A/N: I'm back, bitches! That's right, you read correctly. It's me Shutterbug Mom. So, here I am. Trying to post this friggin story...AGAIN. Here's hoping it keeps this time. *glares at FF*


"You've got to be out of your mind!" Catherine Chandler stared at her best friend, Heather, and wondered if the crazy scheme she just heard had actually come from her friend, or if she had hallucinated.

"Please, Cat! You're the only person I could ask to do this-"

"Wait a minute. Let me see if I can wrap my brain around this." Cat said, furiously pacing the bedroom they were supposed to be sharing. "You and Evan are getting married tomorrow, but instead of having a kick ass bachelorette party with the girls, you want me to crash Evan's bachelor party, in disguise, and make sure he doesn't screw any of the strippers?"

Heather nodded. "Help me, Obi-Wan, you're my only hope."

"And what are going to tell people about why I am not there? Tess and Brooke are seriously pissed at me as it is. They wanted me to fly in last week!" Cat asked incredulously.

Heather looked please that Cat had asked. "Oh, that's easy. Because of that huge storm last night, you had to land in Newark instead of JFK."

Catherine gaped at Heather. "This is crazy! Are you seriously considering getting married tomorrow afternoon to a man you don't trust?!"

"I trust Evan," Heather said, sitting back on the bed, propping herself up with pillows. "I just know that Evan is a man."

"Meaning…?"

"You know the old joke, about a man having a brain and a penis, and only enough blood …"

Cat laughed, "To run one at a time. And when the blood goes to the penis…."

"There goes the brain!" Heather finished.

Cat walked to the windows to stare outside. Christmas lights adorned the trees the trees in front of Heather's mothers home. She loved Christmas lights.

As Cat stared at the lights, she thought of how weary she was. She'd flown in late from San Francisco, just missing the rehearsal dinner earlier this evening, but arrived in plenty of time to be in the actual wedding. Tomorrow was the big day. Two o'clock pm was the magic hour. And she was the maid of honor.

Cat had attended college with Heather, and Heather had been as shy then as Catherine had been outgoing. As room-mates, they had become fast friends, and stayed that way over the years. Now, on the evening before the happiest night of Heather's life, she was scared shitless that Evan would be tempted to cheat on her.

Catherine rubbed her temples. She was starting to get a headache, and that was NEVER a good thing. "You know, if it wasn't for that bastard Josh, you would be fine right now."

Heather sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I know, I know."

Already knowing she was going to say yes, Cat released a gigantic sigh, saying, "All right. What do I need to do?"

Heather bolted upright. "Okay, Evan knows you are going to be in the wedding tomorrow, but he's never met you, so he won't recognize you. Plus, you'll be in disguise. I also found out where the party is tonight. It is over in The Bowery, at Vincent's house. He is Evan's best man. I was hoping you could go over there and come back when you find…"

"That there is nothing going on."

"Right," Heather sucked in a deep breath and blurted everything out at once, "Iwashopingyouwouldpretendtob eoneofthestrippers."

"WHAT!?"

"Well, I mean, you ARE a dancer. And it is not like you're modest. After all, I saw the performance your troupe did with the blue body paint and naught else. So, uh, I didn't think it would be that, um, difficult for you." Heather was pulling out all the stops, including crying, and Cat couldn't stand to see her best friend cry.

"But what if the worst happens? Do you really want to know? Is your love for Evan deep enough to withstand something like this? Or, are you going to call off the wedding?"

Heather chewed her lip, and steeled herself to answer. "Yes, I really want to know. Yes, I would call off the wedding. And if Evan can debase himself by cheating on me with the entertainment, then no, my love will not be deep enough. You know I can't get burned again like Josh burned me."

"Fucking Josh Farrell! OK, let's see Evan's picture again."

"I knew I could count on you!"

Later that evening, Catherine walked down Vincent's street, hoping that no-one was staring. She wore thigh-high black boots, tight black leather skirt, black chemise, and a matching black leather trench coat. Her make-up was heavily applied, with bright red lipstick. On her head, she wore a platinum wig, styled short and bobbed. It was the total opposite of long, straigh, naturally deep brown hair. The last thing that Catherine wanted was to get recognized at the altar tomorrow.

It wasn't every day that your maid of honor was also a spy.

It wasn't that hard to find Vincent's house. First, there were cars parked everywhere. Second, was the heavy bass of music floating out into the night.

Thirdly, was the group of women huddled on the side of the house, arguing.

Catherine decided to jump in feet first. "Hey, you guys here for the party?"

The three women turned to look at the newcomer with something close to fear in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked, moving closer.

"One of our girls couldn't make it. She got food poisoning from a bad taco."

Catherine grimaced.

"We think the guy that hired is gonna get mad. He insisted on four girls."

"What do you have to do?" Catherine thought she should know where they draw the line at.

"Just Vicky Secret's stuff. Strip to underwear, flirt with the groom. The guy who hired us wanted to be tame, but intriguing."

"So, nothing kinky, no girl on girl?" Catherine mused aloud. "You know, I think I can help you girls out!"

"How?"

Cat explained how Heather had been burned in the past and was sent to spy on Evan. How she could help, being a dancer and all. They asked her if she was comfortable in her underwear. She briefly talked about her dance troupe, Emotion in Motion.

"Yeah, but can you dance sexy?"

Deciding to go for broke, Catherine swept her trench coat off, snapped her fingers, then began to groove to the beat coming from Vincent's house behind them.

"Wow, those are some great moves! All right, you can come with. Just stick close to me and let me know if any of the guys try anything funny."