Six(6)

"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."