Page 19 of SEAL the Deal

The Chief released the cuffs from Mike’s wrists. “Welcome to paradise.”

“TJ, this is great,” he exclaimed, examining the rough-hewn log building.

“Yeah, been in the family a long time.”

At that moment the cabin door swung open and Rick appeared on the deck with a glass in each hand. “Mikey boy, welcome to the last day of your FREEEEEEDOM!”

Mike laughed. “Rick, are you already wasted?”

The African American embraced him in a hug. “Not yet, but the night is young. Fellas, come inside, I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

“Here we go,” said TJ as Dean and Ernie followed him into the cabin.

In the few hours that they’d been gone Rick had made some minor adjustments to the interior layout. The kitchen table had been moved to the far end of the room and served as a well-stocked bar. The couches had been shoved into each corner and the open space was now occupied by what looked like half a dozen stripper poles.

In front of the fireplace Mike spotted a tall woman dressed in leggings and a crop top. She had the body of a dancer and a girl next door face that was painted with a broad smile.

She waved at them. “Hi guys, my name’s Jenny. Are you ready to get started?”

TJ turned to Rick. “What the hell’s going on here?”

Rick shrugged. “It would seem that pole dancing is not the same as stripping.” He downed one of his drinks and gestured to the bar. “Let’s give it a go.”

Mike doubled over with laughter. “Rick, you’re a champion.” He poured himself a bourbon and downed it. “Come on boys, let’s get into it.” He moved across and grabbed a pole. “Right, Jenny, I’m Mike. Exactly how do we do this?”

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The staff at the Country Club had set aside a private dining area for the girls. The room was decorated with bouquets of white flowers, the tables laid with crisp linen and fine silver cutlery. Classical music played from a stereo in the corner as the women enjoyed an exceptional dining experience.

Ali, dressed in an elegant lace dress sat at the head of the table with a plastic tiara perched on her head. The other women, equally as resplendent, sat around her.

As dessert was served Leonie interrupted the conversation by striking her champagne glass with the back of the knife. It subsequently shattered unleashing its contents on the table. “Oh, fuck.”

The girls broke into laughter as Maria used her napkin to abate the tidal wave of sparkling white.

Leonie tapped the stem of the shattered glass. “OK ladies, calm down. As usual, Maria has it under control.” She paused as the girls clapped. “I’d like to take the opportunity to thank her for organizing this beautiful dinner.”

The girls all cheered.

“Now, we all know that my baby sister is the reason we’re here. Next week she marries a guy who may well be the sweetest dreamboat in the history of single men. And God knows after the dick weeds she’s dated, she deserves him.”

Ali smiled. “Thanks, sis.”

“But, married is next week. Tonight she’s going to party hard.” Leonie nodded to a girl positioned next to the stereo system. “So ladies, I hope you’ve left enough room for another round of dessert, because here come the sweetest treats you’ve ever seen.”

Classical music was suddenly replaced by a thumping beat and the doors to the dining room burst open. At first, no one appeared. Then, as the music peaked, two handsome twenty-something men dressed as a fireman and police officer strutted into view.

“Woo, hoo. Happy bachelorette Ali!” screamed Leonie as the strippers danced their way into the room and circled the ladies like hungry sharks.

Ali blushed as they made their way to the head of the table and danced suggestively on either side of her. The fireman was the first to disrobe, letting his jacket fall to reveal a rock hard body.

The girls whooped and cheered as the police officer followed his cue and ripped open his shirt. The scantily clad men took it in turns to rub their sculpted torsos on either side of Ali. She giggled, trying hard not to burst into laughter as they took her hands and traced them over their abs.

“Leonie, you’re so dead,” she mouthed.

Her sister raised a fresh glass. “Live it up baby, this is your night.”

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