The days after Dima’s birthday passed in a blur of dress fittings, answering a million yes or no answers for things I wasn’t allowed to plan myself. I already knew that the guest list wasn’t up to me, but things like the reception dinner and even the cake were pretty much completely out of my hands. My mom was working with Alex’s mom though, which I was happy to see since it meant that it really would be a blend of our families instead of just my mine.
And despite the short notice, Jazmin was thrilled to come party with me as an impromptu bachelorette. She wasn’t due to be landing for another two hours, so for the time being I was going through my closet to find something that made me look hot enough to have my drinks paid for yet conservative enough that if I got wrecked that I wouldn’t inadvertently flash anyone.
“The white or the silver?” I asked Alex as I held up the two dresses. “The silver is a Paris Hilton knock off.”
He frowned. “Who?”
“The Hilton Heiress? The voice of several generations and pioneered the phrase “that’s hot”?”
“Glykia mou, I’m not American and I don’t follow American celebrities.”
I rolled my eyes and pressed it to myself. “Look, it’s sleeveless and backless. I need the special double-sided tape to wear it.”
“And the white?”
I pressed the other dress to myself. “It has one sleeve and it’s super tight.”
“I might have to see it on,” he said slyly.
I smirked and hung the dress back up to strip down and show him what he would be missing out on tonight. The dress stretched easily as I worked it up over my hips and slipped my arm through the sleeve. The hem wasn’t too high but the slit on my thigh, going almost all the way up to my hip certainly upped the ante.
I smoothed out the front and turned around to get Alex’s reaction. His eyes became heavy and he leaned forward on his knees, gazing at me with blatant hunger. I fought not to press my thighs together when I felt the tingling warmth spread through my core, not wanting to show him how excited even just his presence was making me lately.
“Come here, baby girl,” he urged, cocking his finger at me. His voice was thick and dark and there was no way I could say no to him.
I put all my confidence into my stride as I made my way across the room to him, swaying my hips seductively with every step. Alex spread his legs slightly and leaned back, bracing his hand on the bed as his gaze swept up and down me.
Just as I came to stand in front of him, he reached out with his free hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me even closer. Alex sat up and ran both hands up and over my thighs, pushing my dress up until covered almost nothing and pressed several swoon-worthy kisses to my legs, working his way to my now uncovered pussy.
“I have to go,” I complained half-heartedly, my fingers knotting into his hair. “She needs me to pick her up from the airport…”
“I want you before you go,” he replied huskily.
His hand slipped between my thighs, feeling my sex and drawing out a soft moan from me. I couldn’t let him draw me into bed and potentially keep me too long, despite the voice in my head that was pleading for me just to enjoy his touch and spend more quality time together. Maybe I could give him something special before I left though, and hopefully it would tide him over until the wedding.
I pushed his hands away and sunk to my knees in front of him. Alex’s smile grew and he leaned back again, giving me clear access to his zipper. I was grinning as I reached out to free his cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but I would change that. Holding his gaze, I lowered my head to run my tongue up his shaft, letting my saliva pool onto him to make it easier to jerk him off. Daddy’s hand came up to my head, just lightly resting there while my hand pumped up and down. His pulse thumped against my palm and it made my own heart race in return, even more so when I felt him starting to harden.
His cock grew in front of my eyes and I couldn’t help but feel my stomach flutter and the heat between my legs become an insistent ache. I made to take him into my mouth when Daddy pushed my head down, urging me to kiss and lick his sac. My tongue trailed over it as my grip tightened on his shaft and my hand twisted, drawing out a sharp inhale from him followed by a deep moan. My face was hot, but my heart soared with a mix of pride and excitement.
Before I could do anything else, Daddy’s grip tightened in my hair and he jerked me back as he took hold of the base of his cock, slapping my hand away. I barely had enough time to take a breath before his cock was being forced into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged at the sudden invasion and looked up at him pleadingly. His face was twisted into a filthy leer that made me slip my hand down to my pussy and feel the wetness that was starting to coat my sex.
“I want you to think about this later when you’re grinding on some asshole,” he instructed. “Remember whose cock you were choking on.”
My eyes watered and I fought his hold, desperate to get some air. He pulled me back just enough to get another breath before pushing me back down, using my mouth like he would my pussy. My fingers worked faster, pumping in and out of me while I ground my hips against the heel of my hand, fighting to work my g-spot and my clit at the same time.
I was dizzy with the scent of him filling my senses and the darkness of his eyes as he gazed down at me, grinning cruelly when he pushed his cock in to the hilt, making me gag and tears dribble down my cheeks. My throat burned but it couldn’t compare to the fire spreading over my skin as I got closer to my finish, shivering and humping frantically against my hand while I silently begged him to throw me to the floor and fuck me senseless.
I thought I was going to get what I wanted when he pulled me off again but he yanked my hair hard, forcing me to look up at him directly.
“Open your mouth,” he snarled.
I complied quickly and refused to look away as he started to jerk himself off. I was right on the edge and with every brush of his cock against my lips I thought I would be pushed past the brink.
Daddy was almost panting and the way his chest heaved told me that he was about to finish. “Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he gritted out, his voice thick.
The words had barely left his mouth before he threw back his head with a groan and shot his cum across my tongue and coated my mouth. It pushed me over the edge and I shuddered and fought to keep my mouth open for him as fireworks went off behind my eyes and my back arched. My own fluid dripped down my hand and I felt my thighs tremble from trying to hold me in the same position for so long.
Daddy took a deep breath and lolled his head back as he dabbed his cock on my lower lip, wiping the small drip off the head. A string of saliva connected me to his length and I stared up at him expectantly, letting him see that I followed his instructions. He smirked and brushed his fingers over my cheek, through the mostly dry tear tracks.
“You look cute like this, now swallow for me.”
The taste and texture of his cum sliding down my throat made me shiver and my eyes flutter shut for a moment before showing him my empty mouth. Alex jerked me to my feet and I clutched at his chest, burying my face against his shirt while he rubbed my back. I felt him raise my hand to his lips and opened one eye reluctantly, catching him just as he licked my still wet fingers.
I giggled and turned away, my face flushing with sudden embarrassment.
He chuckled and kissed digits without a care in the world. “I like how you taste,” he murmured appreciatively. “I probably don’t taste like sunshine and rainbows and but you certainly do.”
“You’re so full of it.” I pulled my hand out of his grasp and smacked his chest playfully. “And now I really do have to go, because you’ve probably made me late.”
“I’d like to make you late in so many more ways,” he taunted, his arms circling my waist as he bowed his head down to mine.
I laughed and detached him reluctantly. “I have to go, I have to pick up the car and then go get Jazmin so that I can have one last night of freedom.”
Alex yanked me back to him and kissed his way across my one bare shoulder. “One last night, hm? And I’m not invited?”
“No, I believe you’re supposed to have some nefarious plans involving a strip club and beautiful dancers.”
He snickered and pulled back. “It’s not that nefarious and there’s no guarantee that we’re going to any clubs.”
“Please, I know you like to pay for it,” I teased, standing up on my tiptoes. “Promise that you won’t accidentally fall in love with anyone while you’re there?”
“There’s no one else that I could fall for,” he promised. “I’ll be here when you come home in the morning, all in one piece and missing you terribly.”
“Aw!” I threw my arms around his neck and held him tight as I kissed him, urging his mouth to open against mine.
I had to pack up a change of clothes and pyjamas for the night and I was vaguely aware that I was running out of time as I shoved my toiletries into the suitcase. Alex helped get my stuff packed, making snarky comments all the while about how I was overpacking for a single night, but he clearly had no idea that I really wanted to go all out for this night.
He happily walked me down to the pier though, carrying my bag like a true overprotective gentleman. This was where we parted ways, and I watched longingly from the railing as the ferry sailed back towards the mainland. I was halfway to the docks when Jazmin texted me to say she was just getting off the plane and practically squealed in excitement, quickly texting her that I would be there shortly with champagne and an awesome ride.
Thirty minutes later, I screamed and threw my arms wide at the sight of Jazmin coming through the terminal doors. She dropped her Louis Vuitton luggage excitedly and barrelled into my arms. We rocked back and forth, completely oblivious to the hordes of people weaving around us as we clung to each other.
“You look so good!” she praised, holding me at arms-length. “The most beautiful blushing bride!”
I fluttered my eyes and posed dramatically. “I do look damn good, don’t I?” I joked. “But uh, hello, have you seen yourself lately?”
She grinned and flexed her arms, showing off her slim, corded muscle. “I’ve won two competitions for bodybuilding, I don’t want to get any bulkier but I feel so cool and honestly powerful.”
“You look amazing. I never would have guessed that you would get into bodybuilding, but it really looks good on you.”
The girl with long brown and purple hair and a slender, waifish body was gone. In her place stood a woman with a wavy bob cut right at her chin and dyed a glossy bright red and slim, muscular physique that radiated agility and power. The colour reminded me of Marie, but Jaz’s hair had more purple in the undertones than orange.
Jaz was eager to tell me about her new hobby and I led her to the car while she did just that. Locals rolled their eyes at us and tourists made obstacles in our path back to the limo. I popped open a small bottle of the champagne and toasted to us and our reunion. Despite the fear I had about us not having much to talk about, that maybe we had been apart too long, we lapsed back into our friendship easily. We cuddled up against each other and shared pictures of our travels, my thousands of pictures from all over Greece and hers from jet setting all around the world.
The one picture she showed me made my jaw hit the floor, her boyfriend, or sugar daddy, was hot and young. Like, maybe in his early thirties at the latest. The son of some media mogul in Britain, and he owned two private jets and a string of luxury resorts. She clearly adored him, from the way she blushed while raving about his philanthropy to the giggle that escaped her when she told me about his embarrassing habit of saying the most inappropriate thing at the wrong moment.
As we got ready back at the hotel, leaving an assortment of makeup and hair products on the bathroom counter, I told her about Peter and my sudden reunion with Alex.
“So, like, is it weird if I ask which one is bigger?” she asked with a snap of her gum. “Is it a “like father, like son” situation or…?”
I giggled hysterically and pulled the curling iron out of my hair, watching the ringlet bounce in the mirror. “Look, all I’m gonna say is that Peter got the short end of the stick.”
“No!” she cried, throwing a hair tie at me. “Ohmigod, no bad puns tonight!”
I was laughing so hard at the stupid joke that I could barely breathe, and Jaz just shook her head at me. When I could finally stand up again and catch a breath I was dancing around the bathroom half-dressed. “I fucked his dad,” I sang in a horribly off-key voice. “Yes, I’m trailer trash but I fucked his dad!”
Jazmin cackled and pulled me to her side. I snapped a photo of us in the mirror and sent it to Alex, knowing he likely wouldn’t see it for hours now but still wanting to show him solid proof that I still had a half-decent social life.
Even with every distraction that we had we still managed to make it out of the hotel and down to the bar with decent timing. Jaz and I walked right past the line and thanked the bouncer with a wink and a kiss on the cheek.
Strobe lights lit the three-storey nightclub up in a haze of neon coloured beams and rolling fog from the machines. A glowing elevator with thick, clear glass walls sat in the centre of the room, bringing people up to the VIP lounge, which Jazmin steered me straight towards.
I grabbed two thin test-tube shot glasses from a waitress and handed Jaz one as we boarded the elevator, quickly tossing them back and watching us rise above the crowd. The platform turned pink and the music vibrated the floor, making the light pulse to the bass. When the doors slid open again, the bouncer did actually stop us to make sure we were cleared and not trying to gate crash.
The first thing I did when we got past him was direct Jaz to the bar, pointing to two empty seats near a booth in the back. I hopped up onto the barstool and ordered a round of shots for us and mixed drinks.
The too-cute-for-my-tipsy-self bartender quickly brought back the drinks that glowed under the black lights, matching the dozens of glowing things just on this floor alone.
Jaz thrust her shot in the air and leaned back in her seat. “To getting paid to be hot,” she toasted.
I burst out laughing and grabbed my own shot. “To getting paid to be hot,” I agreed.
We grinned at each other and tossed the drinks back. I winced at the horrid taste but didn’t falter. Afterward I slammed my glass down on the table next to hers and leaned against her side, giggling like an idiot as my head spun. This whole night was more than I could have ever hoped for; the bar, the night life, the everything. I didn’t want any of it to end.
I wonder if she realizes how weird this is. “You know, this is the first time we’ve ever legally drank together.”
“Really? I thought we did in Barbados?”
“No, Alex wanted me sober for that trip after we got back from Napa Valley. Something about me being supremely wrecked for three straight days made him hesitant to let me near alcohol again.”
God, that was a great trip. Napa Valley for four days before meeting up with Jazmin and her sugar daddy at the time for a week in Barbados. The four of us in a mansion on the coast, having a great time, the guys watching me and Jaz dancing on the bar while we stripped each other, them laughing and tossing bills while they watched in delight…
Jazmin’s voice brought me out of my daydreaming, her excitement egging mine on. “The honeymoon,” she said, cocking an eyebrow. “I need details.”
I grinned and leaned in conspiratorially. “The first one or the second?”
“Start with the first one, tell me he hasn’t lost his touch.”
“Oh, hell no.” I laughed and waved to the bartender for another round. “I know I told you about going to Vegas, but Jaz, holy shit, I was so sore coming home! We got in the limo and I thought we were going back to the hotel but nope, we fucked in the backseat, went to dinner and almost fucked him in the limo again because of lack of control. And that was just night one. I was so drunk for most of it that I don’t remember half of what we did on this trip.”
Two shots were set in front of us, I took the glass in one hand and the lime slice in the other while Jaz did the same. We nodded to each other and tossed them back quickly before biting down on the fruit.
She shivered and stuck her tongue out theatrically while I giggled away. My face was hot and suddenly the dancefloor didn’t seem too crowded.
Jaz grabbed my arm and I leaned back as she invaded my space. “Can I tell you something? I totally didn’t think you were going to go through with it. I never thought you’d call Alex back, let alone go to dinner with him.”
“I didn’t think I would either!” I laughed tiredly and swept my hair back. “Do you remember telling me that I should fuck Nathan before doing anything with Alex?”
She narrowed her glacial eyes suspiciously at me. “Yeah…”
“I might have lied about that and Alex might have been my first.”
“No!” She covered her face and groaned loudly. I realized then that her extremely long, red lacquered nails matched her hair and couldn’t help smiling to myself despite her horror. “You shouldn’t choose to lose your virginity to guy paying you to fuck him, Clo, come on, that’s the first rule.”
I shrugged and tossed my hair over my shoulder, making sure my ring caught the light. “It seemed to work out pretty well for me.”
She snorted and jumped off of her stool. “You got lucky, Jamieson. Now come on, I’m free and unchained for the night and I want to make the most of it.”
Time became a thing of the past while we danced. I had no idea how long we spent out there, how many delicious blue raspberry flavoured drinks I had, or how many hot guys I draped myself over. A blur of supermodel-esque men my age that offered all manner of shitty pickup lines, drugs, and offers to show me a good time. One grabbed my ass clumsily and I spun away from his touch, back into the crowd and lost myself again to the sound of pop music in a language that I didn’t understand.
Jazmin’s black glittery dress caught the lights and contrasted gorgeously against mine as we ground against each other and showed off what they all were missing.
Three more clubs saw us throughout the night, including one strip club that I spent far more money at than I wanted to tell Alex about in the morning, but in the moment, it didn’t matter. I was reunited with my true sister, and that couldn’t be more clear me than it was when were draped over the back seat of the limo, singing along to her playlist at the tops of our lungs. My true sister.