2072 Words, but needs to be one whole chapter.
Here comes the stripping. Don't read, please if you are sensitive, but nothing is graphic. I can't imagine what a bachelor party is like, but I did try. As always, research was done online. I don't own Star Wars, Men in Black, or Sailor Moon. If the costumes are not accurate, please keep in mind they weren't supposed to be actual costumes. They're stripper wear, and fictional, in any case.
Chapter Seven, The Wedding: Bachelor and Bachelorette Parties
"Wow, you guys had the pub closed?"
"It's not our fault, Connor, you have more friends than I would have guessed," said Becker, smirking.
"So...the strippers here yet?"
Matt laughed. "Don't worry about it, Mate. Have a drink."
Connor laughed. "Fine, but you promised."
"We have strippers, promise," said Becker.
Before long the pub was packed with ARC techs, soldiers, and medics; Duncan and other old friends of Connor; university pals; neighbors; and Lester.
"Do you own anything that isn't a suit?" asked Matt.
"No," replied the stiff but dapper ARC director.
The pub staff kept the beer and other drinks flowing, set out crisps, and other snacks, and dimmed the lights on cue.
"Is it time?" asked Connor excitedly. "Strippers?"
"Yes, Connor," said Becker. "Strippers."
The unmistakeable theme from Star Wars played, and Connor bounced up and down.
"Guys! Thanks!"
Becker and Matt smirked.
Two Star Wars slave girls danced out: Leia, wearing the outfit she wore when chained to Jabba the Hutt, and Oola, the poor slave girl killed by the monster beneath Jabba's throne room.
"Oola's not accurate," said Duncan.. "She isn't green."
Oola, beautiful young Debra, danced around, stretching her long legs, teasingly pulling down the brown mesh.
"Doesn't bother me," said Connor, smiling.
Instead of green skin, Oola wore a green bra and panties under the mesh. She made flirty faces as she lowered the mesh little bits at a time. Finally, she took it all off.
"Yeah!"
Connor smiled, and clapped. Oola danced around, performing impressive high kicks and bends, then she threw the mesh at Connor.
"Yeah, you're right," said Duncan, smiling. "I've warmed to Oola."
Connor smiled. Oola then danced closer to him, and draped her 'chains' around his shoulders. He giggled and blushed.
Oola danced away, taking a place for Leia, that is Ce Ce.
Ce Ce, shimmied, wiggled. She then did an extremely high kick, and effortlessly dropped to the floor in a split.
"Impressive," said Matt, raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah," said Becker. "She's a real dancer. They all are. Plus they're gorgeous and scantily clad, always a plus for exotic dancing."
Matt nodded, smiling widely.
Becker watched, admiring the routine, but he wasn't as loud and drooling as the other men, exited by the sci-fi theme as Connor, or just thankful that this time could party, like Matt. He certainly wasn't as stiff and unemotional as Lester.
Lester was drinking though.
Leia danced toward the groom.
Connor blushed ferociously as she unbuckled the large metal belt around her pelvis and tossed it to him. The long purple sash stayed on, briefly. She slowly, seductively pulled it off, wiggling up and down.
Eventually the sash was off, leaving Leia in a nude bikini that hugged her skin. She was completely covered, but the allusion worked.
"Yikes," mumbled Connor.
Becker laughed.
Leia crawled across the table, inches from Connor's face, and caressed his cheek. Then she hopped up. shimmied up and down, and leaped off.
"Wow!" cried the groom.
The pub clapped.
"Princess Leia rocks!" cried Duncan.
Leia and Oola disappeared, but the crowd was entertained by the last two slave girls.
One looked a little like Leia, but instead of a metal-like bikini, she wore a brown leotard with short shorts she teased slowly down, revealing a bikini of the same color.
Slowly she wiggled the shorts down her legs. She stepped out of one leg hole, and lifted the other leg up, swirling the shorts around of her ankle.
"Whoo!"
"Yeah!"
Then she gave a high kick and sent the shorts sailing into Duncan's arms.
"Sweet!" cried Duncan.
Connor laughed.
The other slave girl wore a mesh cape like Oola's over a similar green bikini. She smiled as she teased the cape apart, shimming it slowly down her body. Then she slowly waved it between her legs.
The crowd liked that. A lot.
Connor gaped, so did Matt. Even Lester raised an eyebrow. Becker laughed at the reactions. They were putty in the dancers' hands.
The dancing girl twirled at a dizzying pace, the cape spinning with her.
Then the dancers got really spicy. They leaned up against each other, brushing up and down each others' bodies.
"Holy..." whispered Matt.
Connor and Duncan were stunned.
Lester stopped drinking mid-sip.
Becker shook his head, laughing. He clapped, very proud of the girls. They owned the crowd.
Finally the music stopped and the duo struck a pose.
"Yay!" cried Connor, pounding his hands together in enthusiasm. "Smoking! Star Wars rules!"
"It does! Long live the rebellion!" screamed Duncan.
Less spacy men were just as appreciative clapping, screaming, and whistling.
The girls bowed, and danced off.
Becker leaned across the table to Connor.
"You like?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? Did you see them! They're gobsmacking fantastic!"
Becker laughed. "Good, Connor."
Matt smiled. "I knew you said they were professionals, but they're much better than I thought they'd be."
"Indeed," said Lester simply.
Becker smiled.
Within a few seconds, spacy music began to play, and Debra and Ce Ce ran out again, this time wearing dark sunglasses, tight black shorts, cropped black suit jackets, and high black heels that Jess would have loved.
Connor didn't get it at first.
The girls kicked and danced, wiggling and gyrating. Ce Ce did a one leg spin that was impressive, while Debra leaped, rolled, and kicked.
After a short while, the other dancers came out. They wore bright neon green booty shorts, tight green tops, and high silver heels.
It was their masks that gave the routine away.
They were aliens.
"And the other two are Men in Black! Cool!" cried Connor, laughing. "I love it!"
"Men in black?" asked Duncan. "Connor, dude, check your eye balls."
Connor laughed.
Matt gave Becker a thumbs up. Becker nodded smugly.
The 'men' in black slowly removed their jackets, leaving silver bras.
"Yes!"
"Take it off!"
Then, in unison, they grabbed the sides of their shorts and ripped them off, again, leaving behind silver underwear.
"Whoo!"
Ce Ce did a black flip. Debra somersaulted.
"Nice!"
Then the aliens stripped. Their shorts zipped down the sides. They teased the zippers down in unison. They scooted the shorts down their bodies until they only wore black bikini bottoms.
They did coordinated back bends, stretching their bodies an amazing distance, then straightened, and teased down their tops, again in perfect sync with each other.
"Sexy, sexy aliens!"
"Beam me up!"
Duncan scoffed. "Totally wrong show, guy!"
Connor smiled, mesmerized by the extraterrestrials.
The aliens slowly stripped, revealing their bras matching in shiny black satin.
As the aliens stripped and danced, the men in black circled the room, wiggling and dancing. They shimmied, kicked, and did side flips.
"Nice!"
The pub was loud and lively.
"They like this number," said Becker.
"So do I!" cried Connor. Becker laughed.
The aliens and government agents met in a showdown.
The aliens lunged and somersaulted toward the agents, kicking and hissing an attack.
The agents turned away, bent their knees, dropped down onto their hands, kicked up their back heels, and completely flipped over.
"Wow!"
Then the earth heroes 'kicked' the aliens onto their butts, ending the routine and saving the world.
"Yay!"
"Earth wins!" cried Duncan.
Lester clapped. "These are high caliber strippers. They're actually dancing."
Becker laughed. "Only the best."
"Thanks, Man," said Connor.
Becker nodded.
"I am impressed," said Lester. "They've raised my opinion of strippers."
"They're real dancers, Lester," said Becker. "They just dance a strip-tease."
"Indeed."
Ce Ce was out of breath. She motioned to Becker. He stood up, and called for quiet.
"Please excuse us for a short interlude," said Ce Ce. "We will be back."
The men all hooted and clapped. Ce Ce smiled at Becker, and led her troop off to the pub office, which was their changing room.
"Wow!" cried Connor. "I am loving this!"
"Good!" cried Matt, patting him on the back. "Anyone drunk yet?"
"I'm driving," sad Becker.
"I promised Abby I wouldn't get sloshed. Buzzed, though..." said Connor, drinking another beer.
"I promised no one," said Lester, happily swigging another scotch.
The second half of the entertainment began with peppy music and Japanese singing.
The dancers leaped out, spinning and kicking.
"The Sailor Scouts!" cried Connor. "Cool!"
"What?" asked Matt.
"It's Manga, Japanese Comics, with magical school girls. Sh! I"m watching!"
"Sexy, magical school girls," said Duncan, his eyes wide.
The dancers wore short, tiny skirts: one red, one orange, one green, and one blue. They each had a white top with a collar matching their skirt color.
Ce Ce danced to the front. She wore the blue.
"Sailor Moon!" cried Connor.
Ce Ce smiled at Connor, coming round him to stroke his hair.
"He he he," he said, bashfully.
Then she rejoined the scouts. One by one, they danced forward, shimming and smiling.
Debra danced forward, wearing red.
"Sailor Mars!" cried Connor.
Debra smiled, and bowed, then circled back to the others.
The green one danced forward.
"Sailor Jupiter!"
She blew a kiss at Connor, and high kicked for him.
And finally, the one in orange forward flipped, landing in front of the Groom's table.
"Whoa! Sailor Venus!"
She curtsied, and back flipped to the Scouts.
Matt shook his head. "He would know them!" Becker nodded, smiling.
The scouts danced in unison. Then they slowly teased the tops down over their color-matched bras—red, yellow, green, and blue.
They pulled the shirts off, spinning around with them. They then threw them into the air.
"Yay!"
"I caught one!"
"Me too!"
"Take off the skirts!"
The dancers obliged, teasing the skirts down. They bent down as they did, crouching, holding the skirts. Then, together, they jumped out of the skirts, proudly holding them above their heads.
They stood in matching bra and panties: red, green, orange, blue.
They them backed up in unison, dropped the skirts, formed a line, and kicked and jumped like chorus girls.
"Wow!"
"Yay!"
"Impressive!"
They then mimicked the can-can, by turning around and showing their behinds.
They then dispersed, running around the pub, shimming and dancing, each one making sure they passed Connor, kissing him on the cheek, and offering congratulations.
They went back up to the stage, and bowed.
The pub jumped up as one, clapping and cheering.
Ce Ce blushed. "A standing ovation!"
Becker laughed.
They bowed again, waved to Connor, who waved back, and then they exited.
"What a show! Becker, you are the man!" cried Connor.
Becker laughed.
A few hours later, Becker drove Connor home.
Connor ran to Abby and twirled her around.
"It was just the best, Abs! It was sci-fi! They had Oola and slave girl Leia! Get this: sexy aliens and Men in Black that made you want to switch sides, if you know what I mean!"
Abby laughed. "That's good, Conn."
"But the best part, Abby, was the Sailor Scouts!"
"Really?" asked Jess. "Sailor Moon, Sailor Mars, and Sailor Venus?"
Connor nodded, excitedly. "and Sailor Jupiter!"
"That's so cool!"
"I know, Jess. You really would have like their outfits, before they took 'em off."
Becker nodded. "They were pretty sexy, if kind of young-looking," he said.
Jess smiled. "That's Manga. So the show was good, then?"
Becker chuckled. "Even Lester was impressed, at least with their dancing ability."
"Oh my God! They could dance, and leap, and flip! Dude! I love you!" Connor cried, throwing himself in to Becker's arms.
"Connor, you promised me that you'd stop hugging me!"
Jess and Abby giggled. "He's done it a lot?" asked Abby.
"Oh, yeah," said Becker. "He's a little tipsy, but as promised, not smashed."
"Thank you," said Abby. "Come on, baby. Let's put you to bed," she said, putting her arms around him.
Connor went with her, still calling, "I love you Becker!"
Jess giggled. "It was a hit!"
"It was. Ce Ce really outdid herself. I don't think she charged us enough."
Jess giggled. "I guess it was a favor. I'm glad he's so happy."
"I'm glad that I"m alone with you," he said, pulling her into his arms.
"Really? After seeing all those nearly naked women?"
"Especially after, know why?"
"Why?"
"Not one of them was you," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
"Thank you," she said, smiling, and still in his arms,"but I"m not taking anything off for you."
He smirked. "Yet."
She laughed, and nodded. "Yet," she whispered, and returned her lips to his.
End of Chapter Seven
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