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All The Right Reasons

By: AlyKat4Life

Chapter 4 - Next Contestant

I judge by what she's wearing;

Just how many heads I'm tearing;

Off of assholes coming on to her;

Each night seems like it's getting worse;

And I wish she'd take the night off;

So I don't have to fight off;

Every asshole coming on to her;

It happens every night she works;

Juice pulled the red rag out of his back pocket to wipe the grease from his hands as he made his way from the parking lot back into the three story apartment complex he lived in. It didn't help much though and just moved the grease around instead of actually removing it. Once inside the bottom hallway, he stopped to check his mail before making his way to the stairwell that would lead him to the second floor. Instead of going into his apartment though, he walked over to the opened door of Connie's and let himself in, placing his mail on her counter to deal with later. "Hey babe!" He called out so she'd know he was there. "Finished putting those tires on B.A."

When he walked into her room he was stopped dead in his tracks. Before him was Connie, her back facing him, in a black bustier with little white polka dots. There were little slits on each side lace with red ribbon, a garter belt attached to bright red stockings, and matching black and polka dotted panties with ruffles on the back end. Her naturally crazy, wavy hair was tamed into long silky curls and pinned on each side in classic fifties style with little red bows. Currently she was bent in front of the mirror trying to adjust the nylons at her ankle giving Juice a brilliant view of her round bottom. Moving his hand in front of his growing crotch, he let out a heavy exhale. "Jesus fucking christ. I hope that's for me." He said knowing she had to start her shift at work soon.

Standing up, Connie turned to the highly turned on Latin man standing in her doorway and her face lit up with a huge grin from ear to ear. "Nope! Baze got this stupid idea in his head that we needed to do a lingerie night at the bar to bring in more customers. This," she said moving her hands in front of her, "is the product of my boss going to a Hooter's on Lingerie Football League night."

"Well I say your ass calls in sick and we could play our own version of the Lingerie Football League right here." He said suggestively as her sauntered towards her with an evil gleam in his eye. When he reached her his hand went straight to her thigh, right below her ass, and pulled her forward, melting her body into his.

Connie had other thoughts though as her hands shot up to his chest and pushed him back quickly. "Come on! Your hands are freaking filthy." She looked in the mirror on her closet door and noticed the black hand print that was now on the thigh and sighed. "Look… now I have to walk around tonight with grease all over my leg."

"Well, at least the bastards at the bar will know you're taken."

~Q~

They'll go and ask the DJ;

Find out just what would she say;

If they all tried coming on to her;

Don't they know it's never going to work;

They think they'll get inside her;

With every drink they buy her;

As they all try coming on to her;

This time somebody's getting hurt;

Here comes the next contestant;

After thanking Juice for changing her tires, and at the honk of her brother's car horn, Connie quickly gathered her things and wrapped her body up in her long pea-coat and headed out to meet Abe to head out. She sat in the passenger seat, the ride pretty much quite for the thirty minute ride to downtown Manteca. When they arrived Connie got out and went to the back of the car to help her brother take in some of his DJ equipment. When Abe opened the trunk though, her eyes leveled on a pack, sitting on the top that had her brows raised and her eyeing her brother with suspicion.

Ignoring the look from his sister, Abraham grabbed the back pack and slung it over his shoulder and went to grab one of his speaker amps. He brushed past her and kept on going inside to start setting up.

Connie stood outside, flabbergasted at her brother. She hadn't seen the pack in years, but the only time he'd ever had it on his person was when he'd been dealing. Tears started pricking at her eyes as she remembered her brother's conversation with her when they'd moved back to the valley last month. He'd told her to get her own place so she wouldn't get involved with what he was working on, but never in a million years did she think he'd be dealing again. Especially after being clean so long, and Russ's death. It started to make sense to her why he'd wanted to come back to this area. He wanted to get back in with his old connections; with Ernest Darby.

Taking in a deep breath to compose herself, Connie grabbed the rest of the things from the trunk and made her way in.

~Q~

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?;

Is that your hand?;

I wish you'd do it again;

I'll watch you leave here limping;

I wish you'd do it again;

I'll watch you leave here limping;

There goes the next contestant;

Juice walked up to the back door of The Pub and stood outside a moment to finish his cigarette under the overhand. He'd changed out of his auto repair fit and was now wearing a decent pair of dark jeans that hung off his slender waist. His shirt was a normal white cotton undershirt, layered with an unzipped grey hooded sweater and his leather cut. When zipped, his sweater told who ever was reading it to 'Fear the Reaper.' He'd decided earlier that, with what Connie had been wearing when she'd left, he needed to make an appearance.

When he'd finally make his way in he found that it was actually a small sized place on the inside. It seemed to be a nice little neighborhood place and not some hot shot, rap playing place like many of the new bars opening up and catering to the younger crowd. Juice scanned the place, through the smoke and bodies, and smiled when he spotted Connie making her way from one of the tall bistro tables to behind the bar, arms full with a pitcher and glasses. He sauntered over to where she was and slyly grabbed her hips from behind right before she was about to get behind the counter.

"Sir, if you want to keep feeling to you're dick, I'd suggest you removed your hands. These heels aren't just for making me taller." She said coolly and calmly without turning around or missing a beat. That in its self turned Juice on more then you could imagine.

He didn't let go though and just leaned his head down so his mouth was right up next to her ear giving him a good whiff of the perfume she was sporting. "Well at least I know you don't need me to watch your back when I'm not around."

Connie grinned to herself and shook and head. She gave her hips a little wiggle and shimmied her way out of his grasp to finished taking the load she was carrying to the sink. When she turned around she walked right back up to him and pulled him into a kiss, just so she could let everyone around know who she was really with.

"Connie, am I paying you to make out with the customers? Cause you may need a raise if I am." A gruff voice from behind the pair sounded. Juice pulled away from her and backed up, allowing the tall, young looking man access to the bar area. He walked past them and set down his case of PBR and turned to the couple holding out his hand to Juice. "Hey, there. Baze."

"Juice." He replied taking the other man's hand. "So you're the one whose brilliant idea it was to get my girl into this get up in public?"

~Q~

I wish you'd do it again;

Each night seems like it's getting worse;

I wish you'd do it again;

This time somebody's getting hurt;

There goes the next contestant;

Connie looked at the clock above the register and groaned as it was only twelve thirty and her brother was now taking his fourth 'break' of the night. Having had enough of just sitting back and watching him make one of the biggest mistakes of his life, she grabbed her coat and decided to take a break herself. She waved to Baze letting him know where she was going and he nodded and continued his animated conversation with her new biker friend.

When she reached the outside patio, she hugged her jacket tight as the cold night valley air hit her head on. Moving forward to around the corner of the building she past a lanky looking man with pale skin and shook her head in disgust, knowing that he was the man her brother was just talking to. Rounding the corner she saw Abe, bent over and zipping his pack back up. The confrontation was going to happen sooner or later, so she'd decided to make it sooner. "What the hell you think you're doing? Thought you were done with this shit Abraham?"Abe looked up; his brown eyes shadowed in the dim light and eyed his sister. He knew she was going to be asking questions sooner or later, and she had never been one to just wait around. "Look sis, this ain't what it looks like. I promise."

"Oh, yeah? Looks to me like your dealing fucking meth outside the damn bar… that we both work at." She made sure to keep her voice low, but still made sure to put the strictness in her words.

"Listen. I'm serious. It ain't what it looks like. I can get into it with you right now, but I'm not back in this like your thinking."

"Well, you may not be using, but at least tell me this. Are you working with Darby?"

Abe just looked at his sister, not wanting to lie to her, but also not having the ability to tell her what he was really doing. "Yes."

~Q~

Here comes the next contestant.

Juice had been sitting at the bar damn near all night chopping it up with Connie's boss, Baze. He was an alright guy, stuck in the past. Probably a jock in high school who would have picked on guys like Juice. Go figure they'd get along as adults. When Connie hadn't come back in after a few minutes, Juice thought it might be a good time to go out and have a smoke. He excused himself from the animated man in front of him and when to the back where he seen his girl slip out earlier.

Cracking open the door, he poked his head out, but didn't see her right outside, so he went all the way out and started walking to the back of the building. When he got closer to the end of the build, he heard Connie's distinct voice, and it wasn't happy. What she said though had him stopped in his tracks and listening, even though he knew it was wrong.

"Are you working with Darby?"

There was a pause and then he heard the voice of Connie's brother, Abraham.

"Yes."

Mother fucker. Those were Juice's thoughts to himself before he made himself known. "Hey, Connie. You out here, babe?"