Chris Trimble stood in front of his floor to ceiling window in his corner office. He admired the view of downtown Los Angeles on this Friday evening. A break was needed for him having been working long hours on a big project. He wanted to get as much done as possible before the weekend so all he had to do was put the final touches on it before the presentation on Wednesday.
Running a hand through his brown hair, Chris briefly thought about his upcoming 30th birthday in three weeks. He had achieved a lot since he had graduated from college. The 5-foot, 10-inch man had climbed the ranks and was recently promoted to his current middle management job. He was on the fast track to a top-level position in the next few years.
Along with nearly turning 30, he was also approaching his third wedding anniversary to his beautiful wife Haley. She was three years younger than him, and they had met her senior year of college.
When asked about the first time they met, they tell people it was at a restaurant that they both happened to be at with different friends' groups. The only truth to the story is that they had met at a hotel.
Five years ago, Chris was living and working in San Diego when he was attended the bachelor party for his friend James in Sonoma, California to play at a few of the golf courses in the area. James had wanted to go to Las Vegas for his bachelor party, but his finance, Anna, was paranoid that the group would get a hooker for him or he would sleep with a stripper.
James' best man, Ben, assured her that they wouldn't, but she wasn't buying it. Ben had to make a compromise for Sonoma. However, he did have a backup plan for some entertainment. Ben lived in Los Angeles at the time and loved to visit gentlemen's clubs. He was able to find a stripper that was willing to make the trip up to Sonoma on the condition that she was there just to dance.
We were skeptical about her looks and skills if she was willing to give up her time to make money at the club for the bachelor party. Ben was insistent that she was one of the best, if not the best, dancer he had seen and gotten a lap dance from. Not only that, but he said she was a complete knock out.
The bachelor party weekend saw us all arrive at the hotel in Sonoma on Thursday evening. That was followed by us hitting the links Friday morning for 18 holes. After lunch, we played another 18 holes on a different course before ending the day with dinner and hit up a bar.
We played another round of golf on Saturday morning and then went to a winery for lunch and wine tasting that afternoon. That night we told James that we were just going to hang out at the hotel as we had another round of golf planned Sunday morning before we were to catch flights that night to head to our respective homes. At least that is what James thought would be happening.
It was nearly 10 p.m. when Ben got a text and left the room. All of us had been drinking moderately except for me. I had drawn the short straw and was the designated responsible adult for the night. It was a concept we came up with so we could party but be safe. I was disappointed but would later be very thankful that I had drawn the short straw.
We were hanging out in the living room area of the suite to make sure James was distracted. We were watching the end of a San Francisco Giants game on the television when Ben returned. James was so wrapped up into the game and drunk that he didn't notice Ben signaling us to get ready for the special entertainment.
Right before a pitch was thrown in the ninth inning, Travis turned the TV off.
"What the fuck!" shouted a surprised James.
Erik followed by pushing the coffee table to the side and Ben came in and placed one of the kitchen tables in the middle of the room.
"This is the seat for bachelor," said Ben with a big smile on his face.
"You fucking didn't!" a shocked and surprised James responded. He got up and sat down in the chair while saying to Ben, "If this is a guy, I'm going to kick your fucking ass."
"I wouldn't pull that on you for your bachelor party. I already had to compromise so much for Anna just for this weekend. Now, who is ready for the entertainment!"
We all hooped and hollered in response. Erik and Travis took a seat on the couch while I sat down in a chair. Ben took out his phone and started playing music through the Bluetooth speakers he had strategically placed earlier in the evening.
A song with a strong beat started playing and a couple of seconds later the entertainment made herself known. From the hallway leading to one of the bedrooms came strutting out a stunning blonde that stood nearly six-feet tall in her four-inch stripper heels. She was dressed as a schoolgirl, a known fantasy of James' among the group.
Her button down white collared shirt was tied just below her big breasts and was unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. The shirt was nearly see-thru so we could all see her sexy black bra she was wearing while she also had a small red and green plaid necktie that fell to the top of her cleavage. She had on a matching colored pleated plaid skirt that barely covered her ass.
White knee-high socks and four-inch black stripper heels capped off her outfit. You could see the muscle definition in her legs from dancing.
Ben introduced her as Tara and she quickly sat in James' lap. She went on to put on an amazing show. We all cheered when she dropped her black, lace thong and exposed her clean-shaven pussy. The only thing she still had on her tan body was the tiny plaid tie, white knee socks and her heels as she proceeded to give the lucky groom-to-be a nude lap dance.