Chapter 2

AN: Thank you for the reviews! Sorry I am late posting; had to work a late shift and just got home. Heading back at seven AM, so I don't get to read tonight, either! *pout*...You know, there is truly no where more embarrassing to be than at a Bachelorette Party...By the way, I don't own any of the songs, Kool and the Gang, The Weathergirls, and Divinyls does.

"Whoo hoooo, Penelope! Let's go!" Sherri screamed from the sunroof of the limo, obviously half in the bag already.

The tech girls were taking a limo to the club where the LA Boys were stripping. Penelope doubted that any of them were really from her native California, but she didn't really care. As long as they had the right equiptment, she was ready to cheer.

Pen was dressed in a short skirt, low cut top, and push up bra. She planned to shake it like she'd never shook it before. She was even wearing a hot pink thong, although no man would get to see that tonight. Still, for some reason, wearing sexy underwear made her feel sexy.

She strutted her way down to the curb where the limo driver opened the door for her.

"Welcome, beautiful."

"Thank you... Hasan," she said, looking at his name badge, before disappearing into the cavernous back seat.

"Here you go, P!" Connie, a chunky brunette with a massive overbite, said, handing her a mixed drink with a penis-topped straw.

Looking around the limo, Penelope thought sarcastically that she loved the amount of tact and class they were already showing...

The majority of women already had drinks with raunchy straws, necklaces with penises on them, one even had penis barrettes in her hair. The already tipsy bride-to-be was wearing a t-shirt covered in lifesavers that said Suck for a Buck, and a veiled crown with a penis in the center of it.

Oh, yes. There was no doubt that this was a bachelorette party.

"Want a lollycock?" Sherri asked innocently, handing her a large purple sucker shaped like a dick.

"Sure," she answered, plopping the thing in her purse for later. She couldn't have it now. No, sir.

After all, she had a penis-strawed drink to finish first.

Taking a sip, she gasped at the extremely potent drink. That sucker was strong! No wonder all of them looked a sheet to the wind already.

Hasan turned on the radio, and horny women anthems started playing. Pen continued to drink, while the other women sang at the top of their lungs, "It's raining men! Hallelujah! It's raining men! Oh, yeah!"

Within minutes, Pen loosened up and was having the time of her life. She started to crow along with the next song. "I touch myself. I want you to touch me..."

"Let's all do a screaming orgasm!" Sherri announced, reaching into the little fridge in the limo and giving everyone a test tube of green liquid. "On the count of three, slam it! One! Two! Three!"

Everyone downed the drink and started singing with the next song. "Oh, yes, it's ladies' night. And the feeling's right. Oh, yes, it's ladies' night. Oh, what a night!"

Suddenly, the voice of Hasan crowed over the intercom in his thick accent, "Oh, what a night!"

Pen was smiling to herself, thinking exactly that. Oh, what a night!

After the third man shook his junk in front of her on the stage, Pen was feeling good, but not that good. She stopped drinking; her stomach wasn't used to all the alcohol they were consuming, and she hadn't eaten much before they left. She was in charge of getting the dollar bills, and she didn't have time to stop for dinner. She was buzzed, but not so much she couldn't think.

Currently on the stage was Freddy the Firefighter, complete with his own hose. As the stripper came down in the audience, Sherri held up a twenty dollar bill. The man proceeded to dry hump her in her chair right next to where Penelope was seated. She looked at him, at his oiled muscles, and couldn't help but think one thing...

This guy had nothing on Derek Morgan.

She giggled and took a sip of her diet Coke. Every single stripper she saw tonight had nice muscles, no doubt about it, but none had the lean beauty and grace that Derek's did. Their pecs bulged, and D's did, too, but not in the overtly showy way these guys did. These men looked somewhat steroidal, not entirely natural, and Derek didn't have that look at all.

Glancing over, at the man with his thong-covered backside pumping between Sherri's legs, she thought his butt wasn't as nice as Derek's, either.

"Hey, sugar," another stripper said, stopping in front of her. All of the waitstaff were strippers wearing ties. "You want a ride?"

Penelope noticed a few things. First of all, the man grinned at her, and she noticed his grin wasn't as white or as genuine as Derek's.

Second, his incrongruent East Coast accent proved he wasn't an LA boy.

Thrid, as cute as the man was, she wasn't interested in him. He wasn't the man of her fantasies; she wouldn't go home and dream of this guy.

That was because the spot was occupied already.

With a sigh of fake regret, she shook her head and said, "Sorry, handsome, but no."

The man pouted handsomely, and then winked at her. "Too bad, gorgeous girl."

He proceeded to walk his oily, thong covered butt away from her.

Pen took another sip of her drink and realized something: although there was no official say on it yet, she was already taken by someone else.

She didn't want to think about it. Kevin had been angry and said she wouldn't accept his proposal because of Morgan. That she had been different with him because of being with Derek in Alaska. She was upset enough to deny it, and feel kind of guilty from it.

However, now, she didn't have that guilt. Instead, it all started falling in place. There was definitely something there between her and Morgan; everyone noticed it, she noticed it, and she was pretty sure Derek noticed it, too. Alaska changed everything, opened her eyes and made her see who she really wanted.

It just took her a month to kick Kevin to the curb and decide to go for it.

Taking another sip of her drink, she tapped her foot and listened to the next raunchy song, being danced to by Paul the Paramedic.

"Hey, ladies!" The idiotic announcer cried out. "Let's see if he can get your pulse racing..."

She shook her head with a smile, and thought one more thing: This was the strangest place in the world, surrounded by mostly naked, gyrating men, to discover she was in love.