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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.
    He stands when I approach the couch they're sitting on.  "Piper.  What. The. Fuck.  You don't belong