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As if to answer their questions the doorbell rang and everyone looked at Arimie.

"Are we expecting someone else?"

"Yes, that would be the male stripper I hired," Amoris told them with a smirk making their jaws open wide.

She got up and proceeded to the door, leaving the girls dumbfounded.

"That’s not a good idea. Our men will not be pleased," Irlana apprehensively added.

"What they don’t know won’t hurt them. I won’t tell if you won’t," Rubisha winked at them, clearly enjoying this turn of events.

Aselia was still processing the words ’male stripper’. Wondering how that worked. She had never seen one, only heard about them. A small part of her was excited to see him and understand what it was all about.

Arimie was nervously nibbling on her lower lip, the idea of ogling at another man while he stripped was inappropriate and yet exciting at the same time.

"Señor will be pissed, Aselia," Frila was most frightened of them. She knew the brunt of his anger would fall on her if he found out.

"I know but I have never seen one. How bad could it be?" Aselia was already feeling the effects of alcohol. She was throwing caution to the wind.

Just then Arimie walked inside with a man who seemed more like a model than a stripper. With soft curly black hair that adorned his head and a few of those curls fell on his high forehead.

With a deep-set pair of forest-green eyes, a pointed nose and a razor-shaped jawline he surely made ladies drench their thongs. He wasn’t too muscular but toned and lean in build, perfect to be ogled at.

"Hello! Beautiful Ladies, I am Skire. It’s good to be here today," his honey-dipped voice was pleasing to the ears. He waved his hand at them and the open black jacket he adorned shifted to one side bringing his well-sculpted abs and black suspenders into view.

Girls were already gawking at him and simply waved back in slow motion. The wine taking its impact, dulling their senses.

"Can I know who the bride is?" A graceful smile spread on his upturned lips as his heated gaze shifted between the girls.

Everyone pointed to Arimie who was sitting on the centre sofa. He extracted a small red wooden box from his pants pocket and slowly advanced to the spot where she sat. He lowered himself to one knee, keeping that utterly warm smile on his face and mused:

"This is for the bride-to-be," extending his hand he offered the box to her. Arimie tentatively watched him before taking the box with a confused look.

"Thank you," she nodded her head, pursing her lips and opened it to reveal a small remote control with different coloured buttons on it.

The red one said: ’Strip’

The blue one said: ’Dance’

The black one said: ’Tell a dirty joke’

"So the buttons are self-explanatory, I will do whatever the bride presses or desires. And chill out ladies, I will not touch anyone. Merely here to entertain," he said with a chuckle, taking in their solemn faces.

Girls began to whisper and snicker at his observation. Skire oozed confidence as he briskly walked back and took his position, flashing them a seductive smile. And Aselia wondered how many hearts he must have melted with that perfect smile of his.

Amoris had taken her seat along with the other girls and they settled down in a way so all of them faced him.

"Let’s have fun girls. It’s only like watching a movie. I am sure our men will be having the same kind of fun, there is no prohibition on simply observing and admiring something exquisite," Amoris triumphantly replied. She picked up her wine glass and tipped it towards her thirsty lips, the red liquid began to disappear in her mouth.

"Let’s begin the show with a joke then," Arimie shrugged her shoulders, throwing away any worry and caution to the wind and pressed the black button. Skire’s hand held a small device which flashed a black light and he tilted his head at them winking before starting the joke:

"Alright if that’s what the beautiful lady desires. What did the man do when his wife yelled,

I am wet, I am so very wet, I am drenching. Give it to me, give it to me now. Hurry up!"

He asked, arching his eyebrows at the awaiting girls that sat in front of him. Aselia’s ears had begun to turn red when his eyes landed on her and seductively smiled at her. She pressed the wine glass to her face and emptied it, avoiding his gaze.

"Oh! I know, I know. He gave it to her," Rubisha chimed in.

"Gave her what? My pretty lady?" He asked in that sing-song voice of his which resembled a soothing melody. His hands held the hems of his open jacket and he patiently waited for their responses as if he possessed all the time in the world.

"His thang," the room erupted in laughter at her answer. Skire chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

"No, my dear," he waved his slender finger left and right in front of them, "He gave her his umbrella."

He slowly told them with a knowing grin.

More laughter followed his answer and Aselia found herself giggling. This was fun, she needed to do it more often. Who would have thought that she would enjoy dirty jokes and watch a male stripper?

"You have a dirty mind, Rubisha," Aselia slurred, clearly drunk now as she refilled her glass.

"I think we all thought the same, don’t go on denying it, girls," Rubisha countered.

The drinks continued, the jokes kept flying and the girls were soon intoxicated. They offered Skire a drink too but he politely refused on the pretext that he can’t drink on the job.

After the jokes, Arimie asked:

"Dance time?" And everyone vehemently nodded their heads. She snickered and pressed the blue button.

Skire’s device beeped with a blue light and he smugly smiled at them before taking out his phone from his pants pocket.

"Can I use your speakers?" He pointed to Arimie’s sound system in the corner.

"Go ahead."

He took the wire and connected his phone to the speakers. Once satisfied that it was properly connected he turned on the latest trending song.

The room thumped with the loud sound as he adjusted the sound setting to maximum, the windows vibrated and the mood was set.

Skire threw his hands above his head and began snapping his fingers with the rhythm of the music. The movement of feet synchronized with the sound as he swayed himself and effortlessly jumped onto the table in one swift move.

Girls cheered while he maintained eye contact with them and began to seductively dance, moving his hips from side to side and thrusting occasionally. The slow sexual movement of his body had the ladies in jitters, Rubisha whistled at him while Arimie and Irlana got up and began dancing at the side.

Aselia gulped seeing a man dance so sensually, his movements were fluid and he had great control over his body. His hands had moved to the back of his head as it constantly swayed.

Arimie seizing the opportunity pressed the red button as well. Skire’s device showed the red light and an amused smile adorned his sensual lips. Slowly he began peeling off his black jacket. Once done, he threw it towards Arimie, who caught it with a squeal.

"Whoohoo!"

He was left in his suspenders and pants. His hands landed on his pants button and he effortlessly opened it and traced his index finger on the zipper. Girls were stunned at his action. He gradually opened the zipper, taking his sweet time and watching them lazily almost seductively.

His pants followed the same fate and he was only left in his suspender pouch. Placing his hands on his hips he thrust forward and Aselia watched him with wide eyes, her cheeks going vermilion, her eyes twice the size in shock at what she was watching.

"I am imagining Xiran doing this but I don’t think he will ever do it. Stripping is fun," the alcohol in Aselia was putting lewd thoughts in her brain.

"Woooo!" Rubisha squealed, enjoying herself. The music and their drinking made them completely oblivious to everything else. Aselia’s phone was on silent mode so she didn’t even hear Xiran calling her.

He wanted to check how she was doing. But his unanswered calls had him worried. He then called Frila but again no answer. Xiran asked Rumail to call Amoris but she didn’t pick up either.

Similarly, all of them tried their respective girls but none of them answered the phone. This worried them, so they halted their drinking and ended their party early to go check on the ladies. Not knowing their girls were having the time of their lives with a male stripper.