Ann: A Love Story Ch. 91

"Hi Neil!" Matt said as he shook my hand.

"Hey Matt. Hey guys," I nodded as I sat down. "I hope you didn't go to too much trouble, Matt."

"Only what you deserve, bud. I'm still a little amazed you asked me to be your best man. The last thing I want to do is give you the impression that you picked the wrong guy."

"Do you honestly think that I'd think that?"

"No...but I'm still not going to give you a reason to. The night's on us...so just relax and have fun. I'm so happy you got home sooner. I was worried you'd be too tired."

"I was too. I got a huge break. My boss's boss gave me a couple of extra days off and I actually feel pretty good. So, what's the plan? Where are we going?"

"You don't need to know that. You just need to smile and have a good time. We've got one more stop to make and then we'll be on our way."

I had to figure that we were heading to Fort Wayne. There really wasn't any place else to go. In fact, given that Matt was a college kid, I could almost predict where we were heading. Not that I minded. All of the guys in the limo were single, so it was pretty easy to guess where the evening was headed. That said, I decided I'd just go along with whatever Matt had set up and act surprised.

Ted looked out the dark tinted window as we drove through town and said, "I can't remember the last time I rode in a limo."

"Senior Prom," Matt said with a laugh. "What about you, Neil."

I sat back into the deep cushions of the plush seat, a beer already in my hand. Smiling wistfully, I shook my head. "I'm with Ted...can't remember."

As I told that white lie, I thought of Molly, the limo driver in Iowa that Ann and I'd ridden with on our way to and from the dinner theater we'd attended in Omaha. Actually, I'd ridden Molly in more ways than one, and Ann as well. But it wasn't something I was going to bring up in front of the other guys. It was a memory I'd rather hold onto for myself and my future wife to share.

Still, it was the thought of fucking Molly's luscious body with Ann urging me on that had me daydreaming while the limousine made its way through the streets of town. I'd lost track of where we were going, nursing a beer as I thought of that incredible night. So it surprised me when the car stopped and the door to the back opened, but not as much as who stepped inside moments later.

"Hey Neil!" my friend Mark called out as he sat down next to me. Mark was my former customer from Ann Arbor and he was another reason I'd made it through my divorce. In fact, along with Matt, he was a major reason I was getting married in the first place. Mark had invited me up for a long weekend, introducing me to my lover, Dawn. And it was Dawn who had healed my heart, making it possible for me to fall in love with Ann under the most improbable of circumstances.

"My God...MARK! How the hell are you?" I said, giving him a big hug.

"I'm great...and excited. It's been a long time since I've been to a bachelor party," he laughed.

"Man, I can't believe it. What are you doing here?"

"I was invited," he chuckled.

Mark and I spent the next half-hour catching up, talking about work mostly, totally boring the others in the car along the way. They didn't complain though. They let us have our little chat, knowing we were on our way to something much more exciting than the ins and outs of production manufacturing.

When I heard one of the other guys groan over what we were talking about, I realized not only was I being rude, but I was also talking about work. While they understood, it wasn't in the spirit of the night.

"Sorry guys, I got a little carried away," I laughed.

"I'll say. I thought I was about to apply for a job," Matt joked.

"Give him a break, guys. You all live in town...he had to be surprised to see me tonight," Mark replied.

"Yeah. I'd hoped you'd make it to the wedding, but I never dreamed you'd come two days early just for a bachelor party," I nodded.

"When Matt called me, it was hard to say no. Besides, I got Jill's blessing."

"So she's still in Michigan?" I asked.

"No...she came down with me."

"Where is she? You didn't leave her alone, did you?"

"Fuck no. She's with Ann!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The huge pane in front of me shook with a violent force, the sound of the collision resonating throughout the cavernous enclosure, quickly followed by a raucous roar. A combination of water and sweat covered the clear surface, surrounding the imprint of the face and chest that was being pressed against it.

Matt stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs, his fists pounding the glass. "YOU SUCK!"

An angry smile appeared in front of the six of us, if you could call it a smile. Most of the front upper teeth were missing, as well as two of the lower ones. Still, it was a shock when that mouth fired back at Matt, yelling, "FUCK YOU!" before turning to rejoin the action.

"OH MY GOD!" Mark yelled. "That was AWESOME!"

Turning to Matt, I shook my head in disbelief. "I can't believe we're here. I never would have guessed this is where we'd end up."

"Oh, there's a lot more to come tonight. This is just the start. I'm just glad we got to come here at all. I bought the tickets on the off chance you'd actually make it home in time to go."

"Well what would you have done if I hadn't?" I laughed as my eyes returned to the battle going on in front of us.

"I would have just wasted a lot of money," Matt shrugged.

We were both laughing when the crowd suddenly roared with the staccato blaring of the foghorn. My arms flew up in celebration of the slap shot of the Fort Wayne defenseman that had been rifled from the left point past the sprawling Kalamazoo goalie into the back of the net, giving the home team a 4-3 lead.

Matt had gotten us tickets to a minor league hockey game. And not just any tickets. We were front row ice level, right next to the home team's bench, the dasher boards just two feet from our seats. We had no right to be there. It was a total fluke that I'd gotten home when I did. I'd told Ann all along that I wouldn't be leaving for Indiana until I got off work, which meant I shouldn't have arrived until sometime around midnight, if I was lucky.

Yet Matt held out hope, ignoring her timeline and taking a chance that somehow I'd catch a break and I'd arrive at a reasonable hour. With that optimistic outlook, he'd gambled and we'd all won. There we were, watching the two IHL rivals battle it out on the ice. It was an incredibly physical game, with tons of scoring, lots of big hits, several penalties and even a fight. We'd witnessed an improbable comeback, Fort Wayne having been down 3-0 to start the last period, taking their first lead with just three minutes to go.

The waning moments were filled with intense drama as a Fort Wayne forward was called for a high sticking penalty with a minute and a half to go. Desperate to tie, Kalamazoo pulled their goalie, using the extra attacker to put the pressure on the penalty kill unit. Time and again, the Fort Wayne players foiled passing attempts and blocked shots, sacrificing their bodies in an attempt to clear the puck out of their zone. The goalie made several incredible saves, including one in his catcher's glove off a rebound as he lay flat on his back on the ice.

The crowd, my cohorts and I included, counted down the final ten seconds of the game.

The deafening roar as time expired combined again with the horn, the home team celebrating wildly on the ice as if they'd just won the Stanley Cup. We didn't act much different, the six of us high fiving and jumping up and down like little kids.

I felt a little odd as we piled into the limo parked by the main entrance on the way out of the Coliseum. I was just getting married...I wasn't some celebrity or high roller. Still, it was kind of cool that Matt had somehow found a way for us to have privileged parking, and I wondered what else he had in store for the night.

So did the other guys. Ben flopped into the seat, the emotion of the event still etched on his face. "That was unbelievable! How are we ever going to top THAT?"

"Uh... strippers?" Adam answered.

"Nope," Matt replied, keeping his plans close to the vest. "Next up is dinner!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, what do you think?" Matt asked, the beaming smile on his face showing he knew what the answers were going to be before he asked the question.

"It's awesome, Matt," I replied. "I don't know how you found out about this place, but it's incredible!"

He had a right to gloat. Climbing out of the limo an hour before, the rest of us had been skeptical. After all, the place was almost nonexistent, hidden among several other storefronts in an antiquated strip mall off any beaten path I'd ever been on in Fort Wayne. And I'd been down all of them, having spent a lot of time there ever since I got my driver's license and a car of my own. It was the only place close to home to have a good time. Exploring that small city had become an unofficial hobby of mine.

Yet I'd never been to this tiny dive. I suppose it fit the description of a 'hole-in-the-wall' kind of place, except it was hard to find the hole. The design of the strip mall was rather odd, the entrance hidden amongst the other businesses, making it hard to spot. If it weren't for the big sign out front announcing there was a steak house there, you'd never know it.

It was there, however...and it was everything Matt had said it would be. Grilled-to-order, prime-cut steaks of any size and style you could imagine. The smallest burger started at a half pound, and the prime rib looked like they'd been slow roasting it for a week and a half. There was no fish on the menu; no chicken to speak of. It was strictly a meat and potatoes environment, with the meat meaning beef; one of those places that finds their niche and they bust their ass to be the best at it.

I had a sixteen-ounce ribeye on my plate, next to a baked potato the size of a softball. With the complimentary Texas-style toast being all you could eat, I decided to skip the salad when I saw the portions on the plates of the other diners when we'd first sat down. It was a smart decision, one we all made, knowing we still had a lot of night left and not wanting to feel too stuffed.

In fact, I decided to stop drinking at that point. I'd had a beer on the way to the game, and another after we'd gotten there. That was enough for me. I wasn't that big of a drinker anyway, and I wanted no part of getting so hammered that I couldn't remember what I was doing. Or that I wouldn't be able to do anything in the first place.

When I ordered water with my meal, I took the usual good -natured ribbing from the younger guys that I usually got whenever I cut myself off. I fired back a few shots of my own, telling them they'd wish they had the same self-control later in the night, as well later in life, when their beer guts would be showing when they got to my age.

Mark and Ted were closer to me anyway, with Mark actually being a little older. He chimed in and said, "This is my last one," as he held up his frosty mug of Budweiser fresh from the tap.

"Me too," Ted added.

Ben waved his hand in mock disgust. "Pussies!"

"Exactly," Mark nodded as he took a bite of his sirloin.

Adam started laughing hysterically. "You're admitting you're a pussy?"

"No. I'm admitting I'm thinking about them," he replied calmly. "I fully intend to get laid tonight. The more you drink, the harder it is to get hard. It's basic biology, man."

"Or chemistry," I laughed.

He shrugged and said, "Either way, its science. That's what they should be putting on the public service announcements. 'Don't drink and drive' doesn't work. If they said 'If you drink, you can't fuck', I guarantee men would listen. They'd just be buying women drinks so they'll fuck."

"Well, I'm not going to have to worry about either or those scenarios tonight," Ted chuckled as he finished the last of his last drink for the night. "I could get used to being driven around in a limo all the time."

"No...you just have to worry about how you're going to get laid. Mark brought his girlfriend down with him. What are you going to do?" Matt shot back.

"You're right. I'll probably just get to go home hard," he laughed. "But at least I'll get hard. There's a naked woman out there somewhere that's going to make that happen tonight!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ted was sort of right. We'd seen a lot of women; dozens and dozens and dozens of them. All fully capable of giving each of the six of us an erection any time that they wanted to, even if we'd had too much to drink.

Most of them had, either getting us stiff or keeping us that way. But while they were literally shaking their bodies for our enjoyment, doing erotic gymnastics at seemingly every turn of our head, something wasn't right in Mark's eyes. Something was missing. Actually, it was more that something was still there.

"I can't believe the strip clubs here aren't totally nude," he complained, all the while enjoying the hot brunette in the micro g-string, gyrating her barely covered cunt less than a foot from his face while we sat along the edge of the stage. Slipping another dollar bill underneath the little thread that was holding the garment snugly in place, he whined, "I figured at least one of the clubs we'd hit would show us some pussy."

I pointed to the thin baby blue sliver of material, wet with the dancer's perspiration and likely some moisture from the stimulation she'd been giving herself. It looked like she'd entered a wet g-string contest; every detail of her crotch was clearly visible.

"Yeah, I can see why you'd bitch about that," I replied sarcastically.

"You know what I mean, Neil. It's the principle of it. Strippers should strip!"

Looking as the woman who called herself Tiffany writhed on the floor in front of us, she lifted her ass, using just her upper back and spread feet to support her as she moved her crotch up and down in front of us, pulling at the erect nipples on her firm, natural breasts for further effect.

"I'm sure if it were allowed, she'd be happy to oblige you, Mark. Unfortunately it's against the law here."

"Well it's a stupid law!"

I could see his point in a way. It was kind of silly that the women could do pretty much anything they wanted, yet they had to keep whatever bottom they had on covering their pussies. Most of them wore the skimpiest thongs and g-strings they could, trying to get away with as much nudity in that area as was allowed. But it was the local law, so complaining about it wasn't going to do any good.

Instead, I grabbed Mark by the back of the head and forced him forward, his body already leaning in that direction to get a better look at Tiffany. His face came within mere inches of her wet cunt, and she instinctively snapped her thighs shut, trapping him in place with his nose practically touching her clit.

She let out a giggle and told him to get a good sniff before letting him go and moving on to another admirer waving his dollar bill to get her attention.

"Still feeling cheated," I laughed.

"Hell no!"

"Good, because I seriously doubt she would have let you get that close if she wasn't wearing that little excuse for a thong."

"That is one horny woman, Neil. I could literally feel the heat from her pussy against my face," he laughed, rubbing his cheeks like he was putting on after shave.

"Yes she is," I nodded, as I watched her move along the edge of the stage.

When she finally made her way back to me toward the end of the song, the look in her eyes was smoldering. Crawling toward me like a tigress in heat, she leaned down over the edge of the stage, her magnificent bare breasts swaying along with her long brunette tresses.

Her mouth made its way to my ear, her whispers grabbing my attention over the throbbing beat of the music.

"Are you going to let me play with you again, Neil?" she hissed.

I smiled as Matt leaned over from my left. He'd seen the look in my eyes as well. "Is she the one?" he asked.

"Most definitely," I nodded.

"Am I the one...what?" she asked innocently.

Smiling at her once again, I simply said, "I'll explain later," even though I didn't know what Matt really meant. "I'd love to have you dance for me again."

"Great! Let me put something new on for you. I'll be out in a few minutes," she said, much more excitedly than I'd anticipated.

Matt patted me on the back and grinned, "Have a great time, buddy." There was a look in his eyes that I couldn't figure out, but I shook it off. I was too busy thinking about Tiffany.

I was about to have yet another private couch dance, one of dozens the guys had paid for on my behalf, each averaging ten dollars a pop. They dances were stretched out over three hours and four different strip clubs, each with a different girl. Matt told me when we started that they were going to provide all the entertainment. I'd anticipated that we'd be hitting a strip club before the night was over, so I had plenty of singles on me, but he insisted that they pay for anything else beyond the action next to the stage.

When the first girl at the first club asked if I wanted a private dance, Matt told her I did and he handed her the money. The rest of the guys followed that lead, taking turns buying me dances whenever a new girl would come by and ask if I'd like a private dance. It didn't matter if I wanted to or if I found them attractive or not. I found myself being whisked away time and again, going through several dancers before we'd move to another club.

All along, Matt told me that when I found a stripper that I really found exciting, in whatever way that was, to let him know. I wasn't really sure what that meant until Tiffany first walked up to where we were sitting, leaning against the rail with a natural, unassuming smile on her angelic face. Mark had been right, Tiffany was horny. I could somehow tell the moment we locked eyes.

"Hello...I'm Tiffany. Would any of you gentleman like a dance?" she asked, never taking her eyes off of me.

"Neil would," Ben said as he handed her a ten.

Tiffany looked at me with an arched eyebrow. "It's my bachelor party," I offered bashfully.

She smiled as she took my hand, leading me toward a darkened doorway to the private dance area where I'd already been thrice before. "You're in for a treat, Neil. I'm feeling really good tonight," she whispered as she leaned closer to me.

"Good?"

"Well, let's just say that there are nights were I really love my job," she grinned.

She was good at it too...very good as it turned out. She had more energy and natural sexual grace than any of the girls I'd been with to that point. Hell, you could have combined several of them and not come up with the talent she had for her chosen vocation. But it was more than that. She didn't go through the motions, no matter how well she swayed her hips or rolled her flat, toned abdomen. She was engaging; talking to me, telling me how much loved what she was doing, making the experience personal.

Sure, it was part of her job. Anyone that believes anything a stripper tells you when she's trying to get you to part with your hard-earned cash needs to have their northern head examined. But it was different with Tiffany. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, mainly because I had my hands tucked underneath my thighs knowing I'd need help abiding the 'don't touch the dancers' rule.

I could tell she was worked up. That warm wet feeling she was leaving behind on my pant leg as she ran her crotch over my upper thigh wasn't imaginary. Neither was the look in her eyes as she ran her hand along my inner thigh, feeling my hard shaft cramped in the tightened space of my pant leg. Between the look in her half-closed eyes as she ran her breasts across my face and the way her nostrils flared as she brushed her crotch across mine, it was hard to believe she was pretending. And that was something I couldn't get out of my mind.