A/N: My typical team of pervs seems to have abandoned me so Naelany stepped in to give this a look. Thanks, chicadee! OH, and tkegl made me the most UNFY banner. Check it out in my profile. It's tasty!
By the way... this chapter was going to be very different but Carlisle butted in. I'm not pleased with him. He's being unusually attention-whorey.
What they were doing was utterly ridiculous. Completely.
Bella couldn't stop blushing.
In the days since the party she had attended with her parents, she'd been pulled into a little group that included Jessica Stanley, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater, Angela Weber, and Tanya Ivanova. Jessica and Bella were the only ones still in high school. In fact, they were the only ones underage for what they were doing.
Jessica was beside herself with giddiness.
Apparently, this tiny town was home to the only male strip club in five cities. It was a favorite among the college girls. Rosalie had an in, and Jessica thought they were so grown up.
Bella mostly felt foolish.
She wondered vaguely if this was teenage rebellion hitting late. Her father would be beside himself with fury if he knew what she was doing, where she was.
Bella found herself looking down studiously in her attempt not to make eye contact with anyone. She was an adult, she reminded herself. Eighteen. Not a child. The only reason this was illegal was because it was also a club - alcohol aplenty was available.
Looking down turned out to be a bad idea seeing as she came face to face with someone's bulging package. She looked up quickly, into the eyes of a bemused waiter with a cocky grin on his face.
Bella's embarrassment was so loud, she didn't hear what the man said to her and then to the table. He was flirting, that much was obvious.
Drinks, right. He wanted to take their drink order.
The lights went down, and the room erupted into cheers.
A handsome blond man - older than most of the servers who were wandering around - stepped out onto stage. He was wearing a sleeveless black shirt, showing off well muscled arms. The neckline plunged, revealing the right amount of nicely chiseled chest.
He welcomed everyone and started to talk about a few rules only to be met with a good natured, collective boo from the audience. His expression was patient.
The lights changed, music came on - a fast number. Gyrating his hips to the sound, the blond man undid the buttons of his shirt, letting it fall away. The women holared.
"Do I have your attention now, ladies?" he asked, spreading his arms out and grinning alluringly.
He certainly did.
The man stepped out into the audience, and Bella almost jumped right out of her skin when he walked over to their table. His eyes lingered on her, but he must have seen her wild expression of panic because he turned instead to Tanya, holding out his hand. Rosalie hooted loudly, and Leah let out a, "Yeow!" as Tanya was led to the stage.
There, the blond man guided Tanya down onto a chair. He backed away from her, his body moving to the music. Tanya was looking him up and down like he was something to eat. He turned, bringing his truly magnificent ass into play.
"I want Tanya's life right now," Jessica moaned.
Rosalie smirked at her. "Carlisle is just the announcer, really. You haven't seen anything yet."
The blond man - Carlisle - was shaking his ass at Tanya, looking over his shoulder, nodding. Tanya's face lit up as she reached forward, but as she was about to touch, Carlisle shimmied away, wagging his finger at her. He turned to the audience and wagged his finger at everyone, his expression pointed.
Turning again, Carlisle thrust his hips at her in time to the music, his expression again inviting. Catching on quickly, Tanya stuck her hand out, this time reaching for his crotch. Grinning wickedly, Carlisle danced out of reach, wagging his finger at her in a 'no-no' movement, then at the audience again.
"I don't understand the rules!" Rosalie yelled. "Can I get some one on one time with the teacher?!"
Bella couldn't help but giggle, especially when Carlisle looked in their direction and winked.
In the meantime, Tanya had produced a crisp twenty dollar bill which she now waved and Carlisle. He spread his arms, his hips jutted out, offering her the ability to tuck the money into his pocket. This time, Tanya waggled her finger. Her eyes dropped down to his crotch and then back up, her expression challenging.
Carlisle put his hands to his button, pausing as the women in the audience went a little wild.
Even Bella was biting her lip, resisting the urge to cheer along with the audience when he dropped his pants, quickly moving to straddle Tanya on the chair, grinding in time with the music.
Tanya was ecstatic.
The rest of the audience didn't seem to mind either.
When the music cut off and Tanya was back in her seat, Carlisle grinned at them, hands on his hips as if he wasn't standing there in naught but his briefs. His "lesson" done, it was time for the real show.
The stage went dark, the audience was abuzz with anticipation.
Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" came on and the lights went up revealing six extraordinarily attractive men in smart looking business suits.
They started off dancing in synchronicity, squatting, pointing, strutting in time with the music and each other. The ladies were going wild.
It wasn't as though Bella was unaffected. Her throat was dry. She was a virgin. Carlisle's mostly naked body was the most she'd ever seen of a man, and now there were six men on stage.
They each got their moment, one of them strutting out while the rest of them remained in the background.
A generically handsome blond man with a boyishly rounded face and the more dangerous looking, long haired blond were the first, their smiles sly as they took off their ties, unbuttoned their shirts so they came open. Behind him, the others did the same, though with a little less flash.
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger
The lyrics belted out as the two blonds stepped back and another blond - another Bella recognized as one of the wait staff from the party - strutted out beside a man with longish brown hair and a scruffy beard. They let their shirts fall to the ground and ripped off - literally tore off - the wife beaters they wore underneath it.
They stepped back into line, and all of the men kicked their shoes off behind them.
The last two men stepped up - Emmett beside a man with darker skin and intense eyes.
Pants came off. The house went wild.
Getting into it in spite of herself, Bella screamed.
A/N: Whoo. So. No, Edward was not on stage... and you'll find out why... when he dances for us... tomorrow.
Damn Carlisle... taking off his pants in front of people. The boy has lost his head.
*whistles*
