Set a date?......Check
Find a place for the ceremony?.......Check
Find a place for the reception?.......Check
Photographer/cinematographer?.......Check
Caterer?.........Check
The dresses and the tuxedos picked out?.......Check
Bridal party arranged?
Maya & Trace “ Maid of Honor and Best Man
Cheyenne “ Junior Bridesmaid
Robbie - Junior Groomsman/Ring Bearer
Tami & JC
Marissa & Joey
Rachel & Derek
Alex & Rhea……….Check!
All of this was accomplished within three months. Being Justin Timberlake who had top planners and other industry professionals throwing themselves at him to be commissioned for the wedding, made it all possible in such a short amount of time. Still, there was a lot to be done with five more months left. Things that Justin and Kiki had to put a lot of thought into so when their family offered their help, they jumped at the chance. However, they didn’t expect to receive such overbearing and surprisingly, very unappealing opinions on what they should or shouldn’t do for their wedding. Justin may not have been as busy as he was last year, but he still had a very active career as did Kiki plus they now had an increasingly social four year old to run behind. They definitely needed all the help they could get, but they needed useful help. It didn’t take long for all the hassle and stress to take its toll to the point where Justin was the one to kick off the big Bridezilla moment.
“Yo time out. Time out.” He exclaimed trying to get the loud dining room under control.
Kiki had tried once again to get the family together to help them decide on their flower choice, cake flavor, DJ & music selection. And once again, it had turned into a heated debate with no constructive results. He had enough especially seeing her look so haggard. When his outburst went on deaf ears, he got pissed.
“Time the fuck out!” His voice boomed as he stood up on the middle of the room. This time he got his desired effect. Everyone froze and it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
“Thank you.” Kiki said to him and he reached over to stroke the top of her head.
“Excuse us.” Maya popped off. “We’re the ones trying to help you out. You could have called your damn wedding planner instead.” She sneered, tossing aside the sample wedding design binder they’d been passing around. The room was pretty much in agreement with her and initially startled looks turned to anger directed at the couple.
It all cumulated to piss Kiki off this time and she exploded. “You are absolutely fuckin’ right. So you are all more than welcomed to leave.” She said, packing up all the wedding binders on the table. “We’ll cancel the wedding. It’s turning into nothing, but a headache anyway. We’ll just go down to the Justice of Peace and call it a fuckin’ day.”
Anger became bewildered regret as they all moved to hold her off. Even Justin tried to coax her into calming, knowing she didn’t mean what she was saying.
Exhausted and frustrated, she was almost in tears. “I did not what to do this. I did not want to be a damn Bridezilla, but this is our wedding.” She gestured to herself and Justin. “We want it to express who we are and who better to help us with that than the people who know us the best?” She explained sincerely. “Yeah we have a wedding planner, but can a perfect stranger remind us which of our 100 plus favorite songs we’ve said we wanted to play at our wedding when we were kids? Can she really know how to advise us on the other like….million decisions we need to make?”
There were plenty of elements like their black & pink color scheme, the bridal party’s wardrobe, their wardrobe that Kiki and Justin knew they wanted automatically, but there was a lot more that they were simply stumped on. They were hoping their family would be the answer. They weren’t so sure now.
“But honestly, tulips for our flowers? Really Tami? Yes it looks good in that Vogue magazine, but I hate fuckin’ tulips. And tiramisu cake JC? Justin hates tiramisu. You all know this kind of stuff. That’s why we accepted your help.” She sighed and Justin rubbed her lower back soothingly. “We appreciate it and we want you guys to be a part of making the best day of our life perfect.” Planning her wedding with her family was something she always imaged doing when she was a little girl. “If you want to help, really constructively help, please do cause I’m really stressed the fuck out.” She let out a puff of air heavily, blowing her bang up and plopped back down in her chair. Just a tired, Justin followed suit, dropping back in his seat.
Their family members were all silent again, sharing guilty glances, knowing that they’d let their own preferences and what was “in” seep into the advice they’d been trying to shove down their throats. It was defeating the purpose and only doing the opposite of relieving some of the stress that comes with planning a wedding. And that was the last thing they wanted to do to Justin and Kiki.
Feeling like the ringleader of this whole debacle, Maya spoke up. “We’re sorry. I think we all got a little caught up.” She looked around the room to see everyone nodding and muttering words of agreement.
“Let’s start over.” Lynn offered, spreading the binders back out. “Where do you need help?” She smiled apologetically.
Seeing them looking at her as if they were truly ready to give some genuine help, Kiki to a deep cleansing breath, getting herself back in the spirit.
Step by step, she and Justin went through their problem areas with the family and by the end of the night, either all was resolved or a plan was in action to resolve a persistent issue at a later date. They had finally decided on white calla lilies and pink roses for their flower arrangements, red velvet and chocolate for the cake, the invitation template, and they had decided to hire an old high school friend of Derek’s, a popular LA events DJ, for the reception. Justin and Kiki had started a playlist of about fifteen songs already and asked everyone to contribute three to the list to round it off.
Sending out the email to their wedding planner with the final decisions, Kiki felt reenergized and back in control of her wedding.
“Ok quick question “ I’m sure it hasn’t ranked high with all the other things you’ve had to do, but it is pretty damn important.” Trace brought up.
“That is?” Justin asked.
“Bachelor party.” The guys started cheering.
“And the Bachelorette party.” Eva added, joining the girls into the cheering.
“Oh we decided on that a long time ago.” Kiki supplied vaguely leaving them in suspense.
“And?” Trace pressed for an answer.
“A four hour road trip to where else?.....Vegas baby.” Justin grinned devilishly.
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Within the five remaining month until the big day, the dresses and tuxedos were fitted, ordered and delivered, invitations were mailed out and RSVPs were returned, and the rehearsals were a success.
Finally it was time for the combined bachelor/bachelorette party two days before the wedding. Knowing that they’d need to drive back, but most importantly recover from the night, Justin and Kiki gave themselves an extra day. The bridal party, their significant others, and friends and family, like Alana and Ryan and Justin’s cousin Nick, all convened at Justin and Kiki’s house to carpool to Vegas.
Nina, Frederick, Lynn and Paul were there as well since they were staying at the house to look after Cheyenne, Robbie and Derek and Rhea’s 8 month old son, Kyle. They were also staying behind to welcome family members who were flying into town.
Kiki was sitting in the living room with the others waiting for Justin who had disappeared somewhere with Trace 30 minutes ago. She, Rhea and Alana were taking advantage of the extra time to say goodbye to their babies.
“You’re going to came back tomorrow and we’re going to get our nails done right?” Cheyenne clarified the plan she’d been told earlier.
“Yup. Me, you and all your Aunties are going to a big fancy hotel and we’re going to get our nails done, facials and then we’re going to have a slumber party.”
“I can’t wait! I’m so excited Mommy.” She squealed.
“I know! Me too.”
Cheyenne gasped. “Daddy. You cut your hair.”
At here declaration, everyone looked towards the doorway where Justin stood, brushing his hands over his freshly cut faux hawk.
“You said you weren’t going to cut it again.” Kiki stated, happy nonetheless that he had. She loved his faux hawk.
“Well the last time I did, you gave me pretty good incentive to do it again.” He replied. Resting his arms on the back of the couch, he flirtatiously hovered over her.
She had come to visit him on the road not long after he first got the cut and when she saw his new do, a look came across her face, one that he couldn’t quite decipher. That was until after his sound check in his dressing room where she told him how hot the faux hawk was and proceeded to jump his bones.
The room collectively groaned, knowing what was coming next, but Kiki and Justin ignored them, sharing little sippy kisses.
Cheyenne and Robbie frowned at each other in disgust and she said to her parents. “You guys are yucky.”
The room cracked up and Derek said. “Amen CJ.”
Pulling away from Kiki, Justin glared at his daughter playfully and pretended to lunge at her and Robbie. They screamed and ran across the room to the opposite sofa, squeezing in the small space between Paul and the arm rest, giggling.
Justin stood up straight and clapped. “Alight folks let’s hit the road.”
Everyone filed out of the house headed for the fleet of rented Denalis waiting for them in the front driveway. All the mommies and daddies were the last to leave, needing to give out goodbye kisses and cuddles, especially Derek and Rhea who had never spent a night away from their son. Once all the travelers and their stuff were packed in, they rolled out.
On the road, Justin and Kiki spent the entire ride in the back row of their SUV; kissing, cuddling, whispering and giggling to themselves. Their PDA of this caliber was a rather rare sight for Trace, Bianca and Nick since it was so disgustingly adorable and sweet. They chalked it up to their pending nuptials because if it was any other day, the couple would probably want to slap themselves for the nauseating display of mushiness. Trace pulled out the camera to document the moment for future torturing material.
Apparently Justin and Kiki were aware of their mushiness and had alternative plans once they were actually in Vegas. After checking into the Bellagio and standing at the elevator bank waiting, Kiki shoved Justin away from her.
“As far as I’m concerned while we’re here, whenever we are in public, I am super single.” She stated, making their friends surrounding them laugh.
Justin smirked at her. “Is that right? Well I guess I’m super single tonight too. Especially when we go to Treasures.” He laughed in her face as he accepted approving hand slaps from the guys.
“Oh you think so? We’re in the fucking desert babe. Don’t make me have to bury you out there somewhere.” She rolled her neck and walked straight into the elevator upon its arrival. Cracking up, Justin strolled on after her.
When they got to their penthouse suite, after taking a tour of all the special amenities, they went back to being mushy and had a steamy little makeout session before they had to meet up with the other poolside.
They spent the afternoon hanging out by the pool; sunbathing and sipping on cocktails until going their separate ways to get ready for the evening.
Standing in front of the full length mirror, setting his tie, Justin glanced casually towards the image of the room behind him and paused. Kiki had just walked out of the bathroom; fully dress in a short form fitting spaghetti strap coral dress, big gold hoop earrings, her curls up in a messy bun, gold bangles and gold stilettos.
“I’ve never seen that dress.” He commented leering at her hungrily. “How fuckin’ convenient that you’re wearing it the night you’re ‘super single’” He growled.
“You like it?” She asked purposely ignoring his latter comment. “I just brought it last week.” She pivoted in a full circle pretending to be checking herself out at all angles when she really was making sure he got a complete look.
“You think you’re fuckin’ cute don’t you?” He glowered at her and she grinned wickedly. He ambled predatorily towards her. Standing inches from her, he grabbed her up under his arms until their lips were almost touching. “We’re not in public right now.”
They both dove into each other, clashing in a bruising kiss. Kiki gripped his shoulders hard and his hands pawed sensually up and down her body. He reached down to grab her butt, hitching her up off the floor and carrying her over to the dresser. He sat her down on top and she opened her legs to plaster their bodies together again. Kiki moaned in distress when he pulled his lips from hers, but that changed to pleasure when they began to lave down her neck and across his shoulders.
Justin was ready to peel that little dress off of her when a loud pounding sounded against the front door. Frustrated by the interruption, they separated and went to the front of the suite.
“Who is it?” Justin barked.
“Police! Open up!” A deep voice demanded. “We have a warrant for your arrest for indecent exposure and lewd public conduct.”
At that point, Justin and Kiki knew it was a joke and Justin had a pretty good idea who was responsible. Opening the door, he wasn’t surprised to see Joey, JC and Trace on the other side.
“What the fuck.” He laughed. Kiki came up behind him and started laughing when she saw the culprits herself.
“Just prepping the two of you for the inevitable end to your night.” Joey shrugged. “The two of you mixed with Sin City just spells public nudity to some degree.”
“Oh shut up Joey.” Kiki said and smacked Justin’s arm for laughing. “Wait here.” Since they were finished anyway, she went back into the suite to turn off lights and grab her clutch. “Let’s go you dorks.” She shoved through the still laughing group of men and sauntered down the hall.
“She’s going to have you panting after her for the rest of your life man.” JC said as the 4 of them followed her.
“Yeah I know.” Justin grinned and JC clapped him on the back in congratulations.
Down in the lobby, they joined the rest of their party and a couple of newcomers. Marty, Skye and their girlfriends had driven in a couple of hours ago to join the celebration. Together they went out to dinner at Nobu, and then it was time for the girls and the boys to split up to go have their own fun. The guys went off to drool over strippers and do some gambling. The girl went to Go Sexy for a private lingerie and toy party including a surprise strip tease for the soon to be bride.
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After a few hours of a little dirty fun, both groups were ready to burn off some energy and honestly they were ready to be reunited with their significant others. So they decided to move on to the next phase of the night, meeting up at Pure where a section of one of the VIP room had been reserved for them.
Despite being sufficiently buzzed as is, the group started off with a tequila shot toast.
“To Justin and Kiki. May God bless your marriage……Because you two motherfuckers are either going to drive each other to the nut house or kill each other. “Joey laughed. “But…. You’ll never stop loving one another through it all. Congrats you guys!”
Everyone knocked back their shot and screamed “woohoo” when they finished.
In the midst of the hollering, Justin and Kiki shared a kiss. Their friends’ celebratory shouting turned to “aws” as they watched the couple.
“Excuse me!” A thick New York accent interrupted. “I would like to make a toast to us for putting up with the hot mess that is Justin and Kiki; past, present and now for the foreseeable future.”
As the partiers whooped in agreement, Justin and Kiki turned to see 3 people they hadn’t seen in a long time. Gina, Tori and Ralphie. Kiki screamed and ran full force into the threesome.
“Oh my gawh! You guys made it.” Kiki squealed and hugged Gina fiercely. “I’m so happy to see you.” She said moving onto Tori and Ralphie. Justin joined them giving the girls hugs and clutching hands with Ralphie.
“You really think we would miss watch you two get married?” Ralphie laughed.
Kiki rolled her eyes and pulled them forward to introduce them to everyone else. They had a bit of a reunion with Marty and Skye. Being primarily NYC based dancers, they hadn’t seem their fellow Justified friends in a long time.
With her arms slung around Kiki and Tori’s waists, Gina said to Justin and Marty. “That FutureSex/LoveShow was very impressive.” She complimented. “But ya’ll didn’t have me and my girls this time so I know you didn’t have as much fun as you did during our run.”
“Yeah.” Kiki cosigned, giggling drunkenly.
“We’re totally hotter than our predecessors too.” She tagged on sassily and dragged Kiki and Tori to the center table where complementary glasses of champagne were being served.
The highly energized night only progressed from that point on, they were almost having too much fun, but what else are you supposed to do in Vegas?
“Attention. Attention.”
The music had stopped and everyone looked to the DJ to see what was going on. Clearly drunk, Justin and Trace stood on the platform where the DJ booth was, holding mics.
“Baby Doll since you say we can’t pimp it down the aisle to this, I gotta do it now.” He slapped the front of the booth and the music started along with Justin animatedly rapping.
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussycats that’s in my lap no lookin’ back
Spaceships don’t come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I’m so like a Pip, I’m glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin’
Trace took over and grabbed Justin by his shirt dramatically.
"Too soon! Don’t do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture on the subject
You sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We’ll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain’t a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part"
The beat dropped and both Justin and Trace started breaking it down. Kiki busted out laughing as was everyone in VIP. Getting her raucous laughter under control, she got up and danced over to Justin. Seeing her approaching him, he jumped off the platform and they grooved to the rest of the song together. Bianca came to get her man too and eventually the whole room was dancing.
Multiple times throughout the night, their group played as the party starters in VIP, having little moshes in their booth. One of them, instigated by a nostalgic Kiki, involved the Lewis siblings jamming it out to Hero by Nas like they did back when they threw house parties in high school. It was one of the moments from this night that would to go down in the history books for them all.
Time was slipping into the early morning, but the no one noticed and the party continued to rage on; everyone bouncing between chilling at the bar or in at the booth, or doing it up on the dance floor. The couple of honor disappeared at some point, off in their own world and all their friends were either having too much fun or too drunk to go searching for them. And at the moment Justin and Kiki were happy to have the alone time especially as the mood between them was starting to shift.
Hand in hand, Kiki was leading Justin off the dance floor when one of her favorites came on. Feeling playful and a little wicked, she stopped and rounded on him.
He looked at her questioningly and saw a devilish gleam in her eyes as she smirked at him. “What are you up to?”
She said nothing in response and simply dragged him back to the middle of the floor. Turned away from him, she grabbed his other hand and began to dance. With their fingers tangled together, she held his arms out to the side and rocking back and forth to the beat. Rolling her hips, she dipped down to the floor and back up, grinding her ass against him.
Justin untangled his hands out if hers and grabbed her hips, yanking her body up against his. “You’re being bad again.” He mockingly chastised in her ear.
“I know.” She sassed, leaning her head back on his chest so he could hear her. “And you love it.” She hooked her hand behind his neck, arching her back, and started grinding her hips into his.
He closed his hands around her, moving with her, letting her take the lead. For now. When she dropped her hand and pried his off of her, she circled him until their positions were reversed. Justin grinned as she danced up on him, running her hands down his chest and stomach. Feeling his hard muscles, she bit her lip hungrily and decided to push the envelope. Her hands continued their downward path until they were below his belt and she cupped him.
That drove the dam and Justin was done letting her think she was the one calling the shots here and he yanked her forward. Stumbling slightly, Kiki giggled until she saw his face and she immediately stopped.
His dark eyes burned into her as he tisked. “You’ve gone too far Baby Doll.”
If she didn’t know any better, she might be scared. Instead she felt nothing by lush anticipation zing through her body and followed obediently as he pulled her off the dance floor.
He took her to the end of some hallway where a bouncer stood, manning a door. When they reached him, the bouncer said.
“Mr. Timberlake.”
“Hey man, can I get upstairs?”
“Sure thing sir.” He opened the door and stepped aside.
“Thanks.” Justin replied and took Kiki up the steps to another hallway lined with doors. He walked to the third one, opened it and ushered her inside.
Kiki quickly noted that they were in one of those ultra private and intimate VIP boxes that some upscale clubs had. The room was painted in ambient lighting, rich dark red walls and black furnishing, setting a sultry mood. There was a panoramic one sided window overlooking the club, a small fully stocked bar and a staple in almost every Vegas clubs, a stripper pole a corner of the room. Laughing, she walked over to the platform and climbed up to take a spin around the pole.
Having locked the door and turned the sound system on so the music playing downstairs piped into the room, Justin walked over to sit on the sofa facing the platform.
“I love this song.” Kiki commented as Foxy Brown’s version of Gotta Get You Home played.
“You love every song.” He volleyed as he lounged back, intently watching every move she made.
“Shut up.” She laughed. “How many of these have you seen tonight?” She teased, dancing up against the pole.
“Come here.” He ordered.
Focusing back on him and the real reason she knew he brought her up here, she stepped down and slinked towards him. When she stood in front of him, he look up at her and just stared, his gaze penetrating. She shivered under his intense scrutiny, shifting from foot to foot.
Finally he latched onto her hips and pulled her down to straddle his lap. “Yeah but none of those girls move like you do.” He took her hair tie out, letting her curls cascade down and swept them back over her shoulders. “And none of them have a body like yours.”
She gasped when he suddenly pulled the top of her dress down and engulfed her breasts. Her head tilted back in pleasure as he teased one of her sensitive nipple, drawing it into his mouth. She gripped his shoulders to hold on, but her hands were quickly removed.
Without stopping his feast on her, Justin took both her hands and put them on his belt, making it clear what he wanted her to do. His hands worked on pulling the bottom of her dress up until her panties were uncovered which he quickly disposed of. Kiki hadn’t hesitated in undoing his pants and by the time she was exposed, she had pulled him out, hard and ready. She grasped the back of the sofa for support, lifted up on her knees slightly and he plunged up into her.
“Oh.” She keened and began to ride him languidly.
Once again Justin felt he needed to show her who’s game this was. He knocked her hands down from the sofa, putting her off balance and took control back, gripping her face to drag her down into a breathtaking kiss. Catching her off guard with the kiss, she was unprepared when he took it a step further, thrusting into her hard and fast. She broke their kiss to let out a small scream from the twinge of pleasurable pain. Justin maintained his hold on the sides of her face so their lips were barely touching, teasing each other.
“Fuck.” He breathed against her face. “This feels so fuckin’ good.”
His relentless rhythm made it impossible for her to response any other way than with a high pitched moan. She felt delirious with ecstasy and clutched his sides, feeling like she would fall apart if she didn’t. Since Justin main goal was to do just that to both of them, he doubled his efforts. Tearing herself away from him, she shot upright and screamed when her orgasm exploded through her. Watching her and feeling her clench around him, Justin came hard inside her.
Falling off his lap to the side, Kiki rested her head on the back cushion, trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and peered over at Justin. He had his head laid back as he worked to get his breathing back to normal. When he felt her looking at him, he turned to face her. They grinned at each other and started laughing.
“Was that considered lewd public conduct?” She quipped and he laughed harder. “You’re trying to kill me.” She moaned, shifting to sit more comfortably and could already feel the soreness setting in.
His laughter turned dark and he admitted. “Mmhmm. That’s pretty much my plan for the rest of the night."
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By morning, between her hangover and the things Justin did to her until the sun rose, Kiki felt like she’d been run over by a truck, in a good way somewhat. Wanting nothing more than to get back to bed, she sat in the lobby, her head rested on Justin’s shoulder, as half of their party waiting for the rest to arrive so they could go home.
“You okay over there Kik? You were walking kind of funny off the elevator.” Tami teased.
“Go to hell.” She glared through her sunglasses and muttered into her coffee cup at everyone laughing at her. Justin sat next to her, reading the paper, smiling like a proud peacock.
Thankfully she was spared anymore heckling or having to stay conscious for much longer because their party was soon whole. They piled into their SUVs and as they hit the interstate, with her head in Justin’s lap, Kiki started drifting off, but then she heard him speak to her.
“Go to sleep baby.” He commanded rather than asked, knowing it would get a rise out of her. He wasn’t disappointed.
She opened one eye and replied. “Oh thanks for the permission Master.”
“You’re welcome. Glad to see I got my point across last night.”
Fully alert, she sat up and playfully started beating him up. “You ass. Think you can tell me what to do huh?”
He blocked her and squirmed to defend himself, laughing the whole time. “Of course I do. What do you think tomorrow is all about? You’ll be Mrs. Justin Timberlake. I’ll own you.” He taunted her and it fired her up even more. He got the upper hand though, securing her arms across her chest. “It’s only fair right? You already own me.” He released her and she turned around to see him looking at her in adoration.
She cupped his cheek tenderly. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” He kissed her and pulled her back down to lay against his chest for the rest of the trip home.
