicks were really hot looking and did some terribly nasty things. Lucas had a hard on going that just wouldn't calm itself, as did more than half of the other fellows there. They were just getting ready to pop in the last video Robert brought.


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The girls enjoyed the acts of two more dancers before Donna got up and decided that they needed to have another shot. She was standing at the bar waiting to get the attention of the bartender when she felt a warm sensation at her back. Before she could turn around, a whisper of hot breath was in her ear.

"I just wanted to thank you for being such a willing participant in my act tonight. May I please buy you a drink?"

She whirled around, coming face to face with the handsome man who had picked her to join him on the stage earlier

"Thank you," she said shyly, "but I'm getting drinks for my two friends, as well."

"Please, let me get all three then."

"Oh, no! I wasn't asking. . "

"No, please. It would be my pleasure. My name is Rodrigo." He grabbed her hand and kissed it, looking into her eyes the entire time. "And you are?"

"Donna," she replied, blushing.

Donna wondered what part of the country he was from. He spoke with such a heavy accent, making him sound sexy as well as look it. She blushed when his lips touched the skin on her hand. What is it about this man? she thought. I would go home with him in a heartbeat, if I could.

The bartender finally took her order and pored her three shots. Rodrigo ordered a vodka martini, with a twist and two olives. He followed Donna back to her table. The last dancer had just finished and there was a break in the music.

"Rachel, Michelle, this is Rodrigo. Rodrigo, my friends Rachel and Michelle."

Donna's two friends looked at each other is surprise. They never imagined that Donna would have brought one of the dancers back to the table. She was getting married in two weeks and had never been a big flirter to begin with. Why suddenly now?

Donna had been pondering the same question herself. She knew she was buzzed, and that this probably wasn't a good idea, but she just couldn't help it. She wanted to stare at him for a while longer. He was so beautiful. He set his drink down and pulled out Donna's chair for her to sit down in. He grabbed an empty chair from the next table and sat beside her. He lifted his drink up for a toast.

"To a good sport!" he said. The three girls lifted their glasses and said "here, here" and tossed down the shots.


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It was getting close to midnight and by now, every guy at Lucas' party was drunk and horney. They had finished watching all the tapes that Robert brought and even re-watched one that had been particularly hot and nasty. Lucas stared down at the permanent bulge in his pants and was thinking about Donna when Robert came up to him, slapped him on the back and interrupted his fantasy.

"Luke, old buddy, I think it's time now."

"Time? For what?"

"Well, man, let's just say it's time for the main attraction." He had a roguish look about him.

Lucas just smiled and picked up his beer and took another swig from the bottle. "Robert, you dog! What did that perverted little mind of yours go and plan?"

"You're going to find out, right now! Hey Bill?" he yelled across the room at another man who was standing next to a door. "Tell the whore, I mean woman that she's on now."

Bill nodded and knocked on the door. "Hey, lady, you're on!"

The lights went out once again and some sexy music soon started playing. The men were in for a real treat.


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Michelle's beeper went off at a quarter past midnight and she had left the table to use the payphone and Rachel was flirting with one of the cute bartenders for the past half hour or so. Donna had been completely swept up in Rodrigo's attention. She felt drawn to him and excused it as the result of one too many tequila shooters. They were sitting rather close to each other, leaning on the table, their heads nearly touched as they spoke, to compensate for the overpowering loud music.

Rodrigo took the toothpick with the olives and swirled it around his drink. He removed it and licked the liquor from the olives, noticing that Donna was watching him. A smile curved out of one corner of his mouth as he slowly and sensually ate the first olive. He heard Donna's breathing rapidly increase when he stopped to suck out the red pimento from the core of the second one, and then lashed his tongue out, curving the tip around the olive and sliding it down the toothpick into his mouth. He made a slight "Mmmm" sound as he did so.

She was shyly looking into Rodrigo's face, with her head tilted down slightly. She noticed his eyes move down towards her chest and it made her hot. She was startled when he reached for her. He picked up the pendant to look at it more closely.

"This is an unusual piece of jewelry," he commented.

"Ite fre from Greece. It doesn't belong to me though." She looked away from his eyes momentarily and thought about Ares. The smile had left her face.

"It doesn't belong to you? Then why do you have it?"

She grabbed his hand and removed it from the pendant. "It's a long story. But I wear it because it's the only thing I have left to remind me of someone." She paused a second and sighed. "Someone special. But that's all in the past. We have both moved on now."

"You must have had strong feelings for this person." He twisted the hand she was holding and began to gently caress hers now. "Did you love him?"

Just then, Michelle returned to the table. Donna looked up at her, feeling relieved at the interruption.

"Is everything okay, Michelle?"

"That was Pete. Pricilla is really fussing and he can't seem to get her to calm down. He wanted to know when I would be home. I told him I would get there as soon as I could." She sighed and looked at her watch. Then she scanned the room to find Rachel.

"Well, we should probably go then. Besides, I'm sure the limousine is on an hourly rate, right?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter. This is your night, Donna."

Rodrigo butted in the conversation. "Your night for what?"

Michelle answered before Donna could open her mouth.

"This is her bachelorette party! She's getting married in two weeks." She smiled at the handsome man. Rodrigo picked up the slight tone of jealously in her voice. She had been bored for the past hour since both Donna and Rachel were occupied with the attentions of a man. Michelle, too, had been approached by couple of men herself this evening, but chose to brush them off rather that talk and flirt innocently. It was her own fault she felt this way. But now she had a good reason to go.

"MARRIED? Donna, why didn't you tell me this? Here I've been thinking that I've been dazzling you with my charms and good looks, only to find out I don't have a chance with you." He dropped his eyes, grimacing.

Donna suddenly felt awful. "I'm sorry, Rodrigo. To be honest about it, I completely forgot about the wedding tonight. I guess the atmosphere and the drinks may have helped a bit. I really didn't think . . . I didn't know . . . Oh, never mind! I am very sorry! And I have really enjoyed your company this evening." She turned to Michelle. "Go and tell Rachel that we're getting ready to leave." She stood to retrieved her cover up from the back of the chair as Michelle went to search of their friend.

Rodrigo stood up as well. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Well, Miss Donna who is to be married in two weeks, will you please at least dance one dance with me before you run off and ruin your life."

If he had not had a teasing smile across his face when he said that, Donna would have been insulted. Instead, she glanced around the roor thr the other two and could not see them, so she agreed.

"One - quick one!"

Rodrigo led her to the dance floor just as a slow, sexy song began. He pulled her against his gorgeous body and wrapped one arm around her back, the other held her hand. Donna's heart began to beat harder in her chest. The man smelled wonderful and she could feel the strength in his arms as he led her in their dance. His hips slowly swayed in a figure eight against her body. She took ideepdeep breath, trying to ignore the heat of attraction she could feel between them, and closed her eyes. He released her hand and moved his to join the other one around her back. She felt him lightly caressing her ass, and she slid her arms around his neck, then she heard him whisper in her ear.

"You could always change your mind, you know."

"Rodrigo!" she said in a disappointed tone of voice as she leaned back to look at his face. That was not what she wanted to hear right now.

"I'm sorry, Donna." He pushed her head down against his shoulder. "You are just so lovely, I can't help but think how wonderful we could be together. You can't blame me for wanting to make sweet, passionate love to you all night long." He tightened his embrace around her and stroked her hair.

Donna felt his desire burn through her body and it rivaled her own. She wanted this man to do just that to her. All night long, the entire next dayr anr an entire week straight, she thought. Her nipples hardened against his well-defined chest. Ares knew he was getting to her, tempting her to the edge of her control. Just a little further and she would be his, he thought. He ground his pelvis a little harder against her body and he felt her body tense up. He seductively whispered in her ear again.

"We could, at least, have tonight. You're not married yet! Come home with me, Donna."

She backed out of his embrace quickly and stood there, looking shocked.

He looked back at her. He wasn't smiling, but rather, looked quite serious, in an extremely sexy and seductive way. He stepped closer to her and put his hands on each of her cheeks, capturing her eyes. He kissed her. Just briefly, and then looked into her eyes again with lust and desire, then kissed her again. This time a long, deep, passionate kiss.

She offered no resistance to his advance and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. His hands found her ass again, squeezing rather than caressing them this time. The passion between them was building beyond Donna's control. Suddenly she heard her name being called and it broke her from the spell that Rodrigo seemed to have her caught up in.

"Donna? DONNA!" It was Michelle. She had succeeded in locating Rachel and they were both ready to go. "Donna, come on! We have to go now." The jealously she felt rang through clearly now, although Donna had interpreted it more as anger or impatience.

"I have to go now. Thank you!" Donna reached up and caressed Rodrigo's face, then turned and quickly left the dance floor. Grabbing her things from the table without stopping, she practically ran out of the club. She hoped that he would not follow after her. When she got outside, Rachel had already summonsed the limo and the door was open. She hopped in, sat down and closed her eyes. She was out of breath and wasn't sure if it was from running out of the club or Rodrigo's kiss. It didn't matter. She was glad to be out of there - sort of.


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Candy, the stripper, waited for just the precise moment in the music to make her entry. She was dressed as a nurse, and had her little black doctor bag of toys with her. She strutted out from behind the door and into the center of the circle that the men had made with their chairs. Lucas was sitting in his chair, but just within the circle, so that Nurse Candy would know who to administer her medical treatments to. There was a small table set up for her as she had requested. She set the medical bag on it.

Reaching in the bag, she pulled out a stethoscope, tongue depressor and some motion lotion. She playfully put the stethoscope around her neck and unbuttoned the first few buttons on her top to listen to her own heartbeat. She made sure that some of the lace of her bra showed as she offered a few of the men a chance to listen as well. Most of the fellows were already beyond the point of no return, howling and cheering and yelling at her to "take it off.”


She moved back to the table and reached in the bag again, pulling out some gauze. She seductively danced her way over to Lucas and teased him a little by bending over in front of him so he could look down her top. He still had a major hard on going from the movies they watched earlier and this was doing nothing to help him forget it. He flashed an approving look at Ro. R. Robert knew the type of woman he was attracted to and he made sure this little nurse fit the description to the tee.

Nurse Candy danced around the back of Lucas' chair. She took both his hands behind and tied them to the chair with the gauze. Then, still standing behind him, she undid the first two buttons on his shirt and moved her heart scope to his chest, pressing her large breasts against the back of his head. Lucas growled and tried to turn his head to nibble, but she allowed nothing of the sort.

She moved away from him and back to the table where she put the stethoscope back into the bag. Her prerecorded set of music had just picked up the beat a couple of notches and she began to unbutton more of the white blouse she wore. Now it was undone to her waist and she removed the nurse’s cap, letting long locks of copper colored hair fall down. Her hair had a bit more of a reddish color to it than Donna's did, and it was much longer, stretching nearly to her waist. Her ivory skin contrasted with the black lace bra and stocking she had on. The men were going wild for her and she played them very well. It was obvious that this woman was a pro.

She turned around and with her back to Lucas, wiggled out of her short white skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her stockings were held up by a garter and her black lace panties matched her bra. They were thong style, so Lucas had a great view of her luscious round ass.


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The limo had just dropped off Michelle at home. She had decided to pick up her car from Donna and Rachel's house in the morning, wanting to get home as soon as possible to help Pete with the baby.

"Well, Don, I think you had a pretty good time. That Rodrigo! Boy, he was a sexy one, ya?"

"Oh yeah! He sure was. Too sexy for me."

"What? He was just flirting with you, Donna. Trying to get lucky. I bet he tries to score with some chick every night. He is a man, you know."

"Yeah, you're probably right. But why did he have to pick me tonight?" Donna was frowning thinking about how badly she wanted him, knowing it could never happen.

"Hey, girlie, what's the frown for?"

"It’s just that . . . I might have . . . He just kisses so damn good, Rachel. I would have jumped him if Michelle hadn't of shown up when she did. You didn't see, you were already in the car."

"Donna! You tramp!" Rachel teased. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"Neither did I and that's what bothers me. Rachel, tell the driver to take us to the pier. I really need to see Lucas."

"Oh, you don't want to see the old ball n' chain. You're just feeling guilty for wanting to bone some guy other than your honey."

"Please, Rach?" Donna pleaded. Rachel gave in and told the driver where to go next.


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Lucas had lost his shirt somewhere during the stripper's performance and was still tied to the chair. She had literally cut it from his body with a mock scalpel. She was back in her little bag again and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. She snapped them on, eyeing Lucas seductively and picked up the lotion from the table. She moved back to Luke and stood over him, holding the lotion up high. She drizzled it out over his chest and began to rub it into his chest with her latex covered hands. When it was gone, she unbuckled his belt. He started to protest, but she silenced him with a lustful . L. Lucas didn't know that the stripper was also a hooker and Robert had paid her full price for a complete "service" and even threw in a little extra for doing it in front of an audience. She unzipped his pants and his erection tried to escape, but his briefs kept it in place.

She went back to the bag and got out a pair of medical scissors and enlisted the help of one of the other men in cutting her panties from her body. Then she removed her bra and tossed it at Lucas. She was naked, except for the garter belt, stockings and black high heals shoes. She was a sight! All the them agreed, no doubt, since each man had a aching bulge between their legs. She dropped to the floor and slowly crawled over to Lucas. When she reached him, she stayed on her knees and reached in his pants and stroked his cock. Lucas was surprised, but liked it. It had been such a long time since he had been touched by a woman and the couple of times he had tried with Donna, had only left him frustrated and needy. He figured he deserved the woman’s attention, kicking around the thought that Donna may still be a tease even after they were married. Besides, she would never find out. Robert made sure all the men were sworn to secrecy.

Nurse Candy began therapy on Lucas' stiff cock with her mouth. Groans and whistles emerged from the surrounding crowd. Within minutes Lucas had spurted his hot cream and she let it flow out onto her face. Kissing and sucking and cleaning it off with her tongue. Lucas couldn't stop watching her suck his cock. His breath came in short gasps and he started to get hard again almost immediately. She rose and asked for two more chairs to be placed on each side of Lucas. Then she stood on the chairs, straddling Lucas and pushed her wet cunt into his face. Lucas went to town on her, wishing his hands were free so he could play with her big tits. By the time she had her fill, he was rock hard again. She kneeled on the chairs and impaled herself on his shaft.


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Rachel was already out of the limo and in the ladies room at Lucas' restaurant when Donna finally reached the entrance. One of the bartenders working there knew what was going on in the banquet room since he had replenished the beer twice that evening and had got an eyeful both times. He noticed Donna heading towards the door of the party.

"Excuse me, ma'am? You don't want to go in there. The ladies room is that way." He pointed in back towards the entrance. The restrooms were off of the lobby.

Donna had been so lost in her thoughts she didn't even hear the man speaking to her. Rachel did! She had come around the corner to find Donna. Feeling buzzed and bold, Rachel gets nosey.

“Oh yeah? Well why's that?" she said as she continued to follow Donna.

"There's a stag party going on in there. It's not the type of place for nice girls like you to be. Unless you're a naughty girl?" The bartender winked at Rachel in a flirtatious gesture. She smiled at him, becoming distracted by the man's cute smile. She stopped to talk to him.

Donna opened the door to the banquet room and was nearly overtaken by all the smoke in the room. Feeling no pain at the time, Donna had forgotten her cover up in the car and her tight black dress showed off her curvaceous shape. The men had gathered closer around Lucas to get a better view of the woman putting on her live fuck show. One really drunk guy saw Donna enter and moved to grab her. He stumbled her way and babbled.

"Look, fellows! Her friend showed up. Cumm'ere, baby! Show me what'cha got." He grabbed for Donna, but she moved too quickly and slid her way into the crowd between two other guys. She was standing behind Lucas' chair, frozen. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

One of the men she had slipped past was now checking her out from behind. Her backless, short dress made her look extremely sexy to the excited man and he had heard the other guy say she was a friend of the hooker’s. He pushed her into the middle of the circle by patting her rear end.

"Go on, you sweet, sexy thing. Why don't you join your friend out there. Don't be shy," he laughed.

He nearly knocked her over, he pushed her so hard. She caught herself before falling on her face. She also caught everyone's attention, including Lucas'. He had a look of shock aear ear both in his eyes. Donna didn't have any expression; she only blankly stared at him.

"D, D, D, Donna? Wwwh, what are you doing here?" He tried to stand, forgetting he was tied to the chair. The hooker had quit riding him, but she still hadn't moved. She was throwing Robert a glance of confusion.

Donna didn't speak. Her eyes began to fill with water and she turned and pushed her way past the wall of men and ran out of the room. Lucas was struggling with the gauze and the chair.

"Someone - UNTIE these fucking things! And get off me, bitch!" He bucked his hips in an effort to get the hooker off his lap. She complied and his hands were free a moment later. He stumbled when he first stood up, feeling weak in the knees. Leaning against another man for support, he pulled himself together and started after Donna.

Donna had whizzed past Rachel in a fit of tears and was already outside and back in the limo. She had got in the passenger side door in the driver’s cab. Still crying, she told the man to drive.

"What about your friend?" he asked.

"Just GO. You'll have to come back for her. Just drive now, PLEASE." She hit the dashboard on "please" and an eruption of tears and sobs came out.

"Okay, lady. Just calm down."

He drove. After a couple of blocks, Donna started taking in deep breaths to calm down. She asked him if he had any Kleenex and he gave her the handkerchief in his suit pocket. She dried her eyes and composed herself and sat there for a few moments.

"I'm really sorry about . . . this. I didn't mean to yell at you. Thanks for getting me away from there."

"Are you alright, ma'am?"

"Yeah, I think I'll be okay. Thanks. Listen; there is a Starbuck's up a few blocks on the corner. Drop me off there and then would you go back to get my friend?"

"Are you sure?"

"Un, huh." She handed him back his handkerchief.

"If that's what you want me to do. Okay."

He stopped and let Donna out of the car. Before she closed the door, she thanked the driver again and asked him to tell Rachel that she would just take a cab back to the apartment.


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It happened that this was the Starbuck’s by Blue Bells Café. The same street where Ares’ apartment used to be. She never did find out which building was his, since she never had seen it from the outside, but just knowing that it was on this street seemed to comfort her strangely. She was really confused - and still buzzed. There was a small divider wall in the front of one of the shops and she sat there to rest a moment. She hung her head in her hands and cried only finally stopping when she realized how cold she was. In nothing but her tiny dress, she began shivering.

Two Starbuck's employees had just locked the door and were leaving when one noticed Donna.

"Hey, are you alright?" a woman in her mid-forty’s asked.

Donna nodded.

"Do you need a ride?"

She nodded again.

The two ladies collected Donna from the wall and took her home. One even walked her inside the building and waited for her to get in the elevator. She returned to the car and got back inside. She shook her head quickly.

"Carolyn, why’d we stop here again?"

"I don't know, Gayle. I can’t remember why."

Ares waved his hand over the viewing mirror and the image disappeared. He was able to get Donna to the safety of her home without having to personally intervene. Lucky for him the two ladies were there!


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