Chapter 34: Chapter 33-Bachelorette Party

March.

One week before the wedding.

"Come on girl, this way. I booked the second largest suite in this joint. It's gonna be fabulous!" Sammy exclaims.

Wearing a super curly black Afro, a black fur coat, rapper-like heavy gold chains around his neck, and silver colored platforms a circus performer would wear, Sammy struts out of the white limo like the grandest thing that ever happened to the world and leads Camelia by the hand like a lost child.

"What do you have planned exactly?" She asks suspiciously eyeing the large reception lobby in the Beverly Hills Wilshire hotel.

It was abuzz with people of different backgrounds, ages and genders. Her cousins Gloriana and Violet, her sister Jasmine, her mother, Aunt Cici and her Aunt Sheila quickly followed in tow.  Two suited bellmen approach with top hats and white gloves greet them right away to take their suitcases that held their clothes, make-up and hair styling products needed for the night and place the luggage on a dolly.

"It's your Bachelorette party, girl. Don't worry about it!  It's my civil duty as your maid of honor to make this a night your virgin eyes and ears will never forget. Besides if it were safe, I would have flew your sweet ass to Vegas. Cause girl, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, and for what my dirty mind has in store, shît like that don't happen only in Vegas!"

"Promise me it's nothing illegal." She pleads in a whisper, still walking behind him as he approaches the front desk. Sammy stops and appraises her long waist length ginger colored, iron straight haired wig, white fur coat slung casually over her delicate shoulders and the large black Chanel glasses obscuring her eyes.

"You know you look like Kim Kardashian in your outfit, minus the bubbly butt of course.  I'm your Kanye minus the wig."  He notes.  "So much for not grabbing attention..."  He utters under his breath more to himself than to her.   "I can't make any promises. But if anything goes wrong don't worry, I have 911 on speed dial."  He snaps his fingers in her face.

"I feel ridiculous." She mutters under her breath while adjusting the sunglasses. "Nobody wears sunglasses indoors."

"Too glam to give a damn! Now, be quiet I need to talk and be presentable while I work my magic on the bitch at the front desk. They better have everything ready, especially the poles we gonna dance on."

Camelia gasped in shock and turned ready to march right out the lobby.

"Oh no, you don't! You're staying right here! I didn't go to all this trouble for you to chicken out on me!" Sammy exclaims, clenching her arm in a vice grip.

"I'm not dancing on any poles, Sammy!

"I was just kidding, Jesus! Get a grip!" He huffs in mild irritation.

Darting her gaze around the lobby, she recognized many of the undercover personnel scattered around the parameter watching them closely.  A shiver of unease slithers down her spine feeling the heavy stares bore into her back.

The silent chatter of her family was dull behind her. They seemed oblivious of anything around them.  The excitement in their tones was partially holding her anxiety in check.  The grip Sammy had on her arm while he spoke to one of the girls at the reception desk was numbing but it did nothing to ward off the chill that warned her something was off.

Camelia glances at Liam who was slightly behind her entourage.

Dressed in a three piece suit that appeared to come out of a 1920's mafia movie with his top hat covering a head full of slicked back greying hair.   Trying to blend in with the rest of them, he appeared like a bad boy, business man in his attire.  But the only difference between him and a normal person was his eyes.  They narrowed suspiciously as he scanned the faces passing them.  He catches her staring and nods silently with a tilt of his head.

A tight lipped smile appears on her lips but it retracted faster than she could blink.  Standing as still as a block of ice she tuned out her doubts and listened to Sammy bicker with the brown haired girl making sure every thing he requested was in place.

Was it only her imagination or did she feel a unusual new pair of eyes watching her?

The eyes did not cause her fear but they did make her uncomfortable.  After the last few months of thwarting the enemy in disguises, were they amongst them now, knowing what they were doing?

Camelia's pulse rate picked up eager to escape the eyes she couldn't see, but knew were there.

"Okay ladies."  Sammy turns and claps twice to get their attention.  "We are ready to go, follow me!"  He says, holding the key card to the room and begins strutting like he owned the hotel with his ridiculous wig bouncing around his face.

Camelia stayed back, allowing the others to pass in front of her.  A hand to the small of her back grabs her attention and she looks up to find Liam beside her, his gaze directed above her head.

"Is there something wrong?"  He asks in a low voice.

Sammy was already across the way, pressing the elevator button repeatedly and tapping his foot impatiently as if it would speed up it's descent.  She begins to take the sunglasses off but was abruptly cut off her actions when Liam spoke again.

"It's best if you keep them on.  They conceal most of your face.  We wouldn't want to give anybody a free preview."  He advised.  "What's bothering you?"

Camelia readjusts them back on the bridge of her nose.  "I think somebody new is watching me."  She declares.

"Miss. St. James, the entire lobby is practically watching all of you once you stepped foot into this hotel.  I have every corner covered.  Everybody's ear piece is functioning properly, I would be able to hear if–"

"Never mind."  She interrupts.  "It's probably my overactive imagination."  Starting to walk towards the elevators and noticed Sammy's dark hand holding the door. A second later he popped his head out and narrowed eyes looking displeased.

"What took you so long?"  He snaps sassily once she and Liam enter the small confines of elevator.

"My sunglasses."  She answers back aggressively, ripping them off her face as the double doors close in front of her eyes.

"Well, excuse me!  What crawled up your derrière and died, Missy? I swear on my Louboutin heels, you have more issues then VOGUE."

She ignores him, rolling her eyes.

"The eagle has taken flight.  Over."  Liam speaks through the invisible ear piece. He pauses, listening intently.  "Hold your stations.   Team one, follow us to the 14the floor of the Beverly presidential suite, the rest of you spread out and keep your eyes alert.

******

Camelia enters behind Sammy who sweeps in holding the door.

"Enter ladies, and enjoy the magnificent luxuries only money can buy." He says proudly.

Camelia darted her gaze around the open floor plan making sure Sammy was joking about the stripper poles. Her anxiety went down a few notches and soft sigh leaves her lips when not one was in sight.   She would have died of mortification if he planned it.

They were met with a large chic and modern living area with two purple velvet sofas, two chairs and a glass coffee table in the center. A wide screen plasma television was against a narrow single wall flanked by windows, that spanned from the ceiling to the floor. The terrace was a wrap around with stunning views of the west hills and the Hollywood sign. In a separate section, to the right, was a formal dining room with seating enough for eight people with a adjoining kitchenette.

"Take a tour and make yourselves comfortable. On either end of the suite are two bedrooms. You'll find a sitting area in each room, a walk-in closet, a full bathroom and a jacuzzi tub big enough and worthy of a goddess. Indulge yourselves, ladies! Be ready to strip down in the silk robes I have provided. You should be able to find those in the closets. We are getting ourselves some massages and facials to beautify the Goddess in every one of us!" Sammy declares, drawing their attention.  He rubs his hands together mischievously and a wide bright smile stretches across his face.

Camelia didn't like the look he gave them.  It held promises of trouble.

Squeals of delight and giggles pour into the open floor plan and the girls spread out into the thirty-two hundred square foot floor plan. The suitcases were already placed in the foyer.  Each lady grabs their belongings and start going separate ways, Sammy giving them directions where to go.  Annie, Shelia, and Cici head to the left while Violet, Camelia, Jasmine, Sammy and Gloriana take the right suite.

"We are going to enjoy a grand buffet after we're done and more surprises are expected in the next few hours so get ready!" Sammy exclaims walking past them and in the closet, handing out the girls their silk robes. Every color was different. He hands Camelia a white robe with the written word 'Bride' on the back in crystal rhinestones.

"Oh my....this is beautiful, Sammy!" Camelia says holding up the hanger and appraising the knee high robe. She kisses his cheek and wraps her arms around him in a warm embrace. "Sorry for being such a brat."

He chuckles. "All I ask is you enjoy your last bit of freedom."

"I will." She promised.

"Really Sammy you went over and beyond."  Gloriana commented, taking the lilac colored robe from his hands.

"Oh, you've seen nothing yet, Glory."  Calling her by her nickname.  "This is going to be a night none of us is going to forget!"

"I can't wait!"  Gloriana exclaims.

Leaving her cousins behind, Camelia strode into the bathroom to remove her disguise and stripped down to only her bra and underwear, slipping into the robe.   Once everybody was ready, they were ushered to another part of the suite where masseuses waited.

After an hour of massages and facials, one by one the ladies take showers and start to dress in the fancy clothing they brought. Each one did their make-up and styled their hair. Afterward, they were instructed by Sammy to meet in the living area, finding the dining room table aligned with tasty delicacies.

Hors d'oeuvres of oyster, grilled shrimp, Caesar salad, salmon bruschetta, seasoned steak lettuce wraps, chicken kabob skewers, and a small sushi station was also included.  Exotics fruits of every variety was placed on a beautiful round gold platter and little green veggie dip cups were next to the items on the table.

In buckets full of ice, Moët Champagne chilled as crystal flutes stood waiting to be filled.  A pretty heart shaped cake was placed on a smaller table.  It was covered in white whipped cream with pink borders and delicately traced roses for added decor.

Camelia smiled to herself when she read the sweetly written words on the surface of the cake: FUTURE MRS. KIVANÇ TATLITUG.

Sammy sneaks up behind her.   "I changed my mind the very last minute.  The original was supposed to be a great big penis with a pair of nuts saying, 'To have and to hold, forever and ever!' But I thought against it.  I remembered all your mamas being here so I decided to keep it PG."

Camelia'a mouth hung open, her eyes doubled in size as she stood there completely stunned.  "Keep your gaping mouth closed dear, it's rude to gawk."  Mimicking his voice like a lady scolding her daughter.

Recovering from her shock, Camelia closes her mouth immediately and manages to suppress the corners of her mouth from titling into an upwards smile.  His idea was cute and funny in a way but still outrageous and embarrassing with their mother's present.

"What were you thinking?  That's disgusting." She reprimands. Knowing Sammy, he probably had the cake made anyway and waiting on standby, which she had no doubt would magically appear if he caught a hint of her approval.

He shrugs.  "It's not like you ain't going to hold it ever...!"  Sammy smiles and pinches her pink cheeks. "Somebody's shy...isn't that adorable!"  He gushes as she tries to swat his hands away.

"Ohhh, look at this fine sparkling Champagne, Annie."  Cici calls out to her sister as she comes to stand by Sammy and Camelia.  "Don't mind if I do." Helping herself to a glass of the pink sizzling liquid and takes a long sip, tilting her head back as she savors it.

Cici shakes her blonde head of hair as if to ward off the buzz.  "This is divine!"  She declared raising her glass in salute and hiccuping.

Annie comes to stand with them and raises an eyebrow watching her sister take another sip.  "Easy there Cici, you can't have that on a empty stomach."

She scoffs.  "Go be a mother hen somewhere else.  I haven't had this much fun since before we got married to our husbands!  Why the hell didn't we ever have a bachelorette party?"  She asks with evident wonder.

"I like your Aunt Cici, she's fun."  Sammy whispers in Camelia's ear.

"I don't know honestly.  I got married in less than a month and you...well I don't know."  Annie shrugs.  "You probably were too busy thinking about your wedding night."  She continues with a chuckle.

"Touché!"  Cici answers and takes another long gulp.

"Ohhh, they talk dirty too!"  Sammy whispers again.  "Maybe I should have ordered the penis cake, after all..."

After all the ladies enjoyed the vast assortment of foods, cake and champagne they sat in the living room chattering amongst themselves and later played a game of truth or dare.

"Time to open your presents."  Sammy declares, his hands full of bags and boxes.

"Open mine first!"  Her Aunt Cici shouts.  "It's in the pink gift bag!"

Sammy hands Camelia the lightweight bag and she begins to remove the tissue paper.  She turned red in the face as she held up the black sexy one piece teddy in a lace halter with sheer floral lace details, attached stockings and a low rise G-String.

But what caught her attention the most was the slits on the crotch and the nìpple area.

"Oh my God!"  She exclaims mortified, and quickly stuffs it back into the bag.

"It's sexy enough to keep your hubby entertained."  Cici hinted, sending her a wink.  "It has easy access to everything..because on my wedding night it took Anthony forever to take my lingerie off!  He literally ripped–"

"Mother!"  Gloriana exclaimed, covering her red ears.  "That's more information than we needed to know!"

"Uh...thank you..?"  Camelia replies, placing the bag to the side by her feet and is handed another present but this one was boxed.

Lightweight and beautifully wrapped in silver wrapping she unties the white bow, peels the paper and opens it.  Once she pulled up the contents she sighed in relief.

It was a beautiful silk bridal nightgown, in white, with a matching robe.

The tag read 'Made in Paris.'

"This is beautiful!"  She says, laying the garments over body.  "Who are these from?"  She raises her head and scans the eager, excited faces of her relatives.

"That's from me."  Annie spoke up with a soft smile.  "I figured you needed something more appropriate for your wedding night."  She slants her older sister a triumphant look.

"Thank you, mom!"

"You are most welcome, my love."

The other presents quickly followed. Jasmine presented her with a his and hers towels and a pair of engraved wine glasses.  Sheila and Violet gave her a box filled with a velvet pouch filled with rose petals, massage oils and scented candles.  Gloriana gifted her a see through, light pink garter, satin bra and matching thong.

"Thank you, all." Camelia says to them.

"Ah, ah, ah, last but not least..."  Sammy declares, holding the strings of the bag with end of his fingertips, while his other hand he held his signature drink, a martini.  His small sinister smile stretched from ear to ear as he approaches her.

Camelia's hands turn cold, eyeing the large gift bag skeptically.  He places it at her feet and sets a white tiara with a little white veil on top of her head.

"For the bride..." He declares, patting her head affectionately.

"That's adorable!"  Jasmine commented out loud, nudging Violet in the ribs as they stood watching Camelia slowly and quite reluctantly remove the white tissue paper.

The first thing she pulled out was a pair of handcuffs.

Her cousins bellowed in laughter at her disbelieving expression.  Camelia carries them by the edge of her fingertips as though they carried a disease and places them beside her.  Next, she pulls out rope, tape, a blindfold, a fur glove and a flogger.  Camelia blinks a couple times in surprise as a flush creeps up her chest.

The bag was full of séx toys.

Swallowing her chagrin, she takes the rest of the tissue paper out of the bag.  One more gift lays in a black and gold lined box at the bottom.

Camelia lifts her head and gives Sammy a obvious glare.

"Don't stop now, girl.  This is the best part!"  He encourages, clapping happily, disregarding her quickly changing mood.

Inhaling deeply, she reaches for the box and lifts it onto her lap.  The words '18K GOLD' were written on the top.  Taking the cover off she finds a small, narrow, shiny bullet-like tube.  A v forms in between her eyebrows while she pulls it out.

Gasps spread into the silent room.

"That's not–".  Gloriana begins, covering her mouth with her fingers.

Violet looks on in horror.  "I think it is."  She answers.

"Oh. My. God."  Cici adds, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline and bursts into a fit of giggles.

"What..."  Camelia shakes her head and looks to her mother and Jasmine.  "What is this?"  Holding the little contraption in her hands.

Her mother's gaze, however, was focused on Sammy, her look intense and feral while Jasmine stood there open mouthed.  Behind the pair stood Liam who cleared his throat and pulled at his collar uneasily looking everywhere but at her.

Whatever she did triggered the little thing to vibrate and she quickly swats it away in fright.  It lands on the coffee table, vibrating and rattling on its own.

The girls all squeal and jump, startled as if it were a evil little monster.  Sammy who was standing beside her bent over in uncontainable laughter, his drink sloshing over the rim.

"It's a vibrator!"  Gloriana announces, holding her middle from laughing so hard.

"Ewwww."  Jasmine says, scrunching her nose in disgust.

Camelia's eyes rounded, doubling in size.  She stands, turing on Sammy who was backing away still giggling like a maniac.  His hands were held up in surrender while she advanced on him.

"You are so sick, do you know that?"  She snaps.  "A vibrator?  What the hell were you thinking?!?"  She nearly yells.

"It's for when your man has to work nights.  It'll keep you busy! It comes with multiple enhanced modes!"

Camelia punches his shoulder.

"Owwww,  damn girl, you look stronger than you look." He says rubbing his shoulder.

"That's for keeping things PG. What a hideous thing to gift me–me of all people!" She remarked. "I can't believe you! A vibrator?" Pointing at it while it skidded across the glass table clinking against their drinks. "You're taking that thing back! No way am I accepting this."

"It's non-refundable....?"

The doorbell chimes, echoing through the vast suite drawing their attention.

Liam had collected himself professionally after witnessing the entire scene and was quietly standing by the door.  He unclasps his hands from before him and just before turning he shoots a look at Sammy, who only grins like the grinch who stole Christmas and sends him a salute with his martini glass.

Camelia notices the look and gulps heavily feeling her gut twist nervously.  She was anxious, knowing something was going to happen–something she wasn't going to like. Gloriana nudges her side. Violet's brunette head blocks her view to lean forward asking the unvoiced question.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?"  She asks.

"No, but it can't be good if it's coming from, Sammy."  Camelia replies, rubbing her sweaty hands over her knee high black dress. Her fear just went up a few notches and graduated into pure terror.

The door swings open and at the same time Camelia's heart stops as does her breathing.  Ricky, walks in wearing a leather jacket, denim jeans and a bright smile carrying a great big stereo system and a gift under his arm.

"Don't tell me you started without, moi?"  He announces.

"Party crasher!" Jasmine yells from the dining room.

It managed to make all the girls laugh and allowed Camelia to visibly relax and finally breathe.  Her over active imagination was getting the best of her when it was the only true night of freedom before she was forever bound to another.  The knots in her stomach unclenched as she walked across the room to greet him.

"Here open this while Sammy and I set-up the music."  Ricky says handing Camelia his gift.

"Thank you, Ricky."

She quickly rips the paper and opens the box.

"Won't the music be too loud, we're in a hotel room, guests will complain." Gloriana declares, the sarcasm dripping out of her words as Sammy and Ricky begin setting up the equipment in the corner of the room.

"No wonder you model for a living!" Sammy snaps sassily. "Use your brain, we are the only suite on the floor." He grunted, making her sound like a moron.

Camelia pulled out a beautiful crystal covered pair of shoes, made by Jimmy Choo in exactly her size.  Ohhh's and awww's came from the ladies mouths as they looked on.

"These are gorgeous!"  She exclaims, appraising the Swarovski crystals layered over the shoe from toe to heel.  They were the signature fairy tale shoe Cinderella wore in the live movie.  "Thank you, Ricky.  I don't know what to say!"  Camelia quickly hugs him.

"You're welcome.  They're going to match your dress perfectly!" He replies.

"She's so lucky!  I'd kill for those shoes!"  Gloriana says from behind Camelia's shoulder eyeing the shoes.

"How lovely and so considerate."  Jasmine adds, coming to stand beside her sister.  "Try them on, Mia."

Some time later while the girls drank, danced and sang to the music blasting through the boom box.  They ultimately received more visitors and were forced to turn down the pop music leaving it faintly running.

Camelia took advantage of the minor disturbance and moved to the mini bar to have another glass of champagne. But when she turned mid-way she nearly dropped her glass in stunned silence.

Two large men walked in complete uniform, badges, gear and hats partially covering their eyes. It was the police.

"We were called here on several accounts of a disturbance." The black haired officer hooked his thumbs in his belts where his gun and several other items were carried. The way his tanned arm muscles bulged and flexed caught every pair of eyes in the room. "Who is the one responsible?"

Camelia stayed as silent as a guilty criminal and practically rips the veil off her head, placing it behind her back.

"It's me." Cici declares. "I take full responsibility for the disturbance." She walks around the sofa and approaches the men holding her wrists together. "Just do me...I mean just take me... handcuff me....do whatever you want to me." She demands, not able to keep her interest contained. The effects of too much alcohol was obviously dulling her common sense.

There were shuddering gasps and cries of mingled fear and uncertain excitement.

"No ma'am, hotel reception informed us who the name was under." Police man number two announces with the blonde hair. "Unless you are Camelia St. James, please step aside."

Camelia takes a step back ever so slowly, making sure her heels didn't tap the shiny tile.

Cici stomps her high heel in agitation and is led away by Annie who was shaking her strawberry blonde head shamefully. "There's no need to speak to my daughter. We will simply turn off the music or lower it. No harm was done intentionally." Annie returns to stand before them.

"I don't think so Ma'am." The dark officer says with a polite tip of his hat.

Camelia gulps heavily, as all the heads in the room turn to face her. She turned scarlet in the face.   The officers stride toward her with grim expressions.

"There's nothing like a man in uniform." Sammy salutes the men as they pass by him, a appreciative glint in his eye. The martini olive he ate off of a toothpick snapping in his mouth.

"Sammy, stop them! You're the one who orchestrated this damn party! You're going to stand there and let them take her?" Jasmine practically screeched in his smug face.

He only shakes his head and sips his martini. The men grab a numb Camelia by the elbows and begin escorting her away. Annie and Jasmine spurt into motion, stopping them in the living room.

"You are not going anywhere." Annie warned, poking the blonde one in the chest, her eyes shooting liquid ice.

Liam begins moving forward.

"Wait, wait, wait...!" Ricky intervenes. Pulling Annie and Jasmine's stiff frames by the arms. "You can't go against law enforcement. I'm sure we can come to an understanding soon enough. Isn't that right officers?" He asks struggling to hold both ladies down.

The police men turn their heads and look at Camelia's emotionless, pale face and drag her back, roughly pushing her against the sofa's cushions with enough force the sofa itself shifts. The whole room gasps in utter shock, even Cici had to blink a few times to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

"What t-the hell just happened?" Cici speaks up.

"Ladies!" The blonde says in a deep commanding voice. "Turn that music up!"   He shouts pointing to the stereo.

"Your wish is my command." Sammy purrs with a small smile and turns the volume up.

Buttons burst from their chests as they rip their shirts open and begin dirty dancing before Camelia who coveres her mouth in shock.

"You set this up?" Annie shouted above the music darting her laser sharp gaze at Sammy.

"Guilty." He replies with a smirk. "Your guy Liam knew about it and so did Ricky. While I kept you girls dancing your surveillance team of guards were frisking the heck out of these fine specimens." He explains calmly, gesturing to the male strippers.

Annie looked about ready to murder him.

"Mama St. James, this is what parties like this are all about.  Did you honestly think I would let this night end without some real fun?"

"I have dibs on the dark one, you can keep the blonde."  Sammy calls out to Cici watching her strut towards the men with a wide smile.

She looks over her shoulder at him and sends him a wink.  "I don't care which one I get as long as I get one."

"Ohhhhh, you bad, bad girl!"  He exclaims with a happy clap.  "This is my kind of crowd."

Annie became distracted by the women screaming with excitement watching the men strip off their pants wearing only boxer briefs.  They continued to dance very close to her daughter, the blonde was so bold to straddle Camelia,  dry humping the air.  Cici held several bills in her hands and slipped them into the seam of their briefs.

Ricky and Sammy watched on, giving each other a high five celebrating the success of the night.

"This is ridiculous." Annie murmurs.

The dark haired one wraps his arms around Cici's waist from behind and grinds against her bottom.  The biggest grin stretches across her face as she rubs against him.

Shrieks, laughter and whistles pierced the air.

Annie had no choice but to stand back and watch in amusement as her sister acted like a hormonal teenager.  Shelia covers her face in embarrassment, peeking between her fingers, trying to stifle her laughter while her daughter Violet was dancing to the beat of the music.  Gloriana watched her mother with a sheepish expression as Jasmine appeared to want to push the blonde off of Camelia and save her sister the mortification that was evident on her face.

Sammy places his empty martini glass on the bar and pulls out a large sum of cash, striding passed the girls and showers the stripers in a rain of bills.

Meanwhile, Liam stands as stiff as a rod in the corner, watching the spectacle before him with slight disgust.

It truly was a night they would never forget.

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This was a fun chapter to write, I hope it was enjoyable! :)

I'm very grateful for all your support, readers, voters and commenters.  I love reading everybody's thoughts.  I promise this story wouldn't have continued so successfully if it weren't for you all.

Thank you,

-Shaz