'Hello, welcome to Glitterotica.'

Adam swallowed tightly as he stepped out of the lobby of his hotel with the rest of the men - Las Vegas' Treasure Island no less - and tried not to stare at the nubile young redhead and brunette in tight silver mini-dresses standing beside what looking like an Escalade stretch limo with the name of the club emblazoned on the side of the sleek black boat of a car. Each had a pot of some kind of paint in their hands along with a delicate looking brush. 'Who are they,' he muttered to no one in particular and Ryan grinned.

'Part one of tonight's entertainment, son.'

'My name is Opal,' the redhead said with a charming smile. 'Where is the groom?'

'That's me.' Adam cautiously raised his hand and Opal stepped forward, began to dab her paintbrush on his right cheek.

'Congratulations. My man and I are getting married in September too, but a year from now, not in a few days like you and your lady. When's the big day?'

'Next Friday.'

'There we are.' Opal finished putting the outline of a wedding bell on Adam's cheek before moving on to Shane and Esposito while her partner looked after the others. 'Your table is ready and waiting for you at the showroom. My partner, Ruby, will show you in once you are there.'

'Thanks,' Adam said again, unsure of what else his brain could muster. He'd taken a sideways look at the brunette and could only think of Lindsay; the woman's angular nose and soft, round chin were almost a twin to his own sweet bride's image. 'What is Glitterotica?'

'A total erotic experience for the eyes and mind. No touching permitted of any kind,' Opal replied with a kind smile as she ushered the men onto the bus. 'It's why we're so popular amongst grooms looking for a night out with the boys who don't want to give their women reason to worry.'

'Cool.'

'Enjoy your night.'

Adam took a seat in the Escalade between Esposito and Shane, and wasn't surprised when the sweet-and-sour shooters came around once more. 'So, is this the part where you get me to start bragging about Lindsay and share stories on your ladies too?'

'Lindsay, yes but other ladies...' Shane trailed off, gave a tick with his cheek. 'That is something we'll save for the club, considering the lady in my stories is the daughter of one of the men present.'

'Oh yeah.' It was so easy to forget that Shane was actually Castle's son in law some days, as Adam never dwelled on the fifteen-year age gap between Shane and Alexis. Instead he grabbed another shooter and grinned. 'What do you want to know?'

'First time with Lindsay, we kinda already know about through our girls,' Ryan told him nicely, 'so let's say...strangest place you guys have ever done it.'

'Oh, I doubt you wanna hear that one,' Adam chuckled.

'Dude, it's your bachelor party,' Dave reminded him. 'Dirty stories and jaw dropping moments are a must tonight. Share.'

'Alright.' The groom shifted in his seat a little, leaned forward. 'Strangest palce we ever did it was...the locker-room shower at the precinct gym.'

'No, you didn't bro!' Ryan laughed. 'Seriously?'

'Oh yeah. It was during that heat-wave in August after we started having sex, and Lindsay looked like hell, she was having really bad heat-stroke so when she came to meet me after I was off-shift and done my work-out in the gym that night, I told her to zip into the locker room and get a shower. I joined her and one thing led to another.'

'You didn't worry about getting busted?' Daniel asked him, remembering the hot preggo-sex he'd had in the on-call room with his wife when Andrea had been pregnant with Nessa.

'That was part of the turn-on,' Adam replied with a grin and he got a hearty slap on the shoulder from Esposito.

'Next thing you know, you'll be busted at the house in the Hamptons by my partner in crime.'

'Oh, Javier, no.' Ryan winced visibly. 'Must you bring that up all the time?'

'Yeah, I must,' Esposito responded with a friendly, loving sneer; it was his job, after all, to remind Ryan of that indiscretion as often as he could. 'Maybe you can collect them all like baseball cards.'

'Alright, you two,' Dave laughed. 'Back to embarrassing the groom. What about being interrupted by a ringing phone, how often that happen to you two?'

'Depends what you mean by interrupted.'

They pried the details out of Adam all the way to Glitterotica; when the Escalade stopped and they were escorted into the showroom, passing the through the corridor with the erotic but not trashy live art posing in the glass-front booths. When they reached the main showroom, Adam understood why they referred to it as such - it was lit almost entirely in black-light, and the dancers popped like daisies in a spring rain no stage with their day-glow body paint. As they walked in, a dancer striped like a neon green zebra was writhing and wriggling around to some unknown R&B tune designed to put lovers in the mood.

As they were just a group of men right now, Adam could only let it make him fantasize about his woman, and how hot was it she was going to a female-performer strip-club too? He had a sudden flash of two Lindsays, one the original the other a carbon copy, dancing together like this woman was, running her hands over her body and he swallowed tightly.

Esposito caught the look on the man's face and grinned. He knew that look well as he'd caught it on himself in the mirror more than once after sexing up his gorgeous Danish angel. 'Don't worry bro,' he told his friend, 'we'll give you back your phone tonight so you can call your woman.'

'Call her?' Adam looked at his watch; it was just after ten Las Vegas time. 'If I call her, I'm going to get an earful of a very drunk Lindsay thanks to your wife and her friends and then she'll feel guilty about it and that is so not cool. Besides I've got pictures of her on my phone,' he added with a salacious wink.

'Can't really say too much about that, since I've got new ones of Mere on there too.'

'How do you do it, Javi?' Adam blurted out. 'How do you have everything you do with her, and still be a cop?'

'Give and take, a lot of love, communication and good sex,' Esposito replied honestly. 'There isn't a single thing in the world I can't talk to my wife about. I might need to talk to my boys about the petty guy shit, you know, but the big stuff, Meredeth is my first and last.'

'Lindsay and I talk about everything, even the hard stuff. Probably we're so good at that because we've both been through a lot.'

'Yeah but the way you look at her, man, you can tell there is no one else in the world for you.'

Adam squirmed a little, then grinned. 'Thought we're supposed to be here to admire naked bodies and bouncing boobies.'

'Oh, we can do that and be manly men appreciating our wives.' Esposito winked as they sat down at their table, turned his attention to the show on stage. He pointed to where a new trio of dancers, these ones in silver and purple paint and dancing to Prince, were gracing the stage. 'Any of those remind you of Lindsay?'

'The middle one, the shorty, reminds me of Jenny,' Ryan said, catching the tail end of what his partner was saying, and plunked himself down on the other side of Adam. 'Especially her butt. Jenny's butt bounces like that when she dances.'

'She dance for you, big boy,' Esposito egged him and Ryan flipped him off just as Shane sat down with them; a few moments later a waitress brought over a platter of shooters. 'Oh, hey miss thanks but we're not drinking.'

'These are courtesy of Mister Castle, his private stock he said would be just for your party,' the waitress replied, bending low to give them all a peek at her impressive cleavage. 'He informed us when he made the reservation the groom doesn't drink, and had this particular selection sent over.'

She placed three bottles of soft cider-champagne in the centre of a table along with a bucket of ice and four flutes. 'Enjoy your evening gentlemen.'