Free Revenge of the Bridesmaids by Chastity Foelds Page B

the bar—a former horse stall.  It had a room-dividing screen blocking it off.  Because the screen started a few inches above the floor, I could see a pair of patent leather loafers tapping impatiently behind the folding screen room divider.
    I pulled back on Cassie's arm.  "What are you doing?" I hissed.  “I thought we were heading for an exit.”
    "No, silly.  He's waiting for you."
    This was a trap all along!  "I never agreed to have sex with all the wedding party," I said.
    "Okay," Cassie replied.  She elbowed her way to the front of the line at the open bar and nudged the next guest aside.  “Bridesmaid priority,” she cooed, smiling sweetly.  The older gentleman nodded and let Cassie ahead of him.  “Two G&Ts,” Cassie said.  “Don’t skimp on the G.”  She tossed a twenty into his tip jar.
    After getting our drinks, we moved over to in front of the screen blocking the former horse stall—where my stallion waited—and Cassie handed me one of the G&Ts.  “Drink,” she said.
    “No.”
    “Drink half of it, and I’ll listen to your plea,” Cassie offered.
    Dammit.  There was a disadvantage to someone knowing me so well.  Cassie was well aware that I loved G&Ts.  I swallowed down half the drink in one long gulp.  It was cold and tart and delightful.  Warmth radiated out from my belly.
    “Whew!  That’s almost all gin,” I said.
    “Good,” Cassie said.  “It’ll loosen you up, you tightass.”
    “Cassie, please don’t make me do this.  I don’t want to do this.”
    “That’s your best plea?” Cassie asked with a twinkle in her eye.  “It’s a good thing I’m the one who went to law school.  Drink the rest.”
    She didn’t have to say it.  I was about to anyway.  In an instant, the drink was gone, and my empty belly now had gin sloshing around in it.  My whole body started feeling coolly pleasant.  Gin worked fast on me, which was probably why I liked it.
    Cassie held up her clutch, dyed to match her dress, of course, and said, "If you have sex with all the men in the wedding party, then I give you the antidote in my purse and change you back.  If you don't, then we change you back but file charges with the police using the videos you shot as evidence.  It's your call."
    "That's blackmail," I said.
    "It is blackmail, which is a Class E felony.  However, when you roofied us, you were guilty of rape, and rape is a Class A felony, with sex offender status tacked on.  You'll be marked for life.  We’ll get off with a slap on the wrist.  You’ll go to jail."
    It was a choice, but it wasn't much of one.  I didn't want to go to jail.
    “The punishment seems to outstrip the crime,” I said.
    “Only from your perspective,” Cassie replied, heat flaring up in her gaze.  “Try not to think of it as a punishment.”  I grew relieved as I watched her familiar playfulness return to her face.  “Think of it as a learning experience.  No, wait.”  She bounced in place and squeezed my arm.  “Think of it as an adventure.”
    Adventure?  Pfft.  Adventures were supposed to be fun.  I had a lot of emotions running through me—fear, worry, dread—and not one of them was a sense of fun.  "I don’t even know how to approach him,” I said.  “I know, I have this hot body…”
    “You certainly do,” Cassie snickered.
    “…but I don't have any feminine wiles," I concluded.
    "Yeah, right," Cassie said.  "How about with Devon before...' Thanks for catching me.  You're my hero !’  Those were feminine wiles, for sure.”
    “I didn’t say that!”
    “Your mouth might not have, but your body did. Just go with your instinct with Cliff here, behind the screen."
    "How do I know he even wants me?"
    "I told Cliff you've never given a blowjob and really need to—it’s the truth, after all.  You need to in order to return to your male body.  Cliff graciously volunteered to help you out with that."
    "I bet he did," I replied.  My eyes scanned the crowded