Private Dancer

By: Lara

“I told you guys I didn’t want something like this!” Lara shrieked as Kelley led her into the family room of Shae’s house.

“We don’t care,” Kelley replied. Lara looked around at the decorations and bottles of alcohol on the long table and sighed.

“But this totally isn’t me. Please tell me you didn’t hire a stripper, too,” Lara said as she hugged Amanda, Ari, Stef, Kayla, and Vickie.

“No bachelorette party would be complete without a stripper,” Ari said. Lara froze. “Just kidding. We knew you hated that kinda thing, so we didn’t.”

“Good.” Lara sat down on a beanbag chair and accepted the mixed drink that Kayla handed her. “Do I want to know what’s in this?”

“Nope,” Kayla answered cheerfully.

“This is going to be a totally boring, sit around and watch videos kind of bachelorette party,” Vickie said.

“Videos? Like videos of…” Lara began.

“You are marrying the boy tomorrow…there is NO way we are watching NSync videos tonight,” Amanda said. “We’re watching Backstreet Boys videos.”

“With some porn thrown in the middle,” Stef teased.

“Couldn’t we combine the two? I could TOTALLY deal with a Howie porn,” Kelley said, filling a plate with Doritos.

“No no…Howie is too sweet…AJ porn…” Ari said, having a mental AJ moment.

“Yeah…okay,” Vickie said. “He’s probably already filmed like twenty of those, and no one knows.”

“Yeah, well at least he’s not a prude like Kevin,” Ari retorted.

“Girls…girls…enough,” Kelley said. “This is Lara’s night. What do you want to watch?”

“You know what I want to watch,” Lara replied. Everyone groaned.

“If I have to watch that damned 7^th Heaven episode one more time, I’m going to vomit,” Shae said dramatically.

“Baby, you do realize he can’t act, right?” Kelley said to Lara sympathetically.

“And you always get worked up when you watch that,” Stef reminded Lara. “You whine about how the girl is a bitch and no preacher would let their daughter go out dressed like that.”

“Okay okay fine…you’re just jealous because I’m marrying Lance Bass and you guys have only MET NSync and the Backstreet Boys,” Lara joked. “I get to screw him every night for the rest of my life if I want, and you guys…”

“Okay okay we get your point!” Kayla said.

“And besides that…I’m working on Joey,” Vickie said. “We’ve talked three times on the phone.”

“You calling and hanging up as soon as you hear his voice doesn’t count, Red,” Ari replied, earning a slap on the arm from Vickie.

The girls settled down in front of the TV with huge plates full of junk food while Lara pawed through the videos. “Oh…this…we HAVE to watch this,” she said, waving the Homecoming video.

“EXCELLENT choice,” Ari said in satisfaction.

“We are NOT forwarding to where AJ humps the stage, Ari,” Kelley informed her. “Not that it isn’t a prime piece of video, but we are going to watch it from the beginning.”

“Yes, mom,” Ari said, rolling her eyes.

The seven grown women oohed, ahhed and drooled over the video. “You do remember that you are getting married tomorrow?” Kayla asked as she refilled Lara’s drink.

“Yes, I do. I am marrying one of the sweetest, sexiest men I know. I am simply drooling over Nicky to keep Kelley company.”

“Hey…don’t put me in the middle of this,” Kelley said quickly.

“Shae…was that your doorbell?” Amanda asked. Everyone froze.

“Um…yeah. Be right back.” Shae hurried upstairs. She soon yelled downstairs, “All of you! Get your asses up here!”

The girls ran up the steps and saw Shae standing in front of a huge box that was about five feet by five feet. “What’s that?” Stef asked.

“I have no clue,” Shae said. Everyone else looked confused as well.

“You don’t know what this is? You swear?” Lara asked. Everyone shook their heads.

“Here’s a note. It’s addressed to you,” Amanda said, handing it to Lara.

“Hope this really brings the party to a climax. There’s no name,” Lara said.

“Well, let’s get this puppy downstairs!” Ari said, rolling up her sleeves. The girls struggled and stumbled but they finally got it downstairs.

“Look…here’s another note,” Kelley said, grabbing it. “It says push the button.”

“What button?” Stef asked. Shae noticed a button on the side of the box, and she pushed it. A deep bass groove began, shocking the girls. They fell to the floor or various chairs.

“I am SO going to kill you guys,” Lara mumbled, already bright red.

“I swear, honey, we didn’t know shit about this,” Vickie insisted. The top of the box came flying off, and six dark blue helium filled balloons floated out. The sides of the box started to slowly fall, and there was AJ McLean, clad in baggy black pants, a sheer black tshirt, and a dark blue ribbon across his chest, like a beauty pageant contestant.

“Jesus Mary and Joseph,” Kelley whispered. The music slowly turned into a mix of Lay Down Beside Me and Hey Mr. DJ, with AJ singing to the recorded tape. His eyes never left Lara, and he bumped and grinded right in front of her. He took her hand and placed it on the ribbon, motioning for her to tear it. When she did, the sheer shirt suddenly tore in half. The girls gasped and squealed, and Lara didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of AJ’s hot body in front of her.

“Oh I am having a heart attack. Call 911,” Ari murmured.

“You could die right here and I wouldn’t move,” Shae told her. Before Ari could reply, AJ’s pants hit the floor, and he was clad only in skintight black short boxer briefs. He pulled Lara to her feet and began to dance with her, rubbing his almost naked body against hers. By the time the music ended, she was sweating bullets.

“Congratulations and good luck on your marriage,” he said. He picked up his clothes and jogged up the steps before anyone could say anything.

“Holy fuck,” Lara said, falling back into her chair. Ari ran up the steps after AJ.

“AJ! Wait!” AJ was standing in the foyer, pulling on his pants. A shirtless AJ was enough to make Ari speechless, and he couldn’t help but wink at her. “Who put you up to this?”

“Lance.”

“LANCE? Lance BASS?” Ari gasped.

“Sure…he asked, and I said I’d love to. There were four video cameras in the box, too, so y’all are on tape,” he said with a smile. “Of course it was Lance. Why in the world do you think I wasn’t allowed to be naked?”

“Damn,” Ari said before she thought. AJ looked her over from head to toe.

“Did you like my dance?” Ari nodded. “Was I good?”

“Ohhh yes,” she replied in a whisper. He took a step closer to her and moved a stray piece of hair from her face.

“Did it make you hot?”

If the house would have burned down that second, she wouldn’t have noticed. “Oh…yes…”

He took her hand. “Come on.” She followed willingly as he led her to the back of the house, obviously looking for something. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Ari.”

“You…you have?”

“Sure…I asked Lance for your number tonight, but I don’t think I want to wait for a date.” He saw what he wanted and smiled. “In here.” He led Ari into the laundry room and shut the door behind them.

“AJ…what…oh damn…” Ari murmured as his hands reached for her tshirt and yanked it up over her shoulders. The bra soon followed, and as her bare chest pressed against his, his mouth met hers. His hands were in her hair, down her back, on her breasts, and finally at her shorts, shoving them down. Her shaking fingers wrestled with the button on his pants, and they were soon naked.

AJ lifted Ari up on the washing machine and knelt before her. Spreading her legs, he began to tongue fuck her, using his fingertips to tickle up and down her legs. Ari moaned, throwing her head back. Her fingers ran through his hair. When he felt she had had enough, he came up to wrap her legs around him. At the last moment, he reached behind her, turning the washing machine on.

“AJ, what the hell…ohhhhhh yes…” she screamed as the vibrations from the washer combined with AJ’s thrusting sent her body into convulsions.

“Damn…Ari…” AJ gasped, biting at her neck as she got tighter and tighter around him.

AJ finally lifted her off the washer and set her on the floor, and was back inside her immediately. Ari’s back arched off the ground. She couldn’t stand it any more. “AJ…oh…fuck!” Ari came, clutching his back with her fingernails. After a few more thrusts, AJ groaned and spurted inside of her.

“That sounds like…” Shae began, trying to listen.

“A washing machine,” Lara finished. The girls looked at each other, and then broke into shocked laughter. About twenty minutes later, Ari came calmly down the steps. Everyone looked at her.

“I had to tip the dancer,” she said simply. She sat down and pushed play on the remote.

The End

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