Something Old, Something New

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Steph

I couldn’t believe that Syd booked a spa day for us, what an amazing surprise. To top it off when we walked into the spa most of my girls were there. I wasn’t expecting most of them to get in until tomorrow, in time for the rehearsal dinner.

“That massage was…orgasmic. Is that even possible?” Michelle asked as we all piled into Syd’s SUV.

“Totally possible and totally true. I will be booking another one with that man in the very near future,” Syd replied.

I was so excited to have all of my girls with me. Michelle Simon and I met when we were neighbors about seven years ago, she lived across the hall from Syd and me. I walked over to her place to give her some mail that had been placed in my box by accident. When the door opened, there stood this gorgeous coffee and cream colored woman, literally sneering at me, “What?” She spat. I held out my hand to give her the mail. “They gave me this by accident,” I stammered. She started laughing, “Oh hey, thanks! Come on in!” And from that moment on she has literally been one of my closest friends. We still laugh about that first meeting to this day.

Beth Meadows and I worked together during our internship at a local marketing firm. We shared the same major and became fast friends over our shared dislike of some of the partners at the firm. Beth’s husband, Aaron, was a Marine and deployed a lot, so she ended up crashing with Syd and me, frequently. I have always told her that she reminds me of ‘Piper’ from “Charmed.”

Marisol Alameda and I had the most unlikely meeting. She and I randomly struck up a conversation during one of my frequent trips to Café Coco. The line was long, and it was hot out. We ended up chatting once we got our food and became fast friends. She and Syd were never very fond of each other but you throw a guy in the mix and it just spells trouble. The straw that finally broke the camel’s back between the two of them happened when Marisol had apparently “called dibs” on some guy one night when they were out. The guy spotted Syd and Syd “had the audacity to disrespect the dibs rule,” because she and the guy left the club together and hooked up. I’m not quite sure how that works when the man in question decides who he wants, but whatever, that was their issue. I tried not to take sides.

After spending the entire day at the spa, Syd, Michelle, Beth, Marisol and I all headed to a hotel suite to change our clothes and hit the town. The plan was to hit a few of the bars on 2nd Avenue before crashing in the room. I had to keep my eye on Syd and Marisol most of the day, even though each agreed to put aside their differences this weekend. I just had an uneasy feeling.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I need a nap after that massage,” I said.

“Steph you can nap tomorrow, we have plans tonight. Change your clothes and get your ass ready,” Syd fussed.

“Quit your bitching Syd, let the woman rest for a minute.” Michelle jumped in. “Girl nap, this weekend is about you. I will tell you that if you don’t wake up we will bachelorette party without your ass.”

Everyone cracked up at that.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

Everyone looked at Syd waiting for her to answer, she obviously held on to some vital information. Info that must have been critical to my partying status.

“Well, here’s the thing Steph,” she started. Oh crap, it’s never good when she starts like that. “Um…well, I thought it would be fun for us to hang out here, with a few drinks…”

“Okay, that’s not so bad.” I said while the girls still eyed Syd. “So why do I need to change? Can’t I just get comfortable if we aren’t leaving the suite?”

Michelle and Beth started giggling. Oh, this can’t be good.

“Well, I hired some strippers, they’ll be here in an hour and a half.”

“Sydnee Marie!! I can’t believe you.”

Michelle is in a full-fledged laugh attack. Beth is covering her face while she laughs and Marisol is just watching the exchange with a big grin.

“Were you all in on this?”

They all nod.

“We knew it would terrify you and it would be hilarious to us, plus I mean…strippers,” Marisol said.

“Bitches!” I chuckle. “So what should I wear?” I asked, feeling like a kid waiting for Christmas.

They all laughed.

Five girls, two bathrooms, one suite. It’s a miracle we didn’t all kill each other. While we were getting dressed, a few more friends dropped in. We had all just barely gotten dressed when there was a knock on the door. I didn’t know what to expect. You always see in movies that some stripper, pretending to be a police officer shows up and says that there is a noise complaint or some other ridiculous reason to “arrest” the bride-to-be. So I was a bit disappointed when it was just room service with a cart full of wine bottles, and a cheese and fruit platter.

“Someone called for the bachelorette party special?” The bellman asked.

“She did,” Syd said with a big grin, pointing in my direction.

“Ma’am, do you mind signing the ticket?”

He reached in his lapel for a pen, placed it on a clipboard and handed it in my direction. As I reached out for it, he grabbed me.

“What the hell?” I shrieked.

He spun me around and I landed in a chair that wasn’t there just 30 seconds ago. He unbuttoned his vest and loosened his tie before it dawned on me what’s happening.

The next thing you know music starts playing and two other guys walk into the suite. All three of them were gorgeous. The bellboy was tall, tan and dark-haired. One of his companions, the “UPS man,” was a buff, gorgeous Asian guy that reminded me of an actor, whose name I couldn’t recall at the moment, he played on that Hawaiian cop show. The last guy, “Mr. Military,” was a really good-looking milk chocolaty gentleman. Syd couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

“Syd, don’t stare too hard. I don’t think Wyatt would appreciate having to bail his best friend out of jail the day before his wedding.” Beth said.

“Screw Phil, he’s probably balls deep in some skank. I’m having fun.”

I turned my attention back to “the bellboy.” He had his shirt off and was gyrating a little too close to my face for my comfort. I tried to get up, but he took his tie and used it to secure me to one arm of the chair. Oh crap, I thought. He continued to dance and shake his firm booty in my face as he stripped off his pants.

“Whooo,” Marisol yelled. “Shake it baby.”

“Yeah sexy,” hollered my friend Tara.

Marisol came up dancing behind him and stuffed singles down his briefs.

I looked around the room and started laughing. Poor “Mr. UPS” and “Mr. Military,” were being ambushed by Syd, Michelle and Nicole, while Beth sat in a chair whooping it up. I just shook my head. I wouldn’t trade these girls for the world. Syd still seemed especially taken by “Mr. Military.” Uh oh, Phil better watch out, Syd may have a taste for chocolate, I laughed to myself.

“The bellboy” and Marisol were dancing, well more like Marisol was grinding all over him, not that he seemed to mind.

The guys danced, we hooted and hollered and dropped singles in their briefs for about two hours before they packed it up and left, it was perfect timing, because I think we were all out of singles.