Identity Crisis (Rocky Mountain Novella Series) Read Free Page A

Kawoski’s cabin, there was a poker table setup and a keg of beer waiting.  For the next two-hours, the men indulged in playing poker, drinking beer, sports on the big screen, smoking cigars and teasing each other.  It had been so long since Steel had just had a guy’s night with all of his friends and he was having a great time.
         At about ten o’ clock, the door chimed.  “That will be the entertainment,” Kawoski announced. 
         It was Steel’s bet, but he put his chips down.  “What entertainment?” he asked.  “You promised no strippers!” he reminded his Best Man, as if anything could be done about it.  Whatever the entertainment was, it had already arrived.  He would have to just deal with it.  There was no sense it making a big deal of it and ruining the night for everyone. 
         Steel couldn’t help laughing as he watched the front door open.  Standing on the other side was a woman holding open a trench coat.  She was wearing sexy lingerie.  “The party has begun, boys!” she shouted and pushed her way into the room. 
         “She’s like a hundred,” Steel whispered to Kawoski.
         “Well, you said you didn’t want some hot, young stripper at your party.  It’s a Best Man’s job to make sure to honor the groom’s requests,” Kawoski answered with another wink. 
         Steel watched as the old and wrinkled woman removed her coat and setup a boom-box with some burlesque music.  He wasn’t sure whether to cover his eyes or look on.  It was sort of like a train wreck that was hard to look away from.  Luckily for him and the other men, the only thing the erotic granny did was dance.  There was no nudity involved.  Steel would’ve been somewhat traumatized by that.  He was treated to a special lap dance though.  The entire time, his face was bright red.  His buddies all seemed to enjoy his discomfort and spent the remainder of the show tipping the lady heavily.  If there was one thing she provided and provided well, it was entertainment.
         After the dance, Steel invited her to stay and play poker with them, but she declined….saying she had to get home to babysit her grandchildren. 
         At Kristen’s bachelorette party, there was also a dancer.  Hers, however, was young, ripped, and handsome.  And, unlike the burlesque granny at Steel’s party, Kristen’s erotic dancer was a stripper.
         “Take it off!” the women at the party screamed as they watched the young man, who could be no older than twenty-one or twenty-two, seductively remove pieces of the police officer’s uniform he was wearing.  Julie thought it would be a nice touch. 
         Had Kristen been sober, she probably would have never been able to enjoy herself.  It was a rite of passage though, and she went along for the fun.  The boy was sexy, she had to admit that.  Steel was no slouch in the body department, but there was something about a young, athletic guy who had just entered his sexual prime.  Kristen placed a hand over her face, but watched through spread fingers as the stripper removed his skimpy thong.  Her mouth dropped as her eyes travelled down to his thick and very long penis.  He had to have been at least nine inches.
         “I know who I’m going home with tonight!” Stephanie shouted and laughed. 
         Soon, the women all chanted, “Lap dance!  Lap dance!” and the stripper obliged, rubbing his firm sweaty body all over Kristen. 
         The dance cost extra, but Julie had paid for the whole package.  As she watched the young man shake his semi hard penis in Kristen’s face, she wondered if she maybe should’ve chosen something a little less x-rated.  If she were getting married, she wasn’t sure how her husband to be would react to her participation in such an erotic event.  She hoped it wouldn’t Affect Steel and Kristen’s wedding or life together. 
         Once the stripper finished, she