Las Vegas, Nevada

November 1, 2002

Leave it to his best friends to turn what was supposed to be a quiet night with the boys into the typical male bachelor party. Even with weeks of begging, Jason and Zack still went behind Tommy's back and dragged him along to The Hidden Jewel, where the neon lights promised a night to remember. Tommy wasn't inexperienced when it came to the strip club, he'd been there before for Zack's bachelor party, but it wasn't a place he liked to frequent. He just pictured that those women were someones daughter, and while some parents were open minded, some would be severely disappointed in finding out where their daughters work. And even more so that he was gawking at them.

Katherine was going to kill him once she found out.

He should have know that this is where his so called best friends were going to take him once they suggested visiting the Vegas strip. There's so much more to Vegas than that, but they insisted. He would rather spend his months salary at the casino than aimlessly throwing it away at girls that were barely above the legal age. If he was even going to entertain the idea then he needed to drink, thankfully that's where Rocky came in with his limitless supply of vodka he had stashed away in his back pocket. Every time he even thought about taking a drink, Rocky was ready. He was like Houdini, making shots appear out of thin air. Billy and Adam tagged along as the responsible adults that they needed. Jason could get carried away when he wasn't around Trini, he sometimes didn't know how to react without his wife. He was like a dog on a leash most of the time. Billy and Adam came instilled with responsibility and values, ones the former leader liked to leave at home. They would keep them in line and prevent them from getting into too much trouble.

25-year-old Tommy Oliver was finally getting hitched. It had been months of planning, mostly on Katherine's part, but the day had finally arrived. He was set to wed on Saturday evening, leaving him with exactly 24 hours of being a free man until he committed himself to the old ball and chain. Happily ever after? Maybe not, but Katherine had been a loyal girlfriend for the last 2 years, and she deserved his commitment. After graduation, they went their separate ways, Tommy with his racing career, and Kat with her dancing in London. They remained distant friends, but once Katherine returned from London, things kind of fell into place.

She actively pursued him, something that reminded him of their younger years. After being together for a little over 1 year, she asked him. He couldn't find a reason to say no, so he agreed and that was that. Their relationship was okay, she certainly had an anger problem, but he associated that with her crippling migraines. He couldn't even breath next to her when those hit. The thought of living with that for the rest of his life was a little terrifying, but he didn't think he would do better. All of his friends were getting married, he thought he should too. What was the point of prolonging the inevitable. Who else would he marry?

Their wedding was set at a beautiful desert venue that her parents were paying for. There wasn't an expense wasted when it came to the Hillard's. They wanted what was best for their daughter and she happily took it. It wasn't like Tommy could provide her with the life or wedding that she wanted anyway. Tommy wasn't racing anymore and he wasn't making that much at the Mercer Museum.

girls. girls. girls.

Tommy rolled his eyes at the sign plastering the entertainment for the evening.

"Fifteen minutes," Tommy told Jason through gritted teeth as he was pushed inside the metal door.

"Oh, no," Jason laughed, nodding his head to the burly security guard at the entrance that let them in, "we paid for the whole night."

The club had a line wrapping along the building, making it as exclusive of an event as all of the other clubs along the strip. Anyone that was determined to have a good time on that Friday evening had either paid ahead or had been lining up since the morning.

The groom to be was thrown inside, suddenly feeling totally out of his element. Women were hanging from the ceiling, expertly sliding down the long poles as men and women threw bills at their feet. He'd never seen so many breasts in one setting as he suddenly felt the room growing warmer. The neon lights reflecting off of the many mirrors and shiny surfaces nearly blinded him.

"I'm going to kill you," Tommy whispered to Jason who couldn't help but laugh.

"Lighten up, man," Jason told him, dancing to the electric beat, "This is your last night of being single. We have to mourn the loss of your freedom by partying!"

Tommy rolled his eyes at his comment, suddenly feeling like a stubborn teenager being told what to do.

"There's our table," Zack told the group, pointing to the reserved booth near the stage.

The men, minus Tommy, hollered like Neanderthals as a tall brunette began undressing in front of them. Brunettes were his weakness. Tommy could barely see a thing between his fingers as she began taking more and more off. This is where his ranger training came in as he used his torture surviving techniques to push through the moment.

"Hi, Gentlemen," The busty brunette greeted with a seductive grin. She climbed on Billy's lap, wrapping an arm around the shy blonde, "I'm Tiffany and i'll be taking care of you for the night. Which one of you studs in the lucky man?"

"This one!" Jason stood up, pointing to a disgruntled Tommy that was sinking deeper and deeper into his seat.

Ahh. She stood from Billy's lap and hopped on over to Tommy. She nestled on his lap like she had done hundreds of times before, using her charm to make him seem like the most important man in the room. Tiffany was a natural when it came to that, it even had Tommy believing it for just a moment, although he never seemed to like the attention.

"So, when's the big day?" Tiffany leaned as close as she could, making Tommy increasingly more uncomfortable as the seconds passed.

"Tomorrow," He turned to look anywhere but to her bubbling breasts that were nearly planted on his face. What else did he expect at a strip club?

She caressed his cheek, causing the guys to snicker like school girls at Tommy's discomfort, "Trying to sow your wild oats in one day?"

Or being held against my will.

"Something like that."

She giggled at every word that he said. "You're so lucky to have such great friends like these," She told him, her lips nearly touching Tommy's ear, "They got you a special treat."

"Special treat?" Tommy turned to the guys that were wearing huge grins, "What did you guys do?"

He was dead. Katherine was going to explode when she found out.

"The private dance that everyone in this room is dying for," Tiffany whispered in Tommy's ear.

"With you?" He stared at her for a moment.

She couldn't control her laughter, although Tommy figured she was doing it solely because it was her job to flirt with the clients. "No, it's with Kandi," She hopped off his lap and walked around to the five other goofs that had joined him that night, "but I promise to take good care of these boys while you're gone."

Tiffany walked over to Tommy, grabbing him by the hand, "Come on, you're the man of the night. Kandi is so excited to meet you."

Tommy gave a defeated sigh as he allowed himself to be escorted out. It wasn't like he would be able to get out of it anyway.

"Good luck," Adam stifled a chuckle, receiving a light smack from Tommy in return.

He made himself a promise right then and there that he would kill his five best friends if Katherine didn't get to him first.

He was led a short distance towards the back of the stage, where 'Private 5' read overhead.

The intimate room was decked out in red velvet curtains, quaint but glamorous. Either way, it was dripping with sin and a few more were about to be added to that list. He surveyed it quickly before his eyes landed on the sole chair sitting in the middle. He wondered how many lap dances the chair he was instructed to sit on had seen. Must be hundreds. The room was dark, except for a few pink neon lights that lined the ceiling, giving it a soft and electric ambiance.

Tiffany dangled a shiny pair of cuffs in front of Tommy, telling him that his freedom was about to run out.

He rolled his eyes, but obliged. The sooner he got this over with, the faster he could get out of there.

"Are the restraints really necessary? I know not to touch the dancers," Tommy told Tiffany as she gave him a wide smile. She pulled the cuffs on him a little tighter for that little comment, the red boa wrapped around it offering a small bit of comfort.

"Oh, trust me, most guys find it hard to keep their hands off of Kandi," she added with a wink.

He tried to move when she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but found the restraints to be doing their job a little too well. "What are you doing?" He asked, the buttons on his shirt now completely undone, leaving his chest fully exposed.

"Kandi can get a little rough," She giggled, "Wouldn't want her tearing your nice shirt, would you?"

She tugged on the chains to confirm they were fastened as she slipped out of the room, leaving Tommy with his thoughts and an anticipation that was slowly killing him.

While he had been to the strip club before, this would be his first official lap dance, something he hoped to never have to do again. This was technically kidnapping, he didn't want to be here, and now he couldn't go anywhere. There was no escaping.

His heart nearly jumped out of his chest as the rhythmic beat of the music began playing in the room. This was it, there was no turning back now.

The soft squeak of the door opening could be heard behind the curtains, leaving Tommy impatiently awaiting for his doom.

His eyes slowly made the journey up the dancer as she stepped into the room. Her toned legs were even more accentuated by her tall platform pumps. Every piece of him was trembling as he made his way to her flat stomach and onto her shapely covered breasts. All of that changed, however, when he landed on her face.

It took everything in him to keep himself composed as he recognized the woman that had walked out on him eight years earlier.

The dancer stilled upon entering and coming face to face with the one and only Tommy Oliver.

"oh, shit," Kimberly muttered upon seeing who the special guest for the night was.

Author note: Hey guys! What another story from me? Yes! I've been working on this idea for a few weeks and I'm so excited to get this out. I'm taking a break from school this semester and have a ton of free time. I'm working on getting everything written and out soon! I'm hoping updates will be regular but you never know what will happen. I'm having so much fun doing what I love to do. Let me know what you guys think of this in a review or PM! Hope you guys enjoy.