The characters in this story are from my favorite books, the Twilight Series, by the talented Stephenie Myers, and her copy write of the characters is implied.
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A/N- My extreme thanks to leydyan22who gave me a great idea for the chapter involving a special encounter Nessie wasn't anticipating. It really makes the chapter. Thank you so much for the idea.
Chapter 49: Risqué Business
Once we were in the limo, Aunt Alice ordered me to change into a new outfit. She allowed me to take the blindfold off temporarily, and I noticed that the limo was heading toward Seattle. I also noticed that only my aunts, Alice, Rosalie, and Leah, were in the limo with me, but Uncle Jasper was still driving.
When I saw the outfit which she brought for me, I began to strongly protest. First, there was the underwear that she expected me to wear- black, shear nylon crotchless panties and a matching bra that covered nothing. Then there were the clothes, a pair of skin tight black leather pants, and a black leather bustier which laced in the front and back. Then there were the shoes, or should I say but boots, thigh high red leather boots.
"I am a pregnant and engaged woman and you want me to wear that," I yelled.
"Stop protesting Nessie, we are all going to close our eyes and slowly count to 100, you better be in that outfit or I am going to come over there and put it on you," Aunt Alice hissed.
"Aunt Rosalie, Aunt Leah," I begged, "You can't want me to wear this?"
"It's your Bachelorette Party Nessie, live a little," Aunt Leah said, as she began combing he hair and shrugging out of her button down shirt which she had worn all day to reveal a lower cut, form fitted black cami, which exposed the straps of her lace bra.
"Renesmee," Aunt Rosalie chided, "It's not like you are all that innocent. You are pregnant, but you are not showing, plus, just because your room is sound proofed, doesn't' mean that we don't all know what is going on in there."
With a loud harrumph, I gave into Aunt Alice's demands, and began to change. The divider was up so that Uncle Jasper respected my privacy, and my aunts, turned their heads, and continued to fix their make up as I climbed into the most uncomfortable outfit that I had ever warn in my life.
"99, 100," Aunt Alice said, but I was already full dressed. She reapplied my blind fold and quickly sat me down on the seat between her and Aunt Rosalie. My aunts gossiped with each other the entire trip. Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie seemed especially interested in the dating scene amongst the wolves, and Aunt Leah seemed happy to have some non-Quileutes to share her gossip with.
About 30 minutes later, Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie removed my blindfold.
"We are almost there, I need to freshen your make up," Aunt Alice said. Both she and Aunt Rosalie began applying copious amounts of foundation, powder, eye shadow, eyeliner, blush, and perfume to me. They teased out my curls, so that my hair was huge. Even though I wanted to see where we were going, the rush of brushes and cosmetic products at my face was blinding, and I still didn't have a clear lead on where we were heading.
"Take a look, we're all finished," Aunt Rosalie announced gleefully, and handed me a compact. When I looked in the mirror I didn't recognize myself, and not in a good way. I looked really, really trashy. My makeup was too dark, my hair was tease up and out, and I thought that I looked like a prostitute.
"What were you planning to do, push me out of the car by the docks and see if I could earn enough money to get home," I scoffed.
"You look perfect for where we are going," Aunt Alice replied, ignoring my negative attitude.
"That is what scares me," I replied.
The limo pulled into the parking lot of "Chubby's Male and Female Review." I recognized that we were now in one of the seedier parts of Seattle. The club was sectioned off with two separate entrances, one that said "For those Seeking Females," the second on the far end of the building said, "For those Seeking Males."
"You brought me to a strip club," I asked incredulously. Aunt Rosalie and Aunt Leah just nodded.
Aunt Alice replied, "Come now Nessie, this is going to be fun for all of us. Just relax. Uncle Jasper will be right out here in the limo if anyone gets out of hand with you." She then grabbed my arm and pulled me, reluctantly into the club. I pulled out my latest fake ID from Mr. Jenks, and headed into the club.
I was somewhat amazed by what I saw when we entered. There were greasy looking men, wearing nothing but Speedos, walking around waiting tables. There was a large stage in the front of the room, where a man was dressed like a cowboy, and was dancing around to "Save a Horse, Ride a Cow Boy." Instead of wearing jeans under his chaps like a real cowboy would, he wore a thong, which revealed his large member and his ample ass. He continued to strip his clothes off to the song, and hump the stage, until he was completely naked. He was only the second man that I had ever seen completely naked, and well, he had nothing on my Jacob.
I felt embarrassed. I felt like just looking at other men was cheating on Jacob. I wanted to run.
"Knock it off Nessie," Aunt Alice hissed, "stop being such a prude." She then continued to drag me by my wrist toward a table in the front row.
"It's too bad we can't get her drunk," Aunt Leah said as she rolled her eyes, "Maybe then she'd lighten up."
"Aunt Leah," I snapped. She just rolled her eyes.
The next dancer, who came out, was dressed like a police officer, and the song that came on was "Y.M.C.A." by the Village People. Aunt Alice began waving a $1000 bill over her head, and motioned for the dancer to come towards us. The dancer quickly spotted the money.
"Officer, this in my niece Nessie, and she has been bad, she has been very, very bad," she shouted loud enough so that everyone in the club heard her over the music. I felt my cheeks flush red.
The office grabbed both of my wrists and pulled me up toward the stage, as Aunt Alice, pushed me up on to the stage. All of a sudden, I was pushed into a tall backed wooden chair, and I was being strapped to the arms of the chair with handcuffs. Although my half-vampire strength could have easily snapped the handcuffs, it would have meant exposure. So I was forced to sit there and bear it. First he threw his hat off, and Aunt Alice caught it and began to hoot and holler. Next he stripped his shirt off, and oil was all over the muscles of his chest. He rubbed his chest against my back. Then he walked around to the front of the stage, in front of where I was strapped to the chair. He continued to gyrate toward me, sticking his ass toward my face, as he then in one swoop pulled his pants completely off, revealing a black Speedo. His legs were also all greasy. He began to straddle on top of me, and grind himself on me. I felt my cheeks blush from pink to burning hot read. I closed my eyes from embarrassment. Luckily the song ended, and I was released, and returned to my aunts, whom were hysterical laughing.
"That was humiliating," I yelled at them as I returned to the table, "Can we go now, you've all had your fun at my expense, can I just go home to Jacob now."
"No Nessie, you have one more thing that you have to do before we go. We all chipped in and bought you some time in the Champagne Room," Aunt Alice said.
"What's the Champagne Room," I asked, with fear flooding my voice.
"It's where you get to have some private time with one of the dancers," Aunt Alice said. She then motioned for me to follow the dancer who had just grinded against me, "This nice officer is going to bring you upstairs so that you can meet with a special dancer all by yourself."
I shook my head and stomped my foot in protest, "No, no way. Just let me get home to Jacob, please."
"After this Nessie, I promise, just go along with it," Aunt Alice said as she giggled.
Against my will, again, the dancer dragged me, as Aunt Alice pushed me, toward the back of the club. We went through a doorway behind the bar, and entered a long line of closed door cubicles. There was a lot of moaning and screams of ecstasy coming from the closed cubicles.
Aunt Alice and the dancer pushed me into an empty cubicle, and then told me to sit down on the bench, which resembled something from a doctor's office, as it was covered in paper. As they left me, they turned the lights off, locking me in and leaving me in complete darkness.
I sat there for a few minutes and began trembling. I didn't want anyone to touch me except for my Jacob. I wanted to bolt, and I was locked in. It was bringing back memories of what happened with Nahuel, and I felt tears beginning to brim up in my eyelids. They had not spilled over on to my cheeks, when I heard the door, open and close very quickly. I could see the outline of a tall man, standing near the door. I decided to take evasive action.
"Excuse me sir, I am sure that my aunt paid you a lot of money for you to spend this time with me, but I really do not want to do this. I am engaged, and I really love my fiancée, and I do not want anyone else to touch me, or dance with me, or whatever else it is that you are supposed to do in here…" I was cut off and I heard a familiar voice.
"Nessie, is that you?"
"Jacob," I said questioningly.
The lights came on suddenly, and I heard my Aunt Alice giggling on the other side of the door. "You two have an hour, make the best of it," she said.
Jacob stood before me in tight leather pants, and a tight black t-shirt. He looked so good, and I was so relieved it was him.
"Thank God it was you," I said as I threw myself across the room at him, and wrapped my arms and legs around him. He quickly threw me down across the bench, and moaned in my ear.
"I'm glad it was you too. They were all being so pushy. I don't want there to be any secrets between us Nessie, they paid for me to have a lap dance. I didn't enjoy it. Then they shoved me in here and told me I was going to have private time with a stripper," he moaned into my ear.
"My aunts did the same things to me. I felt so weird Jacob. I just wanted to be with you."
"Well now, we have each other," he whispered into my ear. He kissed me gently, and then licked my bottom lip, seeking entry to my mouth. I willingly gave it to him. As I gasped for air, he kissed his way up to my ear, and circled it with his tongue. He nibbled it, and then he whispered into my ear "You look so fucking hot."
"My aunts made me put this on."
"Remind me to thank you Aunt's later," he replied.
I pulled his shirt off of him, and made my way to the waistband of his pants. He quickly shrugged out of his pants and boxers, exposing his large erection. He quickly, forcefully, grabbed the laces on my bustier, and pulled them through completely, and ripped the shirt from my body. He then pulled the knee high red leather boots from my body, followed by the black leather pants. He left my sheer bra and panties on me.
"I hope that you have more of these," He said as he snapped my bra strap, "I really like these."
"I am sure that can be arranged," I moaned. My underwear was almost instantly on the floor.
He pulled my body down so that my legs were over his shoulders, and he was standing at the edge of the table. He leaned down and began licking, kissing, nibbling my clitoris, as two of his fingers into my core, and I began to trust against them. He twisted his fingers up toward my bundle of nerves, and I screamed his name out in pleasure.
"How does that feel Nessie," he asked me, in his sexiest, huskiest voice.
"Oh my, Jacob, it feels so good, but..." I moaned.
"But," he sounded perplexed.
"But I want all of you inside of me."
"What part of me do you want inside you," he said coyly.
"Your cock, your large hard cock," I yelled out as my eyes rolled back in my head.
He entered me hard, and forcefully. He began thrusting quickly, and I felt myself dripping wet from him.
"Who's the only man who can do this to you," he grunted out as he thrust forcefully inside me.
"You Jacob, now and always, only you," I moaned.
"Did that sweaty dancer make you wet," he grunted into my ear, as he continued to thrust in me.
"No Jacob, never anyone but you," I moaned.
"You're mine Nessie, I'm yours and you are mine," Jacob groaned into my ear.
"Jacob, I love you, you are mine, my one and only. I never want anyone but you," I screamed out, as I was approaching my climax.
"I am so glad that I waited for you. You are my everything. I couldn't be with anyone but you ever."
"I'm gonnna cum, Jacob, I'm, I'm"
"Cum for me Nessie, I'm ready too."
We came together, and he collapsed on top of me on the table. We suddenly heard a knock on the door, and a loud booming male voice say "Five Minutes."
Jacob helped me to get dressed. In stead of trying to re-lace the bustier, Jacob let me where his T-Shirt, which hung on me like a dress, but I still put my underwear and pants back on. I really didn't want to put those red boots back on, so Jacob carried me out of the club and into the limo, where my aunts and Uncle Jasper were waiting for us.
They all laughed at us hardily as Jacob laid me on the back seat of the limo. I am sure that they talked about us the whole way home, but Jacob and I kissed the entire way, so that is all I remember.