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Chapter 20

Tara

Two hours after fleeing my rehearsal dinner I was sitting in a dark club VIP section covered in flashing dick necklaces, bracelets leighs and a bride to be sash and matching tiara. Feeling way to damn good after chugging down two large fishbowls of ocean breeze. Watching as AJ and Evet sandwich the very built, glistening, and hung half naked fire man. Meanwhile Carla’s in the back corner laid across a large red chase lounge.

With her legs in the air as a sexy ass oiled downed police officer leans over her working his hips like a damn porn star. Which was mild compared to the Tarzan guy who had his head under Steph’s skirt for a suspiciously long time. Or the guy in the toga who was grinding in Antoinette’s face as he lifts his skirt and shoves his hand in his waist band. But the funniest of all was Angie who obviously had way too much to drink because she literally keeps challenging the dude in the elephant trunk G-string to a twerk battle. My face is sore by the time