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presence even though she was my direct focus.
    I sat down next to him, but looked at Bettina. “Well? Barbie, you’re wasting precious time.” She narrowed her eyes before she turned and marched off. I ordered a shot of whiskey enjoying the feel of the smooth burn slide down my throat as I drank it. Then I quickly ordered two more not stopping, until I could feel the liquor warm my blood. It added to the dark mood I was in.
    “She’s in trouble again?” Alex asked as he tossed back the rest of his whiskey. I nodded, not really wanting to talk about the details. “Sometimes you gotta wonder,” he began, and I eyed him sharply, warning him to tread carefully, “you gotta wonder if the juice is worth the squeeze.” He signaled the bartender for another drink, and I laughed under my breath at his comment. We talked mostly about Alex’s job. He was a judge and sometimes he shared great stories, not to mention, the man was funny. I watched a curvy lady approach us at the bar. She had confidence, and I loved that. She wore a red see-through blouse with a lacy bra underneath, but what was the most breathtaking was her very curvy ass. The black mini skirt she wore displayed it perfectly, hugging every inch of her thick round booty.
    Alex looked up at her. “Hey, was your dad a meat burglar?” The woman glanced at him with a confused look on her face, but she didn’t respond. Alex continued with his pick-up line, “The reason I ask is someone slammed two big delicious hams on your ass.” I started laughing so hard I almost fell off my barstool. The girl just rolled her eyes and walked off. Alex shrugged his shoulders. We continued talking after that, but no one interrupted us again. Alex left, and Brad walked up and took a seat next to me.
    Brad, the owner, was my boss for many years, but mainly he was like an older brother. He let me keep the membership to the club even though I didn’t pay anything for it. I knew the price was a couple thousand a month and that was definitely not in my budget. He kept the place clean, and all the bondage equipment and tables were new. There were plenty of workers, so there was never a problem getting a drink or breaking up a fight. Brad was a good businessman and friend. He was also Bettina’s brother, and they looked alike, but were complete opposites. Since I quit, a few years ago, Brad made it a point to havea drink with me at least once a week. He ordered two small glasses of Glen Livet—a 15-year-old whiskey and one of my favorites. He handed me a glass.
    “So how is she?” I hated when he asked me that. I wanted him to take responsibility for her and talk to her to find out on his own, but I answered anyways. “She was on something when I got home from work today. I am not sure if it was coke or ecstasy. She never told me what it was, but I told her I won’t put up with it.” I watched his face grow worried as I finished, “She needs help, and I am not up for convincing her.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” he said as we both caught Bettina in our line of sight. He disappeared, and I left the bar to walk around.
    Bettina wandered over to me with a very sexy looking redhead, the same height and shape as Bettina. I tossed my drink back, feeling the liquor all the way to my fingertips. They stood quietly as I leaned against the wall of a playroom watching all the activity. I felt charged in this place. I always have. I was a bouncer for about five years and missed it. It’s been three years since I got to escort someone out or discipline a lady for misbehaving, moments that were the highlights of my week.
    Bettina began talking to me. She sounded weak and pathetic. “This is Chelsea. She has volunteered to have sex with you.” I raised an eyebrow.
    “Um, hi, I can’t believe she picked me. I am so excited.” The little redhead was beaming. She might as well have been wearing pigtails and licking a lollypop.
    I shot Bettina a fierce stare. “Did you find her in the