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The Wrestlers Ball was a star-studded event. The who’s who of the entertainment and sports worlds were there. Davis Preston and his daughter were known for throwing the most elaborate parties, and his year’s theme was nothing short of amazing.
Cirque du Soleil-style performers entertained the guests, while live bands and DJs rocked the stage at the front of the venue. Artists performed aerial acrobatics, hanging from draped fabrics from the rafters as the guest sounds of wonder cascaded amongst the sounds of music. It was like being part of a live Vegas show as the guest entered the room, and the decor was the most glam of anything they had ever seen.
Candy and Isis sat watching from their table while their men hovered over the buffet line. Candy put her head on her hand, leaning on the table; both women with their mouths gaped open in disgust.
“How do they eat so much?” a shocked Isis asked.
“Do they have a bottomless stomach?”
“Do they have four stomachs, like a cow?”
Candy turned to Isis. “I’m bored. I can’t watch these two keep eating. I’m going to be sick.”
“I think it’s because they both don’t drink like the other guys. They’re making up for it by stuffing their faces with a hundred pounds of meat.”
“Maybe. Isis, I know how to get them to turn their attention to us.”
Isis perked up. “What should we do? I’m sick of waiting for them to finish eating.”
“Dance together. Pretend we are going to make out. We just have to pretend. I don’t want Gage killing me for touching his girl.”
Isis pulled Candy toward the dance floor. “Less talk, more action. Let’s try it. I’m a dancer, I can do sexy. We don’t even have to make out to make it look real. Just dance and give them a show. Gage loves for me to dance for him.”
“Okay. But… wait —” Candy grabbed her hand, pulling her back. “Slade has a kink.”
“PDA.”
“How did you know?”
Isis laughed, saying, “Because every time you get freaky, he makes sure other people hear you. I think he likes to make sure everyone knows you're his girl. He’s like a dog marking his territory.”
“What if he gets excited on the dance floor?”
“Not like he’s going to go down on you while everyone is watching. Wait… he wouldn’t. Would he?”
Candy shrugged. “My guess is, yes, he would. Not that I’d be able to say no. He’s so gorgeous.”
“Candy, you need to seal the deal. Slade cares for you. Don’t keep him hanging.”
“I know. Once everything with my family gets sorted out, I’ll tell him.”
“Tell him what?’ she asked, glancing over to her friend. It only took a second for the realization to hit home. “Oh, my gosh. You love him.”
Candy looked at her friend, nodding. “More than anything in my entire life.”
Isis pulled her to the dance floor. “Let’s dance. Time to show your man you mean business.”
As the woman started dancing and grinding on each other, their seductive moves made everyone in the place take notice. Meanwhile, Gage and Slade were back at their table eating.
“This is good. Try the lobster.”
“Did you get any of this steak? It’s delicious.”
“Waaa goin’ on?” Gage talked with his mouth full, noticing everyone watching the dance floor.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full. I didn’t understand you.”
Gage wiped his mouth and nodded to the dance floor. “What’s going on over there?”
Slade stood up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, stretching his neck to see what all the commotion was about. “Looks like some girls dancing together. Damn, that’s hot. Oh, shit… Gage. Stand up and look.”
As Gage stood up, he found Isis and Candy dancing together, looking like pure sex kittens. His mouth dropped open, and he was sure he drooled a little. Slade reached over and pushed his mouth closed as he was doing the same.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Slade said with a sly smirk. “Damn. Isis can dance.”
Gage smacked him in the back of the head, not dropping his gaze away from the woman. “Stop checking out my fiancé.”
Slade rubbed his head, wincing. “Stop looking at my girl.”
Gage glanced over at him, teasing, “Still not your girl. Maybe I’ll take them both back to my room tonight. I’ll have them both wearing my collar calling me Master.”
Slade rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me kill you. Due, you have serious issues. Do you see a therapist for your deviant behavior?”
Gage crossed his arms over his massive chest and laughed. “You’re one to talk. At least I usually keep it behind closed doors.”
“So, what? I like the thrill of getting caught. Son of a bitch! Did Candy just lick Isis’ neck?”
Drake stepped up behind them, patting the men hard on the back, making them stumble. “Are you two idiots going to just stand here while your girls are letting out their inner freak? You should go take advantage of this fine display? Isis is getting tipsy and her shy girl cover is being blown. If you’re not interested, my girl and I have no problem taking them both back to our room. You better watch out because Sahara is moving in on them now. She’s like the pussy whisperer. She’ll have your girls leaving with us in five… four… three… two...” Drake pointed to the dance floor.
Sahara was dancing with them and looked back at the guys with a devious smile. She whispered something to her friends and suddenly Isis was kissing Sahara, and Candy was rubbing her backside.
Drake smiled in satisfaction. “One.”
Gage and Slade’s jealous sides went into full effect.
“Damn it, Drake. Control your woman,” Gage scowled as he took off to the dance floor.
Slade was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. “This is the best party ever.”
As Slade made his way to the dance floor, Sahara walked past him and slapped him on the butt. “I warmed her up for ya. You and Gage owe me for the wild sex you’re getting later tonight.”
“Sahara, I am amazed Gage didn’t kill you. You know how jealous he gets.”
Sahara winked. “He’ll forgive me later, besides he knows they are my best friends. Truth is, Drake is all I want, and he knows it. We had to figure out how to get you, idiots, away from the buffet. Now go win over your girl and make her yours.”
Slade made his way to Candy, who was now dancing by herself.
Dancing over to him, she grabbed his tie, pulling it loose. “I thought you would never get over here. I was getting lonely.”
“You could have just said you wanted my attention. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Oh.. that. They’re my best friends. It was nothing.” Candy ran her hand over his chest.
“You know, there are too many people on this dance floor. We could have a lot of fun and no one would know a thing.”
“Slade, not here. People will see us.”
“You always say that, but never mean it. You still give me what I need.”
Candy wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair. “What do you need?”
“Your dress is short. Did you do this for me?” He flipped the bottom of her tutu-inspired cocktail dress.
“I thought you might like it.” She stepped closer to whisper in his ear, saying, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
With a half-smirk, he asked, “Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
Slade looked around to see if anyone was watching while they danced together. Turning her back to him, he pulled her against his chest while her hand laced around his neck. Slowly he glided his hand up the back of her strapless pink mini ball gown. His fingers traced the curve of her bottom, making goosebumps prickle her skin.
“Sprinkles, do you know how sexy you are?” Talking in her ear, he grazed his lips across the pulse point on her neck.
“Mmm. Slade. We can’t.”
“I’m not doing anything… yet.” He smiled against her neck.
Sliding his hand over her bottom and between her thighs, he asked, “Now why would you tell me you're not wearing any panties and expect me not to check?”
Gliding his fingers smoothly over her bottom to her core, he heard a small whimper escape her lips. Candy shifted her hips to push his hand closer, letting out a moan louder than expected.
“My legs are shaking. I can’t hold on.”
Pulling her close to support her body, he hummed with delight. “Mmm. I know. I feel your body shaking. You want to come for me, my pretty pink prom queen? You better not do it here. Someone might see or hear those sweet screams.”
Candy pulled away and turned toward him. Taking his hand, she guided it between her legs, hiding what they were doing beneath the many layers of candy pink tulle skirts. “No one can see. Please, touch me.”
Slade started rubbing his fingers over her slick nub, and Candy buried her head in his neck, trying to stifle her moans. The loud music concealed her sudden chirp of excitement.
“I’m… Fuck. Don’t stop — I’m so close.”
Gage was dancing with Isis and looked over to the smiling Slade. By the cheesy grin and hand concealed by the mass of her poofy dress, Gage knew what he was doing.
Gage mouthed to him, “What the hell, man?”
Slade just wiggled his eyebrows and increased the pressure, making Candy come undone against his fingertips. Slade smiled from ear-to-ear, winking at Gage as Candy trembled under his touch. Public displays were his thing, and he finally found a girl who loved it so much she couldn’t say no.
“Slade, I need to sit. I’m dizzy. That felt so good, but it was so intense my head is spinning.”
Slade pulled her off the dance floor and slapped his hand on Gage’s back on the way out. The very one that was just up Candy’s skirt.
Gage looked at his shoulder and grumbled under his breath, “Asshole.”
Isis looked up at him. “Did you say something?”
“Nothing, babe. I think we need to get back to the hotel room. You have been a bad girl tonight.”
Isis bit her lip, trying to conceal her grin. “I was so bad.”
Gage smacked her ass. “Yes, you were.”
As they walked past Slade, Gage flipped him off and laughed.
Slade chuckled. “Don’t hate, Gage. You’re just mad that you didn’t think of it first.”
Candy’s mouth dropped open. “He saw?”
Slade licked his lips, smiling like he won the lottery. “Yep. Best prom ever.”
