Author's Note: I want to thank all of you for following, favoriting and reviewing my story! I don't feel like boring you with a long author's note so I saved it for the end, well it's not long but it's long enough. Anyway, here's chapter two in Anakin's pov and this begins immediately following chapter one. I hope you enjoy!

Bachelorette Party: Chapter Two

Anakin Skywalker

Leaving my client's house for the night, I walk to my Ford F-150 in the driveway and hop in. Once inside, I see the beautiful bride-to-be flash before my eyes and can't seem to get her beautiful image out of my head even when I was grinding on her friends, all I saw was her. Pushing the engine on button, my truck comes to life under me and I back out of the driveway and begin driving home.

Padmé, she was easily the hottest woman that I've ever seen before. If she wasn't getting married just next week I would've been more forward, pressed my lips against hers, shoved my dick - which she seemed to enjoy - closer to her face, rubbed it along her sweet wet pussy - even if she was still wearing her pretty little short skirt - until she couldn't stop thinking about anything except me- inside of her and I know I would've enjoyed every second of it and she would've too.

There have been many women that I've entertained since I've began stripping but there haven't been any women quite like her. She was so uncomfortable and clueless that it was cute. It was nice seeing her come out of her comfort zone, out of her shell, that's one thing I like about doing what I do. I love dancing, love women, love showing off my body and making the women feel good. Why not make some money while doing what I love? Stripping for a living with a face and body like mine, might be fun and exciting, something that I love to do but it isn't what I see myself doing forever. Neither is selling houses, even if it brings in a pretty nice income but both are just stepping stones to bring me where I want to be and that is eventually starting my own business.

What type of business? More like an empire, besides my hobbies of dancing, entertaining women and selling houses, I'm pretty good at fixing and building things with my bare hands. Mom used to get pretty upset at me when I'd take things apart, like the toaster, microwave, the TV and forget to put them back together again which wasn't often but did happen. So long as I remembered, she usually didn't mind and let me have my fun. She could always see that I enjoyed taking things apart, fixing them and then rebuilding them or building them from scratch and making them better than they were before. She was the one who recommended that I study mechanical engineering in college and would've but even with my partial scholarship, I still didn't have the money and couldn't afford to go.

That's actually when I went into stripping. Dancing is something I've always done, longer than I've been a self-proclaimed engineer and I was always quite good at it. Los Angeles is full of people who want to be actors and entertainers but I was never like them. I didn't want to be famous or on the big screen but LA is known for more than just being the capital of the world for the acting business and I was discovered just walking down Hollywood Boulevard.

An auburn haired man approached me one day and just asked me questions about myself and what my plans for the future were. I told him my dilemma about college and my lack of money to go and that's when he told me about the world of male stripping. As it turned out, he owned his own male strip club in Hollywood but to work there, you had to be twenty-one because of alcohol and the laws in the state- I was only eighteen. However, he told me about private parties and hooked me up, I'd be an independent contractor for him and he set me up with these gigs through his club.

I fell in love with it and made more money in just one night than I made in over two months working as a sales clerk at the clothing store that I worked at- at the time. The day after my first night stripping, I quit my job at the clothing store and started doing this full-time for a while, making more money than I knew what to do with and my mom definitely began to take notice. Especially when she walked into my bedroom on me wearing a male thong practicing my lap dancing... that was embarrassing and that's when I told her what I'd been doing.

She was relieved it wasn't anything illegal but not exactly happy about it either. But she said that I was a grown man and capable of making my own decisions, she voiced her opinion but left me to choose my own path in life and I continued doing what I was doing until I had my own client base and word of mouth was spreading about me like a wildfire and then I started doing this on my own. I started my... entertaining, as my own registered business to make it legal, this isn't exactly the kind of company that I want to be associated with my eventual business empire but it is a start.

I made enough from my stripping to afford to go to college and paid my own way through and also took classes in becoming a real estate agent and got my license when I finished the class and passed the state test. I thought it'd be fun and help me rake in some extra dough and that dough accumulated into quite a healthy bank account between both jobs. I ended up becoming so busy between both jobs that I dropped out of college and kept pursuing them.

I'm twenty-three years old now and don't regret a thing. I make my a whole lot of money and work when I please but that doesn't mean that I have no ambitions or goal in life besides my eventual business empire. Life is constantly about pushing yourself, striving to be better and I'll keep doing that. Skywalker's never had an easy life after all, my mother gave birth to me at just seventeen years old, her parents disowned her when she refused to have an abortion and they kicked her out with just the clothes on her back. She used the little money she had in her pocket to buy a bus ticket to LA and worked three jobs to support us, there were days that I wouldn't even see her but I knew that was because of how hard she worked to put clothes on my back, food on the table and to keep a roof over our heads. How could I begrudge her for that? She sacrificed everything because she wouldn't give me up and here I am.

She may have... passed away a few years ago to breast cancer and there may have been days when I just wanted to breakdown and quit. But I couldn't. My mother raised me to never give up and my life isn't so bad but what do I have to show for it? Money? My own nice apartment? A nice brand new truck? Those are all possessions, material things. Besides those I have nothing to show for all of my hard work.

Just my two jobs.

I have no girlfriend, no wife and no kids.

It's just me.

Then I laid my eyes on that gorgeous brown eyed bride-to-be and think of what my life could be. She may be getting married and having that perfect little family and life I'm sure she always dreamed about and I can have that too. She may be taken but that doesn't mean that my woman isn't out there somewhere waiting for me to walk into her life and give her the best lap dance she ever experienced. Even Padmé didn't experience my best but that is because there was a group of women around us, my best lap dance is definitely much more... intimate and private than I'd be willing to do in front of a group of women. Not that I never had sex with a woman in front of other women before but those were never bachelorette parties and surely never in front of a crowd like tonight. I tend not to do that though, I prefer only fucking women in private, just the two of us without any prying eyes.

Or the three of us, in the case of a threesome. Even those are rare but do happen every now and again.

Women seem to love my face and body, the two reasons why I've been such a success in the world of stripping and real estate. And I know just how to use them to my advantage while making sure everyone leaves satisfied, to the best of my ability.

I'm sure I did that for Padmé and her friends, though more for Padmé than her friends. I honestly couldn't believe I performed as well as I did for her. She took my breath away just when she opened that front door, nevermind when I was pulling her flush up against me with my belt and grinding my hips against hers and I felt her soaking wet between her thighs, begging me for more and I gave her more.

I would never try to steal a woman from another man, especially a week before her wedding but I never felt the way I did when I was with her, performing for her, imagining myself doing things to her and her doing things to me. I'm sure she was thinking of that too, I saw her faraway look when I was in the beginning stages of my lap dance. Then that sexy coy smile she gave me, I'm sure she was imagining do things to me too, probably related to when I was on my knees before her, teasing her before I stood back up.

That was so fucking hard to do. I just wanted to pull her skirt and panties down around her ankles and bury my face in between her slender thighs. Lick my way across her slick folds, feel her wetness on my tongue before entering her sweet-as-fuck pussy. I smelled her arousal, she smelled of pure lust, pure sex and I wanted to give it all to her. To suck her sweet clit with my lips as my tongue lapped up every inch of her up and fucked her pussy until she came into my mouth. I can already taste her sweet milky juices on my tongue and fuck!

I pull over to an empty commercial parking lot that I shouldn't even be in and cut off my lights. My dick is throbbing painfully in my pants and I remove the duty belt, throw it on the floor in the backseat and then my belt and throw that back there too and then unbutton and unzip my pants and pull them down until their around my ankles. My dick is hard inside my thong and my thong's doing nothing to hide my dick's thick, throbbing need. I pull my thong down to my knees and squeeze my dick, giving it some relief.

Hissing at the contact, I stroke my hand up and down my dick, going faster and faster, closing my eyes and imagining instead of my hand that I'm with Padmé and that she's lying on my king sized bed at home, looking at me with her beautiful chocolate brown eyes and lying next to me naked. She sees my throbbing need and smiles that sexy-as-fuck coy smile of hers showing off her perfect white teeth, her full succulent pink lips and she slides down the bed and grabs my dick like she did earlier tonight and she runs her soft tender hand up and down my dick like she was up and down my body. She sees the effect she has on me and is feeling bold by what's she doing to me and she increases the speed, before putting her other hand around me and strokes me up and down, faster and faster and-

"Fuck!" I'm coming all over my uniform shirt that I forgot to remove and don't even care. My head sinks back against the headrest and my manly juices continue spurting out of me, staining my black uniform shirt white. Sweat beads down my forehead and face and I don't even make an effort to brush the sweat off. I never felt this way about a woman before, sure I've had a couple pretty serious relationships but they never made me feel the way Padmé did just by looking at me, just by talking in her sweet angelic tone and definitely not by running her sweet, soft hands up and down my body like she never felt a man's body before. I just hope that I left an impression on her like she did on me.

After a couple of minutes of panting and feeling satisfied enough, I reach for a rag in the backseat and clean myself up. Unbuttoning my shirt, I throw it in the backseat and pull my thong and pants back up, turn my lights back on and continue my drive home.

Thankfully the LAPD didn't roll up on me, that would've been embarrassing. Much more so than when mom walked in on me. At least she didn't see me naked or masturbating to the memory of that beautiful bride-to-be.

Ten minutes later and I pull into the parking lot, turn my truck off and walk into my apartment complex, shirtless. I encounter nobody on my way up to my apartment and am thankful as fuck for it. Sure I'm only shirtless but I'm sure they can guess what I've been doing. My hair is damp, sweat is still running down my face and body and I'm sure they can see the shame running across my face from what I've just done. I totally defiled that sweet, beautiful, innocent angel with my thoughts and actions, sure she may take a step onto my side every now and again, like she did tonight but that woman deserves the world. She deserves to be happy and if she's happy with her husband-to-be then I'm happy for her.

Its not like I can do anything anyway. I left before she could even say goodbye, I didn't want to hear those words come from her pretty mouth which is why I didn't say them either. It would seem too final and I didn't want to believe that that's the last I'd see of her. That is why I gave her my day jobs business card, to show her that I'm not just a male stripper, to show her that I do have a job besides dancing practically naked for women.

She probably thinks I'm a man whore or something and well, she'd be right I am but that's only because I haven't met the woman that would make me stop wanting another. That's because I haven't met her until tonight and if she was mine then I'd be totally satisfied and wouldn't want anyone else. After all, how can any woman possibly compare to Padmé?! It'd be impossibly hard and that is why I gave her my number.

Maybe she'll just want to buy a house and use me as her realtor or maybe she won't go through with her marriage. She didn't look very happy about it when I noticed her faraway gaze, she said it had to do with pre-wedding jitters and that's to be expected, its a big commitment but I don't know anything about her relationship. She may be happy and just nervous or maybe she just didn't meet anyone quite like me before and I don't mean a male stripper, I mean me. I saw the way she looked at me even before she knew I was a stripper and she looked like she wanted me.

Maybe her man doesn't satisfy her the way she desires, the way I made her feel by barely touching her. There are too many possibilities, I do hope she gets the happiness she deserves but the selfish parts of me hopes that that happiness she deserves is a life with me. We may not know each other, other than our names and for her- my body and good looks, for me- her gorgeous-as-fuck body that I know was hidden beneath her short skirt and shirt but that doesn't mean we weren't meant to be together.

Mom used to tell me that when you meet the one your supposed to be with, you'll know. Like love at first sight and I was sure I was knocking on the gates of heaven when she answered the door but my ego wouldn't allow me to make a fool of myself and I quickly pulled myself together as best I could just to keep her from seeing my heart pounding against my ribs, my pulse racing faster than the speed of light and my dick that was quickly growing as hard as a rock.

I'm pretty sure that was love at first sight but that doesn't mean she felt the same way, even if I know she did. I felt her heart trying to break free of her ribs too when I was giving her a lap dance, I felt her pulse race when I held her hands in mine and I could smell as well as feel her wetness even through her skirt, I'm surprised there wasn't a puddle forming down there with how wet she was.

But none of that matters. The ball is solely in her court, only she can make the next move and the only thing I can do is hope that move involves me but if it doesn't then I need to push her from my mind and continue on as I always do. I'm not about to let what-ifs or a gorgeous-as-fuck woman keep me from moving on with my life. If we weren't meant to be then my woman is still out there searching for me and me for her.

Reaching my apartment, I unlock my door and step inside. "Hey, Shorty," I say to my fat little tan and white French Bulldog. He's only three years old and full of excitement and energy but man does he snore like a fucking pig. It's a good thing he doesn't sleep in my room with me or I'd never sleep but that is why I got him his own doggy bed that he loves and he sleeps on it in the parlor. I kneel down and pet him for a few minutes, then refill his bowl and give him some fresh water before walking into my large square shape bedroom, turn the lights on and undress.

Throwing my pants, thong and socks in the hamper, I walk into my bathroom, turn the light on, start the shower and then go to the bathroom before finally stepping into the steaming warm shower. The water washes over me, washing away the sin of my earlier deed in my truck and I make sure my body is nice and clean, hair shampooed and conditioned and then turn it off, step out, dry off, throw the dirty towel in the hamper, brush my teeth and walk back into my bedroom still buck ass naked.

I lay down in my big king size bed and throw the big warm blanket over me, the air conditioner is blowing its cold air my way and I listen to the sound of the AC and fall asleep to it and to the beautiful image of Padmé with my hand resting on my semi-hard dick.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter from Anakin's pov. I like the dual point of views and how it shows how both main characters feel and their thoughts on certain things. Padmé is a woman who's undecided about her future with her husband-to-be, it isn't necessarily because of Anakin but he does make her see what she's been realizing over the last few months. What if her and Rush aren't meant to be? And then there's Anakin who is single, young and looking for a good time but then he meets Padmé and she changes his life from the moment he first laid eyes on her and makes him question what he's going to do with his life...

I also hope you liked that scene in Anakin's truck. I was going to wait until he got home before doing that scene but it seemed right for him to do it in the truck in a parking lot where he could always be stopped by the LAPD as a suspicious vehicle. I was also thinking of doing just that but decided against it. It would be quite embarrassing and funny at the same time, just not for Anakin.

You may also be wondering why I made him a real estate agent and the simple reason for that is because in every modern AU I've read he's usually always either a mechanic or something related and those wouldn't work here. Instead I decided to make him work with something that would fit this Anakin and a real estate agent seemed to fit. A hot real estate agent by day and a hot male stripper by night. Maybe not someone you want to bring home to your parents but then again, they wouldn't have to know about his night job...

I'm still writing chapter three and will post it next week sometime, it'll be in Padmé's pov and will take place the day after her bachelorette party where she will have some soul searching to do...

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you haven't already, please be sure to follow, favorite and review! Thanks so much for reading!