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MIA POV

I was putting my stuff in my locker when Lacey cornered me with a dirty smirk on her face.

I turn to her with a weary expression.

“I know that smirk.” I conclude “Penis is involved.”

Her eyes shine and her smirk widens as she nods her head “Yes but good penis. The best penis we will never have the fortune of seeing or touching.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion, slightly amused by her cryptic talk.

“I can honestly say I have no clue what you're talking about.”

She reaches into her handbag and pulls out two tickets, handing them to me whilst basically bouncing on the spot with excitement. I look at the tickets and my eyes widen in excitement.

Two cinema tickets.

To see Magic Mike.

A film about male strippers.

Starring Channing Tatum, Alex Pettyfer and Matthew MConaughey. Three of the most beautiful men I have ever seen, three of the men that have been responsible for many of my self-inflicted orgasms.

In one film.

Where they take their clothes off.

“Oh you are the best friend ever!” I exclaim while wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in a tight hug.

She pulls away and is full on grinning at me “We have been stalking this film since we caught the scent that they were making it. I’ve had the tickets pre booked for about 4 months now. That…” she drifts off, shaking her head seriously as she places one hand over her heart “…is how much of a dedicated pervert I am.”

I laugh as I stare at her with pure love and devotion in my eyes. Ever since we saw the trailer to this a few months back Lacey and I have been obsessed with this film.

MALE FREAKING STRIPPERS!

If I was in charge of the Oscars, every single one would be given to this film. And bear in mind I haven’t even seen it yet, you can tell how much I am obsessed with this film.

I bundle a bunch of stuff in my locker, forgetting what I was putting away after getting distracted with the cinema tickets and begin to walk outside with Lacey. We had just finished school, and I was incredibly impressed with the both of us considering neither of us have been sent to the head teachers office, been yeld at or set fire to anything.

All in all, it was a quiet day.

“So, the plan is I come and pick you up at about 8 tonight, we go and get snacks and enough fizzy drinks to bloat us like pregnant women and proceed to watch this masterpiece of a film.” Lacey fills me in, and I'm nodding my head with everything she is saying. She brought the tickets, she could be telling me I’d have to watch the film naked covered in peanut butter and I would still be nodding in agreement.

We walk out towards the car park of the school, both of us in the middle of conversation laughing about some remark that Lacey made about throwing her entire bank balance at Channing Tatum if she was him at a strip club. Even if he didn’t work there.

Suddenly, Lacey’s eyes catch sight of something and her brows rise in curiosity, an amused look on her face.

“Looks like your chariot awaits.” She states, and I turn my eyes to see what she is looking at.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, shocked as I see the one and only Drake O’Connell leaning up against the side of my brother’s car, his arms folded over his chest and one foot against the body of the car. He looked the perfect epitome of bad boy wearing dark blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He looked like he was posing for a freaking photo-shoot.

We both walk up to him, ignoring the approving stares of every other female we went to school with as they checked out the hot older boy in the car park. A few girls were actually frozen to the spot as they took him in, like they were admiring their favourite celebrity.

I inwardly rolled my eyes. If only Drake knew what he did to some females.

He grins as we approach him “Hello ladies. Good day being naughty schoolgirls?”

Lacey ignored him and looked in the car “Where’s Nate? Have you carjacked him?”

Drake nods seriously “Yes, I threw him out of the moving car and under a truck. He is now dead, meaning you're a widow.”

She stares daggers at him and I gotta’ give it to Drake, he came back at her like a fucking pro.

“Very funny.” Lacey mutters in distaste, amusing Drake beyond belief. He enjoyed annoying others. A trait I could admire in a man.

Stop mentally complimenting him.

I shake my head getting all these weird thoughts out of my head. I needed to stop thinking of Drake as anything to do with being hot or admiring him for anything. We had agreed we were friends, not animals who maul each other’s mouths in a cabin bathroom. And if our friends had given us about another hour or two of privacy, maul other parts of each other’s bodies.

I haven’t told Lacey. Hell, I haven’t told anyone. I keep lying to my own head in case she lets anything slip. Hopefully the lie will be convincing enough eventually that I’ll think it didn’t happen and it was all a terrible nightmare.

Or a really hot wet dream.

“Anyway Mimi, your caring brother is at work and he let me borrow his car so I can take you dress shopping.” He informs me, and my eyes widen as I hear the words ‘dress’ and ‘shopping’ come out of the ex-criminals mouth.

“Have you been on those Mexican pill again?” I ask him seriously, and he smirks.

“No I haven’t. Which is a bummer those things were awesome…” He drifts off in appreciation.

“So if you're not high, why the hell would you want to take me dress shopping?” I ask him in utter confusion.

“Because if you're coming to my cousins wedding I'm not having my family and the man I despise that walked out on me think I associate with hoboes. Knowing you, you’d intended on coming to the wedding in shorts and high tops.” He accuses, and I pretend to look offended even though he got the nail dead on the head. He look at me sternly “This is a wedding, not a barn dance.”

“I can’t afford a dress.” I inform him, and he shrugs.

“Neither can I. Get in the car.” he turns and walks to the driver’s side. I sigh in desperation as I realise I’m going to have to spend the evening with this moron as he tries to dress me up like a Barbie doll to impress his family.

I suddenly remember Lacey, who is staring at me with her jaw hanging open.

“He’s taking you to a wedding?” she utters in shock.

I wave my hand dismissively “It’s not how it sounds. I answered a call from his estranged father and crossed a line, and now he wants me to come to a wedding with him as support and I think for revenge.”

Her mouth forms into an O as she nods her head slowly, but I could tell she was still clueless as to what I was talking about.

“Anyway we are still on for tonight. You can stay around mine and play dress up on me in the morning for this freaking wedding.” I tell her, and her face instantly lights up as I tell her she is basically in charge of my face and hair and not making me look like a Thai hooker.

She claps hers hands with excitement “I get to dress you up for your first date with Drake O’Connell!”

“It’s not a date! It’s one friend going to another friends cousins wedding for emotional support as he faces his father after 4 years!” I almost yell at her as my defensive comes up.

She looks at me with entertained confusion “You’re right, it’s not a date. It’s a freaking marriage.”

I flip her off, opening the car door and getting in “I’ll see you later.”

As the car begins to drive away, I see Lacey stood there watching us drive away with a big smirk on her lips.

“Have fun you crazy kids!” I hear her through the rolled down car window. Judging by the smirk at the corner of Drake’s mouth, he did too.

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“As I’m doing this favour for you, buy me a doughnut?” I suggest to Drake with a sweet smile to my lips.

He turns to me curiously “You’re about to try on a bunch of revealing tight dresses and you want to eat a doughnut?”

I shrug “Who cares if I look like a slutty Buddha, I want chocolate sprinkles.”

We were currently walking through the shopping mall, and I had made him stop by the doughnut stand.

“I’ll buy you one later. Let’s get this dress out the way.” He says, continuing to walk through the mall and towards the shops. After a few seconds, he stops and turns as he realises I am no longer behind him.

I’m still stood by the doughnut stall, looking at him challengingly with my arms crossed over my chest.

“I want a doughnut.” I tell him firmly, like a child.

His eyes widen in shock, not quite believing I am challenging him in the middle of a mall about a doughnut.

“We’ll get one later.” He informs me slowly, each word said with authority. Like a parent.

I shake my head “No. I want one now. Buy me a doughnut or I’m not moving.”

He suddenly marches back to me until he is stood looking down at me trying to be intimidating. I stare back up at him a small cocky smile at my mouth.

“Move before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you through the mall.” He threatens.

I don’t budge “Do that I will scream this place down, causing you to get kicked out and the dress still un-brought, and causing your mission to have failed.”

He stares at me intently for a few more seconds, each of us waiting for the other to back down. After a while, I see he realises I have won this one and he rolls his eyes and walks up to the counter, and before I know it he is back and throws a white paper bag at me.

“There you go, enjoy it fatty.” He says, and I tear open the bag and smile sweetly at him.

“So nice of you to treat me like this.” I thank him sarcastically, and his eyes narrow before he continues stalking to the nearest shop.

I laugh slightly as I watch him. This shopping trip is going to be more fun that I thought.

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“I am not having fun!” I whine as I struggle to get out of the 5th dress Drake has made me try on. My arm is caught the arm hole of the freaking thing, which I swear he picked up from the children’s section of the store.

I was currently in the changing room of some shop, Drake was stood outside waiting for me to finish. Well, I say waiting for me to finish, he was commenting on every dress I tried on and after 5 dresses he still hasn’t approved of a single one.

“My arm is fucking stuck on this child manufactured piece of shit!” I yelled as I tugged my arm once more to free it, not caring that this was quite a posh shop and the other customers were probably covering their mouths in shock as my foul language.

“Told you not to have that doughnut…” I hear his smug voice echo through the changing room door.

I stop struggling and grit my teeth together. If I had full use of both my arms, I would storm out there and punch him in his beady little eye. After a few more minutes of struggling, I manage to free myself from the dress. I take it off and with a look of disgust hang it back up.

“Even Nicole Ritchie would struggle to fit into you…” I mutter at the dress.

“Try on the black one.” Drake suggests.

“Black. The colour of funeral goers. How appropriate.” I mutter in anger under my breath.

“Mia if you don’t stop the sarcasm I may have to stop it for you. Like I did before. In the bathroom that time. Remember?” Drake asks through the door, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.

Yes we’ve agreed to be friends and forget about that incident, but he is finding way too much entertainment from using that against me. He’s been doing it since we got to the mall.

I roll my eyes and feel my blood boil. Suddenly, a smirk appears in my lips as I realise the best way to deal with this prick is to give it back twice as hard.

And I'm a woman. I have a vagina. You don’t fuck with us.

I grab the black stockings and suspenders and put them on, along with the black heels I was using to try the dresses on with which I grabbed earlier in case I had one of those dresses that needed these hooker accessories. Turns out, it was a wise pre meditated mood from the bitchy scheming side in me.

I put them all on, matching the black laced underwear and bra I already had on. I grab a couple of the dresses I’d already tried on and turn to the changing room door.

I turn the handle and open it all the way, a small innocent smile on my lips.

Drake is staring at the floor, a bored expression on his face as I opened the door. Once he realises I am out of the changing room, he lifts his head to look at me and I instantly see his body freeze as his eyes widen.

“Could you put these back for me, the changing rooms getting a little hot with all these clothes on.” I tell him, wafting my face with my free hand as the innuendo of my words doesn’t fail me.

His mouth falls open as his unblinking eyes drift over my body and dress attire. Or better yet, lack of dress attire.

I place a hand over my hip as I stand there impatiently waiting for him to respond. Well, I say it was for that, it was only so I could watch his lower lip get sucked into his mouth as I do this.

I take a step out of the changing room and hold my arm out holding the dresses out slightly. I slip my index finger under his chin and lift his head so his eyes are actually on my face.

I smile innocently “Will you put these dresses back for me?”

He still says nothing but only nods his head like a man in a trance while my finger is still under his chin. I resist the urge to laugh.

Instead, I smile and slowly I push the lower half of my body closer to him.

“Thank you. For a second there, you looked a little distracted Drippy.” I almost whisper to him, and I feel him take in a sharp breath as my pelvis presses against his. “Almost like that time. In the bathroom. Remember?”

With that, I push myself off of him, handing him the dresses and giving him a triumphant smile.

His eyes are still on my body, lingering over the bits that skin is bare but I see a twitch the corner of his mouth as he takes in what I said.

“Playing dirty there Mimi.” He mutters huskily.

“What can I say…” I shrug “…I’m an animal.”

I see his mouth from into a full on smirk as I turn and walk back into the changing room, shutting the door behind me. I look into the reflection of the mirror and smile back smugly at myself.

In your face O’Connell you bitch.

- -

4 more dresses, and half an hour later.

Lord O’Connell was still not satisfied.

I was beyond bored. I was beyond frustrated. I understood that this was important to him and that he wanted to show his dad he was doing okay. Basically rub it in his face that even though he walked out on him, he was still doing fine. But I was one more dress away from suicide.

I grabbed one of the last dresses left for me to try on, probably in the entire shop, and began to slide it on. It was a black one that reached just above my knee and had a halter neck with diamante patters going around the neck bit. I prayed he would approve of this so I could be done with this ordeal.

I would wear Lady Gaga’s meat suit right now if it meant being done with this ordeal.

I slipped the black heels on, zipped up the side of the dress and didn’t even bother looking in the mirror I was that fed up. I turned and opened the dressing room door giving a defeated sigh as I waited for him to ‘next’ this dress as well.

He glanced up from the floor he was staring at, looking about as fed up as I was, and like before he froze slightly, only this time it wasn’t because I was basically naked in front of him.

His eyes trailed down my body and then back up, his lids lowering slightly as his mouth parted and before I knew it, a slow smile spread over his face.

“You look gorgeous.” He smiled, sounding so unlike him it threw me a little. It wasn’t him being a sex pest, he was genuinely just paying me a compliment.

I found a smile of my own appearing on my lips and I also did a little dance inside as I realised this ordeal may be well and truly over.

“So does this mean I don’t have to try on any more dresses?” I asked hopefully.

He nods slightly, looking amused now “No, that is definitely the dress I want you to wear.”

I breathe a sigh of relief “Thank fuck for that because I think I've got carpet burn or something from trying on so many materials.”

He lets out a chuckle, but I notice his eyes are still on the dress looking at me in admiration. I turn back to the changing room and go to take the dress off.

Of course people, the zipper got stuck.

So close for this hell to finally be over but yet still so far.

I struggle with it for about 5 minutes when I realise I’m going to have to do the unthinkable.

I'm going to have to ask Drake O’Connell to take my dress off.

“I have a problem.” I yell out to him.

“What?”

I hesitate, giving the zip one last pull in hope it would magically undo now but of course, my luck is basically non-existent.

“The zip is stuck.” I finally choke out through gritted teeth. I swear to god if smirks made noises, I would be able to hear his.

Barely 3 seconds went by before I heard the door open and close, and suddenly the changing room felt a lot smaller than it did before. I saw his smirking reflection in the mirror behind me. His eyes connecting with mine through the reflection.

“So you want me to undress you?” he asks amused.

I roll my eyes “Don’t be a dick and just get this off.” I raise my arm to give him access to the zipper which was on my side.

“Thought you’d never ask…” he mutters before walking next to me and his hands begin to play around with the zip.

I could feel myself tensing up slightly as he got so close to me so quick, but I tried my hardest not to show him I was affected. There was a silence around the room, and I could see him glancing up at me every now and again.

He took one step closer to me so we were about an inch away from touching as he continued to struggle with the zipper.

“Any luck?” I ask trying to break the sudden tense silence.

“Nope, it’s pretty hard.” As the words came out of his mouth, the zipper slid down with ease.

“No its not you just did it.”

“I wasn’t talking about the zip.” When he pressed his groin up against my hip, I suddenly realised what he was referring to.

“Drake…” My words trailed off as I intended to tell him to back off. His hand slipped into my now unzipped dress and trailed over my lower back until he was grabbing my behind.

“Mia?” he asked innocently, his voice merely a whisper as I suddenly realised how close he was. His lips were by my ear, his breath tickling the side of my face making me sigh slightly.

“Drake what are you doing?” I ask him, my voice barely audible.

Suddenly the hand that was on my behind slid a little further down, meaning his fingertips were brushing against a part of me that seemed to be very pro O’Connell.

“I don’t know, it’s the dress. It’s possessing me.” His voice was husky, but I could still hear the smile in it.