The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 11 by Maxim Jakubowski

Author:Maxim Jakubowski
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781780334424
Publisher: Constable & Robinson

One Last Fling

Kristina Wright

“We’re Vegas bound,” Douglas said, helping me into the back of our sleek, black limousine.

The neon lights outside Club Europa reflected off my silver-sequined minidress, causing it to sparkle like a disco ball. I made a half-hearted effort to preserve my modesty as I climbed into the limo, tugging my skirt with one hand while I held a glass of champagne in the other. I wasn’t particularly successful at either, as I felt a cool breeze on my ass and the trickle of champagne on my wrist. I fell into the back of the limo in a fit of giggles and waited for my entourage to join me.

“Oh, but I’m not finished dancing!”

Alex got in beside me, his long limbs tangling with mine as we made room for two more. “It’s three hours to Vegas and the girls are waiting for you. You’ll dance the night away tomorrow night.”

“Fuck the night away, is more like it,” Douglas said, as he and Neil climbed in and sat across from us.

Neil tapped the partition between the driver and us. “We’re ready,” he called. “Let’s get the bride to Vegas.”

The limo pulled away from the kerb in front of my favourite dance club and I waved goodbye as if I would never see it again. I was giddy and tipsy and very cosy in the back of the limo with my three favourite men – besides my fiancé Simon, of course. What can I say? I’ve always been a tomboy and that has translated into deep, meaningful – and sometimes even platonic – friendships with men. Not that I don’t have female friends, I do. They were waiting for me at the Bellagio in Vegas and in the morning we’d be getting massages and pedicures and talking about boys before I walked down the aisle. But I had wanted my last night as a single woman to be spent with my three closest male friends.

It had been Simon’s idea for my bachelorette party to end up in Vegas, where we were to be married the following evening. Now, I was floating happily along thanks to the beautiful, bubbly champagne that kept flowing into my glass from endless bottles provided by my attentive staff of three. I was dressed in sparkly sequins and smoky mascara, looking very much the part of a party girl out for a night of dancing and debauchery. I smiled like the proverbial cat that has eaten the cream and curled up contentedly on the leather seat next to Alex.

“Well, lady, did we show you a good last night?” Alex asked, refilling my glass yet again.

I giggled as I sipped the expensive champagne. “Absolutely. We made quite a scene on the dance floor.”

It was true. We’d popped into three clubs over the course of the evening and caused a bit of a stir every time as I led the men out to the centre of the dance floor. Gyrating with three men is likely to garner a lot of attention.

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