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tonight
in my green dress. Now, I felt like a large, green ogre. I rolled
my eyes and Keta grimaced in acknowledgement of my thoughts. We
waited a bit before we were able to get our own stalls. I was able
to pull myself together as we talked about how much fun we were
having. I got a stall and quickly relieved myself, feeling more
comfortable. I went to the sink and washed my hands. I assessed my
makeup in the mirror and decided to touch up my lipstick, which had
slightly worn off from the drinks. When Keta finished washing her
hands, we walked back to our reserved space.
    On return, Patty poured us another
shot. After downing my second shot, or third, I thought it was time
to give the bride-to-be a lap dance. I walked around the glass
coffee table, shaking my hips and pointing my index finger at her.
The other girls squealed, stood up, and pump their arms in the air.
Chelsea sat while waving her arms in a "no" motion. She’s so prim
and demure that I knew she would be embarrassed as hell to have me
do a lap dance in the club at her bachelorette party.
    She screamed, laughed and
covered her eyes as I put my hands on her knees, stooping my breast
toward her face and swaying my hips from side to side. I repeated
the motion, and took one hand off her face, placing it on my hip. I
turned my body and pumped my rear in front of her. I felt a few
slaps each time I moved from side to side. When I looked over to
the girls at the left and the right of me, they were laughing and
clapping. I turned and seductively put my
nose to her nose and grinned. Her hands clapping back to her
face.
    I sat at the edge of
Chelsea's closed lap, and began to writhe. I spread my legs to
their widest point, popped my hips and ass up. I held onto my shins
and I wriggled my ass toward her face. She slapped my behind with one hand, tentatively. I turned around
and saw that she had her eyes closed with the other hand. While on
her lap, I crossed my legs and placed my arm around her neck. The
liquid courage that she’d consumed loosened her up and allowed her
to hold onto my waist, steading me on her knees.
    I turned and leaned my torso back,
arching severely so that my head rested on her shoulder. I wriggled
seductively on her body, and writhed on her knees to the beat of
the music. The girls were chanting Chelsea’s name. Her hands slid
down my hips. I smacked her hands. I squatted in front of her, and
I put up a finger wagging “no” while mouthing, “No touching.” She
smiled and looked over my shoulder. The smile on her face faded and
looked perplexed.
    I noticed that the chanting
stopped in waves. I felt a large hand grab my wrist. I immediately
thought one of the bouncers was trying to stop me from dancing so
provocatively. I was fully dressed and didn’t show any more skin
than the go-go dancers on the stage and platforms, but this club
was not that type of venue. I looked from Darby on my left to
Chelsea in front of me. Their mouths were agape.
    My vision turned to the source of
the manhandling. It was Dr. Keene. His face, looking dark and
serious, had no hint of a smile at the spectacle that I created. He
tugged at my wrist and pulled me toward him. He turned to walk away
with my wrist in his vice grip. The girls gave us space to walk out
of our lounging area. They looked at him with wide eyes in
surprise.
    He walked so fast that when I
almost tripped in my heels, I tugged at my wrist. He stopped to
wait for me to straighten myself out, continuing to keep a hold of
me. With his right arm, he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me
close to his body, to steady me as walked along. He smelled
incredible, a mix of a woodsy cologne and his natural musky smell
from the heated club. Once I was balanced, he let go of my torso
and grabbed my hand, leading me to the dance floor. I relished his
touch, not wanting him to let me go. His large hands dwarfed mine,
and were warm to the touch. I wondered why he was giving me the
time of day. I was sure that he