Author's Note: I'm so sorry about the delays in updating. I got so busy with other things that I had practically no time to write. I hope this chapter isn't too horrible, all I know is, I had the worst time finishing it.
Half an hour after making the decision to get something to drink, Sami was the only sober one left.
Not that she was really one hundred percent sober, to be more accurate. She might even be a little tipsy but compared to the three completely inebriated woman she was sitting with, she had the demeanor of someone who hadn't a drop of anything but water for months.
Jan came back with another refilled pitcher and sat down clumsily, the contents of the pitcher spilling over the sides. Not even noticing, she began drinking right out of the pitcher, causing small trails of the strong alcohol to miss her mouth and drizzle down her neck, soaking the low neckline of her shirt.
"I thought we got... cut off," Nicole finished after a minute, after pausing to find the words to finish her sentence.
"We did," Jan said slowly, "Except I gave the guy lots of money and then he gave me more stuff."
"Well, share," Nicole said in a whiny voice, reaching across Sami's lap, grabbing the pitcher out of Jan's hands and taking a big drink from it. Jan huffed a little bit and looked up at the stage.
"Hey, look, it's Lucas. Let's make him come over here," Jan exclaimed while Sami glared at her.
"I'm surprised you can tell which guy is which, being so drunk and everything," Sami remarked snappishly.
Jan ignored Sami and waved a bill in the air, wobbling a bit on her chair. She almost slipped off one side of her chair but managed to regain her balance for the most part. Lucas came over to them and reached out to take the money from Jan but before he could grab it, Crystal grabbed him and pulled him off the stage. Fortunately for Lucas, he landed squarely on Crystal's lap instead of the floor, who giggled and nuzzled her face into his neck.
"See, he likes me better than your money." she told Jan, tightening her grip around his scantily clad body so he couldn't disentangle himself. In a matter minutes, almost every patron in the club was booing Crystal and the bouncers were at her side. Lucas finally managed to get off the enthusiastic vixen's lap and looked down at her in shock.
"What?" Crystal stared at the stern-looking bouncers in confusion, "What did I do?"
"You're not sharing Lucas with the rest of us, that's what," Jan reached across Sami and Nicole for Lucas, bumping the pitcher in the process and causing the contents to spill all over the front of Nicole. She squealed indignantly and tried to dump the rest of the drink on top of Jan but missed and accidentally soaked the front of her own pants instead.
The bouncers cleared their throats pointedly and took hold of the women. The first bouncer had a hold on Nicole and Jan's shoulders while the second had a firm grip on Crystal.
"We're going to have to get you to leave," the bouncers told them.
Crystal let out a sigh of despair, "Not again. I mean, we didn't light anyone's hair on fire this time or anything. Why do we gotta go? I like it here."
"Aw, let em' stay, boys," Bonnie's voice rang out above the chaos in the club, "These ladies are friends of mine."
"They're also drunk out of their minds," the bouncer reasoned, "They're being disruptive."
"We'll be good though," Nicole protested, winking at one of the bouncers and sidling up closer to him, "We'll be reeeeeaall good."
"Mrs. Lockhart!" the bouncer looked at Bonnie helplessly, who just shrugged.
While the bouncers and the club's manager argued, Sami stood up and rested her head on Lucas' shoulder, "They are driving me crazy," she informed him in a whisper, "I think it's Piss-Off-Sami for them night or something."
"We could always leave early," Lucas suggested, his hand sliding down her shoulder to interlace his fingers with her.
"We?" Sami looked up at him for confirmation.
He nodded and leaned down to whisper in her ear, the husky, breathy sounds blending together like something out of a very erotic, very vivid dream, "Definitely. I've been looking forward to giving you a private dance tonight ever since this afternoon outside Shawn's loft. The sooner we get started, the more time we'll have."
"Private dance?" Sami practically squeaked, the soft repetition of his words lost to the sea of noises in the crowded club. She couldn't believe how easy it was for him to make her blood rush with one simple, yet provocative admission. But as soon as the words had left her mouth, she had felt the nerves in her stomach coil with anticipation. She had seen with her own eyes how sex-personified Lucas was when he danced on stage in the club. If he was dancing for her and her alone, in the privacy of one of their own apartments, she knew it would be would a million times better.
"Who works for who here?" Bonnie blasted the bouncers, who were now looking a little contrite, "I said let the dolls stay and I meant it. I'm sure after this they'll be on their best behavior and won't be pulling no more strippers into their laps. Right, girls?"
"Yes, Bonnie," Crystal, Jan and Nicole sang in unison right before Shawn walked up to the small cluster of people.
"Hey, Bonnie, you have to do something about the men's bathroom. It's in need of some serious repairs." Shawn told her.
"What?" Bonnie perked up at Shawn's words and began wringing her hands nervously, "What's wrong with it?" The club's manager never failed to get herself worked up if she even had the suspicion something wasn't perfect in the club. Anyone who knew Bonnie even a little bit knew that Alice's Bar and Unzipped meant a lot to her and that she put her heart and soul into making sure both the establishments were running smoothly.
"I don't know. The bathroom stalls have these holes in them. They're kinda big, a little smaller than a baseball." Shawn frowned, looking genuinely puzzled. Jan, Crystal and Nicole's reflexes were slowed thanks to the alcohol but Lucas and Sami caught on immediately and burst out laughing.
"God, you're an idiot," Sami managed through laughter, "Haven't you ever seen a glory hole before?"
"Glory whats?" Shawn scratched his head, while Lucas banged his head against Sami's shoulder.
Bonnie heaved a relieved sigh and placed one hand over her chest, "Don't scare me like that again, Shawn," I thought something was really wrong with the bathroom. Those holes are supposed to be installed. I just had them installed a few days ago."
"What are glory holes?" Shawn demanded, a little bit annoyed now.
"Glory holes?" Jan finally perked up, "That's so cool. I want to play with them with Shawn and Phillip."
"A couple of my movies feature glory holes," Crystal interjected, slurring her words, "Those things are pretty cool."
"I can't wait to try them out," Jan said enthusiastically, "Me and Shawn and Phillip should all play with them at the same time. I bet I'd be really talented with using the glory holes. Phillip said I could suck start a leaf blower, I'm so good."
"Well, he certainly has a way with words." Shawn responded, looking irritated at the mention of Phillip, the meaning behind Jan's words seeming to go right past his head.
"And that's very gross," Sami reprimanded the younger woman, "No one here wants to picture you sucking anything, Jan. Not Phillip or a leaf-blower or Shawn or anything or anyone else."
"Geez, Sami you're grouchy. Why don't you just go home?" Jan pouted.
"She is going home. With me," Lucas turned to Bonnie, "Is it all right if I take the rest of the night off? Sami and I sort of made plans."
"Plans?" Jan smiled knowingly at Lucas, "That sounds like you both have a night of naughty bad fun ahead of you. But if you really want to have fun, you should do this," Jan lurched drunkenly over to where Lucas was standing and pulled him aside. She took a minutes to whisper in his ear and when she finished, Lucas pulled away to give her a stunned look.
"I can't do that," he replied, shooting a quick look at a now very suspicious Sami.
"Sure you can," Jan giggled girlishly, "If a guy did that for me, I would get hotter than... something very hot." she finished, practically slipping on the floor.
"Well, I'll think about it," Lucas said to humor the drunk girl, giving her a little pat on the head, "Don't have too much fun without Sami around."
Jan squealed, "Don't mess up my hair, dude. And of course I won't. Now there's no one to bother here."
"Poor you," Lucas replied with mock sympathy.
"Of course, you can leave. Hopefully I can convince Shawn here, along with Phillip, to keep these girls in line."
"Ooh, can they?" Jan sounded excited at that prospect, "Do it, Shawnie. Spank me!"
"That's Sami department," Lucas mumbled under his breath, while Sami retaliated by slugging his arm, her face the colour of a fire engine. Thankfully, no one else had heard Lucas' comment and the two of them started to walk away after saying good-bye to Bonnie, Shawn, Jan, Crystal and Nicole. About ten feet from the exit door, Sami stopped in her tracks and looked Lucas up and down.
"You're leaving in your costume?" she asked, her eyes taking in the leather harness and tight leather shorts for the first time. Lucas looked a little confused at first, then met Sami's gaze with a grin.
"Sure," his eyes were dark with suggestiveness and his tongue darted out to lick his lips, "I'll return it on my next shift. I think it could be very useful, especially considering what I have in mind for tonight."
Sami felt a pleasurable sensation spread through her entire body, feeling like he had somehow caressed her with his words. She hoped that this was going to be a very long night because from the way Lucas was talking, the longer it was, the better it would be.
