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down. “Drink!” I screamed out to get the girls to all head to the bar.
    Seated at the bar, I leaned up on my forearms and flagged down the bartender.
    He nodded to me but first let his eyes caress my cleavage on display.
    “Hey,” I said as a blush overtook my cheeks. I remembered the list of shots we’d looked up for tonight. “We need shots. Let’s kick this night off with four Blow Jobs.”
    The bartender let out a hearty laugh as he grabbed the Disaronno and Baileys. “You got it!” he yelled as he topped each shot off with some whipped cream and dispersed them to each of us.
    “To my freedom!” Leslie announced to the club.
    Four shots were scooped up and slammed back, and we all screamed in unison.
    “More!” Leslie demanded.
    “Okay, okay. Next up, four Orgasms,” I requested.
    The bartender, by this point, was cracking up. “Bachelorette party, I’m betting?”
    “Hell yeah, it is!” Leslie screamed at the poor guy.
    I wasn’t sure how much pity I had since he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.
    Handing me my shot, he leaned in. “You know, I can make all these shots become your reality.”
    Slamming the shot back with the girls, I ignored his forwardness, hoping I didn’t have to worry about him since he was making some killer shots.
    “Alright, lady, what’s next? Dance or another shot?” I called to Leslie.
    “Bend Me Over Baby!” she hollered to the bartender.
    With a wink, he set off to mix us up our third shots.
    Minutes later, back on the dance floor, we were apparently all feeling the effects of the alcohol we’d just inhaled, happily dancing together and singing along to the music the DJ was spinning.
    Suddenly, two warm strong hands wrapped around my hips, pulling me in and grinding against my backside. I looked to Leslie in panic, but her back was to me as she spun with her hands in the air, overtaken by the music.
    “Your ass was just calling to me, baby,” he whispered in my ear as I felt his hot breath on my neck.
    Panic rising within me I tried to step away, but instead he used my movement to turn me into him, forcing me to look up to a guy who’d done one too many steroids in his life and was doused in cheap cologne that made me want to gag. Flashing my ring, I announced, “I highly doubt my ass was calling to you.” I gently shoved him back to give myself some much-needed space.
    Wrapping his arms back around me, he pulled me back in to his body, bringing his face close enough I could taste the alcohol on his breath.
    “Oh, trust me it was,” he slurred, leaning in closer, eyes locked onto my lips. Trying to physically shove him back was like pushing a brick wall, and he wasn’t budging an inch.
    Refusing to be anyone’s victim ever again, I became enraged. Pulling my hand back, I intended to make sure to slap him with all my force, knowing I needed to shock the hell out of him enough that I could get away. Whack! Hand stinging, I shook it out as the girls had apparently realized the pickle I’d gotten myself into and flanked me.
    His hand instantly began rubbing his face where a red handprint was appearing as steroid-boy’s eyes filled with rage. “You bitch!” he yelled.
    I cringed, seeing his muscles bunch up, ready to charge back at me. Mentally I prepared for him. To my relief, two bouncers and the bartender appeared, snatched him up like a rag doll, and dragged him out as he called me every nasty name in the book.
    I felt physically glued to the spot where he’d left me.
    The bartender stepped up to us, shaking me from the hold as he looked me over. “You girls all okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
    For the first time I actually let myself admire him, scanning him head to toe. Blond locks curled at the ends, and green eyes, lean muscles of a swimmer’s body enhanced by his tight denim jeans, white undershirt, and black vest all made him very easy on the eyes.
    “Yeah, we are fine. What a douche!” Leslie spoke up from behind