Taylor was minding his own business, just sitting at the bar in one of his many high-end strip clubs, enjoying the scenery, when Marbles came in and ruined his
fun.
"She's an Angel now!" Marbles declared as he tossed something down beside Taylor. "I've ear marked the pages for maximum quickness."
Taylor glanced away from the two girls in the built in room behind the bar. They were going above and beyond the call of duty in trying to keep his attention. He was going to have to tell them to knock it off because they were heading into things illegal in the state of New York. He gave the magazine cover a quick flick of his dark eyes and went back to watching the girls. He'd give them a few more minutes before he yelled at them.
"Give me that!" Chris cried as he got up from the table he was sharing with some of his boys. Matty snatched up the newest issue of Victoria's Secret magazine before Chris could get his greedy, manicured hands on it.
"Damn," he said as he gave the cover a long look. "She has some set of tits. Why do they even bother putting her in this stuff? Not like I can't see everything anyway!"
"The red tabs show nipple," Marbles pointed out helpfully. Matty grinned as Taylor ordered another beer plus a shot of whiskey.
"What are the yellow ones?" Chris asked as he tried to pry the magazine out of Matty's hands.
"They indicate photos in which she's clearly had a Brazilian bikini wax," Marbled said.
Taylor bolted back the shot and slid the glass back to the bartender. Then he reached for the phone behind the bar to tell the two girls to stop acting like they were auditioning for Girls Gone Wild.
"Damn!" Chris's voice hollered. "Look at her ass! She's been doing squats!"
"She could squat on me any time she wanted," one of Chris's guys said as he peered over Chris's shoulder. "I wonder if she does threesomes? She's the only chick I'd even consider having another dude near my junk for."
Matty shuddered at the thought and handed over the magazine to Chris. "It amazes me that Marbles has had it and the pages aren't stuck together."
"You can't hold it and jerk off," Marbles said. "It fucks up the timing if you drop the magazine."
Taylor bolted back another shot and turned outward to face the rest of the club. He began giving his girls critical once-overs. He was the pickiest boss they'd ever come across. If he so much as saw a hint of stubble anywhere their shifts were forfeit.
"I actually had a dream a few weeks ago that we were in a limo coming back from a Knicks game and she was sucking my dick," Chris admitted as he turned the magazine at an angle to inspect something.
"Did the Knicks win?" Matty asked.
Everyone laughed except Taylor. He was swishing beer around in his mouth and considering a light bulb change. It was too dark in the one corner and he was sure some of the girls were using it to make extra money during their lap dances.
"God, who I wouldn't kill to have her bent over in front of me," Marbles said.
That finally did it. Taylor reached out, snatched the magazine, and threw it behind the bar. Then he picked up his next shot and bolted it back as Matty began to laugh.
"He lasted longer this time than he did with the Maxim a few weeks ago!" Chris said.
"What's his problem?" one of Chris's guys asked.
"Did he fuck her?" another one demanded. Taylor gave the guy such a cold look that the temperature in the bar dropped a good ten degrees.
"Tell them," Matty urged as the bartender straightened out the magazine and put it beside Taylor.
He glanced down at the girl on the cover and sighed. "She's my sister."
Chris hooted with laughter at all the stunned, disbelieving faces. They clearly didn't believe Taylor but were too afraid to ask. Instead they looked at Matty who was still laughing at his friend's sulkiness.
"It's true," Matty said as he pointed to the cover. "That gorgeous little girl is Taylor's sister."
"How?" someone cried. They knew Taylor's family history and knew he was an only child.
"His mom remarried," Matty said as Taylor went back to ignoring them. "He was a widower with a kid, a little girl."
"So, actually, he could fuck her," Chris pointed out. He barely ducked in time to avoid the glass that Taylor flung at him.
"She's an Angel now!" Marbles declared as he tossed something down beside Taylor. "I've ear marked the pages for maximum quickness."
Taylor glanced away from the two girls in the built in room behind the bar. They were going above and beyond the call of duty in trying to keep his attention. He was going to have to tell them to knock it off because they were heading into things illegal in the state of New York. He gave the magazine cover a quick flick of his dark eyes and went back to watching the girls. He'd give them a few more minutes before he yelled at them.
"Give me that!" Chris cried as he got up from the table he was sharing with some of his boys. Matty snatched up the newest issue of Victoria's Secret magazine before Chris could get his greedy, manicured hands on it.
"Damn," he said as he gave the cover a long look. "She has some set of tits. Why do they even bother putting her in this stuff? Not like I can't see everything anyway!"
"The red tabs show nipple," Marbles pointed out helpfully. Matty grinned as Taylor ordered another beer plus a shot of whiskey.
"What are the yellow ones?" Chris asked as he tried to pry the magazine out of Matty's hands.
"They indicate photos in which she's clearly had a Brazilian bikini wax," Marbled said.
Taylor bolted back the shot and slid the glass back to the bartender. Then he reached for the phone behind the bar to tell the two girls to stop acting like they were auditioning for Girls Gone Wild.
"Damn!" Chris's voice hollered. "Look at her ass! She's been doing squats!"
"She could squat on me any time she wanted," one of Chris's guys said as he peered over Chris's shoulder. "I wonder if she does threesomes? She's the only chick I'd even consider having another dude near my junk for."
Matty shuddered at the thought and handed over the magazine to Chris. "It amazes me that Marbles has had it and the pages aren't stuck together."
"You can't hold it and jerk off," Marbles said. "It fucks up the timing if you drop the magazine."
Taylor bolted back another shot and turned outward to face the rest of the club. He began giving his girls critical once-overs. He was the pickiest boss they'd ever come across. If he so much as saw a hint of stubble anywhere their shifts were forfeit.
"I actually had a dream a few weeks ago that we were in a limo coming back from a Knicks game and she was sucking my dick," Chris admitted as he turned the magazine at an angle to inspect something.
"Did the Knicks win?" Matty asked.
Everyone laughed except Taylor. He was swishing beer around in his mouth and considering a light bulb change. It was too dark in the one corner and he was sure some of the girls were using it to make extra money during their lap dances.
"God, who I wouldn't kill to have her bent over in front of me," Marbles said.
That finally did it. Taylor reached out, snatched the magazine, and threw it behind the bar. Then he picked up his next shot and bolted it back as Matty began to laugh.
"He lasted longer this time than he did with the Maxim a few weeks ago!" Chris said.
"What's his problem?" one of Chris's guys asked.
"Did he fuck her?" another one demanded. Taylor gave the guy such a cold look that the temperature in the bar dropped a good ten degrees.
"Tell them," Matty urged as the bartender straightened out the magazine and put it beside Taylor.
He glanced down at the girl on the cover and sighed. "She's my sister."
Chris hooted with laughter at all the stunned, disbelieving faces. They clearly didn't believe Taylor but were too afraid to ask. Instead they looked at Matty who was still laughing at his friend's sulkiness.
"It's true," Matty said as he pointed to the cover. "That gorgeous little girl is Taylor's sister."
"How?" someone cried. They knew Taylor's family history and knew he was an only child.
"His mom remarried," Matty said as Taylor went back to ignoring them. "He was a widower with a kid, a little girl."
"So, actually, he could fuck her," Chris pointed out. He barely ducked in time to avoid the glass that Taylor flung at him.
