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with the volume of the music playing inside. He paid his cover charge, elbowed his way through the dance floor to the bar, and dropped onto a stool in front of a gorgeous but very busy bartender. Her name was Sherry; she was single, uninhibited, and usually more than willing to spend her night hours in his bed.
     
    "Hiya, Mikey," she murmured, using her own shortened version of his name. She leaned both elbows on the bar and propped her chin in her hands. "What can I do ya for?" she asked with a wink and a smile, straight white teeth gleaming between glossy lips.
     
    "Start me off with two shots," Michael said quietly, answering her smile with one of his own.
     
    Sherry raised her eyebrows, watching him, and then tipped her head in acknowledgment. He ordered beer when he was there to drink; he ordered pornographic shots when he was there for company. "I get off in an hour. Which ones this time?"
     
    He laughed, sitting back a little to think as she moved away to serve beers to two other customers. "I think I'll start with nipples," Michael said, winking at her when she came back. "Give me one slippery and one buttery."
     
    "Well, won't the buttery one be slippery, too?"
     
    "If I have my way, they won't remember which is which by the time I'm finished."
     
    "Mmhmm. And after that?" Her cheeks had gone pink, but she was smiling as she lowered her face.
     
    Michael waited until she looked up again, pushing the pair of shots across the bar. Lifting one glass without looking away from her eyes, he tipped the liquor into his mouth and swallowed. "I don't know. Maybe a roll in the hay."
     
    "How 'bout I get you a red-headed slut?" Sherry asked, shaking her head.
     
    A lock of red hair fell over her shoulder as if to mock her, and Michael laughed again. "As long as she lets me buy her a leg spreader," he said.
     
    Sighing, Sherry shook her head again as she reached for a pair of tumblers and began to mix their drinks. "Only for you, Mikey," she said. "And only because I'm getting off in fifty minutes."
     
    "What, in the parking lot? Damn, at least let me drive you home first!" He held his hands up, palms out as if in surrender.
     
    Sherry threw her head back and laughed. "You're a disaster."
     
    "I know. But at least I'm the fun kind."
     
    Just over fifty minutes later, Michael and Sherry were hand in hand as they walked toward Sherry's car. "Come on," she laughed, dropping his hand and wrapping her arm snugly around his waist to keep him from falling over. "Let's get ya home, Mikey. I think that last set o' shots might'a been a mistake. Where'd you hear of those, anyway?"
     
    Michael laughed, his head swimming and his stomach churning. "A deep throat and a tight snatch," he said, slurring slightly as Sherry propped him against the side of her car. "What makes you think either of those things is new to me?" His eyes widened in surprise as she turned to him and slipped a seeking hand into the front pocket of his jeans. Reaching out, he caught her hand, his fingers loosely circling her wrist. "Don't take my keys, Sher, I need them to get in the house."
     
    "What if we're going to my house?"
     
    "Nah." He shook his head, releasing her wrist to mold his hands around the swell of her round hips. She wasn't a very large woman, but she was soft and plump in all the right places; she felt good in his hands, and because neither of them wanted anything more than basic, easy sex, he felt safe enough in hers. "My bed's bigger. Let's go to my house."
     
    "Alright," Sherry said, watching him away slightly in the evening breeze, off balance even though he was still leaning heavily against her car. "But I still need the keys to get the door open. I can't get you in the house without them, silly."
     
    "Where's your key? I gave you a key,” he slurred.
     
    Sherry rolled her eyes. “It’s on my dresser. That’s not helping me tonight though, is it?”
     
    He smirked, letting go of her and holding his arms out. "Fine," he said.