Caroline

The dress fits perfectly well although most of the back was exposed, covering just my butt which still wasn't doing that right.

It's a tiny hand dress with its front revealing most of my cleavage. I looked at her, shaking my head before walking to the mirror, causing me to instantly know this wasn't for me.

It hugged my little curves so tightly like I was sketched or highlighted. I don't like that. It calls for too much attention. I don't like too much attention but this dress professes nothing but hey you! look at me over here and feed your eyes type of vibe.

"This is the one!" she affirmed, packing back the remains of her clothes that were on the floor.

"How could you even own a dress like this?" I asked with a questioning look sitting pretty across my surprised face.

"We visit a lot of clubs in town back then when I was at the dorm. You wouldn't expect me to dress like a nun to a club, Carol,"

"How were you even able to go out?"

"Let me tell you something funny. My parents think, staying off would be better," she explained with a smirk.

"They made a grave mistake,"

"I know, right?" she answered.

"But girl, I'm not putting this on," I was taking it off when she stopped me.

"In fact, you're never taking this off even before we leave!"

Fast forward to the strip club.

News.

I ended up wearing that exact dress.

Walking inside made me realize how covered up I was. Ladies jiggling their half-covered butts walked at every corner.

The music was buzzing really loud. It was so loud that I could barely hear my voice.

"Why is it so loud in here?" I yelled in her left ear with my hands retreating from pulling the dress down to covering my ears.

"We came to a club, Carol. Not a funeral," she yelled back.

Oh goodness, this is not me!

"Hey, sexy," a drunk lad said as he walked by with his drunk girlfriend pulling him away.

"She's not your catch. Go on with your Steve Harvey catch," Clara said to him but I doubt if he heard any of that.

"Let me show you something more interesting," I knew I wasn't interested in anything interesting in here except getting the fuck back in my condo.

She pulled me upstairs.

"We would have the view to ourselves up here,"

It was less crowded up here but the music was buzzing louder than it was downstairs.

I looked down, resting on the railings but the view shocked the high school Halloween out of me.

"What in the..." I couldn't end my words.

"You like what you see?" Clara asked, dancing to the music.

I wasn't having fun. No, this wasn't what I wanted to explore. Not what I was dying to see.

Three men, owning the stage with no clothes on, butt naked.

I watched as the three men lurked around different polls, naked with their cock sticking out like Eiffel Tower.

They danced seductively, winking from time to time at ladies or men, just anyone that looked their way.

Despite the way I felt, I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks. How they all had it that huge.

"No, Clara. I don't like what I see. I'd just go to the restroom. Which way is it?" I shouted and now, my throat hurts.

"Just ask the bouncer," she yelled back. Clara on the other hand was having the best time. A blast!

I asked a bouncer, one that flexed his muscle at every question you ask but seem to be unconcerned about everything going on in here. He was probably used to it or was just not interested.

"Thank you," I said even though I didn't get his description over the loud music.

I used my discretion and opened a door on the left. As I closed it, it seem to have suppressed the loud music and I could finally feel my ears.

I slapped on it a few times to make sure I haven't lost my ears to the world.

I walked down the hallway and saw an inscription on the door 'Restroom' no precise indication whether for 'female' or 'male'.

I unlocked the door and the sight that greeted my eyes took my heart away.

An intense fucking was going on.

A lady was bent over the sink in front of the mirror and a man went in and out of her, his full focus was on her butt.

I stood there unable to move with my mouth wide open. This was raw. Too raw for me to take in.

The man looked up from the mirror looking straight at me through it.

I took in his face.

He looked so familiar.

I was going to blink and look away when reality dawned on me and the horror that filled me after realizing who he was almost gave me a heart attack.

He was still gawking at me through the mirror, not stopping, not pulling out, but pulling hard on the girl's hair, earning a loud moan.

He didn't take his eyes off me, and neither did I.

He smirked. He was having fun.

I stared at him, I stared hard at this man.

This man who was my husband-to-be, Richard Trenton. The one I am getting married to in a month or less.

I tried to move backwards and leave like nothing happened like I hadn't seen anything, but I couldn't unsee this. I couldn't unhear their voices, how annoying her moans sounded in my ears.

He didn't stop and just continued with his business like I wasn't there looking at him.

I tried a few times to look away and get the hell out of the horny atmosphere but my legs seem to be working against me.

"You could join instead of staying back as an audience," he said to my reflection in the mirror and I was stunned at how undeserving this young man, who was to be my husband was.