Tim became aware of two things first, one that he was bare ass naked and in a strange bed and the second that someone was movi

Tim became aware of two things first, one that he was bare ass naked and in a strange bed and the second that someone was moving around in the room with all the gentleness of a bull. Rolling onto his back he watched as Tyra finished buttoning up her shirt, he smiled as he watched the curve of her bottom stretch the material of the khaki pants that she was wearing. Flashes of the previous nights events filtered through his still sleep addled mind. After picking up his truck at Billy's, the two had caught up in the only way that they had ever worked.

"You look good," Tim remarked propping himself up against the headboard his smile turned to a smirk when she turned around to look at him, "All nice and professional, makes me think of some naughty ways to remove those clothes."

Tyra laughed, "I would let you but I have to get to work. How about later we discuss those ways of yours."

Grinning he stood up moving towards her with precise movements and a predatory look in his eyes that made her blush and want to melt all at the same time. His hands pulled her clothed form to his naked body, soft curves becoming pliant against hard muscle. Lips skimming over the exposed skin of her throat, "How about we explore those things now?"

Tyra indulged him for a moment, letting her head fall back she dug her nails into the skin of his back as his tongue whisked across her earlobe right before his teeth gently tugged on the soft skin. Her moan was ragged and filled with want. She could feel his desire for her hard and hot against her thigh. Arching against him Tyra could feel herself giving into the passion he was stirring and knew that if he just kept on nibbling on the way he was that she would be a blubbering ball of lust on the floor within minutes. Pulling back from him she gave him a shaky smile before disentangling herself from his arms and turning back to the mirror to make sure she was presentable Tyra shivered at the lust on Tim's face.

"There is a game tonight, do you plan on going?" Tyra skirted around his aroused body and seeking hands, "We could talk about those things after."

"Maybe," Tim pouted his body crying out for release and frustrated at Tyra's refusal, "I didn't think you would willingly go to a Dillon game."

"Things change," her answer was quicker and sharper than what he expected but he let it slide with a raised eyebrow before turning to find his clothes.

His jeans had been flung across the dresser, grabbing them pulled them on as she stared at him in obvious remorse, "What's his name?"

Tyra grabbed her purse from the floor and gave him a hard glare as she laughed harshly, "That was always the first thing out of your mouth. Never what is wrong but always a smart ass question as to who the other guy was-."

"And you always avoided the question unless you were getting back to me," Tim pointed out his tone mild with a tinge of boredom, "Funny how some things never change."

"Fuck you Tim," Tyra spat, "You know in all the time that we were ever together you never once took the blame for anything. It was always my fault-."

"Maybe if you hadn't spread your legs to anything with a dick," Tim yelled before he could stop himself. Frowning he shut his mouth with an audible click, "Why are we fighting? None of that even matters anymore."

Tyra took a shaky breath, "Right. Well I have to get to work, you can let yourself out."

Tim nodded picking his shirt up off the floor by the bed he sat down on the rumpled bed as Tyra left the house with hard quick steps. Groaning Tim pulled his shirt over his head and finished dressing before fishing his cell phone out of his pocket as he headed for the door. Making sure the lock caught he dialed his brother as he got into his truck.

"Hey Billy," Tim said as his brother picked up, "Yeah I know just like old times."

Tim pulled out onto the road interrupting his brother's tirade , "Listen I was thinking the Landing Strip tomorrow night for your party."

Tim glared at the phone as his brother hemmed and hawed around answering. Tim's temper flared, "Billy, you are getting married and I refuse to let you go out without a party worthy of the Riggins name."

Billy's reluctant agreement was finally had and Tim hung up on his brother before Loren could be brought up one more time. Pulling up in front of the ragged looking building that he had first entered at the ripe age of fifteen Tim stretched as he stepped out of his truck. Giving the almost bare parking lot a glance he chuckled as recognized a couple cars that had been frequenting the strip club since he was a kid. Legs still a little stiff he made his way to the only den of inequity that Dillon, Texas had to offer.


Julie yawned as her professor clicked the next slide on the power point he was lecturing from. Pen hanging from slack fingers she groaned when she saw how many points of notes still to needing to be copied. Squinting to see the miniscule print of the slide Julie tried to pay attention to the inner workings of Napoleon's Russian campaign while copying down as quickly as possible.

"Unlike in his other campaigns Napoleon took along an entourage of personal attendants, he refused to surrender his guard in the engagements and as a result…," Julie yawned her eyes fluttering as the professor keep going on in his monotone voice. Glancing at her cell phone she was forced to stifle a groan when she saw that there was still thirty minutes left of class. Forcing herself to pay attention Julie felt her eyes drooping within a matter of seconds despite her best efforts. Head resting on her open palm she didn't even realize that her eyes were closing till someone gently shook her awake after what felt like only a few minutes of well deserved rest. Jerking back Julie hastened to wipe the spit that had leaked out of her mouth off as she looked up into her disapproving professor's face. Blushing Julie grabbed her books together and stuffed them in her bag. Giving her apologies she quickly skirted around him and practically ran from the classroom.

Smiling Julie climbed into the driver's seat of the truck just as her phone began vibrating. A quick look at the id had her frowning; forcing her voice to be neutral she opened the small silver annoyance, "Hi Aunt Shelley."

Julie leaned back into the seat stifling the urge to fling the phone as her aunt when on about Gracie and their living situation. Cranking the truck up Julie ground her teeth together, "Aunt Shelley you were the one that couldn't handle her. We are doing fine without you and now if you will let me go I have to pick my sister up from soccer."

Julie snapped the phone shut with more vigor than was really necessary. Pulling out of the parking lot of the community college Julie pushed play on the cd player. The soothing sounds of Jack Johnson began to fill her ears and Julie couldn't hold on to her anger as words to Banana Pancakes filtered through her ears. Pulling up to the Dillon recreational fields Julie got out of the truck with a spring in her step jogging to the sidelines to watch the last fifteen minutes of her sister's game. Quickly spotting the petite blonde Julie watched as her little sister ran along with two other girls the middle one having control of the ball. Eyes latching on the number eleven Julie cheered as her sister got a good touch on the ball steering it back towards one of her own players. Julie cheered as her sister ran tiredly along with the other girls and boys. There was no score as it was a junior league just to get the kids to learn the fundamentals of playing, but Julie felt as if her sister had just won when Gracie ran over to her once the game was over.

"Julie!" Gracie yelled launching herself into her sister's arms despite being sweaty and covered in dirt, "Did you see me?"

"Yes, and you were the best one out there," Julie hoisted Gracie up settling the six year old on her hip with little trouble, "And since you were the best I think that maybe that deserves a cone from the Alamo-."

"Really? How about two," Gracie asked tightening her arms around Julie's neck and giving her a smile that would have charmed the hardest of hearts.

Julie snorted giving her load another hug she let Gracie drop to the ground and went to get her book bag, "That's pushing it babe."

Julie helped Gracie into the truck, "What did Coach say about next week?"

"He said I could give him the money for the pizza party at the game," Gracie grinned waving to the other children through the window as Julie pulled out of the parking lot.

Julie let out a sigh of relief that the after school program director was so understanding of her situation. The two sisters chatted happily about Gracie's day, soccer and schoolwork flowing easily out of the little girl's mouth till they were getting out of the truck at the fast food place.

"Can I get mine dipped in chocolate?" Gracie asked holding her sister's hand as her cleats clicked against the asphalt, "Or with sprinkles?"

Julie laughed holding the door open for Gracie, "How about both Miss Star Midfielder?"

Gracie squealed letting go of Julie's hand she ran to the counter, "I want a dipped Alamo cone with sprinkles."

The boy behind the counter smiled politely but rolled his eyes before going to get the little girl's order. Julie leaned against the counter as her sister jumped up and down waiting impatiently for her cone. Handing over the money for the cone Julie ordered a milkshake for herself before leading the already eating girl to a booth near the window. Plucking a napkin out of the dispenser she tucked it bib style into Gracie's shirt.

Julie was on her way back to the table with her milkshake when the bell jingled above the door. Tim Riggins strode into his old haunt with a swagger in his step that was reminiscent of his days as a star of the Dillon Panthers. Julie smiled at him her step faltering only a step before she recovered, "Tim."

"Julie Taylor," Tim glided over to their booth without a thought, "And the littlest Taylor. How are you ladies doing today?"

"I played good so Julie said I could have an ice cream. Do you want one too?" Gracie looked up at him with a chocolate covered smile, "Julie could get it for you."

Julie snickered into her hand her sister's unabashed delight at the possibility of dinning with the handsome ex-footballer, "So do you want yours with sprinkles too?"

Tim tilted his head for a moment as if in thought, deciding he pulled up a chair to the table straddling it he smiled at Gracie as he answered her sister, "Hold the sprinkles."

Julie's jaw dropped only to be replaced with a smirk as she got up to go get his cone when it became evident that he was serious. Scooting by his legs Julie waited at the counter for the cone, keeping a close eye on the laughing duo at the table. The cone was barely in her hand before she was walking back to the table with it and shoving it in Tim's hand.

"Thanks," Tim bit the swirl of the cone, "Gracie was just telling me about her soccer game."

"Really?" Julie glanced at her sister, her long blonde hair pulled back in a braid but a few curls had escaped to frame her small face. Julie was thankful that their had been a game today because it meant that her sister would be almost asleep by the time that they got home and she got ready for bed. Nodding when appropriate Julie just sat back while Gracie once again charmed Tim, the only difference was that this time she wasn't in diapers.

Tim glanced at his watch, "I hate to leave such a beautiful company but I have to get to the game."

"It was nice seeing you again Tim," Julie said getting up with as Tim did.

Gracie bit her lip getting up she looked from her sister to Tim, "I don't want to go-."

"Gracie don't whine," Julie admonished reaching for Gracie's hand. The little girl evaded her reach darting around Tim and peeking out behind him. Julie frowned, just the yesterday the little girl had been shy of the big man and now she was hiding behind him as if she had knew him as well as she did Jason. Reaching for her sister Julie looked up at Tim, "Sorry about this."

"No problem, wouldn't be the first time that a blonde didn't want to leave me," Tim's mouth tilted up in a familiar come hither smile that Julie had seen from afar in the halls of Dillon High.

Julie frowned as Gracie evaded her again by ducking around the far side of Tim, "Gracie-."

Tim let out a sigh reaching down he lifted the little girl into his arms and settled her on his side, "You little girl are going to be a handful when you are older."

Julie stood dumbfounded as she watched her sister cuddle into the tall man's shoulders. Gracie was an outgoing girl but she had never taken to a person quite like she was taking to Tim. Tim winked at Julie while her sister looked at her fearful as if she was scared that Julie was going to rip her favorite new toy out of her arms. Motioning to the door Julie led the way out of the quiet restaurant listening as Gracie told Tim all about her team and coach. Opening the door to the truck Julie stepped aside as Tim easily fastened the little girl into her seat.

Tim stepped back closing the door as Julie moved around him to the driver's door, "Here for the cone."

Julie looked at the money with a look of disgust, "I can afford an ice cream Riggins."

Tim felt his cheeks grow warm in an unfamiliar sensation, one that he hadn't felt since he was a gawky teenager. Stuffing the money back in his pocket Tim placed a hand on the door to the truck holding it for Julie to climb in, "Well then if you won't take my money how about I repay you. Let me take you out for dessert sometime?"

Julie smiled as she climbed in began to buckle up, "I would but I work or have class most nights out of the week and you are going to be having to get back to your job sometime aren't you?"

Tim shook his head, hair falling in his face he smirked, "I own half the company I think they would survive if I took a little time off to have dinner with an old friend."

Gracie giggled in the back seat, "Can I come too?"

Julie's smile widened talking over her shoulder she kept her eyes on Tim, "Of course you can come Gracie Belle. We wouldn't dream of not having you."

Tim nodded though a small part of Julie wished that his eyes hadn't been quite so relieved to hear the addition of the youngest Taylor. That small part of her that had sighed along with Lois when discussing the brooding fullback.

"It's a date," Tim confirmed, "I'll call you to set a day."

With a flick of his wrist he closed the door to the truck and was walking away to his own before Julie could even say another word. Smiling Julie cranked the old SUV up and was happily singing along with Gracie to the radio within moments.


Tim smiled at his brother as Billy gave Loren a kiss on the cheek before peeling himself out of his fiancés arms. As soon as the young teacher had closed the door between them Tim had slung an arm around his brother's neck and pulled him in for a knuckle rub to his head, "Come on Billy let's go drink."

Billy laughed climbing into the cab of Tim's truck, "Now remember I have to get up in the morning and go to the church with Loren to have that session with the Preacher. So no whiskey."

Tim rolled his eyes, tires squealing on the asphalt he pulled out of the drive, "Whatever man, I make no promises on what you are going to consume tonight. But I have guaranteed us the best seat in the house at the Landing Strip."

An answering groan was all the response Tim got, "The guys are meeting us there so put your game face on I won't have you bringing shame to the Riggins's name."

"You sounded eerily like Dad just then," Billy snorted, "Well what do you have in store for tonight?"

"A night of debauchery filled with tits, ass, and beer," Tim pulled on to the highway, "But not necessarily in that order."

"Bring it on little brother," Billy challenged, "Before this night is over I am will have drank your scrawny ass under the table."

Tim laughed, "In your dreams old man."

The two brother's joked and laughed till they were parking in the Landing Strip parking lot. Getting out of the truck Tim pulled a wad of low number bills from the console in the middle, locking the truck up he handed his brother half, "Don't spend it all on one girl."

Billy pocketed the cash, "I promise Dad. Now come on this is my night."

"That's the spirit," Tim pushed his brother in the shoulder propelling him towards the club, "Now let's go already."


Julie slipped a hand into her top to adjust herself, looking in the mirror she grimaced at the picture she made. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, straight and long without a hint of curl in it tonight. Running her hands down her flat stomach she turned to the side to assess herself she wouldn't win a body builder contest but she was definitely more in shape then some of her co-workers. Shrugging her shoulders Julie pulled on the skirt she was wearing tonight, a mock up of the Dillon Panther cheerleading skirts.

"Julie come on," Mindy stood patiently at the door the room so bright that it made the hallway behind her look like a black velvet backdrop, "You are in the peep room tonight."

Julie nodded making sure her blue and gold bikini top was secure she sauntered out of the room after the tired looking blonde. Giving the bouncer on duty at the hallway door a nod Julie slipped by him and quickly made her way to the peep room door on the far side of the stage. A hard shove to the door of the dancer's area and she was shut off from the smoke and loud music of the bar and in a small empty space. The peep room was a perk from being on the stage only by a small margin. Whereas on stage you could earn money from multiple men at once the small room with its rising partition gave a sense of security and privacy that was rarely found anywhere else in the club. Men came into the adjoining room, put their money in the slot and pushed the button to let the girl on the other side of the rising wall know they were there. Said girl then pushed her own button and the wall rose and a layer of glass was all that separated the customer from the dancer. A private show that also had the bonus of no touching, something Julie enjoyed immensely. Turning on the speakers that linked up to the ones on stage Julie frowned at the slight static hindering the music.

Someone must have seen her come in because it was only a few minutes after she had entered that the buzz of the button was going off shrilly. Placing a seductive smile that she would never admit to having practiced Julie pressed the button on the floor near the middle of the room and sauntered to the pole just a few feet away as the partition lifted. Thankful that the dim lights in the adjoining room prevented her from seeing who was watching her, and her own dim lights preventing them from seeing her blush. Julie began to dance arms reaching up she slid down the pole legs only slightly parted just to give her balance but not enough to show anything. Quick as lightning though she was on her feet again and using the pole to brace herself as she leaned backwards to the window, arching her back she felt her hair brush the floor.

"Nice uniform," Julie about jumped when she heard the voice coming through the two way intercom. Biting her lip she undulated her hips to hide her shock as the man continued, "Panther's cheerleading skirt. Were you a cheerleader?"

Her body was attuned to the beat of the music moving through a pattern of steps she had picked up through her years at the Landing Strip, Julie moved unconsciously as she debated whether or not to answer the man watching her.


Billy smiled at his brother as they were shown to the nicest booth in the Landing Strip. His friends from the various jobs he had over the years already there, and not surprisingly all already three sheets to the wind as they watched half naked women dance around them.

Sitting down Billy flashed a ten to the nearest waitress. Ordering a shot and pitcher for himself and Tim, once the drinks had arrived he raised a toast, "To Timmy for giving me the best bachelor party a brother could ask for."

Tim ducked his head before raising his own glass to join the others in the middle, "To Billy for finally finding a woman that will stick around for the morning after."

Laughter erupted around the table, shots and drinks were thrown back with excitement that was genuine and for one of the rare times in Tim's and Billy's life had no glooming shadows of problems to arise in the morning. They had been there about fifteen minutes when Billy ordered the second pitcher, "Come on little brother, thought you were a world class drinker?"

"Tonight is about women and beer Billy," Tim pointed out finger raising to direct his brother's attention to a leggy red head that was currently grinding against a patrons lap across the room, "That dear brother is worth staying sober for. Now what will it be brunette? Red head?-."

"Blonde," Billy said a far away look in his eyes as he looked at he stage.

Tim turned to look eyes narrowing as he watched the well endowed black haired woman on stage do a rather interesting toe touch, "I think we need to get your eyes checked-."

"Hey Johnnie, how much does it cost for the peep show?" Billy asked the man next to him cutting Tim off in the process.

Johnnie tore his eyes away from the waitresses chest, "Twenty, I think for a ten minute show."

"Perfect," Billy stood up grabbing Tim by the collar, "I have got a treat for you little brother."

Billy shoved open the door to the peep room, "Sit down and enjoy."

"This is about you man, you sit down and-."

"Believe me I would love to but this is for you," Billy stuffed a twenty in the slot and pressed the button on the wall. Quickly walking to the door he smiled at his brother, "Enjoy Timmy."

Tim laughed as his brother pulled the door close behind him. Looking around his throat seized up as he watched the partition raise and the first thing that was visible to him was a pair of long pale legs walking towards him. Mesmerized his eyes trailed up the legs slowly savoring each inch of visible skin till he reached a familiar hemline. Laughter tugged the corners of his mouth up as he watched a fantasy for most but a reality to him on more than one occasion. The girl was smooth and confident in her movements, her body twisting to the music in a way that the high school cheerleaders he had dated could never get away with. Stepping forward Tim dropped into the chair as he watched the girl bend her body, tempting him with full hips and glimpses of a bottom that he could tell would just fit his hands perfectly. Tim was a butt and leg man, if anyone had ever seen Tyra they would have known that simple fact. But this woman, her face hidden by dim lighting and hair was near about perfect in his mind. She was tiny but her legs made up more than half her body and from the looks of things he could bounce a quarter off her ass without a problem. Shifting in his chair to get a little more circulation to some necessary parts Tim couldn't stand the silence, he wanted to see if her voice fit with the girl-woman appeal of her body, "Nice uniform."

He watched her jump; it was small but just enough to let him know that she could hear him. Her body stiffened for a second before falling back into position and easily shifting on her feet, skirt hitching up to show him the navy blue spankies that were standard cheerleading entire, ""Panther's cheerleading skirt. Were you a cheerleader?"

He watched her hair whip around as he waited to see if she would answer, her lip caught in her teeth. Her answer was quiet but reached his ears through the connecting intercom, "No."

Tim wasn't surprised; she didn't have the brash quality of a cheerleader. Leaning back in the chair his eyes trailed over the smooth expanse of exposed skin of her torso. Her breast overflowed the push up bra style top, the clasp in the middle making his fingers itch to undue it.

"Do you like cheerleaders?" Her voice was soft and the seductive lilt sounded forced but Tim didn't care. She was offering her body to his eyes on a platter and taking his money in return, there were no illusions of love or romantic foolishness. Lust was simple and even in the world outside of the strip club typically one-sided.

"I use to," Tim's eyes lingered on the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. Surprised at the urge to sink his teeth into the unmarred flesh and mark it. Taint it the way it was suppose to be given that she was working in the trashiest hell hole that Dillon had to offer.

"What do you like now," she turned her back pressed against the glass of the wall separating them. Tim was mesmerized as he watched her skirt ride up as she slide down to the floor.

Leaning closer he was a foot at most away from her, licking his lips he waited for the moment when she would turn. Wondering what she would look like this close. Wondering if she would still be as innocent and sexy as she looked when a half room separated them. Her head turned but hair prevented him from getting a good look at her, and then she was facing him.

"Julie?"


Julie frowned as the door to the adjoining room slammed shut suddenly, getting up she flicked the switch to turn on the lights in the other room. Empty, shaking her hair she fixed her skirt before turning the light back off and pushing the button to let the partition down. Leaning against the wall she folded the twenty the man had left and stuffed it in her top, hating the fact that it would get sweaty and grimy feeling by the end of the night but having no alternative other than her underwear. That was one place that she hated having to dig money out of, especially when more than half the time that it got there was by someone else's hands.

The door jerked as it was shoved open and a flustered looking red head walked in, "Hey Taylor do you mind if I take the room early? My feet are killing me and if one more guy tries to grab my ass I am going to kill him."

Julie rolled her eyes, "Sure thing Kelli."

Julie was barely out of the room before another man was already walking into the adjoining one. A quick look at his face confirmed that it was Kelli's boyfriend, Julie knew for a fact that the two were into some kinky stuff. Having walked in on them twice in the bathroom she wasn't surprised that the guy was actually paying to watch his girl strip for him. Or more, Julie jerked at the thought of what was probably going on in the Peep room now. Walking over to the bar she gave a wave to the dark haired woman behind the counter, "Can I get a cherry coke? Extra cherries."

Waiting for her drink Julie looked around at the assorted customers. A few truckers, mixed in with the regulars. A group of out of town business men who all had the gleam of married men about them and finally a reasonable size group of about eight or so in the VIP booth. All of which were drinking and laughing as they watched the girl on stage slide down the pole upside down.

"Hey Taylor, take this to the VIP's," Julie turned to the bartender, a tray of drinks in between them. Nodding she balanced the tray in her hands and made her way quick and sure to the booth.

"Hey boys," setting the drinks one by one on the tables Julie gave the group at large a coquettish smile, eyes barely even registering faces, "How's everybody doing tonight-Billy?"

Billy grinned as he leaned back in his seat, "Hey there little Taylor."

Julie felt her body tense the moment she recognized Tim Riggins's older brother. The man was stretched out in the center seat of the open booth within arms reach of her. The way the booths were set up was in all likelihood and accident that had worked perfectly. A long curved bench seat opened up in a semi-circle way to the floor two round tables positioned just so that a dancer or a customer could get in and out without having to step on or shove anyone out of the way.

Gulping down embarrassment Julie plastered a fake smile on her face. This was truly the first time that anyone she personally knew or had ever spoken too had come face to face with her in the club. Cocking her hip out she tried to make the best of the awkward situation, a silent prayer of thanks to God running through her head that Tim wasn't there almost came out of her mouth. Instead though she just asked, "So what brings you here?"

"Bachelor party," Billy trailed his eyes up and down her body, lingering for more than a minute on her chest, "My god Taylor when did you grow up?"

Julie laughed her throat convulsing really and forcing sound out, "Thanks honey. And if you boys need anything else just give me a holler, okay?"

As fast as she could she skirted around the booth and back to the bar, avoiding hands and catcalls deftly. Sitting down on a stool at the bar Julie ran a shaky hand over her face, her cherry coke appearing before her as soon as she opened her eyes like a magic trick. Smiling her thanks to the bartender she gulped down a good portion of the non-alcoholic drink before taking a calming breath. Biting her lip Julie worried over whether Billy was going to call her over there again or if she could possibly avoid her sister's teacher's fiancé the rest of the night. The likely hood of the latter was slim to none, but shame gnawed at her all the same despite the fact that everyone in Dillon had already known about her job. Flicking her hair back over her shoulder Julie plucked a cherry from her drink.

"Taylor, one of the VIP's want a lap dance," Julie nodded at the dancer standing next to her, passing the cherry coke to the chipper woman she straightened her spine and strode over to the booth with an exaggerated swing of her hips that always garnered attention and tips.

Hand on her hip she leaned against the side of the booth not even bothering to make her smile believable, "Which one of you guys ordered a lap dance?"

The man next to Billy smiled as he shifted in his seat in obvious eagerness, "I did."

In the grand scheme of things he wasn't an entirely bad looking sort of man Julie supposed as she walked over and dropped down in front of him. Her mind going blank Julie closed her eyes as she turned her body and slide back up, her butt teasing the man's crotch but never making full contact. At least he didn't smell Julie thought as she turned once she was standing straight, and he didn't have a potbelly. Julie could feel the other men's eyes on her, it wasn't a nagging feeling at the back of her mind like she use to get when she knew her Mom was watching her waiting on her to explain some screw up she had made. No it was more like a soft creeping of awareness up her spine, one that gave her goose bumps and made her hands shake. Gripping the back of the booth Julie straddled the man's lap and leaned in close before arching her body back. She could feel he was getting turned on and the thought was only a mild disturbance unlike when she first started and could barely stomach the thought of a man leering at her.

Turning her head Julie opened her eyes as she moved, her eyes catching on a face glowering at her not to far away. For the second time Julie felt her breath catch but this time it was an entirely different Riggins brother. Unable to tear her eyes away from the dark orbs Julie leaned back from the man who's lap she was on slowly but gracefully disentangling herself from him. Head tilted to the side Julie frowned prettily as she started to back away at least a ten stuffed in her skirt waist, "Sorry guys I have to be going now. Maybe later if you're good I will come back."

She felt his eyes more acutely than she had felt the others who were all begging her to stay and give them the same treatment. Julie flicked her eyes over to the silent glowering man sitting angrily at the end of the booth. Anger and something all to familiar lingered in the shadowed face. Quickly Julie walked away heading to the dressing room before anyone could stop her.

Mindy was walking out of the office adjusting her top as she did, looking up at gave Julie a calculated look that quickly faded to worry, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like I am about to throw up," Julie whispered holding a sweaty palm to her mouth she rushed by the blonde and into the bright dressing room. Mindy following close on her heels, "I have to go home Mindy…I can't work anymore tonight."

Mindy raised an eyebrow as Julie yanked off her skirt and top quicker than when she was even on stage. The young woman pulled on her own bra and shirt with one movement as far as Mindy could tell. Giving Julie a nod she watched the blonde practically run out of the room. Taking her time Mindy walked out into the club behind her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the blonde. Instead her eyes landed on the fighting Riggins brothers, Tim snarled at the laughing Billy before stalking away out of the club. Shaking her head Mindy calmly walked over to the table full of business men and sat in the lap of the fattest one, "Hey there honey, want to buy a girl a drink?"


Giving Larry a firm scratch behind the ears Julie smiled at her babysitter, "I wish you would let me pay you."

"And then you would be asking me for a loan next week," Jason retorted. Smiling kindly he paused on his way to the door, "You never told me why you are back so early?"

Julie paused as she scrubbed her face in the kitchen sink, thankful that the suds hid her blush, "I just didn't feel well is all."

Jason sighed, "Well I have Ryder's birthday party tomorrow so I best be going. Are you and Gracie still coming?"

"Ofcourse," Julie rinsed her face off quickly, wiping the excess water off she jogged over to Jason and gave him a hug, "I will come early to help you with the decorations."

Jason held her for a moment, his hands tight around her back, "I'd like that."

Julie breathed him in for a moment, savoring the rich clean smell that was uniquely Jason Street, "Night."

Julie waved to Jason till his headlights were out of sight. Sighing she hugged her arms around her middle walking back inside she whistled for Larry. The dog lumbered back inside after having taken off when Julie and Jason had come outside. Patting the dog on the head Julie glanced up at the dark yard before closing the door. Humming to herself she began picking up the toys and drawings that Gracie had littered around before falling asleep. She was dumping the last of the Barbie dolls into the bin they used for a toy chest when a knock at the door startled a yelp from her and the slumbering lump on the couch.

Giving the dog a scowl, "Watch dog my ass."

Another knock made her frown turn to the door, "Hold on a sec."

Walking to the door Julie opened it cautiously, "Jason?"

"So I was thinking that instead of me coming over here to watch Gracie all the time and then leaving to drive back all that way to my apartment, alone. Why don't I just stay here," his eyes were lit up in a hopeful way that made Julie laugh as she leaned against the door.

"Jason-," Julie began her eyes closing as she tried to think of a polite way of letting him down.

Jason though was quicker and stronger than she expected and he pulled her into his lap the moment she let her guard down. Cupping her chin in his hand he captured her lips with his. Easing her into the kiss Jason smiled when he felt her lips part. Shifting his grip on her he wound an arm around her back and held her more firmly to him. Lips coaxing, moving swift but gently he deepened the kiss with surprising ease.

Julie responded eagerly her own hands knotting in his shirt and holding onto his arm. She moaned when his fingers brushed across the exposed skin of her back. It had been so long since someone had touched her. True there were the smacks and fondling that she got at work, and the hugs from various friends and family members. But the touch of a lover had been denied her for far too long and Julie lapped it up hungrily. Moving to straddle him Julie broke the kiss off long enough to get a good position and then her mouth was on his once more.

Fingers digging into her butt Julie arched against him, mouth slanting over his as the kiss turned from gentle to passionate. Jason trailed kisses down her jawline to her neck latching on to pulse beating wildly at the base of her throat he nipped at it before soothing it. Julie moaned her back arching and lifting herself off his lap for a moment before she settled back down and focused on trying to get as much contact with her body and his.

"Julie," Julie and Jason both stilled at the sound of that sleepy voice, "Julie."

Gracie called out, to her sister from her bedroom. Tears made the little girl's voice sound thick, "Julie."

Practically jumping off of Jason's lap Julie stood awkward for a moment before calling out, "I'm coming sweetheart."

Jason groaned running a hand across his face, "I'm not sorry about this Julie. And I don't want any from you either."

Julie stood debating for a second but her sister's voice cried out for her tearfully again, "Coming."

Jason started back down the ramp he had installed on the end of the porch. He was about to go down it when Julie whirled around, "Stay."

AN: So there it is the newest chapter...So tell me what you think. And if any are confused please let me know cause this has developed rather unexpectedly-especially the very end. I did have someone else in mind for when she answered the door.