"One on the house girls!" the bar tender said as we drowned another shot of tequila.
"Esme, I can't believe this is your last day as a free woman." Alice squealed shooting down the shot, we were at a bar in Vegas.
"Wait till you meet him." Esme said. None of had even met the guy our best friend was going to marry. We had done a background check on him.
He was a doctor at a private firm, handsome, blonde, blue eyes, and exact opposite of her ex. Charles Evenson was a shabby drug-lord. He was abusive and hurt her in a very bad way. She lost her unborn baby because he used to hit her.
All of us had some or the other past. My life was normal until I graduated high school when a diner got blown to pieces with my parents and some other people in it. Charlie and Renee weren't the most perfect people on this planet but I loved them.
After what seemed like hundred shots, Rosie took Es to the suite we had booked. Ali had seen a guy and decided to go hit on him while I continued my shots. I needed to wind down. I had just gotten off work and needed a short break. The four of us worked at the G-Spot, not a prostitution related job. G is for girl. It is kind of a production house. Alice is the fashion design department owner, Rosalie is the owner of the modeling and was a model herself, Esme owned the interior designing department and I was the publishing house and library owner and I was a writer. We worked at the same place but had different professions.
"Hello beautiful." A velvety voice said beside me bringing me out of my musings.
I turned and saw the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. That was saying something considering the fact I had been around the world.
"Hi." I said meekly.
"Have we met before?" Mr. Dreamy said causing me to giggle like a fifteen year old. I was twenty-four for lord's sake!
"Jer, another one of what the lady is having. Make the two." He said to the bar tender.
The guy set two shots in front of us. I chugged one down now completely crossing my drinking limit and by the looks of it he was too. The speakers were thudding with music and I grabbed his hand.
We grinding and dry humped. This man was definitely hot and I could see the night being blissful.
"Let's get out of here." he whispered. There was no saying no to that. A fun night won't be too bad.
We drunkenly stumbled out the bar and walked to where he was staying. He suddenly stopped.
We entered Mandalay Bay, I wasn't staying here.
"Hello!" a middle aged lady said as we came up to the desk "How can I help you?"
"Hi." I giggled.
"We want get married." He said shocking me.
"Well dearies, which package do you want?" she asked showing us the plans. I chose the package because that just looked so tempting.
"An Opal Shore please." He said in a sweet drunken voice.
"But I don't have a dress!" I whined.
"What my girl want that she gets." He said.
"There is a boutique nearby!" I said.
"Well dearie I will have things ready by the time you get back." She said and I rushed out. He was already wearing a tux so he didn't have to buy something.
I looked around the best I could at my drunken state and found a beautiful dress, definitely something I'd call the perfect dress. It had a corset top with laced back with already tied ribbons and the front was what kept the thing together with the hooks. It had crystal Tulle embellished with glistening lace motifs falls over a fitted satin skirt, creating a dramatic and sexy silhouette. A satin band and bow featuring an elegant brooch adds a romantic accent at the empire waistline.
The lady helped in in the dress after I paid for it. I rushed back to the chapel and saw him at the altar. The reception lady handed me my bouquet and took some pictures. The pianist started playing the song and I walked down the aisle. The ceremony was short and sweet.
"Hello husband." I giggled.
"Hey wifey." He said groping my ass "You look sexy as hell. I can't wait get you out of it."
We started making out like crazy until the lady came back. She had a beautiful cake with her. It was in shape of a gift with blue ribbons. We cut the cake after the picture taking and they packed the rest for us. We then popped open a bottle of Champagne.
We danced under the chandelier to a beautiful song. We waited at the door for the lady to give us our things so we could head out.
"Here you go Mr. and Mrs. Masen. Your marriage certificate, a few photos and the video. You can collect the album. Your honeymoon sweet will be ready soon." The sweet lady said.
"That won't be necessary tonight. We'll be here tomorrow. So Mrs. Masen, let's go consummate this marriage." He whispered seductively into my ears slapping my ass and picked me up bridal style making me giggle.
We made our way up to his room with people giving us their congratulations.
This was so fun!
He used his key card to open the door and walked in. As soon as he put me down he started to unhook my dress and let it pool down on my feet. We attacked each other as clawed at his shirt after pushing the tux jacket off him.
We fell on the bed and continued our antics. He hooked his fingers around my panties and tore it. I fumbled with his belt trying to get it off.
I pushed his pants and boxer down at one go.
"God you're beautiful." He whispered into my ears. The night had taken an uneventful turn.
It was supposed to be Esme's last night as a free woman. It turned out to be mine too.
God knows what was to come in the morning, it was definitely a night to remember. I always did crazy stuff when I got drunk, guess now's not different.