Hi! We're back for another installment. Did you like the last one? I hope so.

This time the boys will be letting loose and having some fun. I love a carefree Emmett and Jasper!

Enjoy, my lovelies!

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Chapter 4

Jasper really wasn't all that excited about going to the strip club to start with. He was throwing stupid ass excuses around like, "We've been driving for two days and I'm tired," and, "You're going to blow all of your money on the first night."

I so graciously reminded him of the credit card my Dad gave us before we left and I put a stop to any further arguing by reminding him that this was our last hurrah. We needed to live a little!

"Besides," I'd told him. "We can sleep when we're dead."

Naturally, Jasper gave in. It's never really much of an argument. He's never been able to say no to me and actually stick to it. I guess I should feel bad about that.

I don't.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Jasper grumbled as he tucked his shirt in. I wanted to tell him that he looked nice in his black slacks and dark blue button up, but I was afraid he would just take it as me patronizing him and start another fight. That was happening way too much lately and I just wanted to have a good time tonight.

It was surprising that there was even a reason to wear something snazzy to a nudie bar but the place advertised itself as being classy. Good thing I actually brought some nicer clothes. Unfortunately, I suck at packing so the white dress shirt and grey pants I brought were wrinkled when I pulled them out of my suitcase.

Thank God for Jasper. The guy is ridiculously good at ironing. In like ten minutes, I was putting on a freshly pressed shirt and pair of pants. Normally I would've teased him about being so good at wifely duties but, again, I didn't want to start a fight. He was being so damned sensitive about everything lately…

Then again, it's just who I am; couldn't change it even if I wanted to. If I wasn't giving him a hard time, I wouldn't be doing my job to toughen that fucker up.

"Oh come on," I teased. "You know you're going to have a fucking awesome time." I looked at him and smiled. "You're going to get all the classy chicks. Just imagine it: diamond studded thongs and boobie tassels. Fuck, dude, I'm jealous."

"Fuck you asshole," he muttered and rolled his eyes as I laughed.

"I'm just messing with you, Jazz." I put my arm around him and smiled widely. "Now let's go stare at some tits and ass."

He managed a smile and we started to the door of our hotel room when I remembered something.

"Shit! Wait a sec," I said and grabbed my bag off the floor, placing it on the bed and unzipping the front pocket. "I had these made a few weeks before we left just in case we needed them for anything." I smiled triumphantly as I pulled the two fake ID's out of the pocket. We had to be 21 to get into the club we'd decided to go to.

4Play Gentleman's club…yeah, the name stood out the moment I saw it. It was upscale and interesting, promising to make such things as "pampering" and "luxury" a fact and not an option. Hell, as long as there was going to be naked beautiful women strutting around, I was good.

We took a cab to the club and got through the doorman embarrassingly easy. I thought I was going to have to slap the shit out of Jasper, though. He was biting on his lower lip and actually tapping his foot as the guy looked over our ID's. I shot him a look but it did absolutely nothing to calm his pansy ass down. Thankfully, Mr. Doorman didn't think anything of it and told us to go on in.

Once we got inside, I think both of us were in awe. Classy didn't really begin to describe it. It had this sort of old fashioned charm. Parts of it literally looked like it was from a speakeasy or something.

Don't laugh. I paid attention in history. So, yeah, I know what a speakeasy is…

Back to the club.

We sat at one of the small tables closest to the large stage in the middle of the room. Everything was fucking perfect. The waitresses were wearing skimpy little nighties, the tables were lit with small lamps, and the chairs were actual fucking leather and really comfortable.

"This place isn't half bad," Jasper commented.

"Fucking told you, dude. Best idea ever." I patted myself on the back and was surprised to hear a chuckle from Jasper rather than his normal sarcastic comment or name calling. It was so great to hear that laugh. I'd missed it.

"What?" Jasper asked; a hint of a smile still on his face.

"Nothing," I answered, pushing all thoughts of the past few weeks and the weeks that would follow when we got back home from my mind. "Now where the fuck are the ladies?"

As soon as those words left my mouth, the DJ turned down the song that was playing and introduced the next dancer. He said her name was Ashlynn but I didn't hear anything else after that. Instead, I proceeded to stare – stalker-style – at this girl. Beautiful definitely described her. Sexy could be added to the list as well. And erotic? I'd say, yeah.

Jasper had to turn around to see her because the dumb ass picked the seat facing away from the stage for some unknown reason. Once he caught sight of her, though, he was just as entranced as I was.

"Hey, you want to get closer?" I yelled over the music. I gestured to a couple of open seats at the stage.

"Um, maybe for the next one," he shouted back. "I want a drink first. You want something?"

"Yeah, get me a Rusty Nail." He nodded once and then headed towards the bar. I don't know why he didn't just wait until one of the waitress' came by. I'm sure they were making the rounds, but whatever.

I turned my attention back to the gorgeous woman who was currently topless on the stage. Her long wavy brown hair whipped from side to side as she shook her ass for the guy who was holding up a bunch of green bills. After he stuffed a few in her G string, she smiled at him and ran her hands down her body, squeezing her breasts on the way down.

Ashlynn had some fucking tremendous tits. It was a happy surprise since I'd always been told that strippers didn't have any boobs. That'll teach me to listen to Mike Newton. The douche bag probably never even went to a strip club anyway.

Our entertainer was just pulling that thong down when Jasper returned.

"Jesus, what a line," he was muttering. "Fucking ridiculous."

"Hey, buzz kill. Shut your mouth and take a look at the fucking Goddess taking her clothes off."

Jasper frowned but did as I asked. We stayed like that just staring at this woman until her dance was over. I made a mental note of her name so that I could ask for her when I was ready for a private dance. I was definitely going to get one of those while we were here…

The DJ started up another song and Jasper and I started on our drinks. My drink was nice and strong, just the way I liked it.

"So what did you think?" I asked my friend. He was being way too quiet.

"Of the girl?" He continued after I nodded. "She was hot." It wasn't the amount of enthusiasm I was going for so I decided to ruffle his feathers a bit.

"Hot?" I raised my eyebrows at him and smirked. "She's got to be the sexiest chick either one of us has ever been this close to and all you can say is 'she's hot'?"

His face turned red and he glared at me.

"Stop being such an ass, Em." He turned up the rest of his drink. "What do you want me to say? She's so fucking hot that my dick is hard from watching her? Would that be better?"

I had to laugh. I know it was a dick move but he made it too easy. He'd totally just yelled that his dick was hard in the middle of the club. People were staring. It was hilarious.

He kicked me under the table but it only made me laugh harder.

He growled in frustration and threw his hands up. I was finally quieted by the arrival of our waitress.

"I'm so glad to see the two of you having such a great time," she purred, leaning in close to Jasper and giving him the sexy eyes. He cleared his throat and forced a smile. The poor guy was so nervous. I shouldn't have done anything to make it worse…but I seriously couldn't help it.

"Oh yeah, he's having a fantastic time," I told her, pointing down towards my pants and cutting my eyes at Jasper.

"What the fuck, Emmett?" he hissed.

"Oh!" She glanced down at Jasper's pants and then smiled. "Well that's certainly not the first time that's ever happened, honey. You want me to get you a dance with Ashlynn? I'm sure she'd just love to. You're exactly her type."

"Just another whiskey soda please," he answered politely, attempting to hide the look of horror on his face.

"Rusty Nail for me, honey." I waited until she was gone to jump on Jasper. "What the fuck, dude?"

His eyes got wide and his mouth dropped open.

"Me? What the fuck?" he leaned forward and pointed at me. "You! What the fuck?"

"She was all but shoving your face in her tits, offering you a fucking dance and you just act like you're too good for it?" I rarely got so pissed at Jasper that I raised my voice but this time was an exception. All I'd been doing since we got to this city was try to have fun with my best friend. Either he started cooperating or I was seriously considering cutting this trip short. "What the hell is going on with you? You've been a complete asshole from the moment we got here. Did I do something to piss you off before tonight? I mean, I know I've been sort of a dick but I'm only fucking with you. You know that. But seriously, if I'm going too far, just tell me."

His eyes softened and he took a deep breath, briefly looking down at the table before looking back up at me.

"Dammit, Em, I'm sorry." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I have been acting like a fucking baby lately. It's not your fault and I swear from this moment on, there will be no more of it."

I looked at him skeptically and he laughed in return.

"You want to swear it in blood or something?" he joked.

"Hell no!" I finally smiled, deciding to take his word for it. "But you're on probation, fucker. I'm watching you." I held up both my index and middle fingers, bringing them in line with my eyes and then pointing them at him.

"Mmmm…I'd like to watch you two," the waitress commented as she placed our drinks in front of us.

Jasper and I just looked at each other, then at the waitress and laughed.

"No way, sweetie," I said, grinning mischievously at her. "I'm more interested in that dance you were talking about earlier. Does Ashlynn have time? I think my friend here is ready for her."

Jasper started to protest but I gave him a pointed look just daring him to open his mouth. Instead, he leaned back in the chair and sighed.

"I'll check for you, doll face." She started to walk away from the table when Jasper stopped her.

"See if she has time for two dances," he requested. "One for me and one for him."

She nodded, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Now we're talking," she said as she walked away.

We finished our drinks while the next dancer, Cherry, was on stage. She was one hell of an acrobat. I'd never seen anything like it. I'm sure she's not the only one that can do the things she was doing but I'm from Forks, remember? We definitely don't have any strippers there. No hookers either. So this was a whole new ball game for me.

Our waitress, Allie, dropped off another drink a piece for us while we were occupied and we downed those as well.

I finally felt like we were having a good time, laughing and talking about all the shit we were going to do the next day. Jasper even thanked me for talking him into going out. I think he was beginning to get a little buzzed, the light weight.

We were informed that Ashlynn was just finishing up with a regular customer and then she'd be down to give us our dance.

"How about another drink while you wait, gentlemen?" Allie asked, putting her arms around mine and Jasper's shoulders.

"Sounds great, Allie," I answered, squeezing her hand and smiling at her. I threw a wink in for good measure.

"Mm-m-mm, boy. Those dimples are going to be the death of me," she said, shaking her head and smiling back at me.

Jasper chuckled as she walked away.

I gave him a questioning look.

"It's just too easy for you sometimes, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked him, amused.

"Girls fall all over themselves to get next to you," he said. I thought I detected a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Hey, I'm not the only one." I sat up and leaned over the table, pointing at Jasper. "You've got that whole intense thing going for you. Chicks love that shit."

"Intense thing?" Jasper laughed.

"Yeah, man. You get this look in your eyes and it's like a fucking magnet or something," I replied. "I mean, you can't look away even if you wanted to."

Jasper seemed a little uncomfortable with that answer so I just laughed it off and told him that's what I had been told. I told myself it was an honest answer.

Before anything else could be said, Allie showed back up with our drinks and Ashlynn was behind her. But she wasn't alone. She brought Cherry with her.

Hell yeah! Shit's about to get real.

"Hello, boys," Ashlynn greeted us. "I hope you don't mind that I brought a friend."

"Um, not at all," Jasper responded nervously.

Ashlynn immediately sat down in Jasper's lap. I shot him an "I told you so" look but I think he was too busy trying to remember to breathe to care.

Cherry sauntered over to me, taking a seat in my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You look good enough to eat," she said seductively.

"Yeah? I've been told I taste pretty good."

"Oh, this one's going to be trouble, Ash," Cherry called over to her friend.

Ashlynn was talking quietly with Jasper but looked up for a moment to acknowledge Cherry's words.

She smiled at me and winked then went back to talking to Jasper. I took the time to finish my drink.

"So what do you want, baby?" Cherry asked. "It's $25 for 1 song, $40 for 2, or we could take this party upstairs and take our time for a bit more."

"What's a bit more?" I asked.

"$200 for a completely private room and 5 songs. $400 for 10 songs."

I thought about it. A private setting meant that I could probably count on some more of those amazing acrobatics but I didn't know what Jasper was doing. If he didn't want the private setting, would he want me to stay down here with him?

Why the hell did I care about that again?

"Jasper wants a dance down here for right now," Ashlynn said. "How about you two join us?"

Well, my mind was made up for me. I felt a little awkward about getting an ass rubbed all up in my junk with Jasper sitting right there but what was I going to do? The girls seemed to be getting some kind of pleasure out of all four of us being together for the dance.

I shrugged and they led us to the corner of the room where there was a large leather couch against the wall and two leather chairs across from the couch. Ashlynn and Jasper went to the couch while Cherry, gently pushed me down in to the chair.

"Before we get started, boys, we're going to need payment," Ashlynn said.

Jasper started to pull out his money but I held up my hand to stop him.

"This one's on me." I got out the money and handed Ashlynn hers and then Cherry. "You can get it next time, Jazz."

He briefly smiled and nodded before my view of him was completely blocked by Cherry.

She stood in front of me, taking her silver sequined jacket off, revealing a skimpy bikini-looking top that barely covered anything at all.

"Are you ready for this, sugar?" She smiled down at me, those full lips curling up on the ends. Oddly, I wasn't feeling her attempt at seduction but decided to play along anyway.

"Oh yeah, baby."

And right on cue, the DJ started a song. No fucking clue what song it was, but it had a great beat; nice and slow and the singer had a really sexy voice. Something about a dark paradise…

Cherry started out standing, her hips swaying to the beat and her hands roaming her body. I kept my eyes glued to her even though I was entirely too interested in what was going on with Jasper and Ashlynn. I didn't know why but I just wanted to make sure everything was going well.

My thoughts were interrupted by Cherry's hands cupping my chin and pulling my head up so that I was looking at her.

"Everything ok?" she asked. I felt bad because she sounded a little pissed.

"Yeah, baby. I'm sorry." I grinned at her and licked my lips.

She giggled, shaking her head and then went back to work. She then sunk down into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her hips began moving in circles as she ran her hands down my chest. Looping her fingers into my belt, she leaned back, letting her head fall back behind her and rocked her hips forward and back a few times. Now she had my full attention.

As Cherry whipped her head back up, her…ahem…parts…slammed into mine. And with that movement, the man downstairs decided to stand at attention.

Giggling again, she arched her back, pushing her breasts right into my face. The scent of – you guessed it – cherries filled the air and I was pretty sure I saw glitter covering her entire chest. I wanted to laugh at that but she moved those hips again and all coherent thought left me.

Just when I was really beginning to enjoy her position, she got up and turned away from me, dropping down to grab her ankles.

I would've had my eyes glued to that ass if I hadn't caught sight of Jasper. The intense thing I was talking about earlier? Yeah, he was totally doing it but the weird thing is, it wasn't directed at the girl dancing in front of him. No, it was directed at me. I wanted to laugh or smile or hell, even look away but I couldn't. I meant it when I said it was like a fucking magnet. It's like all I could see was him.

I watched as he bit his bottom lip and leaned his head back. Even though his eyes were no longer on mine, that pull was still there. There was also a painful throbbing sensation in my dick…

I couldn't make sense of it…any of it. Why was he looking at me? Why did I let myself be affected? Why would I be affected in the first place? I didn't have answers to any of these questions but I knew, if I was being honest, tonight wasn't the first time I'd had strange feelings towards my friend. My friend that also happened to be a guy…

What the hell is going on?

Wow. Am I the only one turned on by that last exchange between Jasper and Emmett, or…?

So we have a revelation from Emmett…sort of. And what was with the look from Jasper?

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