*WARNING* this fanfic involves a stripper and sexual references. if this will make you uncomfortable please do not read. Thanks!
“Finn let loose a little! Take a break.” Puck came up to a tense Finn. Tonight was the night that Finn had dreaded for so long. It was his bachelor party, and knowing Puck, he would go all out. “It’s just one night. In a few weeks you are going to be hitched to Fabray for the rest of your life. So get dressed. You are in for a real treat!” Puck gave his huge mischievous grin. Finn didn’t like that grin. In all the years that he had known Puck he knew for a fact that that grin was not a good sign.
“You know man I am not too sure about this.” Finn turned to look at Puck. Puck’s grin immediately vanished. He leaned in close.
“Let me put it this way for you Hudson. Tonight might be your last night to live, actually live like a man should. So you should put on something cool before I have to drag you out the door.” Somehow Finn knew that Puck wasn’t kidding around. He sighed. “Fine, fine I am coming. Just give me a minute.” Puck grinned widely again, he smacked his hands together and went off to get ready himself.
20 minutes later Puck and Finn were driving down downtown Los Angeles. They had decided to go through with the expansion of Pucks Pool Cleaning business. They were a big hit in the city and outskirts. Well Puck was, Finn was just there to help. After all, he had met Quinn, and they had fallen in love. They both wanted to get married and live their lives together. They were perfect.
“Here we are.” Puck pulled into a busy parking lot. Up ahead was a club with huge neon signs. Other guys were walking into the building and only then did Finn see what the giant neon lights said. LA Strip.
"Aw man! Why did you bring me here?" Finn asked Puck loudly. "You KNOW Quinn will kill me!" He was screwed. He was royally screwed.
"Dude! RELAX! You are only dead if she finds out!" Puck began to drag a hesitant Finn into the club. "There are some people inside who are excited to see you!"
Everywhere Finn looked there were strippers, and men that were stuffing dollar bills in all sorts of places. But Puck wasn't leading Finn to the stage where all the strippers were. He was dragging Finn towards a room in a secluded corner of the club. Puck pushed the door open.
Inside the room was a lone chair. Puck pushed Finn down into the chair. "Now for the fun part. Ladies! Please come in and meet the special man." All of a sudden 4 beautiful women came prancing in. The first three danced in with such jubilation and fire Finn was taken aback. The first three were like goddesses sent from above. Gorgeous beyond belief and sexy as hell. Finn couldn't tell which one he liked the most. But then the fourth girl came into view. She looked no older than 16. Her hair cascaded down her back like a beautiful chocolate waterfall. Finn had to admit that even though she was short her body was smoking. The four girls began to grind down on Finn and Puck. Puck was enjoying it but Finn was overwhelmed. The only girl he could look at was the fourth. She was the best dancer in his opinion.
Then out of no where the fourth girl was dancing ON him. Mailman, mailman, mailman, mailman. Her body was so small compared to his. She was delicate and light. Like a pastry. Why did he just compare her to a pastry? Nevermind. He was getting the best lap dance in his life and he should enjoy it. He moaned slightly.
"You like that?" Her voice was like velvet. Soft and smooth.
Finn managed to squeeze out "Yeah."
The other three girls swarmed Puck. He looked satisfied. "Finn I am gonna take these lovely ladies somewhere more private. See you later you sly devil." He winked at Finn and left him and the stripper alone in the empty room. She kept dancing on him and Finn had to keep thinking of the mailman just to stay in control. Then he did the extraordinary. He leaned forward and kissed her.
He felt it instantly. Sparks, fireworks, angels singing. There was a connection. The stripper pulled back. "What's your name?"
"Rachel" she barely whispered into his ear. Then he saw her gorgeous eyes. They were deep brown and beautiful. But mostly they were empty.