Yay, another chapter!
PureAngelEyes: Thank you once again! I'm very glad you like it. :) And, yes, the maid was...surprising. Lol. And, to answer your question, yes, Alice did zing. :)
Because of some stuff, this chapter is rated M. There will be some other chapters like this where I'll say it's rated M. So, just be warned, so it doesn't surprise you.
Chapter 8- Bachelorette Party *Rated M*
When Alice awoke, she expected to feel Dracula's warmth, but she didn't She looked over at the clock. Six p.m. She sighed. She had slept through the whole day. The party started at eight.
She stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. She showered for thirty minutes, then slumped down in the bath tub for another ten. She sighed, and pulled herself out to brush her hair and dress.
She pulled on undergarments and a long sleeved green dress that stopped at her calves. She applied a little bit of makeup and curled her hair. She put a green headband on to keep her bangs out of her face.
She trudged into the bedroom. It was 7:00. She pulled out a black belt and put it on around her waist. She found some black boots that stopped just below her knees. She headed out the door and found her way to the club they had decided on.
When she walked in, Mavis and the other bridesmaids were there, all in dresses and talking excitedly. She walked over, and realized she had forgotten a present. "Shit," she muttered under her breath.
Before they saw her, she ran back out and to the nearest gift shop. She looked around, and decided to pick something daring. Something kind of funny.
She pulled down a short lacy lingerie dress that was completely see-through. She bought that, and got it giftwrapped.
She hurried back to the party, and handed over the present. There were a couple other presents beside it. She hugged Mavis briefly, and let herself be introduced to the others.
She put the cake down on a table, and the girls stared at in awe. "It's wonderful!" Mavis said with a smile. Alice smiled back, feeling proud. She was right, it was wonderful.
Finally, eight o'clock rolled around, and the girls crowded around the bar and ordered drinks. Alice laughed with the others, and sipped her alcohol. But, then, something extremely surprising walked in.
Scott.
Her ex.
Scott her ex.
And he walked right up on to the stage. "Who's that?" Mavis asked one of the girls, and they replied with a smirk.
"A stripper," the girl giggled.
Alice's jaw literally dropped open as she watched her ex-fiance talk to the DJ. Mavis was blushing deep red, and she stammered, trying to get a grip on her words. But before she could say anything, up-beat techno music started playing, and Scott was dancing, and stripping.
Soon, the others overcame their shock, and were screaming and tossing money up at him. Alice stood, tight-lipped, in the back and watched as Scott pulled Mavis up on stage with him and had her slide down his bright pink thong.
He picked it up, and wrapped his arms around her back, sliding the thong over her head and onto her neck. Mavis, drunker than she'd ever been, laughed and stumbled off of the stage to watch the naked man dance provocatively.
And, before Alice knew what was happening, she angrily set he glass on the bar counter and ran into the bathroom. She locked herself in a stall, and slid to the floor, her back against the stall door. She held her head in her hands and cried. She just cried, her body shaking and he face wet with tears.
But, soon enough, she composed herself and walked back out. No one had noticed she had left. Everybody ran over to the cake, including Scott, and Alice cut it, giving the star to Mavis.
But, drunk as can be, instead of eating the star, Mavis shoved it all over Scott's...*****. Alice almost retched, but tried to keep calm. She had heard of bachelorette parties being wild, but not like this.
She gave Mavis more cake, and everybody ate the delicious chocolate masterpiece. And, as she finished her cake, Scott walked over to her.
She openly groaned and rolled her eyes. "Really, Scott?" She asked nastily. The others were busy dancing on the dance floor.
He gave a sloppy smile. "I got divorced."
Her eyes bugged. "What?!"
He smiled, and raised his eyebrows. "Dance?" He asked.
Alice downed the rest of her drink with a big gulp. That was her seventh drink. Dizzy with dull drunkenness, she stumbled into him, and he led her to the dance floor.
They dance oddly, and tripped around the dance floor. But, before she knew it, they weren't really dancing anymore. He was dragging her to the male bathrooms, and locking the door.
He shoved her against the wall and crammed his mouth against hers. Their lips met in a sloppy, messy, drunken craze. He pulled her legs up, holding them, and she wrapped them around his back. He put his hands on her cheeks, and they continued kissing.
She didn't really know what was going on. Everything was a blur. She couldn't think straight. All she knew was that it felt good.
He pulled down her dress, and she kicked off her boots. He ran his hand through her curly hair, and eagerly ran his mouth to her collarbone. He kissed her repeatedly and passionately. He ran his hands over her skin, and pulled off her bra.
He cupped her breasts, and ran his hands over both of them. She moaned into his neck. He ran his mouth down lower, and skimmed it over her bare skin. His lips grazed over her breasts, and he lightly sucked. He managed to pull down her underwear, and began thrusting into her.
She panted, feeling him dive in and out of her. And this continued for a while, until they both separated, she put her clothes back on, and they headed back out to the dance floor. Nobody had even noticed they left.
She felt dizzy, and like everything was spinning. She knelt down and vomited into a trash can. Then, she blacked out.
