The Bachelorette Party — Maddie James

Three women, three stories, and one erotic night that will change their lives forever... Double Trouble for the Wedding Planner Mary Kate Wells refuses to admit that she's innocent. She has had sex, she's here to tell you. But the truth is, when Johnny the Stripper calls the day of the bachelorette party to confirm his appointment later that night, the sound of his voice saying, "Hi, Mary. My name is Johnny, and I'll be your stripper this evening," jerks her libido into full-speed ahead like nothing she'd ever felt before. And then when Johnny arrives with his twin brother Shawn at his side, the fire in her gut could only be put out by one thing-no wait, two. In her ear she hears her sister chiming, "I betcha won't, I betcha won't." And determined to be her own woman, she bets she will. Runaway Bride Lainie Wells will get married. She will, she will, she will. It's perfect. He's perfect. Her life will be perfect. Bleh, bleh, bleh. Thoroughly confused and utterly disgusted with herself, she's resigned to impending marriage. Besides, Mary Kate has everything planned and her father has footed an astronomical bill thus far. She will, she will, she will. And she keeps saying that all the way up to the point where her ex-lover and maximum curler of her toes, Simon Shepherd, takes the stage during the drag show, links gazes with her and won't let go, and later feels her up back stage until she's spent and more. Suddenly, "I do" feels more like "I don't." But Simon left her two years earlier, telling her he was gay. Why is he coming after her now? And who is that other guy watching him feel her up? Ghostly Encounter of the Menage Kind "I just wanna get laid. And good." As Dee looks up from her drink while sitting in the luxurious bar at the Seelbach Hotel after the uneventful-for-her bachelorette party, she swears a man is staring back at her in the mirror. Their gazes connect and hold, she turns, but no one is there. The sexual titillation that runs through her body at that moment frightens her almost as much as the fact that she's pretty darned certain she's seen a ghost. Earlier during the party, as pictures were snapped with digital cameras, the women all proclaimed to see orbs circulating Dee's body. And Dee's alone. As the night rolls on, Dee experiences a ghostly encounter of the menage kind that makes her believe in sex here, and in the forever after-which takes getting laid to a whole other level."