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Bella's POV
The weddings were planned for tomorrow evening, and the night after. Tonight was the joint bachelorette party for the very wild Chelsea and tame Tanya. That's right, Tanya, is tame—very tame compared to Chelsea. I found out that Chelsea is twenty-two like me. She was old, very old, I mean before Christ was born old. In fact, she was born in 1100 B.C. She had a joie de vivre that sustained her and she was curious, very, very curious. Chelsea was extremely pretty. She was about an inch or two shorter than me, with dark brown hair, and twinkling eyes. She had a very petite, hourglass frame. I kind of felt bad for Esme, Chelsea was a knockout while Esme was, well, there was a matronly air about her.
We were in a party limo, cruising up and down the strip, headed for Sapphire where we had VIP seating in the very front row for 'Men: The Show' courtesy of Claude-concierge extraordinaire. We were shown to our seats and we immediately started ordering drinks. Rosalie told them to just keep bringing the Patron. Shit, tequila, I get a bit crazy with that.
The show started and the men started dancing. No one could really compare to Rex, but we'd have to make do with what was presented to us. Chelsea, who had never seen Rex the Sex in action, was jumping up and down, and squealing at the sight of the men.
We were downing shots, left and right, by the time the last act was announced, "Ladies, Ladies, Ladies...I know you've been waiting all night for him...I have the pleasure of presenting to you...the one...the only...the incomparable...THE CAPTAIN!"
"Huh?" Our entire table fixed our eyes on the stage.
There, smack dab, in army fatigues, was Claude's life partner and my personal, fantasy, sex god, Tony the Concierge. Fuck me. I think I just came in my panties. Tanya's jaw was pretty much dragging on the floor and Rose was hanging onto my arm for dear life, fanning herself. Nine Inch Nail's 'Closer' started playing, and I zipped in front of the stage at vampire speed and started screaming my head off.
Rose was right behind me. "Sis, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I want him!"
"No shit. Oh my God!"
Our entire table was lining the stage, and screaming for The Captain, before the human girls even had a chance to leave their seats.
I waved ten one hundred dollar bills in front of his face and shoved them all in between my breasts. Tony leaned down and picked them each out, one by one, with his teeth. "Hello, Mrs. Whitlock."
"Hello Tony. I mean, Captain," I gushed.
"Why don't you join me up on stage?" Holy hell, velvety smooth cum inducing voice. Claude sure is a lucky man.
Tony pulled me up onto the stage and because I'm a total bitch, I threw my physical shield up around my sisters so they couldn't get through. "Bella! Bella!" they shouted while pounding on the invisible barrier. They just looked like they were doing fist pumps at a rock concert.
"Why you little bitch! Take that fucking shield down so I can get to him," Tanya yelled.
"Isabella Marie Swan Piper Whitlock, let me the fuck out!" a savage Charlotte screamed. "Do you hear me? This is your step-great grandmother talking. Now, I want a piece of that man that you're...fuck me, Jasper's going to kill you!"
"Jasper? You're worried about Jasper? What the fuck am I going to say to Rex?" Tanya seemed frazzled.
I used some of the moves that Rex and I learned in our exotic dancing class and moved seductively along with The Captain to the rhythm of the music. Hey, I knew the guy batted solidly for the other team, but that didn't mean that I couldn't play with him while he was pretending to be straight. I mean, hot is hot, right?
"So, are you a real captain?" I asked the hunk of sex in front of me.
"Actually, I am. I retired three years ago. Claude's a retired corporal. After his original four year enlistment, he enrolled at the same college as me. We met at freshman orientation. We started talking and he found out I was in the ROTC program, that's when he told me that he had just gotten off active duty and was in reserve status for the next four years during college. He became a concierge after he graduated, while I had to serve out my time in the army. ROTC is good because your first commission is as an officer. We've been together for seventeen years now."
"Oh...he's so lucky." Oh, motherfucker, the Captain can be my commanding officer anytime. I bet that's how he and Claude play in bed.
"Nah, I'm the lucky one," he said, as he flipped me over so that I was facing him on my knees, staring at his extremely well endowed member. "Claude is sensitive, trustworthy, beautiful—everything you desire in a husband."
"Mmm...sounds like mine," I cooed as I removed his pants seductively like I was shown in class.
"Hey, you're pretty good at this Mrs. Whitlock. Are you a professional?"
"I've been well trained by my husband," I answered, referring to Rex. I slowly gyrated my hips as I pulled myself up.
"Oh, your husband is gorgeous. You must sink your teeth right into him."
"Oh, I do. I do." Yep, I just sunk my teeth into Jasper's neck earlier today, but what I'd like to do is sink my teeth into your...
The Captain pulled me up to his chest. I shimmied one leg up along his leg, he caught on to what I was doing and grabbed my thigh, while he held onto my arched back. I caught sight of my sisters.
"You little, fucking bitch! I swear to God, Sissy! You'd better release me from this shield and share the living Eros with me!" Rosie yelled.
"I swear, I'm going to spank you when you get back down here!" Gianna assured me.
"Ooh! Will you spank me, too?" Chelsea asked. "Bella, you should lick him. I'd lick him."
"Bella! I am so telling Rex!" Tanya shouted. "He's going to be upset that his Stripper Wifey is having an affair."
"And I'm telling Jasper and Peter, you little tart!" Charlotte added.
"So, do you enjoy being a concierge, Captain."
"Yes, especially when guests like you and Mr. Whitlock are put in my charge, Mrs. Whitlock."
"Call me, Bella," I breathed.
"Bella." Oh, yes, say it again baby. "You do meet a lot of interesting clientele in Las Vegas, Bella."
"Oh, yeah, I heard from Claude that he once had to deliver clothes to the parking lot at the Forum Shops, apparently there was a naked man receiving oral favors from two nude women. They were completely oblivious to the fact that Claude was even there."
"Oh, I know. You mean the crazy blonde trio—the blonde man with the bushy pubes and the two women—one platinum blonde, and the other a strawberry blonde, by the dumpster. They're part of Las Vegas legend now." Gotcha.
"Is that so?" I smiled at Tony, then smirked pointedly at Char and Tanya.
"You know, Char, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
"You're right, Tanya. Bella's just dancing with The Captain, anyhow. No harm done."
The song ended and I gave The Captain a peck on the cheek, and thanked him for the dance. "I'll be down to party with you girls in a minute."
My sisters all started screaming in joy and rushed back to our table. I explained that Tony was the concierge at our hotel, gay, and the husband of Claude—the concierge at the Forum Shops.
"Well, shit, when I booked the show, it said that the men walk around after the show and do lap dances and what not for us for tips. We can also use them for body shots," Char stated.
"Ladies, get your cash out. We're reserving The Captain for us exclusively," Rose said definitively.
The Captain must have made at least ten grand off of us—five off of Rosalie alone. I didn't go for a lap dance, but all of my sisters did. I wanted to savor my scintillating sex dance that I had with the Greek statue.
At two am, Sapphire closed. We climbed back into the party limo and had the driver take us to a nightclub called Surrender, where we partied until the 4am closing time. After that, he dropped us off at our respective hotels, where I was looking forward to surrendering to my personal commanding officer, Major Jasper Whitlock.
Jasper's POV
Carlisle and Rex's bachelor party was crazy. We went to the Palomino Club, the oldest strip joint in Las Vegas—it was grandfathered in when the laws were changed so it was the only one that allowed full nudity. Peter, Emmett, and I have been going there since it opened in 1969. After getting liquored up and paying for a mess of lap dances, the six of us headed to The Playboy Club for some gambling, some more drinking, and some bunnies.
We had just settled in for drinks. We were hanging out with some cute bunnies when Felix started pointing to the entrance excitedly. "Guys! Ashlay Bendover just walked in—look!"
"Come to Daddy, baby," Pete muttered under his breath. He was completely obsessed with Ashlay Bendover flicks, actually, so was Emmett.
"What are we going to do? What if she recognizes us?" Carlisle said. Fuck.
"You're fine because you don't look like you anymore, but Emmett and I are..."
"Emmett Cullen? Jasper Hale? Do you remember me? I'm Lauren, Lauren Mallory."
"Of course we remember you. How are you?" I asked.
"Great. Oh, and it's Lauren Fuchs now." Seriously? That's her last name?
"I thought your last name was Bendover," Pete stated.
"Ashlay Bendover is just my industry name. I see you've seen my films."
"I'm a fan. Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure."
"Anyway, I'm married now. My husband is...oh, there he is...Eugene, come meet some friends of mine from high school." A short, balding man with horrific allergies walked to Lauren's side. "Eugene, these are my friends, Jasper Hale and Emmett Cullen, and their friends. Jasper and Emmett, this is the love of my life Eugene Fuchs."
Emmett and I shook Eugene's hand.
"Would you mind if we joined you?" Lauren asked with a smile. "I'd love to catch up."
"Sure, have a seat." I motioned to Lauren and Eugene to sit down. Pete patted the spot next to him for Lauren. "Let me introduce you to everyone, this is my cousin, Peter Piper, our friends Felix Goodwin and Rex Fantasia, and this is Emmett's cousin, Kenny Cullen."
"Good to meet you all. So, how is your family doing? Are you married?"
"Yes, Emmett married Rosalie and I ended up marrying Bella Swan."
"Oh, how is she? Did she turn out beautiful? I never really liked her in high school, but that was because I was immature and jealous about her dating Edward, but he turned out to be a dick, didn't he? If you had seen her after he left, you would know what I mean. The only way a girl can become that depressed is if a guy dumped her and said nasty shit to her. Personally, I think he did a number on her confidence. Anyway, I always thought that Bella would become a knockout if she worked out and brushed her hair."
"Oh, Bella's a looker," Felix confirmed. "She still doesn't brush her hair, though; but my wife takes a brush to it, even if she's kicking and screaming."
"Good. Is Bella here in Las Vegas? I'd love to see her. I want to apologize to her for being such a bitch in high school. I believe in karma and I think it's a good idea to apologize for any past wrongdoings."
"Uh, yeah, she's here, so is Rose. They're having a bachelorette party for Rex and Kenny's fiancees right now."
"Awesome. Maybe we can meet tomorrow morning around ten. Come to the G-Suite at this hotel."
"Sure, Bella will be there," Pete answered quickly. "I'll bring her personally—even if I have to carry her in."
"Thank you! Oh, Eugene, here's your inhaler—are you okay? He has asthma."
I can't believe she's married to this guy. She must really love him. I tuned in to Lauren's feelings and all I felt was love and concern for her husband. I also felt genuine feelings of honesty coming from her towards all of us. Wow, has she changed since high school.
"So, what do you do for work?"
"I'm a professor at NYU and Jasper's in international finance."
"That's awesome. How are your brother and sister, Edward and Alice, doing?"
"Edward is fine, he and Mike Newton run a business together. Do you remember him?"
"Oh, yeah, I remember Mike. He's very...how should I put this...well, he'd do well in the adult film industry." Lauren got a faraway look on her face.
"Mike?" we all asked at once. We were all completely flummoxed by that statement.
"Oh, yeah, he's very well hung, and he can go on and on in bed. He can also cum on demand. We were um, friends, for a while, then he suddenly disappeared."
"He's married to my sister, Alice," Emmett informed her.
"You're fucking with me? I hope she's changed for Mike's sake. She looked like a boy in drag and she was annoying as hell. I never understood why you were with her, Jasper. I think Bella Swan is a much better choice. In any case, she had the best tits at Forks High School, she just needed to work on her posture. Anyway, I can get her into my line of work if she ever needs a job."
Fuck no. "Don't look so excited. It ain't happening, ever," I whispered to Rex and Felix who looked excited at the prospect.
"So, what do you do for work, Eugene?" I asked.
"I'm a gynecologist here in Las Vegas." No way! I wonder if he gives his wife her checkups. I bet he does.
"Oh, really? I'm into medicine myself," Carlisle said. Clearly, his interest was immediately sparked. He and Eugene started talking about medical stuff.
Around four am, we called it a night and everyone went back to their hotel rooms. I decided to walk back to the Bellagio, thinking that I should probably give Bella a thorough physical exam. As soon as I closed the door to the villa, my pants were ripped off of me and I was buried deep inside of a drunk and lusty Maharani Sucks A Lot's mouth. She must have been drinking Patron all night. Okay, I guess I'll settle for giving her an oral exam.
Ten am...
Bella and I forced ourselves out of bed about fifteen minutes ago, got dressed, and made our way over to the Palms Hotel to meet Lauren and her husband. We didn't have time for showers, so we still reeked heavily of sex. She was an animal last night, she kept wanting me to be her commanding officer in the army. Fuck, that was fun. I took her in every room of the villa—including the sauna and the massage room.
Everyone was waiting for us in the lobby. We all smelled like walking sex. Apparently, we were just waiting on Carlisle and Chelsea.
"Jasper, what the hell is going on with the women?" Rex pulled me aside, and asked in a whisper. "Tanya kept calling me 'Captain' all night. Then, when I listened into everyone else's lovemaking, I realized that Rose and Char kept referring to their mates as 'Captain', too. Now, Char I can understand, Pete is the Captain. Then, there was Gianna, she kept purring 'Capitano, Capitano' to Felix in Italian."
"Nope, that didn't happen to me. Bella kept calling me Major all night, but that's pretty normal, when she wants to be dominated."
Carlisle showed up with Chelsea hanging all over him and murmuring, "I can't wait to get back to our suite, Captain Cullen."
We knocked on the door of the G-suite, a man answered it. He put his finger to his lips as he let us in.
"Okay, one more time, lights, camera, action!" a man in a director's chair called. Ashlay Bendover was currently bent over a chaise lounge with some guy pounding into her from behind. All of us guys moved up front so that we could get a closer look, just in case they asked us to critique the acting. Our women were watching the scene with stunned expressions on their faces. Well, everyone except for Chelsea that is—she eagerly took in the scene in front of us.
"Shit man! My dick's getting all hard," Peter whispered. "This is art."
"Oh, yeah, fine art," Carlisle agreed.
"Cut!" the director yelled. "That was perfect! Twenty minute coffee break and it's back to work everyone."
Chelsea jumped up and down. "My turn, my turn, I want a turn!"
I saw Bella and Rose grab Carlisle's personal nut job, and put her firmly in between them.
"Well, hello, sweetheart," the director said to Chelsea. Then, he zoomed in on Bella and Rose. "Wow, Ashlay—you didn't tell me your friends were this beautiful. Have you girls ever been on camera?"
"Uh-huh, one time, Heidi and I made an amateur black and white film called, 'A Romp in an Unused Bed With Felix' just for fun. We used Marcus' bed because, well, someone had to use it."
"Bastardo!" Gianna slapped Felix across his cheek.
"It was before you were even born, darling," Felix defended himself.
Lauren approached the director with a robe on. "Rich, they're here to see me. Fuck off."
The director shirked away. "Bella, Rose—so good to see you." She hugged them both. "You both look beautiful."
"Thank you, you look great, too," Bella said.
"Oh, I have a great plastic surgeon. Who does your work?" Bella and Rose still looked like they were in their early twenties rather than their mid-thirties.
"Um, a Dr. Tony Claude in Bellagio, Italy," my wife answered quickly.
"Wow! He does really good work."
"Oh, yes, yes he does," Bella breathed.
"Mmm...I agree," Rose moaned. She actually moaned.
"What the fuck, bro?" Emmett asked in confusion.
"I'll explain later."
I'm snapping that fucking concierge's neck before we leave. I don't give a fuck if he's Claude's husband. God damn, motherfucking...the last time she lusted this much over a guy was when Rex was human.
Lauren apologized to Bella about her behavior in high school. Bella thanked her and told her not to worry about it, because it's all in the past. They exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers. Lauren also promised to send each of us guys an autographed copy of her latest DVD—which she's filming now. Pete pulled his pants down and had Ashlay Bendover autograph her name on his ass with a hot pink Sharpie. After that, we all left so Lauren could get back to work. In any case, we had a wedding to prepare for, and I had to fuck any thought of Tony the concierge out of my wife.
At seven pm, we were all gathered at the Graceland Wedding Chapel, wearing suits and dresses, waiting for Chelsea to walk down the aisle. I was standing up front by the altar, next to Carlisle, who was standing next to an Elvis impersonator who had his eyes fixed on Bella's tits. Shit, she looks hot. She was wearing a hot pink cocktail dress or whatever the hell you call them. I didn't care, it was silk, sexy, and her twins were calling out to me saying, "Play with us, Major. Play with us all night long."
After Carlisle and Chelsea both said, "I do" and the perverted Elvis impersonator planted a fat kiss on the bride's lips, the two newlyweds went off to start their honeymoon back in the Barbie Suite. They said they'd meet us tomorrow for Rex and Tanya's wedding at A Little White Chapel, which was—ironically, where Bella and I got married. They were getting married inside instead of outside, though—and no Elvis either. They were having a more traditional wedding ceremony.
Chelsea didn't want any pomp. She wanted a more whimsical wedding. Carlisle didn't give a shit either way, he just wanted to tie the knot. So, they went for the very cliché Elvis wedding in Las Vegas. It's funny because I would have thought that, of all people, Carlisle would have gone for the traditional ceremony—he sure has changed a lot.
With Carlisle and Chelsea off screwing each other, the rest of us had the night free. It was a beautiful evening and only eight pm so we decided to stroll up and down the Las Vegas Strip and hit a few casinos. True to Peter's prediction, Felix hit it big when he won twenty thousand dollars on a slot machine, which he, in turn, gambled playing roulette. He won close to six hundred thousand dollars and asked if I could build it up for him when we returned home.
While the rest of us were at the casinos, Bella and Rex—both of whom weren't huge gamblers, went to the buffet at Circus Circus to try to find a human food that was palatable to them. We all told them not to, but did they listen? Nope! They spent the hour before meeting us puking in one of the bathrooms at Circus Circus. Someone reported that a couple got food poisoning from the buffet, and the health inspectors came and shut it down.
At around eleven pm, we headed to XS, the nightclub at the Encore. We were all ready for a night of dancing. With a hefty tip, we were able to walk right in, and secure VIP seating. We immediately ordered their bottle service so that we would get bottles of Jack Daniels and Patron delivered to us continuously.
The club was hip and modern and so was the crowd. There were beautiful mosaics on the wall and there were golden, nude statues of women, and stripper poles galore. The design and décor were based on the curves of the female body so it was truly sinuous in look. Of course, when I think of the word sinuous, I think of my mate; but not tonight—she and Rex were sprawled out on a single sofa clutching onto their stomachs because the idiots still had human food to bring up. I swear to God, for two intelligent vampires, those two can bring brainless to a new level at times. It's kind of like that ridiculous Lamaze class they took. What the heck was the purpose in that?
The rest of us were dancing and having a grand old time. We noticed the cocktail waitress bringing a bottle of pink stuff out to our table. Rex and Bella must have ordered some kind of fancy drink. The girls all rushed back to the table excitedly. We went too. We got there just as Bella swigged half of the bottle and passed it to Rex.
"You two could have shared, you know!" Rose said, angrily.
"It's Pepto-Bismol," Rex said.
"Ew! I remember that from when I was human. Hey, why are you two even taking that? Medicine doesn't work on vampires. Pepto Bismol is so vile!"
"Exactly." Rex and Bella both rushed to the bathroom to upchuck. Rex came out a few minutes later looking completely refreshed. Bella was still inside. I decided to go and wait for her by the ladies room. After a couple of minutes, she bounded out looking revitalized.
"The attendant had mouthwash so I was able to rinse my mouth out. Phew! I'm never eating human food again!"
"Never say never, babe. Come on, I want to dance with you. I've missed you all night."
"Me too, Jasper. I love you."
"I love you, too, Bella."
We danced to a couple of songs on the dance floor, then went back to sit with everyone at our table. A thoroughly drunk Gianna was spinning on the stripper pole in our VIP area. She was actually pretty good. Nowhere near as good as Bella, but, then again, I was biased in my opinion. Gianna sat down and it was Tanya's turn. Oh, now that's bad. Rex wasn't kidding. She really can't dance. She looks like she's doing the robot on a stripper pole.
A velvety voice could be heard coming from behind us, "Would you care to dance, Bella?"
Aw, hell, no! Since when does Tony call my wife by her first name? That's pretty unprofessional, if you ask me.
"Absolutely, Tony," Bella replied, breathlessly. I could instantly smell the arousal of every single woman in our party.
"Say what?" Rex, who was listening attentively to the interaction yelled. "Wifey, what the hell d..."
He stopped abruptly and gulped. Tony was staring at him in abject shock. "Rex?"
Rex couldn't answer him. He was stunned silent. He just gazed straight into Tony's eyes. His human eyes. Tony spoke again, "I thought you were dead. I went to your funeral. Mom and Dad were devastated. What the hell? You look young. You..."
Tony ran his hand down Rex's cheek, "You're cold. Bella's cold too. You haven't aged a bit. You still look like you're in your twenties. You should be forty-two!"
Okay, what the fuck is going on and how come he knows that my woman is cold?
"Say something!" Tony yelled pounding on Rex's chest. I heard a bone crack.
"Tony, what's going on? Are you okay, honey." Claude ran up to us. "Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock, I...Tony, what's wrong?"
"We need to go somewhere private to talk. All of us," Rex finally spoke. I nodded to him, then called the waiter, and closed out the tab. Rex had a serious and dazed expression on his face. He put an arm around Tanya, and one around Bella, and held them close to him. One was his mate, the other his best friend, sister, and closest confidant; he needed them both. Char told me that Rex and Bella had a very close sibling bond. Not as close as the one Bella shared with Rosalie, that bond couldn't even be described with just one word; but extremely close and getting closer by the day.
We all went back to the Palms Hotel and gathered in the living room of the suite that everyone was staying in. It was the best place to go because we'd have to call Carlisle to get Tony's hand looked at. I'll say one thing, the guy was a tough motherfucker. He wasn't complaining of the pain at all.
"Well?" Tony demanded. Rex seemed to be contemplating what to say. "Come on! I deserve an answer! You tell me why my supposedly dead, big brother is walking the earth! Tell me!"
Oh fuck. His brother? Uh-oh.
Rex looked to Tanya and Bella for help. Tanya, who was horrific in crisis situations, simply pulled Rex closer to her. She looked pleadingly at my wife.
"Tony, Rex did die thirteen years ago, but he was given a new life," Bella explained.
"What kind of life? What are you saying? I mean, Rex, you haven't aged a bit, you're a little paler, but not so much, your skin is ice cold and it's hard, but smooth—like a granite kitchen countertop."
Yep, this guy's a fag for sure. Our skin isn't usually compared to a cooking surface.
"Your eye color has changed. They're gold, all of your eyes are gold, in fact. Otherwise, you look the same, but the thing is, you should be seven years older than me. You should be forty-two. Now, I look older than you."
"I'm a vampire," Rex answered, simply.
Tony and Claude stared at us in abject shock. Claude was the first to recover. "You're all vampires. I've noticed, throughout the years, that Mrs. Whitlock hasn't changed at all. In fact, she looks younger and healthier with her spray tan than when I first encountered her thirteen years ago with Mr. Whitlock. The dumpster blow job trio look exactly the same—with the exception of their spray tans, as well."
Tanya pinched the bridge of her nose, Char looked up towards the ceiling, and Peter slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. Everyone else stared wide-eyed at the three of them. Bella and I started cracking up.
"Well, at least you aged well," Tony said, then he tumbled into Rex's arms for a hug. The two were sobbing—one with tears, the other without.
"I missed you, kid."
"I missed you, too. It was the worst day of my life when I found out you had died. It was right before I was shipped off to Iraq. Claude remembers. I was already with him back then, but I hadn't come out yet. I've gotta call everyone and tell them."
"You can't," Rex stated.
"What? Why not? Troy misses you, man. Whenever I see him, we go out for drinks at Murphy's, and I end up having to carry him home because he's drunk himself into oblivion reminiscing about you."
Claude spoke, "Think about it, honey. If the world found out that vampires actually exist, what would happen?"
I think Tony realized what Claude was saying. We all helped by explaining the nature of vampires and what would happen if the Volturi were ever to find out that humans knew of our existence. After that, we chatted and got to know each other on a more personal level.
"So, you were both in the army?" I asked.
"Yes, I was a Corporal while Tony was a Captain." I noticed that the women all had guilty expressions on their faces, all except for my wife—she had her poker face on.
"So, Jasper, were you an exotic dancer at one point? Bella said that you taught her those moves."
"Oh, she did, did she? When did you dance with her?"
Bella had her fist shoved in her mouth. Her poker face was gone and replaced with an anxious one.
"Last night at Tanya and Chelsea's bachelorette party. She and I did a one on one dance onstage to 'Closer.' The manager wants to hire her."
"The wife's not available!" Rex snapped, then faced Bella. "You and I are gonna talk later."
"Hang on, I thought she was married to Jasper."
"She is. Hey, I'm marrying Tanya tomorrow. Do you and Claude want to come to my wedding? It's at six pm at A Little White Chapel."
"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Tony smiled, then winced in pain. I think his hand was bothering him. Emmett ran down to get Carlisle. A robe clad Carlisle and Chelsea came thundering into the suite.
"Will one of you run to a twenty-four hour pharmacy and pick up some medical tape for me. I'll write down the type. I also need a splint and a sling."
I volunteered to go with Bella. It was only a mile away so we walked. "Alright, spill. How come you and the girls suddenly know all about Tony, and what happened at the bachelorette party?"
"Did you enjoy the full nudity and lap dances at the bachelor's party the other night?" How the fuck did she know?
"You know something, you don't have to tell me about the bachelorette party. As long as you had fun, that's all that matters to me."
"Me too, Major." Ha ha, my mate called me Major all night last night. I, at least, know she was thinking about me, and only me, when we made love—not the Captain.
"Jasper, what are we going to do about Tony and Claude knowing what we are?" Bella asked on our way back to the hotel.
"We'll have to figure it out. I'm still a little worried about the Volturi finding out, even if Chelsea messed with their bonds so that their concentration is focused on each other. Also, if Maria finds out, he can be used against us. We're good for now, though."
Bella got a worried expression on her face. I knew she was anxious about facing Maria, but it had to be done. I knew better than to bet against Sush and Peter both. Bella had confided in me, Edward, Rose, and Rex about how frightened she was. The four of us were trying our best to keep her spirits up. Bella had taken a big step and made amends with Esme and Alistair. She did this because she knew that the family had to be whole and together when we faced Maria. She had settled into a civil relationship with them, everyone else soon followed. While their relationship with Esme and Alistair couldn't be deemed as close, they could all stand to be in the same room as them for brief periods of time. None of them really talked to the pair, Char said that their bond with them was that of a business acquaintance—someone that you know and work with when necessary, but didn't bond with on a personal level. Bella's relationship with Esme was just a smidgen closer, but not at the level of friend and confidante. She was actually a bit closer to Alistair at this point, probably because the guy was actually interesting.
We returned to the suite with the supplies, and Carlisle worked on setting Tony's hand for him. He was lucky that he was such a strong fucker because he only suffered from a boxer's break at the end of his pinky's metacarpal bone.
Rex was chuckling that Tony couldn't throw a punch to save his life.
Claude agreed, "That's what I always say, he can't even form a proper fist. We were in a barfight during college, and I had to work double-time to knock out everyone around us because he wasn't any help at all." I was trying to picture the world's best concierge in a fist fight. He seemed so refined and delicate. I had to admit that he was in top shape, though.
"That's cause my mom always babied me, plus I had my seven big brothers to defend me," Tony stated.
"There are more of you?" Chelsea asked with a hopeful glint in her eyes. Didn't she just get married?
"Yeah, but they're all married."
"Actually, Tony and Rex are the two best looking men out of all of the brothers. It's as if they sucked the hot genes out of everyone," Claude explained. "Their brother Troy is the spitting image of a bulldog. He looks scary, but he's one of the nicest men you could ever meet, though."
"Nah, it's cause we take after our mom. She was a looker when she was young."
We all talked a bit more. Claude and Tony actually fell asleep on the sofa. Bella and I returned to the Bellagio to chill for a bit.
"You're not going to start calling me Captain now, are you Bella?"
Bella kissed me deeply and with all of the feeling of love that she felt for me. "Now, why would I do that? Doesn't a major outrank a captain?"
"Always," I replied.
"Always," Bella confirmed and kissed me again. We took a dip in our private pool and made love in the moonlight until the sun came up. The sun was blazing out so we were confined to the hotel until twilight, unless by some miracle, the day became overcast. Around noon time, we called Claude. Our trusty concierge, who was suddenly family, answered right away.
"How can I help you guys?" He was a lot less formal now.
"We've got a bit of a problem. Bella and I had appointments at the salon at The Palms Hotel with everyone else so we could get ready for the wedding, but the sun is out so we called and cancelled because there's no way we'd make it out without sparkling. The problem is..."
"You need an appointment at the salon at the Bellagio?"
"Exactly." Man, this dude's perceptive.
"I'll take care of it. Tony's at the hotel until 3pm, I'll have him handle it."
"Thanks."
"No problem, I'll see you later this evening."
I ended the call. Bella looked up at me with a grimace. "I don't get why we have to do the whole beauty salon thing for the wedding. It's such a pain in the ass."
"Hey, I'm with you right there and so is Tanya. It's actually Rex's request, you know how high maintenance he is."
"Yeah, between him and Riley, I don't know who's worse."
"Edward," I answered.
"You're right."
There was a knock on our door and I smelled Tony behind it. I opened it and let him inside. "Sit down, take a break," I offered. "How's your hand?"
"Painful. I'm just glad that it's Friday because I have the weekends off. Claude called and said that you needed salon appointments. Do you want them to come to your room or do you want to go to the salon?"
"Either."
"Here's the thing, I don't recommend the salon here. It's expensive, the stylists all have sticks up their asses, and they suck. Do you want to go to my salon? I'm heading there as soon as I finish at 3pm. They do great work and they're cheap. You two can just bring your wedding outfits along and change at my house after and we can go to the wedding together."
"There's only one problem, we can't be out in the sun."
"Leave that to me."
"Okay, we'll do it your way, then."
At 3pm, Tony came to get us. He led us out into the covered garage through the employee doors. "Can you drive a stick shift?"
"Yeah, why?" That's an odd question.
"Good, cause my hand hurts and I'm having trouble shifting. I barely made it to work this morning."
I took the keys from him and hopped into his Volkswagen Jetta. He handed me sunglasses and a baseball hat. Bella had already covered herself in a scarf and had dark sunglasses on. I pulled into a strip mall in a seedy part of Las Vegas well away from the touristy areas. An hour and a bit later, the three of us were primped for the wedding. I took care of the tab, it was only a hundred bucks for two men's haircuts, a ladies updo, three manicures, and a pedicure for Bella and that included a twenty-five percent tip.
I drove us to a small house in Henderson, Nevada and pulled into the attached garage. It was cozy, but modern inside with an oversized gourmet kitchen that didn't fit with the house. "This is my personal indulgence," Tony explained. "I love to cook and eat."
"I did, too, when I was human. I had to learn how to cook because my parents didn't know how," Bella stated.
"Rex and I were in charge of the cooking at our house when we were growing up. My parents each had two jobs, so the responsibility fell to us."
"Would you mind if I whipped something up for you and Claude? It's been awhile since I've had the opportunity to cook."
"Sure, go right ahead."
Tony and I talked and got to know each other while my wife worked her magic in the kitchen. By the time Claude arrived home, she had dinner for two ready and on the table for them. I really would have liked to have tasted Bella's cooking. There were so many things that I wish we could've had together, but since we were vampires, it would never be a possibility. Eating her food was one thing, but babies were another. I finally understood Rose's desire to be a parent. If we were human, I would have had a big family with Bella. It's something the guys and I have all discussed. Being a vampire gave us eternal life, and having a mate provided us with unconditional love for that time period, but the caveat was that our line could never continue. We could never teach our sons the things we know or walk our daughters down the aisle and watch them get married, so we had to make up for that deficiency by making married life as exciting as possible. I was lucky, though. Bella had a zest for life that was unmatched by any other, except for maybe, Rex. She was willing to try new things and see new places. I had to admit, I haven't been bored for even an hour, since meeting her.
"Oh my GOD! This is the best lasagna I've had in ages, you have to give me the recipe. This is restaurant quality," Claude gushed between bites. He put a huge smile on my wife's face.
"Thanks. It's really easy. I'll jot it down for you. I don't have exact measurements, I just do it by instinct. I hate measuring cups."
I took a bite out of the lasagna. Of course it tasted like crap, but I just wanted to try something concocted by my mate. "You know, I bet if I were human, this would have been delicious," I told her.
She kissed me deeply on my lips. God, I love my wife.
The four of us made our way to A Little White Chapel for Rex and Tanya's wedding. Tony stood up for Rex instead of me. I was perfectly fine with that—he was Rex's real brother, after all. Charlotte was Tanya's matron of honor. After the minister presented us with the new Mr. and Mrs. Rex Whitlock, we decided to go for drinks and dancing. Unlike Carlisle and Chelsea, Rex was in no rush to make love to Tanya. They've been together for thirteen years, after all. Speaking of which, I'd have to do something special for Bella and my wedding anniversary this year.
We were about to leave the chapel when Tony received a phone call. "What do you mean I'll be fired if I don't perform? I can't! I broke my hand. Rocky, I'm your best performer. I need this job, my mom's in a nursing home."
What an asshole! I can't believe he won't let him take a night off. His hand is broken for fuck's sake!
"Fine! I'll be there," Tony groaned. "Fuck!"
"You are not going! Your hand is broken, we'll figure out another way," Claude stated. I was on his side. Hell, I'll pay for the nursing home expenses, Tony shouldn't have to go on stage with a broken hand.
"I have to. You know that mom's in a nursing home. It costs five grand a month and we have a mortgage, Claude."
"You can't go on..."
Rex interrupted, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me about mom yesterday? Are you shouldering the expenses yourself, Tony?"
"Rex it has nothing to do with you, okay. Our other brothers all have kids, they can't afford to contribute to her care. Troy tries, he puts out whatever he can per month, but usually it's a hundred bucks here and there. I'm the only one that..."
"Not anymore. Tanya and I both work, we have no kids, and we don't have to pay for food. Five grand is not a problem for us."
"You can't show up after thirteen years and take over everything all of a sudden, Rex!"
"Tony, please, we'd like to help" Tanya begged. "Even if we only pay for half. Please let us do this for you."
"Yeah, well, I still need my second job. Rocky said that either I show up or find someone just as good as I am, to do my act tonight, or I'm history."
"Rex will do it," Bella stated. "He's the only one that I know that can do a good enough job. He's been keeping up with his skills too. We've been going to an exotic dancing class every Wednesday for almost three years now."
"Is that why you're such a good dancer?" Tony grinned.
"Yeah, probably."
"Alright, I agree. As long as you save a dance for me later when we go clubbing."
"Wait a minute! I didn't agree yet."
Bella pinched Rex's arm. Tanya smacked his arm. Gianna spanked him on the ass while Rosalie and Charlotte rounded in on him with death glares.
"Ow! I'll do it. I'll go on stage."
"My turn!" Chelsea jumped up and down then started smacking Rex's ass repeatedly. Poor Carlisle. He really does have his hands full. I like her, though.
As we got into the limo, we saw two couples get out of their vehicle. "Oh my," Charlotte said. "This is so sad, they're each with the wrong person. That man should be with that woman, and vice versa."
"Oh, that is sad." Chelsea concentrated on the two couples walking in. All of a sudden, they stopped in their tracks and released each other's hands. The two men grabbed each other's women and started kissing them furiously. "Is that better?"
"Much." Charlotte smiled and hugged Chelsea. Yikes, I'm not so sure if that's not considered an abuse of power. At least the world will be filled with happy couples after those two work their magic.
We hung out back in the Hugh Hefner Sky Villa until it was about ten pm. We all changed into something a bit more casual. Bella and I ran back to our hotel to change while Claude and Tony borrowed clothes from Carlisle and Rex. We all felt like a more casual venue tonight. We made our way to Sapphire where we had reserved VIP seats. Actually, the greedy manager bumped another party to give us the table after we offered him double the usual price for the table.
Tony came running out from the back and spoke to Tanya, "He's asking for his wifey."
"That would be Bella," Tanya chuckled.
"You're really gonna have to explain those dynamics to me one day."
Bella and Tony returned the table a few minutes before Rex was due to go on. The manager walked up to Tony and threatened him, "He'd better be as good as you say Fantasia."
"Prick," Bella mumbled, loud enough for the schmuck to hear. The asshole noticed her. "Well, hello, delicious. Did Tony here tell you that we could use a hot ticket like you here? You can audition for me in my office right now. I'll make time for you. I'd like to see what a hot number like you can do for me. I'll make it worth your while, I promise." He patted his wallet, licked his lips, and ran his finger down her arm. Bella cringed and was about to say something, but before she could do anything I had stood up. I got right up into the fucker's face. So did Pete, Emmett, and Carlisle. Claude stood behind him with a menacing scowl on his face while Felix and Tony completely blocked Bella from his view.
"She's my wife, fucker! I'm gonna ask you once, and once only, to not approach her. As you can see, she has a lot of bodyguards. In fact, the women at this table—you don't look at them, you don't talk to them, and above all, you don't touch them! Do you understand?"
The weasel nodded his head furiously that he understood and took off in the other direction. A couple of minutes later, two bottles each of Jack Daniels and Patron were delivered to our table compliments of him. Yep, he was now groveling.
"Ugh, Tony, there's that evil, rich hag who shows up at my desk, orders me around, and never leaves a tip," Claude complained, looking at the bitchy looking matron with a pinched nose and a seemingly permanent scowl on her face. She was bitching to the peon club manager, Rocky, about the fact that we were in her reserved seats.
"Is it that shrew over there?" Chelsea asked.
"Yes, it is."
Chelsea got a mischievous smile on her face. She concentrated a bit on Rocky and the medusa and the two of them started making out, oblivious to who or what was around them instantly. "There, that's better, now she won't be frigid anymore and he'll never sexually harass the pretty strippers here again. Carlisle, I want to be a stripper."
"Sure, hon, whatever makes you happy."
My personal opinion is that Chelsea shouldn't be allowed to wander out in public alone—ever! Who knows what shenanigans she'll get up to. I mean, for God's sake, Tanya and Charlotte are blown away by her.
Rex appeared on stage with a bang. Bella reached for my wallet and grabbed a mess of bills out and started waving it around for him. I knew what she was doing, all of Rex's tips would go to Tony, so she was contributing to taking care of his mother in the only way she knew how. The other women did the same thing. They were all waving at least a thousand bucks in front of Rex's face.
"La mia tigre," Tanya purred in Italian. She kept babbling words to him.
"No, non parli in Italiano. Comincerà pensare!" Gianna yelled at her.
"What happened? What's going on?" Tony asked.
Chelsea translated, "Tanya called Rex her tiger in Italian with that fucked up accent of hers, then Gianna yelled at her to not speak in Italian cause Rex will start to think."
"Why? Can't he think and strip at the same time?"
"NO!" we all shouted.
Gianna and Tanya continued arguing in Italian. Rex was dancing with a perplexed expression on his face. He was taking in the scene of the two women arguing in earnest. Chelsea joined in the fray and yelled in Italian to Tanya.
"Felix or Carlisle, translation please!" I yelled.
"Chelsea told Tanya to shut her mouth because when she speaks Italian, it sounds like she's a dog in heat. Tanya just told her that she's been told that she sounds sexy when she speaks in Italian. Gianna and Chelsea just called bullshit on her. Holy fuck!"
Smack! Gianna slapped Tanya across the face. Tanya lunged to attack. Bella, Rose, and Char jumped in and were holding back the three women. Rex was standing completely still on stage. Something had to be done.
"Sergeant Major! Are you a Whitlock or not! Start shaking that ass and start dancing. That's a fucking order!" I yelled. Not working. "Someone fucking put a muzzle to Tanya!"
Charlotte put her in a headlock and clasped her hand over her mouth. It was a move used to restrain newborns so it was impossible for Tanya to move or speak.
I hopped up onto the stage. "Come on Sergeant Major! Start moving those hips! I'm ordering you to move those hips!" I started gyrating my hips in order to show him what to do. The women in the audience started screaming.
"Um, Jasper, slowly turn around and face the audience, and unbutton only the top button of your shirt. Don't stop moving your hips, keep going with the rhythm," Tony instructed. "Good, now grab onto each front panel of your shirt where they overlap. On the count of three pull them apart hard...one, two, three." I ripped the shirt apart and buttons went flying all over the place.
"Major! Rip your t-shirt off straight down the front, trust me on this," Peter advised.
I ripped my t-shirt off and the women started screaming.
"Alright, I'm back. Keep dancing, Major. Let me catch up to where you are. No matter what, don't take your cowboy hat off—leave that on," Rex whispered from behind me. I did as he said. How the fuck did I get wrangled into this?
A thunderous roar from the audience told me that Rex had ripped his shirt off. Women were screaming frantically, flashing their tits and lifting their skirts in a lust-filled haze. I glanced out into the audience and saw that Bella was in the front row and staring straight at me with pitch black eyes filled with desire. I started dancing for my wife, and my wife, alone. Fuck everyone else.
"Take your belt off," Rex instructed. "Fling it to the audience."
"I like this belt," I arguedd.
"Throw it to me!" Rose encouraged. She caught both mine and Rex's belts deftly with one hand.
"I want you," Bella mouthed. My mate's eyes were smoldering and she was licking her lips unabashedly while she watched me dance for her. My dick was hard enough to slice through diamonds.
"Unbutton your jeans, leave the fly undone, and keep gyrating your hips," Tony called from the audience.
The audience went wild as Rex and I gyrated our hips. "Come on Major! Show me what you've got!" Chelsea yelled. "Carlisle! You go up next!"
"Alright, we're coming to the end of the song. When I say 'go', rip your jeans off. Wait for it. Wait for it. Go!"
I ripped my jeans off and the women went nuts—so did Claude and Tony. They were standing on either side of Bella ogling me.
"I'd like to wrap my lips around that," Claude commented.
"Bella, you're a lucky girl. No wonder you don't venture out of your room until the afternoon," Tony added.
"I can see why you're Maharani Sucks A Lot," Rose stated, licking her lips without any shame.
That's when I looked down and noticed that my dick was standing at attention, saluting the audience. Shit. I forgot that I went commando tonight.
I grabbed my wallet and iPhone out of my shredded jeans, then got my naked ass off of the stage. Women were trying to touch me, but they couldn't get through the physical shield my mate had wrapped around me. I took Bella's hand and walked out of the club, straight into our waiting limo.
"Keep the privacy guard up and drive until I tell you to stop," I ordered the driver. I was inside of my mate the moment the limo door closed. By the time we walked in through the private entrance of our villa—nude and fully sated, dawn was breaking. I'll have to tip the driver well before we leave Las Vegas on Sunday.
A few hours later...
Knock! Knock! Knock! "Come on you horn toads! Open the fucking door! It's overcast today and tomorrow!" Emmett's voice was loud and clear as he pounded on the door to our villa. Knock! Knock! Knock!
I opened the door to find everyone standing there, including Claude and Tony. Well, shit. So much for spending the day alone with Bella.
"You've been fucking holding out on us! What the fuck kind of room is this?" Rex asked as he toured the villa. "Look at this guys: they have their own pool and private entrance with a garden and a spa, a massage room, a gym, a beauty salon, a sauna, cedar closets—did you two have sex in the closets?"
Everyone took a deep whiff. "Yep, they did. In fact, their entire villa reeks of sex. Have you no shame?" Peter asked me, pulling his great granddaughter protectively to his side.
"Hey, I'm not the one that's toying around with slave cages, St. Andrew's crosses, and sex swings," I argued.
"Oh, that slave cage is fun. Carlisle and I locked ourselves inside last night by accident. We had to pry the bars open to get out," Chelsea said.
"The point of a slave cage is for one of you to go inside while the other one titillates," Charlotte explained.
"What's the point in that? It's not fun unless we're titillating each other."
Apparently, like my mate, Chelsea wasn't big into bondage either.
"You know what this room is missing? A stripper pole. What kind of a hotel room has no stripper pole. I don't get it," Pete shook his head in disappointment.
"Yeah," Rex agreed. "This room kind of sucks. Anyway, throw your bathing suits on. Claude got us tickets to the Rehab Pool Party at the Hard Rock Cafe. Pete rented out a cabana for us. We're partying there, then we're going two-stepping tonight. For some reason, the girls have been on some sort of a cowboy kick ever since last night."
The pool party was hedonism at it's best. There were thousands of scantily clad men and women getting trashed and partying, as if tonight was their last night on earth. There was dancing in and out of the pools. Women were walking around jiggling their tits, people were dry humping in the pool and on the lounge chairs, there were drinking games going on all around us, it was total decadence. I was pretty sure that everyone at this party was going straight to hell with no reprieve. We had a bit more privacy because we were in the cabanas. Char, Tanya, Gianna, and Chelsea were partying in the pool with Carlisle, Felix, and Peter. The rest of us were kicking back in the cabana.
"This is like spring break on steroids," Bella pointed out.
"Exactly," Tony agreed. It's weird, ever since last night, I noticed that both Claude and Tony emitted a fuckton of lust whenever they looked at me. Oh well, as long as they know that I don't swing in that direction, I'm fine with it.
"Ooh! I like this Lady Gaga song. Let's go dance." Claude suddenly suggested to Tony.
"I don't feel like dancing. It's too crowded here."
Bella and Rose grabbed Claude and the three of them jumped into the pool and started dancing. The two of them, clad in bikinis, were like homing beacons for every male at the party. Within minutes, they were surrounded by hundreds of testosterone fueled men, vying for their attention. I once asked Eleazar if Bella and Rose were succubi. He said that they weren't. He said that they were just extremely beautiful and Emmett and I should just be grateful to be blessed to have such knockouts for wives.
"Well, are you gonna get the wifey or am I?" Rex asked.
"That's it! Someone needs to explain the whole Bella is his wife and your wife thing cause I'm fucking confused," Tony stated.
"Alright, legally, Bella is Jasper's wife—he's who she has sex with and stuff. On the dance floor, and at the exotic dancing class, Bella is my wife cause Tanya has two left feet. Otherwise, she's the sister I never had plus she goes to all those weird classes with me to keep things exciting."
"Yeah, like that Lamaze Class," Emmett piped in.
"Lamaze Class? Why would you two need a Lamaze Class?"
"Pain management. It comes in handy when you live with Kate—that's Tanya's sister. You never know when she'll shock the shit out of you."
"I have to fly out to New York to meet the family, though I'm not so sure about this Kate," Tony noted. "Oh, and Bella's my wife on the dance floor, not yours. We dance well together."
"Major! Bella's been cheating on us!" Rex joked as he took a swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels. The rest of us joined everyone else in the pool and partied. Our group, in general, attracted a huge crowd of worshippers. Well, heck, we were all pretty good looking and our women were just stunning. On top of that, Rex was an incubus while Tanya was a succubus.
We partied for a bit longer, then went back to our hotel rooms to get dressed for the evening. Apparently, Claude and Tony were staying in the Hugh Hefner Sky Villa with everyone else while Gianna and Felix moved into the second bedroom in the Barbie Suite with Carlisle and Chelsea, for the duration of their stay. Thank God, there's only one bedroom in our villa. I wouldn't want anyone moving in with us.
After a blow job for me and a quick orgasm for Bella in the shower, the two of us got dressed for a night of country music. We met everyone at Stoney's Rockin' Country Nightclub on the strip. Pete, Em, Felix, Char, and I were psyched, the five of us were from down south. Bella grew up mostly in Arizona which is a country music hub and, then, there was Claude. We found out that he's originally from Texas—not far from where I grew up, in Dallas. Pete and I got a few drinks into Claude and soon enough, that Texas twang he'd been masking for his job came flying out with a vengeance.
We were all having a blast. Bella and I danced for a few songs until Pete ordered that I hand her over to him. He's the one that taught her how to two-step and he did a great job, I might add.
We noticed a crowd gathering around the mechanical bull. Well, no wonder, Tanya and Charlotte were riding it together. Charlotte was in front and Tanya was riding bitch with her hands wrapped around her tits. Chelsea suddenly hopped on, while it was moving, and straddled Charlotte—the crowd went hogwild.
"Hey, Char, look around the room. Who should I mate with whom?" Chelsea asked.
I looked at Carlisle. He shrugged his shoulders and put his arm around my shoulder. "At least she's spreading the love."
That's true, and love makes the world go round, right? I looked around at my family—old and new, and everyone's hearts were filled with nothing, but love. I decided to take a page out of Chelsea's book and flood the nightclub with feelings of love and happiness. I figured, I have the power, why not use it. Ah...the joys of being an empath.
While this chapter was seemingly innocent and fun, tons happened to our uber cool family of vamps. I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts on this chapter and, as always, I promise to respond to your reviews. Have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend! XOXO