Made to Love: Carmen and Cooper's Story (25 page)

“
I can’t believe we are going to
eat all of this right before my wedding.”

Giselle states, “Girl, you will be fine. As
much as you work out, you won’t gain a pound.”

Marcia ignores us and starts
eating. I am surprised how good everything tastes, especially since
there are some weird combinations on the hotdogs. Of course we
could not finish all the food, but we did give it our best effort.
My stomach is so full; we go back to our room and sleep for a few
hours. I wake up at five and Marcia hands me a rum and
coke.

“Where is Giselle?” I
ask.

“
She went to check everything
out.”

I sit on the L shaped couch and sip my drink.
The large cream cushions are highlighted with multiple canary
yellow and mocha pillows.

“
Marcia I am glad we have a few
minutes together. I want you to know that once I get married, I
don’t want our relationship to change. Always know that I am here
for you.”

Marcia finishes her drink and says, “I know
Carmen, but things will change. You won’t be around as much because
you will be adjusting to the married life.” I open my mouth to say
something, but she stops me. “We will always be best friends, but
everything in life changes.”

Giselle comes back into the room with a note
pad in hand. She tells us about what is in the hotel and the times
we are to arrive at each activity.

Tonight we want some authentic Italian
entrées, so we have dinner at Terra Rosa. After dinner we go to the
salon and have manicure and pedicure treatments since we will have
an early morning.

Chapter
Forty-Two

The smell of coffee and cigarettes wakes me.
“Marcia!” I yell. She enters the bedroom with a cup of hot water
for me and coffee for herself.

“
Why are you smoking in our
room?”

“Carmen chill, I smoked on the
balcony and didn’t close the door. Don’t give me any shit, Giselle
already did.”

The sound of the front door closing makes me
think that Giselle left. But instead she comes in with fresh fruit
and bagels.

“
Morning princess and smoking
mess. I got us a light breakfast, so we don’t become ill on the
trail.”

Marcia says, “Can’t we skip the horseback
riding? I am not in the mood to smell horse shit.”

Her statement annoys Giselle. “No we cannot
skip it. We have a schedule of activities that will be
followed!”

I laugh. Marcia doesn’t.

“This is why you should drink
coffee instead of the green tea. You would be in a better mood,” I
say.

Giselle looks at the both of us and states,
“You need to be ready in an hour and don’t keep me
waiting.”

She walks out of the room. Giselle is a
scheduling queen, and we both know not to mess up her time frames.
We are ready in forty-five minutes.

After horseback riding, Giselle orders lunch
for us. She is always making sure everyone eats. Later I hear the
girls fussing because Marcia wants to go topless. These two are so
amusing. I am going to miss not being around to see their silly
disagreements. I love my friends.

Giselle says, “Carmen tell your
friend she has to wear a top.”

I reply, “Why is she always my
friend when it’s about her shenanigans?”

Marcia states, “I am standing right here and I
don’t need either of you.”

She crosses her arms.

“
Aww little baby Marcia got her
feelings hurt.”

Giselle opens her arms and says, “Come here,
baby.”

Marcia and I burst out laughing. We finally go
to the pool and lay out. The sun feels good on our skin. After
swimming a few laps and having a water fight, we head back to the
suite.

“
I can’t wait to see the
Chippendales tonight,” Marcia says, as she puts on her purple
dress. The strapless top is full of sequins, and the skirt has a
see through layer of fuchsia allowing the sequins to shine from
underneath. Her chunky glitter pumps match perfectly with her
dress. She sparkles from every angle.

Giselle grins, “I hear they are
some of the sexiest men in the world.”

She is wearing a short cream A-line baby doll
dress. The lace material is sewn with a chic floral design. Her
cream fold-over-cuff ankle boots are laced up and ready for action.
I grab my sexy high neck corset lace mini black cocktail dress. A
black ribbon is tied on the left side. My feisty look is
achieved.

“
Sorry ladies no one is sexier
than Cooper.”

They look at each other and pretend to
vomit.

“
Let me do everyone’s makeup
before I get dressed,” I say.

Marcia does a happy dance. Giselle isn’t
excited. She hates wearing makeup, but never puts up a fuss when we
ask her too.

When the limo arrives we are excited to be
headed to the Rio hotel. While stopped at the light, we can see the
hotel. It is made of all glass, the outer rims are dark, and two
sections of red come down the sides. The middle is electric blue.
The sign at the top RIO is lit in red. Marcia opens the moon roof
and pops out, champagne glass in hand.

“
Vegas baby!” she yells to all the
people along the sidewalk. They cheer her on.

“
Hey, wasn’t that our stop?” I
call.

Marcia slides back down and takes a
seat.

“
Don’t worry Carmen, we have an
activity planned before the show,” says Giselle.

“You two are always plotting.” I
giggle. They look at each other with mischievous grins.

The limo comes to a stop in front of Planet
Hollywood Resort & Casino.

“
Okay ladies, time to reveal your
plan.”

“
We think not, just follow us,
we’ll lead the way,” Giselle says as we all walk arm in arm inside
the glowing high-rise building.

The lobby floor is a bright cobalt blue, it
reminds me of clear night skies, as the lights above reflect stars
onto the blue surface. Marble columns are draped in crystals from
top to bottom where they fringe out. I’m speechless from the
splendor of this place when we finally reach the elevator. Getting
in, Giselle presses the number five and I wonder what will happen
when we get there.

“
Are you ready to get this party
started or what?” Marcia asks with a slight chuckle.

I let them get out first as I follow them down
the hall and we come to a single black door with a small peep
through window. I catch a glimpse of florescent lights before they
hold the door open for me. Walking in, there are several ladies
already seated, and the chrome poles let me know exactly what time
it is. “Really girls?” I ask taking a seat on the purple chair made
of velour. Silence overtakes the room as the instructor Heidi takes
the stage. Her introduction is by a swift slide down the
pole.

“
Welcome ladies. Would you and
everyone in your party please take position beside a pole
please?”

We take a stance beside the slick
silver object. Marcia is prepared for the challenge, her left leg
already on the pole waiting for further instructions. Heidi comes
to meet our group and demonstrates some moves that Marcia soon
imitates. I allow Giselle to be the next victim, and she looks like
a professional.

“Now I know what you do in your
free time away from the center.” I laugh as I step up to the
task.

The pole feels cold between my legs but I
receive applause from all the ladies in the room, even the
instructor.

“
Who’s the professional now?”
Giselle teases me.

We all laugh as we exit the class. Marcia and
Giselle have a conversation in the elevator about having a pole
installed in the apartment.

“
I think it would be good
exercise,” Marcia exclaims.

“
I hate to interrupt your deep
conversation regarding poles, but I just want to thank you both.
This time has been enjoyable and I know only the best is yet to
come.”

“Oh yes it is!” Marcia shouts as
we walk outside to the limo.

“
Chippendales here we come!”
Giselle and Marcia say at the same time.

These two ladies have brought me
so much laughter today, my cheek bones are beginning to hurt. Four
minutes later our limo pulls up to Rio. Crowds of people circulate
the area as we step out and head in. Floor to ceiling windows
surround the entrance of the carpeted trail. We reach the elegantly
designed marble tile as a bellhop points us to the elevators. The
second floor holds our destination, suite 62.

“
I hope we still get a good seat,
the show is about to start,” I say.

Marcia speaks up “Girl calm down,
it’s not every day you have a bachelorette party, only VIP
treatment for you. Don’t worry you won’t miss a thing from our
seats.”

“
Thanks again for making this
weekend memorable.”

We hug before we enter the Chippendale Lounge;
the sign is lit above the door. Two giant screens beside the
entrance display images of bare chested men wearing only a bow tie
with their thumbs tucked inside black leather pants. The bouncer
takes our tickets, and points us to the reserved place where we
will be sitting.

“
Enjoy the show ladies.” He
smirks.

We are in the front of the stage
that looks like it can fit at least fifty people, if not more. Our
seating arrangement is a flat black leather couch. A round table
sits in front of us, a silver bucket of ice and three glasses are
already arranged on top. A male waiter then approaches us
and

sticks a bottle of champagne in the
bucket.

“
Good evening ladies,” he
says.

“
Good evening to you,” Marcia
replies, her eyes watching his rear as he walks away.

“
Oh my, this is every girl’s
fantasy.”

“
Damn, I forgot to break change
for singles, did you ladies?” I start digging in my purse for some
cash.

“No tipping, Carmen, it’s not
allowed,” Giselle responds.

Marcia pops open the bottle and
distributes it evenly in each glass.

“
Ladies, here’s to a great evening
and a wild girl’s night out.”

We raise our glasses of bubbly to meet hers.
We sip the fine champagne, as the same waiter sets down a small
platter of cut strawberries.

“
Mmm,” Marcia says as she
instantly picks one up and sticks it in her mouth. “Now I feel like
Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. I just hope no seeds get stuck in my
teeth like hers.” Giselle and I crack up in laughter.

“
Only you would compare yourself
to a hooker.”

Then the place goes dark.

“
Shhh,” Marcia says, “The show is
about to start.”

An announcer, with a seductive tone comes over
the intercom, and reminds us of certain rules that must be
followed.

“No tipping. No touching. But look
all you want, and make sure to enjoy yourselves.”

Not a second later the overhead
fluorescent lights on stage expose some of the hottest men. They’re
all dressed in cuffs and collars, showing off their chiseled
bodies. Hooting and hollering comes from all directions, including
our table as they begin strip teasing to the sexual sounds of
“Pony” by Ginuwine. After peeling their jeans off, black G-strings
outline the packages lying underneath the leather material. Dicks
flop everywhere, especially when the lyrics “Ride it, my pony” come
on. Sweat begins to glisten off their hairless chests, and some men
display ink on assorted areas of their body. A few of them have
purposefully stayed in our area, grinding and flopping away. Once
the song ends, they head backstage to prepare for the next act. On
queue the lights dim, Nelly’s song “Hot in Here” comes on as three
men wearing yellow overalls and a fireman’s helmet appear on stage.
I notice the guy in the middle holds a Pulaski used for props.
Marcia says, “That one in the back on the left could put my fire
out any day.”

Our bodies dance along with theirs
as the suspenders slid down off there sculpted shoulders. Marcia
refills our glasses, never allowing her eyes to leave the stage.
Without warning, pants are off and three very full red G-strings
are bobbing right in front of Marcia. She has to cup her mouth to
prevent spitting out the champagne she hasn’t had a chance to
swallow. Giselle and I can’t help but laugh, while her face turns
the same color as her hair. The next set of men must be ready as
the song comes to a close. I decide it’s a perfect time to use the
ladies room. Marcia and Giselle decline to come with. They’re
afraid they may miss something from the next act.

Making my way back, I see the next group is
dressed in only black trousers. “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake is
on. After stripping themselves of their pants, one jumps off
landing in front of our table. He reaches for my hand and escorts
me to the stage. A chair propped against the metal pole is ready
for my presence. I sit down and looking at my girls, I know this is
their doing. The man tugs my hands behind me where they are
handcuffed to a metal pole. One pulls my hair from behind as the
other two grind on me. I feel restrained by the handcuffs as one
sits on me and starts working his pelvis into me. His hand travels
from my neck down the length of my torso, all the while moving
erotically to the beat of the song. Luckily, my hands are released
soon because no man should be touching me besides Cooper and I am
guided off stage back to my seat. The show soon ends.