Author's Note: No idea where this Modern AU came from but it got stuck in my head and I decided to write it down. This was originally going to be a one-shot but then I started writing it and decided that I may have a real story come from it and I decided to make it much longer. This first chapter is the reason why it's named the way it is and is in Padmé's first person pov but the next will be in Anakin's and we'll alternate between chapters.

I hope you enjoy!

Bachelorette Party: Chapter One

I've been dreading this night for a long time. Not my upcoming wedding that is just next week but my bachelorette party that my maid of honor, Dormé had planned. The last thing I was expecting was to have the party at her place. I thought she'd drag me out to a night club or even worse, a male strip club.

I wouldn't put anything past her.

But a nice party at her house with our lady friends is a welcome reprieve. It's a night to get drunk and just let loose, put the stress of the wedding on the back burner along with work and just enjoy the night.

The doorbell rings, Dormé is in the kitchen doing something and the other women are just sitting around, not even standing to see who it is. "I guess I'll get that," I announce to anyone who's listening and stand up from my spot on the couch and move to answer the door, my beer in hand. I open the door to be face to face with a police officer.

"Evening ma'am," the officer says, his cerulean blue eyes locked onto mine. "We've received a 911 call about a loud music complaint."

"Oh," I say, not even thinking the music is up that loud. Maybe what they heard was Sabé's loud voice, she insists she doesn't yell, she just talks loud... especially when she's drunk. "I'm sorry, officer. I'll go turn it down."

The officer just raises a thick dark blond eyebrow, he takes off his hat to reveal short dark blond hair that is lighter than his eyebrows and holds it in the crook of his left arm against his chest. "I'm going to have to come in and take a look around." He says, I stand to the side to let him in. "What are you pretty ladies celebrating tonight?"

"It's actually my bachelorette party." I tell him, walking behind him into the living room where the ladies are finally noticing our... guest. "I'm getting married next week."

He nods, looking around before turning and putting his beautiful blue eyes back on me. "I see, so you must be Miss Naberrie." How does he know my name? I nod, not wanting to lie to a cop. "Well, Miss Naberrie-"

"Padmé."

"Padmé," he says in a way that makes my insides quiver. His eyes darken in lust as he looks me up and down, his eyes finally finding mine again. "You wouldn't happen to have another one of those, would you?"

"Yeah, we do." I say, surprised that a cop is asking for a beer while on duty. But who I am to refuse those beautiful blue eyes and just hearing him talk... I'd love to hear him keep talking, keep saying my name. "Here," I hand him a bottle that was sitting on the table, unopened and still cold.

He pulls out his keys and uses a bottle opener attached to his key chain to pop off the cap. "Thank you, Padmé." I'm sure a shudder runs through me, if I wasn't getting married... I may just ask him to join me in bed. I'm sure he'd gladly oblige. But I am and thoughts like that shouldn't be entering my mind even if he has gorgeous long muscular arms that are almost too big for the uniform shirt he's wearing. Those long muscular legs are hiding beneath his uniform pants but his thighs are so big, so muscular they look like they're a size or two too small. His face is like a masterpiece of art, his dimples, his cleft chin and strong, sharp muscular jaw. I'd have no doubt he can show me a good time. I'm almost regretting he won't show me it until he's guzzling down the whole bottle of beer and tossing his hat into the group of ladies who scream and jump over each other trying to catch it and he places his empty bottle down on the coffee table.

What's going on here?

"We've gotten a call, Padmé and the complaint was that you were a very... very, naughty girl." Oh, no. He walks closer to me and starts to slowly, erotically unbutton his uniform short sleeve shirt, swaying his hips and shoulders in a masculine way as he does that makes my eyes go wide and watch his every move. The ladies are yelling, already throwing money at him and this is when I realize he isn't a cop.

He's a male stripper that Dormé must've hired. This is exactly what I expected and exactly what I was dreading. But I have to admit, she has good tastes and I suddenly can't wait to see him undressed and dancing all over me.

He takes my hand in his as he finally unbuttons the last button on his black shirt and runs my hand up and down his strong muscular chest and six pack abs. "Like what you feel?" He asks, low and husky. His voice pure sex going right down to my core. I nod, unable to answer. He shrugs his broad muscular shoulders and the shirt falls off. I'm sure I'm drooling, I've never seen a chest or abdomen like that, nevermind felt them. He continues to run my hand up and down his chest and abdomen and I don't want him to stop. I suddenly want him to run my hand up and down... other parts of his body.

That musing is cut off though when he unbuckles his duty belt and lets it fall from his hips and down to the floor before kicking it to the side, out of the way. Then he unhooks the belt holding up his pants, though I'm sure he doesn't need it with how tight his pants already are around him. He pulls it off and with both hands on the ends, he swings it over my head and down my lower back and pulls me flush against him. The ladies give catcalls and are yelling incessantly in enjoyment and truth be told, surprisingly, I am enjoying this too.

He grinds his hips against mine and- oh. My. God. I can feel him hard and big rubbing up against me and fuck. I want him. I want him now especially with the way he continues to grind up against me rubbing his - what I imagine to be a perfect dick - up and around my entrance and belly. His head leans closer to mine and all I can smell is him. He smells of the beer he just drank, spearmint and sex. Yes he smells of pure sex and I want to experience that with him, even if it is wrong on oh so many levels but this is a man who knows his body and he's turning me on without even really touching me.

I haven't known him for even five minutes and I don't even know his name but he's made more excited in just this short amount of time than Rush ever had, than any man ever had.

"It's okay to touch," he whispers into my ear. "Just not my big, hard dick or I won't be responsible for my actions." His voice still full of pure sex and those words... I may just orgasm from his words and tone alone.

Taking my mind off his big, hard dick, I rub my hands along him, the ladies obviously love it. Their catcalls are getting louder by the second and their standing up around the couches to get a closer look at this fine ass specimen of man standing before me. My hands glide along his muscular chest and I gasp when he flexes his pecs, oh my god, this man. His body is a work of art, something akin to those Greek God sculptures. He's absolutely flawless.

He finally lets go of the belt and lets it fall to the floor and he reaches for my hands and guides me to unbutton his pants for him and to unzip the zipper of his fly. He rubs my hand along his obvious hard bulge and he hisses at the contact, arching his hips forward as he does. He lets go of my hands, kicks off his shoes and slowly, erotically - everything about this man is erotic - takes off his pants to reveal what I knew were going to be long muscular legs. They'd have to be, the rest of him is muscular beyond belief and with the way his thighs looked like they were going to break free of his pants it was easy to see how big they were. Not to mention he's an easy six foot two, his legs would have to be long. Stepping out of his pants, he throws them into the group of ladies who jump for them.

Now the sexy stranger that I'd like to fuck is standing before me completely almost naked. He's just wearing a black male thong that does absolutely nothing to cover up how big he is. And man is he big. Feeling him grind up against me and my hand rubbing his bulge told me he was big but seeing him just covered in a thong, if I wasn't drooling before then I definitely am now.

The catcalls and yelling get louder and he looks me up and down, his blue eyes which are definitely darker and more lust-filled than they were earlier, feel like they're burning into me. His lips curl into a smile, his dimple growing on his left cheek. I swear my heart flip-flops in my chest. I shouldn't have feelings for this man. I'm supposed to be getting married but fuck, how can I not have feelings for a man who's only job tonight is to please me especially when he's the hottest man I've ever seen and when his body and dick are literally calling my name? If we were alone we definitely wouldn't be eye-fucking each other, I know that much.

With his long muscular arms, he reaches out and lifts me up over his shoulder with ease, cave man style and brings me over to the recliner on the other side of Dormé's large living room. The ladies follow us over and continue throwing money at him while their catcalls and yelling get incessantly louder, as if they're not already loud enough. He sits me down on the recliner and smiles at me as he jumps up on the recliner almost knocking us over but managing not too and he gets as low to me as he can, so close I can feel his body heat and he begins to dance. For a man so large, I wouldn't expect him to be able to dance the way he does but he can most definitely dance. His movements are graceful and very intimate, with his dick swinging very close to my face and I reach out and rub my hands up and down his immaculate body again. Anything to keep the things I'd like to do to him out of my mind or I'll cancel the wedding and run off with this hunk of a man.

I'm sure I'd enjoy it too. Sex with this man would have to be incredible.

The recliner rocks under us as he keeps his balance and dances closer and closer to me. So close that he's rubbing his hot as fuck body against mine in a way that's definitely turning me on, well turning me on even more since I'm already turned on. His dick brushes against my breasts, I'm sure it was on purpose and I feel my breasts swell, nipples harden and start to feel more slick between my thighs. The effect this man has on me is like no other. I've never been as turned on or as flustered or as sexually frustrated as I am right now. He must know the effect he has on me for he dips lower and brushes his sweaty face against mine, close enough for the sweat dripping down his face to rub off onto mine.

"You like that?" He whispers low enough for only me to hear. His darkened eyes lock onto mine and he jumps off the recliner and lands back on his feet without even missing a beat.

My eyes stay locked on his the whole time, his eyes captivating mine in a way no one elses ever has. Everything about him seems to captivate me like nothing I've ever experienced before. This man is the devil reincarnate, he has to be with the way he's making me think, the way he's making me feel.

"I'll take that as a yes." He says leaning close to me, continuing to give me a show. No one was ever willing enough to make me feel like this, that even in a room full of women, I have his full attention. I wonder if that is just him doing his job or if those lust-filled eyes want to do to me what I want to do to him.

Smiling up at him, I nod. "Then you'd be correct," I say just as low back to him. He grins a devilish grin and turns around, bends over and rubs his ass up against me. Normally, I'd be offended by such a thing or turned off but his ass is just as immaculate as the rest of him. I don't know what he does to keep his body in such great shape but I am definitely enjoying his effort. Having never done this before, I smile mischievously and slap his ass. The ladies around me love that, all of them knowing that I wouldn't normally do something like that, not even with just me and Rush alone. There are things I'm shy about, sex is one of them. I'm not exactly shy about sex but I don't like to talk about it with them and I definitely don't normally do this but something about this sexy stranger makes me want too.

He grins back at me, grinding his ass against me some more and I slap his ass again. His ass jiggles just slightly but with the musculature of it, its just as firm as the rest of him. "Go Padmé! Go Padmé!" The ladies chant enjoying watching me come out of my shell, I enjoy it too and I've only had one beer and not even the full bottle of it.

The sexy stranger turns around and faces me, he spreads my legs apart with one of his knees and runs his large calloused hands up and down my soft hairless legs. There are things I'd like him to do to me from down there as he drops down to his knees and looks at me with those devilish eyes but he just stands back up, teasing me. "You'd like me to do that, wouldn't you?" He asks, in that same voice full of sex. "That'd make the both of us," he winks at me and moves down me giving me a perfect view of his sculpture-perfect body. "Any special requests, Padmé? Any desires... you'd like me to bring to life tonight?"

Where do I start? None of those though are appropriate or things I'd like to do with a room full of my friends and colleagues. I'd never live it down, none of them really like Rush either and would probably rather see me with this very handsome stranger. Not able to come up with anything other than the obvious, I shake my head. "Just a... lap dance." He grins down at me, his hot breath tickling my throat.

"Your wish is my... command." He says, waggling his beautiful dark blond eyebrows at me and then walks off to the kitchen and comes back with a sturdy tall kitchen chair. He nods to it and I stand up and take a seat, feeling my face redden at what's about to happen. "Relax, it's just you and... me." Nothing about his words make me want to relax, it only makes my heart hammer against my rib cage, my breathing pick up and making me wetter than I've ever been before, nothing about that is relaxing. Perhaps if were alone but even with his words, of me just concentrating on him, I still know we're not alone.

My eyes stay locked on him as he walks away from me, giving me a beautiful view of his fine ass as he goes. Then he turns around, giving me a better view of that big dick barely hidden behind the cloth of his thong. He waggles his eyebrows at me and grins as he approaches, he walks with confidence but with a movement that makes him look like he's done this a million times. It wouldn't surprise me if he did and for some reason, that makes me a little jealous. I have no right to be, Dormé hired him to entertain me and us tonight and he's just doing his job but something like this just feels intimate... it feels weird knowing that this is just his job and not something more.

Something that I'd like it to be, except knowing that he is not the man I am going to marry and just because this man is extremely good looking, has a very, very nice package and is more than likely very good in bed, that doesn't mean that we'd actually get along or that we'd be compatible.

No matter how much I'd like us to be.

Shaking off my errant thoughts, I continue to watch him approach me. His strong masculine breasts rise and fall in a sexy, masculine way as he struts closer and closer until he's standing right before me. His eyes look me up and down, his gaze penetrating my veneer like he's able to see right through my clothes and skin. He looks up at my face and his eyes lock onto mine, his lips curl upwards and then he's walking around my chair- slowly, meticulously. His hand grazes my shoulder sending tremors right down to my core and those thoughts come flooding right back into my mind.

I can imagine him on his knees before me like he was earlier on the recliner and him stripping me naked until I am sitting before him bare. His strong muscular hands squeeze my breasts, making me moan and arch my back in pleasure. He takes one of my nipples in his hot mouth, flicks it with his tongue and sucks it making me moan. One of his hands travel down to where I want him to be and he brushes his fingers across my folds. I'm wet and hot down there wanting nothing more than his fingers inside me, his big, hard dick inside me filling me up to the brim. He puts his finger in his mouth making it wet, making me want to suck his finger. He slides his finger across my folds again and then slowly enters, feeling his way around my sex, getting to know it, me. His thumb grazes my clit, the sudden contact making me gasp and arch my hips. He smiles his perfect smile at how he makes me feel and his thumb rubs circles around my clit as his finger fucks me, faster and faster. I moan, pant, scream until my body quakes and my milky juices squirt out of me.

I blink, coming back to the present. He's standing before me and looking down at me in curiosity, like he saw my faraway gaze and was wondering where I just was. My face heats at what he'd think if he knew where my mind was and smile, coyly. I think I'd know exactly what he'd think, unless he looks at every... client, like he does me which is definitely possible.

That thought makes me... suddenly, depressed. I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way, especially knowing that there's a good chance that we won't be seeing each other after he leaves and I am supposed to be getting married next week. Maybe my problem isn't with this sexy hunk of a man but my own doubts of actually marrying Rush. Maybe I'm making a mistake...

"Are you with me, Padmé?" The sexy hunk of a man asks, looking down at me with light blue eyes. The darkened lust-filled look gone. Maybe he truly does care. Maybe I am special to him and not just another client. That thought fills me up with warmth, love, hope. "I'm not boring you, am I? I mean-I can-"

I stop his stuttering with a raise of my dark eyebrow. "It's not you. It's just the pre-wedding jitters getting to me is all." It may not exactly be the truth but I can't tell him what I was really thinking. "You're perfect, absolutely perfect."

He nods, grinning wide at me and continues giving me his full undivided attention. Like I'm the only woman in the world. He takes my hands in his and rubs them up and down his body. "Touch me, Padmé. Enjoy yourself, enjoy my body." His eyes darken again as he talks dirty to me and I know mine do too. "Don't be shy, not with me." His words have a way of penetrating and reaching inside me to pull out someone I'm normally not.

I do as he says and feel his incredible abdominal muscles under my hands and run my hands up and down his body, getting to know him just like I'd like him to know me. He moves his body around under my hands as he continues to dance and occasionally grabs them and guides them to somewhere new. Then he waggles his eyebrows in a mischievous way and lifts me back up and brings me back to the recliner where he straddles me.

"I didn't want to crush you," he whispers into my ear, seductively. "This recliner serves my purposes much better for this." He says in that pure sex voice of his that sends shivers down my spine and heat right down to my core and I'm sure he knows of his effect on me. "Touch me Padmé, keep rubbing me up and down with your sweet soft hands."

How could I refuse that? I can't and do as he demands, making him feel good and making me feel incredible. He moves his hips around me, rubbing his hard dick around my abdomen and chest, breasts. He sits down on me, his dick pressing into my lower abdomen as he does and he continues to move his hips and body around mine. Feeling bold by his body on mine and the way he's talking to me, touching me, I reach down and squeeze my hand around his dick.

He arches his hips into my abdomen and gasps, "fuck!" He curses, his eyes closing shut and head falling back. "You-you can't do that! You have no idea what you're doing to me, Padmé." I can't help but grin at his frustration, now he knows how he's making me feel and I tell him so. He laughs, his chest rumbling, his whole body shaking. "Pay back, is it? Two can play at that." Those words don't sound very reassuring but I'm suddenly curious as to what he'll do.

Then I learn and am regretting my decision to be bold. He grins at me and slides his hands up and down my body, his hands moving lower and lower until they're brushing my thighs and moving in such a way that makes me moan. His hands are exactly as I imagined them to be in my imagination earlier. Strong, muscular, calloused hands tracing patterns along my skin and then he moves his hands closer and closer to where my imagination was and he grins even more feeling me shake under him and quietly curse under my breath so the others around us can't hear me.

"We can always go a step further, just not in front of a crowd." He looks around, then leans down closer to me. His hot breath tickling my ear. "Though, I'm not entirely opposed to that." Pinching his leg at his teasing, he hisses and laughs again. "Let me finish giving you a lap dance and if you want to get a room..." He waggles his eyebrows again and continues until he's done. Leaving me more and more sexually frustrated as he thrusted his hips against mine, moved his head closer to me, breathing his hot breath on my neck and giving me another view of his fine ass with only the tight little string between his strong muscled and tanned cheeks.

I stay sitting here, several minutes afterwards and he entertains the other women. They're getting their own private lap dances, feeling him up and down like he's a piece of meat and the look on his face, was nothing like it was for me. Though he does flash them his signature grin, showing off his perfect, straight white teeth, his grin doesn't grow as wide as when he was dancing for me. Everything about this man is perfect, I just wish I met him sooner. Maybe before Rush, I have no doubt that he can make me feel much more incredible than Rush ever could. But can I really end our relationship when our wedding is just next week all because of a mind-blowing lap dance and a pretty face... and immaculate body.

Then there's his voice, his hands, his eyes, his hair, his eyebrows, his smile and his laugh.

Then... his dick, which was incredibly hard and big against me the whole time.

Everything about the man is just amazing, mind-blowing even.

I just can't wonder what life would be like with him, over Rush. Then I hear myself think that and realize that I don't even know his name, his day job- I doubt this is his only job, his age- maybe in his lower to mid-twenties and just about everything else that happens inside that amazing body and head of his.

I don't even know if he likes me, his words suggested that he'd like to fuck me, like I'd like to fuck him but is that all he'd like to do to- with me? Does he already have a girlfriend?

Sighing, I push these thoughts out of my head. Its his job to entertain, to make women feel like this and that is all I am to him. I'm getting married to Rush and that is that.

Or is it?

These thoughts in my head, even if it isn't the sexy stranger do bring into question how I truly feel about Rush. Rush is a good man, sure but do I see myself being with him for the rest of my life? Having children with him? Having that happy family that I always envisioned? Are these thoughts just pre-wedding jitters that every bride-to-be have or are these thoughts my subconscious mind telling me to end things with Rush now before realizing my mistake later and having to go through with the process of a divorce?

Funny how a pretty face and an amazing body bring these thoughts to the front of my mind. If I'm being honest with myself, I knew for some time and even talked to Sola and my mom about them. They thought it could be pre-wedding jitters too but they also told me to really think things over before I say 'I do' or preferably before our wedding even takes place. Dad agreed, he likes Rush like mom and Sola but they also ask a lot of questions about whether or not I'm truly happy with him.

Why would they ask me that? Do they see things that I don't? Or at least that I didn't until now? Maybe I'm just overthinking things but these are questions and thoughts that I definitely need to talk about with my friends and family before Rush and I marry.

The ladies whining has me looking up and I see Anakin dressing back in his uniform and buckling the duty belt back around his waist with pockets full of money. I smile, he definitely made a lot tonight and I'm sure, no matter where he goes, he always makes money like that. That's probably why he does it, to show off his incredible body and dance moves in front of swooning women and leaves with a whole load of money.

His eyes rest on mine after his duty belt is in place and he struts over to me, all confident like he did before he gave me the lap dance of my life, the only lap dance of my life. His body so big and powerful, yet the way he straddled and sat on me was like he was aware of how big and strong he was in comparison and didn't want to accidentally hurt me. It's endearing, really.

"Hey," he says to me in that low, husky voice, taking a seat in the kitchen chair still next to the recliner. "I was serious about my offer, you know in case your marriage doesn't work out or if you ever... y'know, want to talk sometime." He scratches the back of his neck nervously and hands me a business card with his information on it. "My cell phone number is there on the bottom, if you ever want a private lap dance, you know who to call." He waggles his eyebrows to me in that sexy way he does and he takes my hand in his and kisses the back of it. "It was nice meeting you, Padmé."

He doesn't wait for an answer, he just stands back up and struts out of the house after saying bye to the ladies and thanking Dormé for hiring him tonight and he tells her if she ever needs another male entertainer, stripper really, she knows who to call and he makes sure to take his hat too.

Feeling the business card still in my hand, I look for his cell phone number first on the bottom and then look at it and notice it doesn't say anything about what he did tonight. Rather it's the business card he uses for his day job and his day job doesn't surprise me in the least.

"Anakin Skywalker. Real Estate Agent."

The blue eyed, dark blond haired sexy stranger that I'd most definitely like to fuck me.

A/N: How did you guys/gals like this story? I wrote it all yesterday, I just woke up with the idea in my mind for some reason, pulled out my iPhone and pulled up the FanFiction app to start writing it. I ended up writing over two thousand words and then wrote the rest later on last night and revised it.

I guess Magic Mike had some inspiration in this (even if I hadn't watched that movie since the first time I watched it), in the male stripper sense but this isn't no Magic Mike even if that is who Anakin is a lot like here.

I already wrote chapter two, I was actually up late last night writing it and just finished early this morning. I'm sure you'll like it and I'll post it over the weekend, more than likely (possibly before though). I'm on a roll with this story and have the whole plot and backstory already rolled out. I just don't want to release the next chapter before I have the chapter after that written.

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