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Chapter Two

Blade

I can tell as soon as I walk in that this place looks so much better.  Roxi meets me at the door, prepared to show me around.

"Roxi, it's looking good in here."

"Thanks.  I figured you'd be in here before now, since you live so close and all."

"Yeah.  Sorry about that."  I lean in to kiss her on the cheek.  Roxi is old enough to be my mom.  She's a hard worker and I have to show her the respect she deserves.  "I've been trying to get business taken care of."

"I can understand that.  You have quite a crew standing in for you, though.  I can't thank them enough for running my security every night."

"Tex wanted you taken care of, so consider it done until you leave this Earth, Roxi."  She smiles as she points to the new bar area.

"The new bar has helped tremendously.  It takes four bartenders on this side every night.  I only have two on the other side."  I watch a few of them in the distance, working to get things filled before the night starts.

Just as I'm about to rotate around to see the rest of the building, I see a pair of tits that I'd like to meet behind that bar.  I step that way, and Roxi follows along, continuing her conversation as I don't hear one fucking word she says.  The long brunette hair has my attention.  The hair that's being twisted into a mess and wrapped into a knot just before she leans over to lift a crate.  She hasn't even noticed me watching her, so I stop moving toward her and stand back to enjoy, letting Roxi continue. 

I lose her behind the bar a few times.  She must be down on her knees filling the storage.  Down on her fucking knees, fuck that sounds like a perfect sight.

She stands just as another female bartender walks over, pointing to the lighting above the bar.  They both look up and the blonde points.  I watch her nod her head and without hesitation, she's standing on the bar, twisting light bulbs out of their sockets. 

THAT FUCKING ASS.  Her shorts are so fucking tiny, I can see the rounds of her ass cheeks as she stretches forward.  I take one last look at that ass because it will be the one I'm fucking tonight.  That's something I can guarantee.

Walking over to the bar, I extend my hand to introduce myself to this fine piece of ass.

"Blade.  What's your name?"

"They call me T."  She jumps down without shaking my hand, leans over to pick up another crate and walks away before I have a chance to say another word.

I look at Roxi and try to act like that move didn't just piss me off.  Does she know who the fuck I am?

Roxi continues to talk, and I have to interrupt her.  "Who was that?"

"Ah, that's my new girl.  She's been here about two weeks."

"Will she be one of the bartenders tonight?"

"Yes.  She makes a mean drink."

"I want her in the back room tonight."

"Evan, you know I'd never go against you, but are you sure that's a great idea?  I was going to have my guys in the back."  Thinking about it for a few seconds, I know what she's saying.  The bad shit always happens in the back.  It's always a little tamer in the front.  We always do this in case we have a surprise visitor. 

She walks back in, sets down a large canister full of beer, then turns around and lets her hair down, making my mouth water.  I can practically feel that fucking hair between my fingers.

"T. You’re in back tonight.  I'll leave three of you back there, it's bound to get crazy in that area tonight."

She turns and nods, before walking to the storage area again.  I can't fucking handle this shit.  "Roxi, I'll meet you in the back room here in a minute.  I'm going to make a phone call."  She turns to walk away, and I slip through the door, knowing I'll see the brunette any second.

"Coming through."  She walks by with another crate full of alcohol.  Where the fuck is everyone else?  Do they not work?  I guess I should be glad they're not in the way too.

Tired of this fucking game, I walk up behind her as she's bent over sliding bottles into the cooler.  I pull her hips against me before I say a word.  She pauses her movement before standing slowly.

"Why the fuck are your shorts so short?"  My deep grumble exhales right next to her ear.

She turns to face me, looks right in my face before she says, "Why the fuck is your dick touching my ass?"  Her cocky expression amuses me and I start to laugh at her.  She shoves away from my chest and I can't stop smiling.

"Look.  I'm not interested in any of your shit.  I have work to do."

"I could get someone to replace you and then you could step in the back room with me."

"You could.  That doesn't mean I'll go."  There's no way she knows who she's talking to.  I'll let it pass for now.  It won't be long and it'll be blatantly obvious who I am. 

"I'm sure I'll see you tonight.  I put in a special request so I can have the best view of the night."

"Did you now?  I think I'll go change before the crowd gets here."  She starts to walk by, but I grip her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

"You can play hard to get.  It won't stop me from getting what I want.  It actually makes it more fun when I'm challenged."

"Look.  I'm not playing anything.  I just moved here and I'm trying real fucking hard to get my life straight.  I need to stay away from guys like you."  She's right. 

"I can respect that.  But I'll still be watching you tonight.  Every time you bend over... imagine my dick right up against your ass."  She smiles slightly under that hard facade, pulls her wrist out of my grip and walks away. 

I'm not the type to chase anything, so these last few minutes aren't my normal approach.  Hell, normally, I have to swat the bitches back just to let my dick have a moment.  I'm 33 years old and I think that was the first turn down since I entered the club fifteen years ago.  I'm just used to the pussy being ready and willing.

"Boss.  Are we in the back?"  Beast rolls in with four girls by his side. 

"Yeah.  The whole place is ours tonight.  Have fun."  I turn one last time to see if I can get a glimpse of the brunette that has me frustrated, but don't have any luck.  Following Beast and his entourage, I find my place at my table.  The one with the best view of the bar.

The guys start to arrive one after the other, and the women show up in pairs, out numbering the guys two fold.  Roxi turns on the music and announces that the bar is opening up.  Before she finishes her announcement, I watch T ask for the mic.  She climbs on top of the bar, and begins to talk.  "Hey guys.  I'm gonna do a little something different tonight.  You see.... I'm a struggling college student, trying to make enough for tuition this semester, so I asked Roxi if she minded if I try to make a few extra tips since this is a private party."  I'll tip her.  Fuck.  I'll pay her tuition myself.

"For every hundred I make in tips... I'll remove an item of clothing."  The room erupts in obnoxious grunts.  "I'll be sharing the tips with the guys tonight... so enjoy your night boys.  From what I hear, you deserve it."  She hops down and the guys rush the bar.  The room is full of pussy, but she's by far the best in the room.  Fuck if I'm not going to have to go ape shit on the guys twice in one day.  If anyone gets to that ass tonight, it'll be me, mother fuckers. 

Someone must've tipped a hundred right off because she pulls off her jacket, revealing the same tank top she was wearing earlier.  I make my way to the end of the bar to watch this show.  I'm guessing I won't have to pay a penny to see those tits tonight.

A few more Prospects get their drinks and she slips off her shorts.  Fucking G string.  Damn it. 

Seeing her in heels like this is perfection.  Her hair sways as she walks and fuck  if my dick isn't rock hard just watching her.

Switch is watching me watch her.  With a smile, he hands her his money.  She slips the tank top over her head, letting her hair fall.  I can see her tattoo across her back just before it drops.  I didn't catch what it said.  She was angled away just enough.  I have a feeling I'll have the chance to read it later. 

Her tits are bulging from her bikini top.  Strings.  Her fucking bottoms and that top is only being held by strings.  All black from her bikini to her heels.  She sees me watching her and starts to walk with confidence straight for me.  I pull out two hundreds, knowing I'm ready to see it all.

"What can I get ya?"

"A beer."  I hand her both bills and see her face fall slightly.

"I should've said a thousand for each item."

"Yes, you should have."  She turns to reach for my beer and I see the edge of her tattoo.  I can't resist looking, so I start to run my hand under her hair, moving it to the side. 

"I'm just looking at your tattoos."  She lets me look.  My throat locks up when I see it.  It can't be the same.  There's no way.

"Nice tattoo.  Does it have any meaning?"  She turns quickly, pulling the strings of her top.

"Yeah.  All my tattoos have meaning.  Why else would I get them?"  Her tits don't fall at all.  They're fucking perfect.  She's turned toward me only right now and I can't even stand letting the guys see her like this.  I pull her by the arm until she's around the corner and out of sight.

"Why do you have the word 'Six' across your back?"

"Because my mom died when I was six.  That was a bad year for me."  A sigh of relief washes over me.  I'm not sure why I was so worried it was the girl from that night.  Shit.  I'm losing my mind. 

"What's your problem?"

"Nothing."

"Ok.  Well, if you don't mind then, I probably better get back out there and help the guys."

"I paid for two."

"I know you did.  I'll slip my bottoms off when I get behind the bar.  I know better than to be walking around fully naked with a bunch of men."

"Good plan, but I think I deserve a private show."  She steps closer, letting her nipples brush across the zipper of my leather jacket.

"Private shows cost a hell of a lot more."

"How about I pay for your tuition."

"So now you pay for sex?"

"No, honey.  I don't have to pay for sex."

"What are you asking for then?"

"You and I.  No one else around and you only wearing those heels.  I'll just enjoy the show."  She looks at my beard as she runs her hand over it.  Ah, she's a fan.  Once a woman has had a beard between her legs, she knows how to appreciate a man with facial hair.

"I can handle that, but you have to leave me alone so I can work the rest of the night."

"I can't promise that unless you put your clothes back on."  I run the tip of my thumb down her chest and over her nipple.  She inhales with the pressure and that makes me excited to see how she reacts to my touch in other places.

"I left them behind the bar," her words a whimper as she tries to compose herself.  I lean down and take one of the tips in my mouth, letting my tongue circle as her nipple gets harder.  She turns to offer the other and I indulge, squeezing them both in my hands until I'm done.  Letting my hands slide to her ass, I slide my palms under her bottoms.  Grabbing two hands full of ass and lifting her slightly as I do, I listen to her breath quicken.

She raises her arms over my shoulders and lifts herself around my waist.  With a release of my belt, I begin to slide my pants down while pulling her strings.  Her lips touch mine just as the door flies open.  Switch is looking behind him as he talks. 

"Your sister is here.  You want me to handle this?"

"Fuck.  What is she doing here?"

"She says she knows one of the bartenders.  Some chick named Tori." 

The woman in my arms tightens all around me.  She looks into my eyes as hers go wide.  Switch waits for my response and I'm trying to figure out what's happening.

"I'll be right out.  Keep those assholes off of her."  He closes the door without another word and she slides down my body, bending to pick up her bottoms when her feet hit the ground.

"Is your name Tori?"

"Yes."

"How do you know my sister?"

"Well, I don't know who your sister is, but I only know one person here that would come to see me.  She's my roommate."  I didn't know she had a fucking roommate.

"How do you know her?"

"We went to school together."

"Private school?"

"Yes.  She let me move in a few weeks ago."

"So you're how old?"

"Twenty-one."

"FUCK."

"Look.  I don't know what the big deal is." The big deal is, my sister is a pain in my ass trying to fuck the guys in the club.  She’s hiding shit, like having a fucking roommate and I need to have a one on one with her to set shit straight.  I don’t tell her all of that.  "I need to go back to work.  I’ll let you figure your shit out."  

She starts to walk toward the door without her fucking top.  

"I’ll get your damn shirt.  Keep it on.  I don’t need you encouraging my fucking sister."

I toss her the clothes from the bar and turn to go back out to the bar area.  The guys are getting louder, just like they always do.  I see my sister sitting with Switch.  He's got his arm around her, talking to her.  He notices me and pushes a little distance between the two of them.