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“Do we ever, though?” Twist asks as she sits on the other side of me, grabbing the bottle of red wine and pouring herself a glass.

“It’s not our place to know,” Poppy answers as she comes around the bar and stands next to Heather. She pulls a bottle of whiskey from the well, opens her mouth and pours several shots down her throat. When she snaps her head back upright, her cheeks are flushed. “Whoa, that’s so gonna leave a mark.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“How can you gals stand to be here but not really be here? You know these guys are only looking for one thing. They don’t want to know what’s on your mind, or how you feel.” Swirling the cloudy liquid, I bring it to my lips and allow the cool liquid to burn my throat as it goes down. “Holy crap, what is this stuff?”

Heather laughs as she places another glass in front of me. “Just drink.” She pushes the glass closer to me.

“We know what we’re getting ourselves into. We know what we’ve signed up for and its sex,” Twist says, shrugging. “And we’re young. We’re doing what we want before we do what we have to. We aren’t looking for our Mr. Right, just our Mr. Right now.”

The ladies nod with a look of agreement on their faces. “I think this calls for more alcohol, then we’ll tell you, Jenni Girl,” Scarlet says, using Cruise’s nickname for me, “why we stick around.”

The front door opens, and the four of us turn at the sound. Kimmy enters the room, followed by her best friend, Britt. Kimmy’s been around for a while, from what the girls have told me. She was Kara’s right-hand bitch, and she isn’t overly friendly. She’s never once been out with us. She’s taken a liking to Hawk but doesn’t discriminate when it comes to sex or penises.

“More alcohol,” Twist announces, making Poppy and Scarlet laugh but causing Kimmy and Britt to roll their eyes.

“Sounds like a plan.” Heather leans over the glasses that are lined up and pours various liquors. “Line em up, pick em up, tip it back and drink em down, just like a man.” She slams her hand on the bar signaling for us to take our shots. Once the last of the six shot glasses land on the wood, the liquor flows again.

The fruity liquid hits the back of my throat as it burns going down. Suppressing the need to cough, my eyes start to water. “Ah, there you go, Jenni Girl. We’ll make a drinker out of you yet.” She takes the glass from my fingers, pouring me another. It seems times have changed. Makes me remember a conversation I had awhile back.

“Why aren’t you getting smashed with the rest of ’em?” Lick’s voice, close to my ear, sends shivers down my spine.

I’m standing in the corner, near the back exit of the clubhouse. I feel like a fish out of water. If I went out there and danced would I be asking for trouble? Inviting something that I really don’t want? I don’t want to risk it so I’d rather be an observer rather than a doer.

When I glance over my shoulder, I see his eyes, liquid chocolate, consuming me. “I’d rather experience the slower burn,” I say as I take another sip of wine.

“You like slow and steady, Sugar Tits?”

“Slow and steady wins the race.” I take another sip of wine. The welcome sting of alcohol trickles down my throat.

With his hands on my waist, he turns me around. I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze. “Sometimes slow and steady is good. But other times…” he licks his lips, “…other times we just need it fast and hard.”

He tugs my body to his, my chest slams into his, making the wine glass slip from my hand, crashing to the floor. A chuckle passes over his lips when he moves his mouth mere inches from mine.

“Winning comes so much sooner when it’s hard and fast.” His mouth is now closer to my ear. “I’d make exceptions for you, you know?” He nips at my ear. “So many fucking exceptions.”

He pushes his body from mine, walking away.

“And that’s why they need to explain exactly what they want when they say they like the golden showers.” Scarlet shakes her head while visible chills roll through her body. Her words are kinda slurred, and from where I’m standing there’s now two of her.

“How were you supposed to know he wanted to do the peeing, and not the other way around.” Twist asks.

“Exactly. God!” She points her finger towards Twist. “I can still remember what his piss tasted like. It was awful.”

“It’s not as bad as getting shit on,” Kimmy says.

My already queasy stomach revolts at the image of someone shitting on someone else.

“Tell me you did not get shit on. And if you did, then who did the shitting?” Scarlet asks.

Kimmy laughed. “Not me, bitch. Kara once told me that she shit on some nomad.”

“How is that even possible?” I ask.

“Kara was doing him cowgirl style. Riding that cock real good. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them so far apart that it just slipped out. All that gyrating must have worked some of her shit loose.”

“Or it just meant that her ass was so used she couldn’t keep her shit in.” Poppy starts laughing. “Her ass was worn out!” Slapping the bar with her hand, she starts to lean and lands her butt right on the wooden floors.

“Oh Lord, I’m going to pee myself,” I confess.