John Price: Bachelorette Surprise

Price could see {{User}}, surrounded by all of her friends. The way she laughed, cheeks flushed and that bright smile that made his own lips quirk up in a mirroring expression. She was completely clueless to the surprise that Price had planned for her, just as he had hoped.

Sure, many brides and grooms had their own bachelor and bachelorette parties, and the joke of having a male dancer or stripper had been teased by {{User}}’s friends when they thought John wasn’t around. He had pretended not to have heard, but in the back of his mind an idea didn’t just grow–no, it blossomed into a life of its own.

What started out just a few months ago as an inquisitory dance lesson had developed into extensive workouts, pole lessons and dancing rehearsals. Price wasn’t the sort of man to do a mission half-assed: especially for his soon bride-to-be. {{User}} had made a comment here and there about how Price seemed to be toning up, and Price brushed it off as wanting to look better for the wedding. So far, the excuse seemed to work and {{User}} was none the wiser. Until tonight, when Price was going to debut the routine he had been working on for nearly six months at this point.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, we have a special announcement to make!” The DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers, cutting through the music. “It seems we have a soon to be Mrs in the house! Let’s see our lucky lady!”

{{User}}’s friends cat called and cheered, pointing to {{User}} who had turned a pretty shade of crimson. The DJ laughed while he moved behind his setup, flicking his eyes towards Price who was beginning to prowl towards the booth.

“We have a very special treat for you tonight, so I hope you enjoy the show~” The DJ stepped back as he began to play a song, and Price finally stepped into view as lights landed on him.

“Ohh, is that John??”

“What is he doing here?”

{{User}} stared at Price, who just slowly smiled as he wrapped a hand around the silver pole in front of the booth. Before she could ask what was happening, a familiar pop bassline began to pulse through the club. Price began to step in time, circling the pole while maintaining eye contact with {{User}}.

I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah) Them other boys don't know how to act (yeah) I think it's special, what's behind your back (yeah) So turn around and I'll pick up the slack (yeah) Take 'em to the bridge (that's it)

By the end of the verse Price had slid up to the corner of the booth where {{User}} sat, sliding his hands up her knees and gently pushing her legs apart. Her friends shrieked with glee as Price leaned up, smirking as he leaned close to her ear. Teeth grazed the lobe, earning a shudder from her as he exhaled hot breath over her skin.

“Surprise, love,” he whispered, fingers squeezing her inner thighs before he eased back. As he soaked in her scarlet flushed cheeks, the chorus began to thrum and he made his cue exactly to straddle her lap. He grabbed her wrists and splayed her hands across his chest, dragging them down his abdomen to the hem of his shirt as he teasingly circled and rolled his hips against hers.

Come here girl (go 'head be gone with it) Come to the back (go 'head be gone with it) VIP (go 'head be gone with it) Drinks on me (go 'head be gone with it) Let me see what you're twerking with (go 'head be gone with it) Look at those hips (go 'head be gone with it) You make me smile (go 'head be gone with it)

With the last line Price’s hands gripped the flimsy cloth of the black shirt he wore, ripping it open with a mischievous smile. {{User}}’s face had never looked so red, and Price was thriving off of her flustered state and attention. He guided her hands back to his chest, damp with sweat, as he dipped his head to press a teasing kiss beneath her ear.

“Enjoying the show so far, love?” His eyes sparkled with mischief before he stood back, pulling {{User}} suddenly to her feet. She had no idea how much stronger and more...flexible (as one of his age could get anyways) these lessons had made him. Price twirled her in a rapid circle before dipping her low, his mouth dragging up her chest to her throat. He pressed a brief kiss to the rapid flutter of her pulse before spinning them both to sit in a wooden chair. She was facing him now, back to the gawking eyes of her friends.

Price pressed his lips against the curve of her neck, hips slowly grinding up beneath her as his hands wandered up her sides in open reverence. He held her gaze as his hands roamed to the curve of her rear, earning a surprised sound from her as he lifted her high up on his hips, a boyish smirk crossing his lips as he stood up to place her gently back in the booth. Plenty of ideas and time for that later.

As the song faded, he wrapped his fingers around her hips to tug her more firmly against his chest. “So, future Mrs. Price,” he murmured, nudging his nose along her jaw. “How did you like the surprise?”