Escaping the chaperone – #MFRWHooks #99cents #Humor

For today’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop, I’m straying a bit from romance to feature a PG-rated bit from my humorous erotic title Hot Brides in Vegas. This novella is on sale for the month of April for only 99 cents. If you’d like some steamy, feminist, sex-positive entertainment, you might give it a try.

Blurb

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torelli’s tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out for a stag night, exploring the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids Laura and Chantal are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia, who has promised her brother that Franny will come to the altar a virgin.

Frustrated and annoyed by these double standards, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own. With the help of a susceptible concierge, a butch ex-cop limo driver and a scandalous French couturiere, they find their way to The Fox’s Den, the most exclusive—and outrageous—gentlemen’s club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers, bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous Amateur Night.

The gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.

Will love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there a difference?

The Hook

Giulia insisted on meeting the limo driver before she allowed Michael to lead her to the spa. Even for someone with her suspicious soul, the ex-policewoman inspired confidence. Margaret Saunders was a sturdy, no-nonsense, forty-something with short hair, dark eyes and a quiet smile. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Torelli,” she said. “Your girls are safe with me.”

“Don’t be too late,” Giulia warned as the three young women piled into the vast back seat of the stretch Lincoln. “Remember that you’ve got the rehearsal tomorrow morning at ten, with lunch after.”

“But Jake and the guys will probably be out till—” Francesca began. Laura elbowed her in the ribs.

“Of course, Mrs. Torelli,” the blonde replied demurely. “We’ll be back in plenty of time.”

* * *

The three friends watched through the back window as the concierge took Aunt Giulia’s arm and escorted her back into the hotel. The older woman was almost smiling.

“I can’t believe it!” Francesca shook her head in wonder. “How did you manage it, Laur?”

Her friend smiled like the cat that ate the canary. “I’ll tell you later. In private.”

The panel separating them from the driver slid open. Margaret grinned at them. “So, where to, ladies?”

“Um—I’m not sure. Do you have any suggestions?” Francesca had been so focused on getting free of their chaperone, she hadn’t really thought about what she’d do if she succeeded.

“I’ve got an idea,” said Chantal. She dug a folded sheet of paper from her purse. “I saw this on the activities bulletin board at the resort.”

“‘Amateur Night at The Fox’s Den’.” Laura peered over Chantal’s shoulder to read the poster. “What’s The Fox’s Den?”

“Classiest strip club in the city,” the driver answered. “Larry Archer—the proprietor—has turned the Den into a legend.”

“What do you mean, a legend?” asked Francesca.

“Well, they’ve got the most gorgeous girls, the most generous drinks, the best sound system and the most friendly atmosphere you’ll find anywhere,” said Margaret. “At the same time, you never know what’ll happen at Larry’s place. I’ve seen some wild things at the Den!”

“You’d visit a strip club? Do you go with your husband?” Francesca tried to get her mind around the notion that a former vice cop would enjoy a titty bar.

“No husband for me.” The driver’s smile grew broader. “I go to watch the ladies, just like everyone else.”

Francesca was silent, trying to digest this notion.

“So do you know anything about this Amateur Night thing?” Laura asked.

“Sure. Every couple of months, Larry opens the stage to anyone who wants to give stripping a try. It’s great fun, a huge turn on for everyone involved. Plus there are great prizes.”

“A thousand dollars for first place,” Chantal read. “Second and third are five hundred and three hundred respectively. That’s definitely generous.”

“Larry can afford it. Each contestant performs, then the audience chooses the winners,” said Margaret. She gave the women in the back seat a once-over. “I have to say, all three of you would be big hits at the Den.”

Something about Margaret’s frank admiration set up a tingling between Francesca’s thighs. She loved to dance, everything from swing to salsa. What would it be like to be up on stage, dancing for an audience of horny men? And horny women, she reminded herself. She squirmed on the leather seat of the limo, her sundress becoming distinctly damp. She’d never had any sexual experience with a woman, but she did occasionally have fantasies. Not that she’d ever shared that fact with anyone, not even her best friends.

“Let’s do it,” said Laura. “We may never get another chance!”

Francesca gripped one hand in the other. She wanted to do it, but she wasn’t sure she had the courage. “I don’t know... what would Jake say?”

“Screw Jake,” said Chantal. “He and his mates are off chasing pussy as we speak. We deserve a bit of fun.” She turned to Margaret. “Take us to The Fox’s Den, please. We’re going to rock their world.”

The former policewoman smiled. “I think you’re right.”

You can find all the buy links for Hot Brides in Vegas here:

https://www.lisabetsarai.com/hotbridesinvegasbook.html

Be sure to visit the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks event.

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