Daddy’s Bachelor Party: A Vegas Tell-All by Kelsey Charisma Page A

sniggered,
apparently finding it amusing that Kia didn’t want to think of her
as a sexual creature.
    “I’m still your daughter! That’s so
gross.”
    “Well, at least now you won’t show up.” Her
mom continued to laugh from within the bathroom. Kia wandered out
to the balcony and shut herself outside away from her mom. Now that
her shock was wearing off, she thought about Andy and Samantha’s
bizarre pact that they could cheat on each other until the wedding.
It made Kia wonder if her mom simply wanted a reason to party. She
sure as hell hoped so, because she wanted one of them to call it
off before they eloped the following evening.
    Kia brooded for so long that when she came
back into her hotel room, her mom was gone and it was nearly ten
o’clock. She didn’t want to spend all night bored in her room and
decided to wander the halls. However, she didn’t get passed the
elevator when she stepped in with two female cops. The chatty
policewomen continued to talk, and Kia pretended not to listen in
as she rode the elevator up to the top floor.
    “Do you think the bachelor is hot?” One
policewoman asked the other.
    “I sure as hell hope so. I can hardly dance
on some guys cock anymore and not start to shake I’m so disgusted.
I’ve refused to give head anymore, but that just pisses some men
off. Seriously, if I had somewhere to go, I’d run.”
    “Cherry!” The first policewoman hissed in a
loud whisper before nodding in Kia’s direction. Kia didn’t even
have the decency to pretend not to overhear. She smiled at them,
shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. This was Vegas. Prostitution
was ramped and even she knew that. And even if their talk about
blow jobs didn’t give away their career, their sexy cops’ attire
did.
    “It’s fine. I’m a stripper, too.” Kia lied,
but it was fucking genius.
    The two girls looked Kia up and down, and
she could imagine they were concluding her tiny skirt and tank top
wasn’t in costume. Besides showing off her legs and cleavage, she
wasn’t flaunting anything. “But you look so young.” One of the
strippers said, in obvious disbelief.
    “I’m not working tonight,” Kia said and left
it at that because she didn’t have any other brilliant ideas about
why she’d be in a hotel if she wasn’t working it.
    “You’re not meeting someone in his hotel
room?”
    “No, I’m not even dressed for it,” she said,
and held her arms out to the side while looking down at her own
clothes, “obviously.”
    “I think you look pretty hot, and just
enough not to get caught.”
    “Ask her, Monica!” The two girls exchanged
silent looks, and then the stripper that spoke prodded her friend
in the ribs.
    “You could work if you want,” Monica began.
“If you want to make some cash, we could use the help. We promised
three girls, but Destiny is sick…okay, she was too high to work,
but it’s a guaranteed thousand…”
    “Two hundred!”
    “Oh, um, right. It’s a guaranteed two
hundred each.”
    Kia gaped at them. At first she was so
alarmed by the suggestion of stripping her mouth dropped, but then
she started thinking. “Did you say you’re stripping for a bachelor
party?”
    “That’s right.”
    Kia didn’t know which room Andy was in, but
she was told the two parties were in the same hotel. “Hmm,” she
thought about it for a minute, even stepping out the elevator with
them on the top floor as she considered it. Going to his party
seemed like a perfect opportunity to redeem herself and all her
missed opportunities. It was possible she might not be let passed
the front door, but she had to try. She didn’t want that night to
be one more time she coward away from letting him know she had a
thing for him. If only she could make him see.
    Then it came to her—a perfect idea. “How,”
she choked out, determined to give herself no choice to be brave,
“How ’bout this—I’ll come with you, but since I’m not dressed as a
cop, I can just say I wandered