Part 4 by Angel S. Willow and Anya had a nice, quick, uneventful dinner,and headed to the club. As Anya pulled into the parking lot across the streetfrom their destination, Willow looked at her surroundings. �Why are we stopping here?� The redhead asked. �Because, if we don�t stop here, where else am Igoing to park?� �*This* is where we�re going?� Willow asked inwide-eyed shock. �I told you what I wanted for this party.� Theex-demon replied. �Now stop being a baby, and let�s get in there.� �Wait, Anya,� Willow said, trying to think of anexcuse to not exit the car. �I can�t go in THERE dressed like THIS!� �Why not? You�ll fit right in.� Anya saidmatter-of-factly. Her mind, however, was racing, trying to think of a way to get Willow inside the clubfor the show. �That�s what I�m afraid of.� The witch mumbled. Then, the ex-demon figured out what she needed to do.�Willow,� Anya started as she began to freshen up her make-up urging the red head to do the same. �You andI have been friends for how long?� She asked. Willow opened her mouth to answer but was stopped when Anya continued. �Not counting when we didn�t trust one another with Xander-he IS still mine, by the way.� The witch rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. �Okay, back to the point. We�ve been friends since the Oloff the Troll incident. At least I consider YOU a friend�� She let that hang for a second as she waited. Willow was now feeling nothing but guilt. She couldn�t even look Anya in the eye. �Anya, you know I consider you a friend, too.� She said, hoping that shewas actually conveying how much she really meant that. �The point is,� Anya continued. �I really wanted you to be a part of my party. I wanted us to have fun! Come on! We can look and hot looking men and fantasize about having sex with them!� Willow now looked at the ex-demon. �Not that I WOULD have sex with any of them. You know how much I love Xander. He�s the only one I want to give orgasms to.� The overwhelming guilt the red head was feeling made her forget her embarrassment of the outfit she was wearing. She sighed, gave Anya a big smile, and said, �Okay then. Let�s go inside.� The two women walked to the front of the line where the other ladies protested. The bouncer looked at the two and motioned for them to continue walking towards him. Anya said something to him, but Willow couldn�t hear over the music and the screaming women, both inside the club, and out. He whispered something back to her, and let the two women into the club, with a smile on his face, as he eyed the redhead up and down. �I am so going to kill Anya for this.� Willow thought to herself. Inside the club was actually a lot more sophisticated than she expected. There was a brightly lit hallway where a casually dressed man with light brown hair and green eyes was taking the cover charges in a booth against the wall. �Good evening, ladies.� The man said in a friendly manner. �Welcome.� �I�m on the guest list. The future Mrs. Anya Harris.� Anya said. The man looked down and flipped a page on a clipboard. �Ah yes! Bachelorette party! Please, follow the hallway to the main room. Brandice is waiting for you.� �Thanks.� Anya said before heading towards the end of the hallway. Willow smiled her thanks to the man, who gave her a positive appraising look, before having to return to work. The witch tried to stretch the bottom of the skirt as much as she could so that it would reach her knees. All efforts were in vain. When Willow caught up with Anya she was having an animated conversation with young, very attractive African-American woman who was wearing a royal blue sheath dress. She was about 5�5, had short, brown hair, and resembled a movie star, Willow decided. She couldn�t remember which one. The main room itself was definitely bigger than it looked from the outside. Extremely tasteful decorations were all around the room. There was a bar in every corner of the room. Tables were scattered around the room in various sizes, but the same style. Nice, linen tablecloths were on each table with elegant candles and candleholders. Willow finally focused on the conversation. �Anything for you, Anyanka. You know that.� Brandice said. �I can�t believe you�re actually getting married!� �Neither can I.� Willow said quietly. �Well, come on. Everything is set up.� Brandice said excitedly. Anya smiled at Willow and followed her old friend. �Are you sure this is the right table?� Willow asked. They were right up front. VERY close to the stage. One of the dancers had just walked off, so the women who were standing around the stage had returned to their seats. �Only the best for Anyanka.� Brandice replied. �Thanks so much, Brandice.� Anya said. �So, how much of the show have we missed?� She asked, prompting the manager to continue the script they rehearsed the day before. �Oh, honey, these are only the appetizers. You�ve got plenty of time before the main course gets here. Your drinks are on the house, by the way.� She said with a mischievous smile. �So, drink up.� She then walked over to a waiter, dressed in tight pants and not much more before saying something to him. The man smiled and nodded. He then headed over the table as Brandice waved goodbye to Willow and Anya. �Hello ladies.� The waiter said. �My name is David. I�ll be your waiter this evening.� Anya looked at him appreciatively. �Yes, I can definitely put him on my fantasy list for tonight.� The ex-demon said to the redhead. Willow blushed and David smiled. �So, if there is anything I can get for you ladies at any time, just let me know.� He said as he winked at Willow. �How do you feel about tequila?� Anya asked. Just then, the lights dimmed as another male stripper prepared to get on stage. �This is going to be a long night.� The redhead thought to herself. |
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