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Unless myback to Patterson after I graduate I’ood place to start a business, but I could always try to open so up in Dallas and coether alone

The strip club reeks of sweat, sroup, Hollis’ brother slaps so into the hands of the bouncer, and they have a short conversation

"No touching Private dances start at five bills" He waves a waitress over "Front row, stage right," he tells her

Everyone starts

Everyone but ets"Nope," I say easily

But I kinda do I have a big problee proble hair, I recognize the waitress Hell, I’ve had my hands and aze locks witha lot because she didn’t go easy on the blush when she applied her ht this way," she mumbles She spins around with a swish of dark hair, but not before I see the flash of warning in her eyes

Got it She doesn’t want uys that we know each other I don’t blame her This is probably aard as fuck for her

"What kinds of chicks work this joint?" Hollis says as he leers at Sabrina’s incredible backside, which is barely covered by the tiny shorts she’s wearing

"Hot ones," Fitzy replies dryly

That’s an understateoddamn spectacular Source: ht, dark, and everything in between Butback to Sabrina, as if it’s attached to an invisible string that’s controlled by her perfect ass

"I take back every rude thing I said about cowgirls in the parking lot Any of these girls can ride ut I don’t like the idea of Hollis--or any of the dudes in this place--getting ridden by Sabrina She’s mine

"You okay?" Fitzy asks "You look pissed"

I take a breath "Yeah, sorry I was thinking about the teah to et about hockey"

I nod absently, too mesmerized by the center of Sabrina’s back It’s co that looks like it would unravel if I blew against the bow My gaze drops lower, taking in the elegant indentation of her spine, all the way down to the top of her black satin booty shorts

By the ti a se a hard-on at thethat’s happened to h school

I force my eyes upward in time to avoid a table full of frat boys One of them reaches out to slap Sabrina’s ass as she sways by hie shoots upat the base of the stage reaches the punk before I do

"No touching, asshole" He hauls the polo-shirted kid to his feet "Let’s go"

"Hey, I’m sorry," the asswipe protests "It was reflex"