[9:30 AM]PT: Hey.
Wanna have a bachelorette party tonight?
Petey was stretched out on Jon’s – their – bed, resting
for a moment after her two mile jaunt on
the treadmill. Jon was in the shower
and, rather than walk downstairs, she waited for him to finish so that she
could take one, too. Not that he would
mind sharing…
I can be strong for
one blasted day. The sex isn’t that good.
Okay, it was, but it was only one day. It shouldn’t be so hard, considering that
they would be with family and then completely apart for the rest of the
night. There was the bachelor party, and
she’d just about decided to stay at the hotel with her parents. Sleeping in the same bed as Jon the night
before their wedding was just morally reprehensible.
And I have so many
morals when it comes to pleasures of the flesh and him.
Shaking her head, Petey returned to the task at hand,
awaiting Gavin’s response. She may not
know him as well as some people, but she would guess he was always up for a
party.
It was a good guess.
[9:31 AM]GAVIN:
Hell yes! Skinny Girl margaritas and
strippers??
Not exactly. Her
entire guest list was comprised of her mother, Dorothea and Stephanie. That was her big bachelorette bash. Her mother, almost-step-daughter and
almost-husband’s ex-wife.
Welcome to the
functionally dysfunctional family of the new millennium.
[9:32 AM]PT: Um.
Any ideas for something more family oriented?
The chime of a text message reply never came. Instead it was the “Born This Way” ringtone
she’d set up for Gavin. Turned out he
was a huge Lady Gaga fan.
“Hello?”
“Family oriented bachelorette party?” He skipped over the pleasantries and right to
the heart of the problem. “Dollface,
don’t you know the meaning of the word bachelorette party? In my
Webster’s dictionary ‘bachelorette party’ is immediately followed by the entry
for ‘Chippendale dancer’.”
Nothing was more entertaining than a gay man in a
snit. Petey would rather that snit
wasn’t pointed in her direction, but it was still pretty damned amusing.
“Technically it’s two words, and I’m aware of the
traditional meaning, but my mother and future step-daughter are going to be
there. I was thinking more along the
lines of a spa party?”
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you can do the spa thing
anytime! Your last evening as a single
woman has to be commemorated better than that!
Boyfriend has cash that I’m sure he’s willing to spend on you. Take advantage of it!”
Crap.
Gavin still didn’t know who Petey ‘was’. If he was going to meet her family this
weekend, she should probably drop that bomb now. It wasn’t likely to be a big deal, but on the
off-chance that it was…? Allowing him
extra time to acclimate to the idea would be for the best.
“I’m not spending his money, I’m spending mine. I haven’t really had reason to mention it
before now, but I’m kind of….an heiress.”
“Uh. Hello? What the hell did you just say?”
Crossing her fingers, Petey hoped this wouldn’t change
anything between her and Gavin. She
tittered out a light and briefly filled him in on her family.
“Well take all my fashion sense and call me a straight
man,” he mused after a moment of silence.
“No wonder you didn’t blink at the price of that wedding dress. That must be like buying a box of Cracker
Jack for the great Heinz Heiress.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
It had been really strange paying that much money for a single garment. As long as she’d been doing her own shopping,
she’d never resorted to purchasing anything as exorbitant as that dress. But how could she resist? It was absolutely, positively perfect. “I prefer to live on my actual paycheck. That was a special occasion.” There was no need to try and define it any
further. He either got it, or he didn’t.
Thank God, he did.
“And so is your bachelorette party. Fortunately for you, Petey Pursestrings, I’ve
come up with the most FAB-ulous
idea.”
“And? What is it?”
“Well….” Gavin was
just a wee bit dramatic, and he was exercising that trait to the hilt right
now. Hopefully his suggestion would be
worth the wait. “There is this cabaret club-slash-restaurant
in the city called Lips. The performers
are in drag, which is always a party in and of itself.”
“Wait. Drag? Like men dressing up as women?”
What the hell was he thinking?
“Oh lighten up.
You’re marrying a rock star. This
shit is tame by comparison.”
But her mother!
“Dollface, I’m tellin’ ya, straight women appreciate a
good drag show almost as much as a gay man. They’re fascinated with the hair
and makeup and smooth skin. Trust
me. The talent at this place is
astounding, and tonight is going to be extra
special because….”
Dramatic pause. Huh. Imagine that.
“It’s Lady Gaga night!!”
Petey rolled her eyes to the heavens and mimed stabbing
herself in the chest with a knife. Jon
had finished his shower and sauntered, bare-chested, into the bedroom, giving
Petey a curious look when she intoned sarcastically, “Gee, Gavin, I’m sure my
mother will be thrilled….”
“Hey. Listen here, Sarcastabitch.” She couldn’t help but
smirk at his crabbiness. “There are
plenty of old school performers – Liza, Diana Ross, and Cher to name a
few. Mommy Dearest will feel as though
she’s at a Tupperware party with her besties, and the super-secret-surprise of
the night will send the rock star daughter to the moon.”
“Oh? And what’s
that?” She tried valiantly to remain
focused on Gavin’s excitement, while her own brand of excitement was pulling a
t-shirt over his rippling back muscles. There
wasn’t a Chippendale dancer who could hold a candle to him, as far as she was concerned.
“The Lady Gaga performer is…” Petey mentally checked back into the
conversation in time to hear, “Lady Gaga!! Live and in
person! She sneaks in at clubs like
these once in a while just for kicks.”
Now she understood why Gavin was in such a tizzy. He was gravitating toward the mother ship.
“She’s not going to wear that dress made of meat, is
she?” The memory of that still churned
her stomach, and the way Jon’s nose wrinkled she could see he felt the same
way.
“That’s the beauty of it!” her friend sing-songed, and
she could just see him bouncing with delight.
“You have no idea what she
will do!”
God help to me pray.
But, really, it was one of those once-in-a-lifetime
things. Shouldn’t her bachelorette party
be memorable? Stephanie would probably
enjoy it. Heck, her mom would likely get
a good kick out of it, too. But what
about Dorothea? Would she go for it? Or,
better yet, would she let Stephanie go?
“I’m going to say okay for now, but think of a backup
plan in case this doesn’t fly with Dorothea.
And why don’t you come to dinner with us before? Can you get away from the shop to be in Staten
Island by five?”
She’d already decided that everyone going to the
bachelor/bachelorette parties may as well join in the dinner. They would be at the wedding together the
next day, and it wasn’t like Jon didn’t already know her parents. They could call it a rehearsal dinner if that
was more socially acceptable.
“Staten Island?
Why Staten Island?”
“It’s halfway between Manhattan and Asbury Park. More or less, anyway. Jon’s friend David recommended Angelina’s
Ristorante to him a while back, so that’s where we’re having dinner.”
“Italian. How
cliché.”
“Shut up. Do you
want to come to dinner, or not?”
After only one more smart remark, he agreed to meet them
there at five and rang off. Thank God there was a screaming harpy customer demanding his attention, or who knew how
long that would’ve gone on?
“Ugh.” She tossed
the phone on the bed and smiled up at Jon, who was standing with arms crossed,
regarding her with amusement. “What?”
she demanded, jackknifing into a sitting position. “You’re amused for some reason?”
“Me? Nope, not at
all. It’s just nice to see that Gavin
can overwhelm you, too.”
A rueful smile seeped into the dimples of her right
cheek. “Yeah. How do you think Dorothea will feel about
going to a drag show with her daughter?
The real Lady Gaga is supposed to be there, pretending to be herself.”
Jon nearly choked on his laughter and rubbed a thoughtful
palm over his still-stubbly jaw. “Well
that explains the meat dress comment, but I…
I dunno, Sugar. It’s best if you’re
the one asking that question. She’s just
gonna assume I’m a fucking idiot and laugh in my face. At least if it comes from you, she’ll pretend
to consider it.”
“Great,” she sighed, shoulders slumping forward. “That’s about what I thought, not that I can
blame her.”
There was a vibration on the mattress, and Petey glanced over to
see a text message lighting the screen.
[9:56 AM]DAVE: At
least I can tell everybody I married u even if I don’t get the benefit of a
wedding nite
“Oh, Godddd.”
Petey frowned, turning the screen so Jon could see and pretended to
carefully inspect him from head to toe.
“Are you really worth the trouble of your friends?”
Jon, of course, merely laughed like a school boy. Snatching the phone, he tossed it to the side
and cradled her face with both hands.
“You fuckin’ love having men falling at your feet with their dicks in
their hands. Admit it. Men with actual personalities, no less.”
“Dicks in their hands, huh?” She loved it when he was playful like
this. His eyes were sparkling with a
gleeful merriment, and the stubble made her think of the rough edges that he
usually kept reserved for the bedroom.
Looping a finger in the chain laden with the charms bearing his kids’ names,
she tugged lightly. “I’ve never seen you
at my feet with your dick in your hands.
I think I might like that very much.”
One blonde brow lifted in warning. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna
finish. If my dick is in my hand it’s
gonna be because I’m guiding it into your sweet pussy.”
Her face puckered unhappily for an instant, before
inspiration lifted her back up. “I’m
reserving the right to resume this conversation tomorrow night, because that’s
what I want for a wedding gift.
You. At my feet, dick in
hand. Think you can do that?”
He lifted a shoulder, looking disappointed. “That’s all you want? You mean I can send back the bedroom suite I
ordered? You don’t want to turn this room
into the Goth cave with a big-ass black bed and matching furniture? Or the spider-webby curtains? Or the other
thing I got?”
She perked up. Had
she just thought she liked his playfulness?
No. He was being a pain in the
ass with it now. “You did that? Really?
Why? And what other thing?”
“Yes, my incredulous imp, I did that.” He pushed his hands into her hair and the
playfulness melted away to be replaced a thoughtful sincerity. “I know you like your girly pink bedroom, but
I just can’t sleep in a boudoir. This
compromise is my wedding gift to you.
The bedroom will be completely redecorated when we get back from our
honeymoon.”
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she grinned with
delight. “That sounds amazing. Thank you.
But you mentioned another thing?”
He gently unwound her fingers from his necklace and took
a step back. “Turn me loose and I’ll
show you. It came yesterday and, while I
said it’s part of your wedding gift, it’s really more for me than you.”
Nodding, the necklace reminded Petey something that had
been bothering her, and, as he backtracked into the closet, she spoke loudly
enough for him to hear in there. “You don’t wear your
wedding ring on stage?”
“No.” He must be
all the way in the back of the closet from the sounds of it. “Obie bitches that it sounds like a gong
hitting on the mic. Besides that…” The voice was getting louder. He was on his way back to her. “…I lost a couple to fans. My hands get sweaty and rings slide off easy.” Appearing in the doorway, he held a plain
white box on his hip. It was a perfect
cube, less than a foot long at each edge.
“Does it bother you that I won’t be wearing my ring on stage?”
Eyes transfixed on the box, she distractedly voiced her personal solution. “Not
if you’ll let me buy you a necklace to wear.”
“You have good taste in jewelry, so as long as it’s not
pink, I’m good. I’d actually like
it.” He sank next to her on the
mattress, dipping to brush his lips over hers.
“Something short that doesn’t dangle when I lean over.”
“Mm,” she agreed, attention riveted on the white
cardboard container now seated on his lap.
She was a sucker for surprises. It
was one of the few childlike qualities she still harbored. “What’s in the box?”
He grinned cheekily, clearly seeing how the curiosity was
affecting her as he pulled the lid away.
“King of Bling.” The rhinestone
skull materialized from its nest of styrofoam peanuts. It was a little bigger than a softball and
sparkled in the winter sunlight.
“Pretty,” she admired as he passed it into her
hands. Petey felt her magpie tendencies
take over, completely enamored with the tacky glitz. It was a funny bauble for a man like Jon to
have, but it suited her just fine.
“I told you he goes in the dressing room every
show?” She nodded, and his hand
disappeared back into the static laden packing material.
This time the skull he lifted out was crusted with pink rhinestones. “Now he
has company. Meet the Queen of Bling.”
“Ohhhhh! Now that’s pretty!”
“Yeah?” The
corners of his eyes crinkled, and he set loose one of his full-voltage grins,
making him almost as dazzling as the skull.
“I thought you might like that.
If you’re working, you won’t be hanging out in the dressing room with me
and, to be perfectly honest, I demand solitude before a show. This way you’ll be there even when you’re not
there.”
It was one of the sweetest, thoughtful, romantic gestures ever. For an unromantic guy, he’d done some good
work lately, and she was starting to think this un-romantic advertising
campaign was a load of crap.
“I adore them!
When you’re not touring they can come home to our nightstands or the
dresser.”
“If that’s what you want, Baby.” He put the box aside, and stood, holding his
empty hand out for King. Queen was
safely nestled into his other hand, and when Petey transferred custody, Jon
took them both to the dresser.
Positioning them in the center, he turned for her approval. “Okay?”
Better than okay.
Absolutely perfect. When had her
life become a freaking fairy tale?
“Yeah, it looks good.”
Returning to her, he locked his hands into Petey’s and
pulled her up into the circle of his arms.
“So do you,” he murmured, nuzzling the curve of her neck. “After tomorrow, you don’t get to deny me
sex, Petey. Ever. Anytime, anyplace I want it, you’ll suck me
or fuck me until I’m too old to get it up anymore.”
His
commandeering asshole routine was just for show, she’d come to learn. By now, he knew what pushed her buttons, and
being under his authority was one of the biggest buttons on the board. Who was she to complain if he pushed it often
and well?
“Yes, Sir,” she demurred meekly, not taking offense at the offensiveness of his decree.
“Yes, Sir,” she demurred meekly, not taking offense at the offensiveness of his decree.
Confident hands gripped her backside, propelling her
against the erection straining behind his zipper. Petey mewled softly, instantly aching to have
him.
“When do I get my
wedding gift?”
Wedding gift? The
sensual fog had rolled in, clouding her brain and rendering her temporarily
stupid. Oh. Wedding gift.
“It’s supposed to be here this afternoon. You can have it before we go to dinner.”
He growled lightly in the back of his throat. “I’d rather have you before dinner,
especially since it sounds like our little dinner has grown into a full-fledged party.”
“Mm. Is that
okay?” The hard heat of his flesh molded to her palms as she caressed his
back. “It just seemed easier since
everybody would need to eat before the bachelor and bachelorette partying started.”
Jon grumbled, physically separating himself from her and
not happy that he had to. “Yeah, but I
guess that means I need to make some calls and get extra security at
Angelina’s. After I go jack off,” he
muttered.
Petey’s fingers dug into his forearm and her eyes danced
with mischievousness. “Don’t you dare
waste an orgasm that way. You’ll wait
until tomorrow night to get off, just like I am.”
“You don’t control my orgasms.”
She smirked at his haughtiness. He could pretend to be pissed all he wanted,
but half the sparks they struck off of one another were from the undercurrent
of their contrived power struggle. He
got off on it just as much as she did.
Petey cupped him through the worn denim of his jeans,
with a wicked, “Wanna bet?”
You always come up with something!! This chapter so far it's...Sarcastabitch I soooo love that! LOL
ReplyDeleteHe was gravitating toward the mother ship. You're on a roll today....
Ohhh The King and Queen of Bling.. Jon sometimes you're such a hopeless romantic..... Loved that.
And Finally possibly the best of all
You don’t control my orgasms.....Wanna bet?
Great Job loved this chapter. Very creative phrases.
“Well take all my fashion sense and call me a straight man” and "Petey Pursestrings" are classic Gavin! I love him!
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Can't wait for the dinner to have both their families all together and then with the band add in? it's gonna to be fun! - BELINDA
ReplyDeleteWhat is going on with Richie and Denny??? Did Richie listen to petey and call her about joining him at the wedding???
ReplyDeleteWasn't it Tony who told Richie to bring Denny to the wedding, not Petey? or did I miss something. It all started with Tony who gave Richie the idea.
DeleteHmmmmm...a bachelorette party with the groom's ex-wife & daughter & the bride's mother - could be kinda interesting, even if it's not at the cabaret club! LOL
ReplyDeleteI like Petey's solution of a necklace for him to wear when he can't wear his ring...figured she'd come up with something like that. And really, most of the known world will know he's married, so it's not like the ring is needed to say "I'm a married man. Hands off!"
And finally, I second the above comment - what's going on with Richie & Denny???????
First of all, I assume you guys know I write a little head, right? Well, usually about the time you all start asking for something, it appears in the next post. Translation: Richie & Denny are addressed in the next chapter. I'm getting pretty good at knowing what you what and when you want it. :)
DeleteThank you for your reply blush! but honestly, me personally (and I am only speaking for me) I don't like those kind of questions. Why ask for them? You are not going to leave us hanging and just completely forget about characters and storylines. Have patience!! I know coming from me, it's strange (Tony anyone????) but I always have faith! - Maria
DeleteOccasionally I get sidetracked with the bigger picture, so it doesn't hurt to nudge me from time to time. :)
DeleteIf that's the case, what's going on with Tony and Dorothea? nudge, nudge!! - only joking, I know and I am loving it, they are engaged!! I can wait until next chapter (hint!) - Maria
DeleteI wish I had Gavin in my life! can he be anymore gayer? his fantastic! Out of the parties, it's the ladies one that I want to be at! that's going to be excellent!!
ReplyDeleteBUT they said the name of the restaurant and the apartment is bugged. - Maria
why do I have the bad feeling that it won't going along so smoothly.
ReplyDeleteDid they find Daniel yet? or is he still bugging all that what happens at the BonJovi apartment?
After that I have one question: Do we really have to wait until Thursday for the next chapter? Really????
ReplyDeleteI agree, since it's Richies Birthday today, you could post a Richie chapter ;)
ReplyDeleteanother great chapter - thanks!
ReplyDelete“You don’t control my orgasms.”
Petey cupped him through the worn denim of his jeans, with a wicked, “Wanna bet?”
JUST GREAT LOL
...but the fact that Daniel can hear everything... shit...I´m afraid he will show up very soon... :-(
I thought we could have been in for a little surprise with a Richie post today but I can wait until tomorrow. Mr Sambora with Denny? I like the sound of that.
ReplyDeleteI don't think Petey should care if he doesn't wear his wedding ring on stage, like fivegenie said, the whole world knows that he is married. It takes a secure woman to be married to Jon and I think Petey is very secure.
ReplyDeleteOff topic but sort of on too. I saw Vera Wang's new bridal collection. Guess what they are? black wedding dress!! made me think of Petey and her wedding dress.
http://imageshack.us/f/171/verawang440x330.jpg/
Also why doesn't Jon use Jesse as Best Man? it's not uncommon for second marriages where the groom will use their son from their first marriage as Best Man. Jesse is old enough to be Best Man. Don't get me wrong, Richie is great but I just think he should had Jesse.
" I can be strong for one blasted day" good luck with that one Petey.
ReplyDeleteAngelina’s Ristorante good choice. David you have good taste.
‘Petey Pursestrings’ and ‘Sarcastabitch’...HILARIOUS and classic Blush!
ReplyDeleteMein Gott,die zwei passen so gut zusammen,wer hätte das gedacht.ich könnte hier ewig weiter lesen.sooo guuut.
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