It was considerably easier than she had anticipated.
She walked right in behind Helena, Pamela, and Nancy. Tyler was easy to notice, sitting in the family room's primary chair.
She spotted that a huge, heavy square coffee table, surrounded by comfy seats and a sofa, had been stripped of everything and shone like a little stage.
Amaya followed Helena's lead and tossed her black trench coat, along with the other girls' seasonal clothes, over the edge of the couch.
It was my first bachelor-thingy event. This should be intriguing. She expected them to start dancing right away, but instead they were brought drinks and introduced. Everyone just gave their first names. She followed Helena's lead once more and addressed herself as Daisy.
And she requested a glass of water rather than anything alcoholic. They were also given gorgeous, sparkling dark theme masks with feathers, and Amaya realised this bachelor party had a theme. Between platters of spicy chips and dip and trays of cookies, fancy brownies and colourful lightning were sprinkled throughout the room.
The enormous sheet cake was adorned with an edible cookie tombstone and the phrases "Good luck, Tyler Boy" and "Regret Nothing" written in icing that shone with red, blue, and dark yellow coloured sugar.
Amaya took off her mask and donned it. It gave her the impression that she could view everything without being noticed.
There were perhaps twenty-five males in their early to mid-thirties there. Amaya could almost smell the testosterone permeating the entire room.
"I don't see the man who hired us," Helena murmured quietly to Nancy, as Amaya kept near and listened. "Perhaps he decided not to come," Nancy said quietly.
"Hmmm," Helena thought, then replied, "Why don't you two get up on the table and start dancing?"
The opening bars of The Pussycat Doll's Stick With You flooded the room as if on cue. The vibration of the percussion bass licks creates the atmosphere. If there was ever music made just for dirty dancing and parties, this was it.
"Well done," Amaya replied. Nancy and she pushed their way through a crowd of masculine bodies and appreciative gazes at that enormous, shiny coffee table. Amaya had her gaze fixed on Tyler. She got the sense that he'd already had a few drinks. He wasn't going to do anything romantic tonight. Thats for sure, she thought to herself.
Then one of the men extended his hand up onto the coffee table, and she accepted it, smiling sweetly at him.
Then she started moving to the tunes, her eyes closed and a grin on her lips in reaction to Helena's decision to have two females dance at the same time. Despite the fact that she and Nancy would not be conversing, the idea would be there. That would be enough for these people.
Someone turned up the volume on the music, and Amaya opened her eyes. Nancy had already thrown her skirt behind the couch, much to the amusement of the male audience.
Okay, she needed to catch up. She bit her lips when the zipper on her black leather miniskirt snagged on her red satin underwear. Not bad at all. She was actually enjoying this! Yet, she couldn't believe she was here only a few hours ago; after landing in the airport, her only thoughts were a nice shower and something tasty and greasy to eat.
The skirt fell off, but as she flung it, it landed on a guy's head. The others roared with joy as he pawed it off his face and hurled it behind him, smirking.
Nancy gave her a wink as if to say, "Nice play, Daisy!" Amaya mimicked Nancy's movements. She was still wearing her tight black top at the end of the song. Another tune, "Touch My Body," began. The redhead, Pamela, joined them at the long table. They danced till they were down to their bras and underwear by the conclusion of the second song.
It was just as Helena had described it. Amaya knew she wasn't showing them much more than she would on a beach, but they loved it. Christmas had obviously arrived early this year, judging by the grins on all the joyful, manly faces looking at them. Nancy then shocked her.
They were in the midst of their fourth song, "Love Game" by Lady Gaga, when Nancy smiled and opened the front clasp of her red lace bra. Then she quickly refastened her bra. The clapping and roars of applause were overwhelming. Pamela smiled as she flashed them, then secured her dark-coloured bra once more.
And Amaya discovered that every man's eye was on her. Unfortunately, she and Helena were the ladies who would have been seen to be more endowed. Even worse, her bra was attached to her back.
What should I do? Should I? She kept dancing around on the low coffee table when she noticed Nancy and Pamela had both stepped down. She was the only one at the table. And she was aware of it. Every man in the room was curious about what lay behind her red satin push-up bra.
She'd never felt so self-conscious about her figure before. Growing up in Montana and attending a private school in France played a role. She'd sunbathed topless in France and Germany over the summer. She was a dancer who was comfortable in her own skin.
She smirked. "Oh well, what the hell?"
She was alone at the table, scarcely breathing, when familiar music began to play. The male-dominated crowd applauded. Amaya became aware that every eye in the room was on her.
She began to dance to the alluring music, her secret, dreamy grin meant to drive a guy insane. Then she went for the straps at the back of her bra slowly and seductively.
*****
Meanwhile, Chase Johnson sat on the phone at his large wood desk, trying not to hear the noises of the party flowing beneath the door. One of the drawbacks of being really successful was that your working day didn't always end at five o'clock.
And he achieved prosperity beyond his wildest expectations. He and his business partner, Justin De Nero, had created a little USB with massive storage that could be used as an internet wireless port that had swept the computer industry and garnered positive feedback.
They'd made millions from it when their firm went public and gained rapid industry celebrity. They'd also managed to have a lot of fun while doing it. Chase smirked. Justin had at least completed the enjoyable part. His partner nagged him all the time to let loose and live a little, but he was a guarded man by nature.
That's why he and Justin worked well together in business.
Chase paid close attention to everything.
And tomorrow was Tyler’s wedding, and if only he could stay here and finish the paperwork. He thought and stretched himself.
"Wasn't there a particular kind of event you were meant to go to tonight? I mean, downstairs?" Justin said as the chat came to a close.
"Yeah, going. I just need, um, to finish some papers," he said, rubbing his fingers down onto his temples, feeling a headache start. He'd laboured straight through noon and was starving. Perhaps he could go down the hall and have a slice of dessert and a mug of coffee. "Come on, it's your cousin’s bachelor party. Get up and have some fun."
"I will—"
"And Chase, hurry up and don't do whatever that I wouldn't do."
"Which means it's open season?" Chase raised his brows. "Aha! You said it, not me," Justin responded at the other end, amused. "All I know is that all labour and little play equal a miserable life. Trust me, I know."
"Point taken," Chase commented as he checked his watch. "How's Ruru doing there?" he inquired of his three-year-old blond labrador. He'd asked Justin to look after his dog tonight. Roro became concerned when big groups invaded his house.
"Ruru is under my desk right now, chewing on that white toy ball — oops, he just heard his name, and he's looking at me with that 'Let's play' speech, so we will."
"Thank you for keeping him overnight; parties irritated him."
"Don't worry about him; he's fine."
Chase inhaled deeply. "Okay, I'll call you later."
"You won't because Tyler is getting married. Enjoy the event. I can handle a day without you here in the office. Calm down."
"Yeah, you're right. Okay, I'll call you in the next few days." Chase hung up the phone and stretched. He tilted his head, listening to the family room down the hall's roars and exuberant masculine cries.
"What in the world was going on?" He murmured to himself and walked towards the door, opened it, and entered the living room.
*****
Amaya tormented and made fun of them. She had no idea where she gathered the urge to do so. It was as if an innate ability she'd always kept hidden had suddenly exploded, taking her over. It didn't hurt that she was wearing a black wig and a mask that simply concealed one-third of her face.
She felt like another woman in her beautiful skirt and sparkling red lipstick on her lips. A seductive, experienced woman. A woman who can lead a guy down any number of sensual paths.
She'd gone for her bra's back fastening, then stopped, her hands moving to her front, then wandering back, and eventually, still teasing, she'd undone her bra's back fastening for the third time.
Amaya considered a true striptease to be a piece of art, an expression of the feminine form. She'd never had the opportunity to perform one, and she doubted she'd ever have another.
She planned to make the most of this opportunity. Every male in the room was focused on her hands, waiting for her to pull the gorgeous garment down lower and lower, until it was entirely off.
She, however, did not. She compelled them to wait. Amaya slipped the back fastenings open, letting the lace bra straps fall down her shoulders, then cupped the bra in front of her breasts with her hands.
"Yes," one of the guys purred.
"Take it off, sweetheart!" screamed a masculine voice. She had the foresight to look across at Tyler, wondering how Mary’s soon-to-be husband was doing. Good, at least she doesn't have to explain to Mary what she did tonight that involved Tyler. She thought to herself,Maybe Tyler was so drunk that he passed out.
Amaya grinned, nearly chuckled, and kept dancing, her hips moving to the tunes, her hands on red satin. Then she lifted the cloth, showing her nude breasts, before quickly covering them again.
The audience erupted. Someone banged on the table. Someone else hurled a drink at some of the other males in the throng, but they didn't seem to notice.
Amaya grinned. She raised her bra once more, giving it a slightly longer look. Completely teasing.
The roars were loud, and the applause was overwhelming. She slid the bra down her arms, then proceeded to spin the bra over her head, dancing passionately to the music.
Then she hurled the bra into the throng, right at the man who was approaching her with a serious expression on his attractive face. Amaya smirked.
*****
Chase had arrived in the spacious living room just in time to watch the black-haired dancer flaunt her breasts to the mob of excited males. And his first thought was, ‘When did I ever see this in the dance catalogue? ’No! This could not happen.
Tyler, his cousin, was frightened enough about getting married in the morning. He didn't need anything like this to get him in trouble or drive him over the line into doing anything crazy. Mary would be devastated if she suspected he had even contemplated cheating on her. She would hate him too.
"Damn it!" Chase groaned to himself as the dancer turned, stopped, faced him, and flung her bra into the throng as the audience parted to let his determined body through.
He reached up, caught the red satin bra, dropped it, and rushed over to the coffee table, taking the half-naked woman into his arms.
“Down!” He grumbled.
"Hey!" the woman growled back. “Put me down!”Chase slung her over his shoulder and strode out of the family room, down the hall, and into his room.
"Hey! What the—" Amaya wriggled in his hands. "Put me down, you Neanderthal! Now!"
Chase sat her on the bed. She quickly exited the room, down the corridor, and back towards the party. He began a hot pursuit. When he discovered her, she was taking a glass of punch from the barman.
The red satin bra had suddenly returned to cover those wonderful breasts.
His pupils constricted as he observed her. As irritated as he was by her antics, he had to acknowledge that she had some pretty amazing breasts.
"Just what did you think you were doing up there?" Chase said, keeping his voice level and his fury under control."
She was dancing, man," exclaimed the young blond barman, his eyes filled with adoration.
"And doing a damn good job of it, if I may say so."
"Whatever, where's Tyler?" Chase wondered. "He's sound asleep in the balcony chair," the woman explained. Even if he didn't want to, he enjoyed her voice. Low, soft, and seductive.
"How do you know Tyler?" Chase inquired.
Fuck! Amaya paused.She had a sense that her cover was about to be exposed if she didn't act quickly. And the wedding would be ruined because no guy would marry somebody who would spy on him! "I was acquainted with him when we first arrived," she said, relieved that she'd been able to come up with a defence so quickly. "I assumed you meant for us to have some naughty fun with him later, but he looks quite intoxicated.""He's nervous about getting married tomorrow," Chase grumbled, "and he doesn't need to be driven over to the brink with a little number like the one you had set up on that coffee table.""Oh my!" Amaya explained. "Sorry." She may have sounded honest and put the issue to rest, but the little devil inside her drove her to continue, "I just have no idea what happened there. I got lost for a second. They just sort of — leaped out, you know. I mean, my confidence! A will of their own, if you know what I mean."As Chase turned away, the barman snorted and laughed. Several of
How does she manage to undermine my resolve, anyway? Chase thought to himself as he went back into his room. He discovered her passed out and snoring, but he thought it was charming, and to his surprise, he found her fascinating. Chase sighed and went to the living room again; however, this time the room was filled with the echoes of laughter and the clinking of glasses, and amidst the merriment, one figure remained motionless beneath the balcony. "Tyler, wake up," Chase said. Tyler lay sprawled on the soft couch, his limbs splayed haphazardly, in a state of deep unconsciousness. The chaos of the party seemed to fade away as concerned whispers filled the air. "Chase, is he okay?" one of his cousins asked. "I hope so." Friends and acquaintances gathered around, their expressions a mix of worry and amusement. Some nudged Tyler gently, hoping to rouse him from his slumber, while others exchanged bewildered glances. It was clear that this unexpected turn of events had captured ever
Watching her, Chase stated, "By the way, do you have a way home?" seeing how her eyes darted to the side and how she struggled to look him in the eye. "Sure." "Lie," he muttered. "It's practically too early to have a taxi or anything on the road." "Whatever," she said, devouring the cake and licking the last bit of icing off the paper plate. "Gosh, this is so sweet and tasty," she smirked, placing it on the coffee table next to the leather couch. "I can go wherever I like, you know!" Chase remained silent, wondering why he felt the need to be so harsh to her in order to get her moving. He discovered that he enjoyed debating with her. "How about some sort of game?" she asked with a smile. "Fancy some challenges?" He saw how her eyes sparkled. This woman exudes happiness. "What kind of game?" he asked, though his imagination was completely out of this world. Nothing but sex and steamy moments with this amazing woman... "Truth or Dare." "Really?" he smirked. "Yes, and I ge
Chase couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as he watched her confidently shed her inhibitions, revealing her alluring form. "I've never been with a woman with the same charisma as, you know," Chase murmured. "Really?" Well, that was surprising, Amaya pondered. "Yes." "Hmmm, oh well, I'm flattered." Her effortless ease and genuine sensuality were a stark contrast to the facade Chase had encountered so many times before. With each movement, she exuded a self-assuredness that captivated him, making his heart race and his desire intensify. "So, the kiss?" He asked with a longing gaze. "Yes, the k-kiss." She smiled invitingly. The soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm, intimate ambiance that seemed to mirror the connection growing between them. As Amaya reclined on the couch, her body delicately outlined by the flickering flames, Chase felt an irresistible magnetic pull towards her. "You are amazing." His eyes traced the contours of her
Hell, this is surely a mistake, she thought to herself, yet she wondered why she felt so excited about this. There was only one minor difference. She caught her breath at the sight of his aroused body—his wonderful, utterly male, terribly aroused form. She had studied painting in college. They'd sketched naked figures, and she'd seen enough strong males—or so she thought. She'd spent a lot of time on naked beaches, but she'd never seen anything like... threatening. He had to have noticed the frown on her face. "What's wrong?" She swallowed and thought she might respond to him truthfully. "It's just... I've never seen one... absolutely so big." At least, that was the truth. She received her first glimpse of pure masculine ego when he grinned. "You aren't frightened, are you?" he inquired. What about that? Sure thing. "Me, oh, it's just—" "I promise you, Daisy, I won't do anything whatsoever to you until you ask me to; you're the boss tonight." "Promise?" she asked quietly.
When Amaya awoke, she didn't know how much time had gone by, but she knew the quilt had slid off her shoulders and she was chilly. The fire had been reduced to embers. The room was nearly completely dark. “Shit…shit!” She yanked on the quilt, got a bit more out from beneath Chase's prone body, and then began when she heard his voice. "Um—Daisy? Are you awake?" She was unsure. "Hmmm yes..." He rolled over and shifted his weight so they could cover themselves with the blanket while sleeping on the faux fur rug. "Good. Are you okay?" Chase inquired. She could sense the trepidation in his voice. "I'm fine; how about you?" In response, an arm wrapped around her waist and drew her close against him. "What do you think?" he said quietly. He was aroused again, hard and eager, she realised. She kissed him after searching for his face in the darkness. He replied. She discovered that because they'd been so prepared previously, it took a lot less playtime to get both of them ready. E
The rest of Amaya's clothes and her trench coat were easy to find, but she had to tear her short leather skirt away from a sleeping reveller who was using it as a pillow.Tyler, Mary's groom, slept in a comfortable lump on the carpeted floor, the side of his face smooshed against the rug. Amaya came to a halt and scrutinised the man while quickly fastening the belt on her trench coat.She then kicked his buttocks. "Take that!"Tyler grumbled before continuing to snore."This is all your fault," she said quietly, giving herself one little, pleasurable moment of pettiness. Complete immaturity.It was beneficial. Just a bit.Amaya walked out the front door into the early morning light. Amaya noticed the snow falling as she shut the door. Light, lacy flakes fell from the leaden sky. The white ice covered the barren branches of the trees in front of Chase's house.According to the appearance of the sky, it had to be around six o'clock in the morning. Amaya wished she had a car so she could
Six years later, "I'm sorry, sir," Chase's secretary remarked, his demeanour purposefully reserved, conveying the whole gamut of his emotions.Chase Johnson dispersed them.And until they suited him, he was not a man who normally accepted the presence of sentiments. Or helped him in some manner."I have taken the liberty of collecting yet another pool of candidates," Gabby continued in the same tone, for he was not the type of secretary who was hesitant to convey his ideas, sentiments, or thoughts, no matter how they were disguised. "As the previous several have met with disfavour," Chase knew that.He stood at the glass divider that divided him from the rest of his sleek, contemporary office, not at the window that looked out over one of Rome's richest areas. It was the ideal antidote to the fussiness and weight of Roman history that pervaded the rest of the city.Chase was all too familiar with the three-thousand-year-old city, from its hidden streets to its most famous piazzas. He