He runs and tells the DJ to play our song and I wink at the bride-to-be in front of me. Yeah, I’m drunk, might as well have a fucking good time. God knows I rarely do. I throw my leather jacket to the side and look down at myself. I have on a white V-neck t-shirt and a loose pair of blue faded jeans. I did remember to throw on a belt and a Gucci one at that, I’m fucking styling. I watch Emmett come back and he throws his leather jacket with mine and he’s left with a tight black tank with baggy dark blue jeans. He also has on a Gucci belt but his has studs all along it. That’s kind of sexy, I feel myself nodding.
“You sexy pieces of shit!” I hear Charles scream from our tables.
“I’m coming to give you a lap dance after this!” Emmett screams back as he points at him. I’ll kill him if he does that.
I start with rasping out the opening lyrics, “Step inside, walk this way, you and me, babe. Hey, hey!” The girls jump to their feet and start screaming again. Emmett is looking a bit shocked standing there watching at me as the music starts.
I start moving my hips and walk to the front of the stage. Fuck him, I can do this all fucking day. This body is finally getting the attention it deserves. I drag my hand over my crotch then up to the hem of my shirt and slowly start to lift it, giving the ladies a peek of my abs.
“Take it off!” Charles and the guys start yelling and laughing from the table and I throw them a wink.
Finally, Emmett snaps out of his shock and rushes up beside me just in time for me to start the first verse. As I’m singing, he’s rolling his crotch in one of the girl’s faces and she looks like she might be salivating. I can’t help it as I chuckle over a few words. We start harmonizing on the bridge and both of us begin to pull off our shirts. I doubt anyone can hear our singing over the girls screaming like crazy. We both somehow swing the shirts over our heads in perfect harmony and throw them to the side of the stage. Damn, we do look fucking hot, I must say.
We start on the chorus and Emmett starts wining his way down to the floor, him and E must have chilled in the same crowd. He’s down on his knees and humping up into the air as he undoes his belt. I begin to undo mine as well and the girl in the front-the plastic blonde-pulls her tit out of her shirt and gives it a squeeze while blowing me a kiss. Yeah, it does nothing for me, I’ve never been into fake balloon titties.
Emmett gets up to his feet, his jeans hanging dangerously low on his ass. He has his belt in his left hand and the mic in his right. Then the fucker starts snapping the belt out towards the girls like a fucking whip. Each snap being punctuated with a pump of his hips. The second verse has us both stepping out of our shoes and pushing them aside, then we both unbutton and unzip our jeans. It almost looks choreographed and I must admit we are hot as fuck! I mean… I think so anyways. There’s no way anyone is hearing us sing over the screaming girls, so we both ditch the mics and continue to work our jeans down our legs, putting extra attention on humping into random girls faces.
We both kick our jeans to the side and dance in our fucking underwear. Thank God I have on a pair of black Armani boxer briefs that cup my dick and balls like a second skin. Trust me, I know just how fucking big I am, too. I look over to Emmett and sure enough, the fucker really does have on a pair of tight, white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. And I find myself watching his impressive bulge as well.
He jumps to the center stage and grabs onto his dick through his underwear and sticks his tongue out while flipping the audience off. I can’t help it, the sexy shit has passed and I’m a laughing mess just watching him. Charles and the guys are still hooting and whistling at us and Emmett keeps his finger in the air as he humps into his hand.
“He looks like Marky Mark.” The bride screams out. Who the fuck is Marky Mark?
I start picking up the clothes we’ve thrown to the side and Emmett comes up beside me to do the same. Then we make our way down the hallway towards the bathrooms. Both of us still laughing our asses off and in our fucking underwear.
“Guys.” I hear a voice to our right, “use the staff washroom. You’re going to have girls swarming back here any second.” I look up and see a familiar face.
“Thank you, James.” I nod and follow him through to the staff bathroom.
“Lock it, just in case.” He says and opens the door for us, “and thanks for the extra business tonight. If you guys want an extra gig let me know.” He shakes his head with a chuckle and walks out.
“He’s the owner.” I tell a confused and nearly naked Emmett. “One of my father’s friends.”
“I see.” He nods and steps into the bathroom behind me and locks the door.
I dump the pile of clothes in my arms onto the counter and lean both hands on it. My head is swimming and I know I will have a fucking killer hangover tomorrow. Did I just strip on a fucking stage? I hang my head and groan, I am going to regret this tomorrow.
The feel of his hot breath hits my shoulder and I shut my eyes. Is this real or am I just imagining it? Then
