Aside from the bride being different, the two parties were surprisingly similar. The same lame stories were told and most of the gag gifts received by... Nikki were the same. Whoever had given Lexxi the large, bright-pink strapon had also given one to Nikki. To this day I still have no idea who it was, but one thing was certain, she was my kind of girl. It was not until the stripper arrived that things finally started getting interesting. I had only just escorted Candy Cane into the living room. I shifted my hips so I could slide my length along her clit. Her nails scratched across my back and she whispered, “Now! I need you now!” I shifted again and pushed my hips forward and my head slipped inside her. I held there for a moment until I felt her hips start moving trying to bury me deeper inside her.She was as tight as I had imagined, her velvet skin hot and slick with her arousal. I tried to hold off but almost involuntarily I started moving, slowly at first but increasing in depth. Was she on a date? Oh well, none of my business, really. “Whatcha gettin’?” Deedee drawled at me.“Um, bacon double,” I answered after a pause. “What are you gettin’?”“Pizza burger. Will you eat some of my fries?”“For you, I could make that sacrifice,” I poured it on thick with my hand over my heart.Deedee giggled, a pink hue rising on her dimpled cheeks.“They’re so adorable it’s almost disgusting. You’re right, Lexie,” Mandy complained with a grin.Allison came back with our drinks. Deedee and I. " But not you." But not me," she grinned.He got quiet for a second and got serious."Sometimes it was tough, I mean really fucking tough. The travel, the stress, everything. After every show I would just be so drained. Not too mention cut up and bruised."He laughed slightly at this and started to play with the label on his beer. Darlene listened, soaking it all in."Everyone wants a piece of you, ya know?" he asked, running his hand through his hair."I understand," she said softly. They were.