Thanks for the reviews! Almost time for season 7! I don't know whether to be excited or deading it lol. Big thanks to Kupkake for beta-ing it for me! I do not own anything in this chapter, beside Savannah, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 6

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Savannah sat cross legged on the floor in front of her bright red couch, staring at the pile of applications in front of her on the beige colored carpet. She finally had to bite the bullet and get a job. It would only be temporary, until the semester ended, but it would help for a little awhile. Money was money and she was running out of it. She didn't want to use her parent's cash on clubs or shopping trips with Skylar and her own stash was dwindling dangerously.

So that left her with only one choice: Get a freakin job.

In front of her were three appliations she'd picked up from nearby places, within walking distance. Her choices were waitress at a gentlemen's club wehre she could get her ass groped for tips, cleaning cum stains from the sheets at the cheap motel a couple blocks over, or the diner. The same diner she'd managed to avoid because of the one person she knew that worked there.

She knew that was a stupid reason not to want to work there, the lady who'd given her the application was a sweet older lady with a friendly smile. But did she really want to spend even more time with Juice once they got out of class?

Sighing, Savannah pulled the application in front of her and broke out a dark blue pen to start filling it out. The gentlemen's club app required a photo paper clipped to it, and the motel didn't even require anything except basic info. That alone showed her exactly what type of help they were looking for. So that left her with a little tug that she hoped was her making the right choice by filling this one out. She could always keep looking , but really, who else was going to hire a girl for just a couple of months? Besides, at least at the diner she could keep some of her self respect and not give her ma a heart attack.

A sharp rap on the door told her Skylar was knocking on the other side impatiently. Sav rolled her eyes, gathering herself up walking to unchain, then unbolt the heavy door. Skylar immediately flitted in passed her, going straight into a fast paced announcement as she threw herself down on the sofa. "You will never believe who I had over last night."

Savannah reached up, pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail, watching her friend make herself at home, curling her legs underneath her after she'd kicked her ballet flats off. "Who?"

Skylar paused dramatically, a sly grin on her flawless face. "Eric. Peterson. From our English class. The totally and completely hot guy you barely even acknowledge that sits beside you."

She'd learned already, that it would be over quicker if she just let Skylar barrel on with her excitement and pretend to go along with it. "You know if your head wasn't so wrapped up in classes, you'd have noticed him too." And there it was. "Unless its that Ortiz kid you can't stop thinking about?" she suggested slyly.

That threw Savannah off. She didn't think about Juice all the time. Okay, maybe a little bit of time. But not constantly. They were partners, they were with each other a lot. It was normal. "I have no idea what you're talking about. We're barely even friends." She said, refusing to even look at Skylar as she spoke in case her eyes gave her away.

Skylar raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at her, giving her a knowing look that called her bluff. "Please, Sav. You want to jump that boy every time you look at him. Just admit it already."

Sighing, Savannah knew it wasn't that easy. That first night shouldn't have happened. If she had known she'd run into him in class, it damn sure wouldn't have. "I'm not here to find a guy, Skylar. I don't want a boyfriend."

She didn't want the distraction. And Juice would definitely be a huge distraction if she let him in. Being friends was one thing, but being romantically involved was something else.

Skylar sighed, rolling her blue eyes. "I never said anything about a boyfriend, but it never hurts to have a hook up every once in a while. Relieve some stress."

There was a part of her brain telling her that Skylar was right, it would be easy to have a friend's with benefits relationship with Juice, but that wasn't for her. She wasn't the type to just have sex and not want anything else. It wasn't who she was. "I'm not interested. Can we talk about something else now please?" She sighed, wishing she wouldn't have opened the door suddenly.

Skylar smirked, not believing her but not wanting to fight either. If Savannah wanted to be stuck up about it, then she could be. Juice was a good looking guy, and he'd get picked up fast. Savannah had her chance, and now she was missing it. "Fine but don't blame me when he moves on and finds someone else." She warned her right before Savannah threw a throw pillow at her, whacking her in the face.

Savannah glanced out of the window out at the busy street down below. Was she making a mistake? Sky was right after all, a hook up wasn't dating . . . did she really want to be like one the guys at the clubhouse though? Going through hook ups like clean underwear? No, she really wasn't looking. She was doing the right thing, she'd focused on school, getting a job, and not getting distracted. She could be in class with Juice and not think about how hard his body was against hers in the alley that night, how amazing he'd felt inside of her, how soft his kisses were . . . okay . . . maybe she couldn't do this.

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Drumming his fingers against the cool metal of the washer, Juice was starting to get impatient. He hated Saturday's just for this reason alone. He worked his job at the club all night and early into the morning after being at the diner all day. That meant he'd been off of work for exactly half an hour from the day before. He should be sleeping, trying to work in a couple of hours between jobs but instead he was here. At the fucking Laundromat. Doing his damn laundry.

Scratching at this head, he couldn't seem to sit still and wait patiently like the oher patrons nearby. He went through this every Saturday, but he still couldn't stand it. He hated being in here with all of the weirdos milling around.

Some of them were nice, there were a few moms around, the occasional grandma. A few of them had felt sorry for him in his earlier trips here, one old lady had actually tisked him and separated his darks from his lights. Talk about embarrassing. His own mother hadn't even done that for him. If one of his shirts got bleached, too bad for him.

After he walked into the diner three times in a row with a pink shirt, Mrs. Perelli instisted on coming with him and teaching him how to properly wash his clothes. She'd scolded him every time he tried to do something, even slapping his hands away after a point. She'd reprimanded him in Spanish about being a grown man who didn't know how to do his own laundry. He'd never felt more like a five year old than he had then never mind the fact that he'd been pushing on 19 and old enough to know better.

At least now he didn't have to wear pink unless it was by choice.

Looking around, he saw it one of the Saturdays the homeless crowd came in to get out of the weather. All of the men who smelled like piss and shit, and the women looked strung out and couldn't dress themselves. He knew there was a couple of hookers mixed in too.

"Hey boy scout, you got room in there for some more?" A woman's amused voice broke through his thoughts.

He glanced behind him spotting the familiar red head standing a few feet away with a playful smile on her heavily make up covered face at an attempt to cover the wrinkles. He hadn't even heard her come up he'd been so lost in his own world. She had a decade on him, one of the older crowed that came in here. She was one of the hotter single moms who had an itch for younger guys, himself included. "Hey Mel, how's my favorite baseball star?" he chuckled, giving her a look over.

Mel had brought him home with her a few times while her kid was away at her mom's place for the night, or at a friends. Her ex had slept around on her with a few younger girls, leaving her to wonder what all the fuss was about with the younger crowd. He didn't know all the details, didn't want to know, but he'd been more than willing to show what the big whoop was about when she'd offered to let him sleep in a warm bed for a night. It was an offer he couldn't refuse since where he was staying wasn't exactly the most ideal place in the world. If that meant he had to screw her to get the bed, he didn't see what was so wrong with that.

"He's with my ma for the rest of the weekend. Driving me fucking crazy with that flute he got at school." She rolled her eyes up at the yellowing ceiling, trying to seem subtle with her hint of being alone.

He knew what she meant. She wanted company, his company more importantly. Looking behind her, out the glass in the doors, he could see the trees swaying in the wind. It was going to be cold tonight. "I got a shift at the club tonight, but I could, uh, swing by. Fix that pipe you were telling me about last week." He offered with a shrug of his shoulders.

By the bright eyed grin on her face, he knew he'd struck the nail on the head about her wanting him to come over. For a guy half her age, Juice knew what he was doing in bed. She'd taught him a couple things, but he wasn't an idiot when it came to sex. "I'll pick you up around midnight. Don't need my nosy neighbors saying shit about your beat up piece of crap in my driveway again" She said, giving him a sideways glance before nudging him over to put some of her clothes in with his.

He chuckled, remembering the way they'd complained the last time his car was in front of her house. That hadn't gone over so well. She'd had questions about the state of his car and what was inside of it. It hadn't helped that after he'd left, her neighbors had gotten on her case about their 'sleepovers'. it wasn't like he was over there every week, but it wouldn't be the first time either.

As if she thought he was hesitating, Mel slipped her hand into his back pocket and squeezed, causing him to jerk in surprise. He glanced over at her, catching the familiar lusty look in her eyes. This was the right choice, he decided. Warm bed, home cooked meal, amazing sex, he couldn't see the downside to any of it.

"Yeah I think I can do that." he said, flashing her one of his hundred watt smiles.

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Walking into the diner, she was nervous as hell. She'd never done this before in her entire life, and she had no idea what was approiate. Should she just go up and tell them she filled out an application and wanted a job? What if she . . . no, she could do this. Savannah had seen her mom do this plenty of times with the guys in the garage. She could roll through this interview like a champ.

Walking up to the hostess post, she was all smiles, even if she was shaking on the inside. The girl behind the podium was smiling back but it was as fake as her nose looked. Even Happy could have faked a better grin than that and his entire face would have shattered with the effort.

"Hi, I'm Savannah Teller. I filled out an application. I was wondering if there was a manager around? Id like to apply for the waitress position." She said as sweetly as she could manage.

And so it began.

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Like she said would, Mel was waiting for Juice when he got off of his shift at the club in her bright red Mazda with the heat kicked up no doubt. It was freezing as he did a little jog towards the car with a nagging thought at the back of his mind. He was asking himself over and over again if it was really so wrong to be picked up like a kid by his mom, when in reality, he was getting picked up by a woman he was going to fuck once they got back to her place. Yeah, maybe a little, but he pushed the thought aside as he neared the little car, shoving his hands in his worn leather jacket. He was the one really getting something out of this little arrangement, a warm bed, a home cooked meal, maybe even two if he stayed long enough for breakfast . . . blowjob . . .

He climbed in, nodding at her while she held a finger up to him, talking on the iphone held to her ear. He caught bits of the conversation, putting two and two together that she was talking to her son while they drove the few blocks over to her house. Man. Her house.

He was always in awe of this place. The little apartment he'd shared with his ma back in Queens was nothing compared to this, it was the size of the living room in Mel's house. He'd seen bigger, but for someone who did their laundry at the Laundromat, she was doing pretty damn well for herself.

The two walked up the ice covered walkway together, mostly in silence. Mel had never spoke a whole lot in general, which he honestly didn't mind. "How was the shift, hon?"

"Not a bad night. Tips were rackin up." Juice replied honestly, slipping in behind her when she unlocked the door.

"When do you find time to go to school, kid?" She teased, leading him into the huge marble topped kitchen. "I put a plate in the fridge for you. Figured you'd be hungry, handsome."

As if on cue, his stomach growled answering, her implied question. Mel knew he had it tough, seeing his car had given her that clue loud and clear. Once their hook ups became a regular thing, it was like the maternal side of her came out despite the fact that any feelings she had for him were far from motherly.

After heating up the plate, she set him up at the kitchen island, watching him dig in with a little glint in her eye. Mel didn't waste any time the minute he turned his back to her either. He tried not to squirm when she slipped her hands underneath his tight white shirt, rubbing his aching back. It felt amazing, being taken care of, his muscle were definitely in need of a good massage. Working two jobs and going to class in between was stressing him to the breaking point.

She seemed to know just where to press to get a groan from him, rubbing his sides where the knots were the worst. That was it. Fuck, Mel had magic fingers. Magic hands. "That feel good, handsome?" Mel whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck.

He nearly choked on his bite of pasta when her hand slipped around his front, going straight into his pants. She had long nails, and the feel of them trailing his cock made it twitch in an instant reaction to her efforts.

Swallowing hard, Juice shifted around in his seat as she stroked him. His hands gripped the counter, cursing under his breath as he shifted around again. His cock was fully erect and straining against the top of his jeans at full attention. "How about we move this to the other room?" Mel suggested, rubbing her breasts against his back.

He gave her a quick nod, standing up so fast that the chair squawked against the floor. "Lead the way."

The walk seemed a mile long with Mel pressing against him the entire way, nipping at his chin and collarbone with little kisses here and there. "You have no idea how ready for this I am tonight, tiger." She purred, pulling him down to the huge king sized bed along with her once they'd crashed their way into the dark bedroom.

Juice kissed her roughly, knowing she liked it, and threaded his fingers through her thick red hair. "Mmm . . . I can think of one way to tell." He placed a hand on her hip, pulling her lower half closer to his.

With Mel, he didn't have to worry about tiring her out so he could stay. She preferred it. She liked the warm body she claimed, which made this all the more easier to do. He didn't have to focus on keeping her going forever. This could be just a one timer. Or a two timer knowing her. Mel's tongue slipped through his lips intermingling with his own as they kissed hard. "Do me good, Juice." She demanded quietly, letting her arms fall back onto the cool bed sheets.

Oh, he could definitely do that.

He jerked her leggings down, using his peripheral vision to glimpse at her emerald colored panties, she'd dressed for him, he noticed. "Those for me babe?" He asked, pulling his mouth from hers with a smack leaning back far enough for her to yank his shirt over his head.

Mel's palms went to his stomach, groping at the body he'd slaved for, appreciating it in a way most girls his age didn't. "You know they are." She grinned back at him wiggling her hips at him.

"The top match the bottom?" Juice asked, already going for her long sleeve tee, grinning when he saw that it did. Green on a redhead. He loved it.

He planted a kiss on the top of each peak, grabbing a handful of milky white boob in each hand. They were full, D cups, perfect size. Just right to hold on to. "Why don't you get a closer look? See if the bottom really matches?" Mel smirked, sitting up on her elbows while he worked her chest over, biting through the cup where each nipple was at.

Juice could take a hint. He knew what she was after. The very thing she'd taught him to do, and apparently he did it well. He kissed her ribcage, trailing down to her belly button where he licked a fine line with the tip of his tongue down to the top of the emerald green panties in question.

"This what you had in mind? Or ya know, I could always . . ." Mel's hands flew to the back of his head, urging him further down while he chuckled, giving her inner thighs a tug with his teeth that already had her legs shaking around him.

He didn't waste time with pulling the panties off, if he left them on, they'd be an even more golden prize to the collection. Instead, he pushed them to the side, holding them out of his way with two fingers while his other hand rubbed up and down her wetness that was practically dripping. She hadn't been joking when she said she was ready for him.

Gingerly, he flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves watching her face for her reaction. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, hands still on the back of his head. He dipped into her, tasting the sweetness while she moaned, bucking back against him. "God yes, you know what to do."

Juice swiveled his tongue inside of her, bringing it up to press flat against her clit then circle it slowly. He could do this forever. He'd found that he really didn't mind doing this for the right person, and Mel was on that very short list of women. He rolled his tongue back and forth then nibbled just slightly, loving the sounds she was making while he worked.

He gave her a long lick, doing it over and over again before suddenly changing the pace and sucking at her clit instead. Another swivel, then another suck had her begging and spasming against his face. Suddenly, he flicked his tongue over her wildly as he pressed two fingers inside of her, curling them into the place he knew by heart, the place that would have her tightening around his hand in seconds.

"So good . . . mmm . . . yes-yes-yes." Mel sighed baring down on him gripping at his skull to tightly he was starting to wonder if he'd be bald when he finished. "Ohmygod! Get on top of me! Now! Now!"

He dove for his jeans, hurriedly undoing them and going for the condoms he always kept in his back pocket. Mel was still panting and shivering, knees spread wide on either side of him when he finally thrust into her with a loud groan of his own. She was always tight after she came, and tight before that from not getting it like she wanted it. "Oh shit." He groaned, buried to the hilt inside of her.

Mel's legs wrapped around his lower half bouncing back against his movements with loud cries that encouraged him to just slam into her harder. "Like that, yes like that." She was chanting as he slid his hands underneath her ass lifting her up into a halfway sitting position with him. "Holy . . ."

Juice was as deep into her as he could get from this position and he could feel every crevice of her grasping at his cock pulling him back as another orgasm rocked through the older woman's body. "Shit baby, I can't . . ." He struggled to say moving her down hard on himself, Mel's fingers were clutching at his back, digging her nails into his flesh.

"Keep going." She begged, squeezing her tightness around on him , twitching her hips in a circle that offset what he was doing and made him curse. "God . . . I don't want you to stop. Don't stop. Don't stop."

He pounded into her with groans, resting his forehead onto her freckled shoulder. Another difference in fucking Mel than someone his age was that Mel could make him cum without almost no effort when she was erratic and horny. "You want more?" He whispered huskily into her ear.

"Yes." Mel sighed scratching down his back one last time before she dropped back onto the mattress. "Get on top of me. C'mon."

Juice braced himself above her again, going back to the first position and hooked her knee over his hip thrusting into her hard and fast. Mel laid back, gripping at the sheets now watching him working above her. "That's it." He urged her watching her eyes start to close as her pussy clenched at him. "Let it happen, there's still more."

There's still more . . . because the fact was . . . the better the performance he put on for her, even if he was actually into this, meant the better the rewards would be for him afterwards.