“Life is nothing but parties to you?”

“Some people read, some knit, I like to party to relax. Besides, where’s a better place for picking up women than at a club?”

He’d spent the whole day fucking a woman, and Jason wasn’t in the mood to party. However, being stuck at home didn’t appeal either.

“Okay, fine, we’ll go clubbing, but you keep our profession to yourself. I don’t want to have to deal with fans, men and women wanting in the business, or any other shit, do you hear me?”

“God, you’re getting boring in your old age,” Richard said. “Yes, I’ll keep everything to myself apart from my dick.”

“Good.” Jason put his sunglasses on, navigating traffic. “Now, where do you want to eat?”

“Where the food’s greasy and I won’t have you bitching my ass.”

Laughing, Jason found the right fast food joint that satisfied all cravings.

****

Sydney Marshall pushed her dress down, and groaned as it showed off more of her breasts.

“I hate this dress,” she said, glaring over at her sister. “It’s too short, and it’s showing everything.”

“It’s supposed to show everything.”

“For a woman who’s not a size sixteen, Dawn. My body is not something that needs to be on display for all to see.” Sydney ran her hands down the dress.

“Stop worrying, you look hot.” Dawn came up behind her, pushing her hair into a pin so that some of her hair fell around her face. “There, perfect. Your skin is flawless. I’m so jealous. You don’t need to do anything.”

Dawn put some lipstick and blusher on to tint her cheeks.

“Are we done? I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

“We’re going out to a nightclub. Calm your ass down. I’m not asking you to break the law. Besides, I really need to get laid.”

“Thinking about you having sex is not ideal to me. Please, keep it all to yourself,” Sydney said.

“I broke up with Max a couple of weeks ago, and that man knew how to fuck.”

“Again, please, shut up.”

Stepping away from the mirror, Sydney grabbed some money out of her bag, placing it comfortably into her bra. She’d been able to get money out of her bra without anyone ever seeing. It was one skill every woman should try.

“I’m ready to go and party.”

“Good, ‘cause the taxi is ready and waiting.” Dawn gave a little whoop.

Leaving her home, Sydney locked the door, following her sister into the back of a taxi. Sitting back, she listened to Dawn give directions. She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to go out with Dawn. Max had been the third boyfriend that year, and it didn’t look like she was stopping.

Sydney hadn’t had a man in over a year. The last breakup had been a little messy when he proposed and she hadn’t been ready. She’d been with Thomas six months by the time he popped the question. What kind of person got married after six months of knowing someone? Not her. She’d declined, packed up his belongings, and saw him out of her life. From what she’d read in the paper a few weeks ago, he’d found another woman to marry, just so he could inherit his small fortune.

Resting her head against the window, she listened to Dawn chat with the driver. Dawn had thought her crazy for passing up a millionaire. She just hadn’t connected with Thomas or felt any desire. Sure, the sex had been okay, but that wasn’t what she wanted for the rest of her life, mediocre sex. She wanted to be driven by lust. Not once in her twenty-five years had she been shoved against a wall and taken because it was too long to wait for a bed.

Everything had been so neat and tidy in her life. Was it wrong to wait for the man who’d make life a little dirty?

“We’re here,” Dawn said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Great.” Paying the driver, Sydney climbed out of the cab. There was a line, but her sister went right up to the bouncer on the door.

“Hey, baby,” Dawn said. “I’ve missed you.”

“Dawn Marshall, you grace us with your presence,” the bouncer said, pulling her close, and gripping her ass.

Okay, like old times. Looking out of place while my sister gets pawed.

“It’s true, and I’m single, David. Save you a dance?”

“Yes, go on in.”

She reached out, explaining that they were sisters. They didn’t have to get in line, and were in the club within seconds.

“Whoop, this is what I’m talking about,” Dawn said.

The music was loud, invading every one of Sydney’s senses. The club was huge with a large dance-floor in the center. At the far end was the bar, and she saw there was also a second level but it wasn’t a full level, and allowed people to look onto the dance floor.

“I’m going to dance,” Dawn said.

“I’m going to get a drink.” There wasn’t a chance in hell of her getting on the dance-floor without a drink.

Stepping up to the bar, she waited for the bartender to come to her. She gave her order, and he offered her a tab. Glancing out to the dance-floor she saw Dawn already had two men around her. They weren’t going to be leaving any time soon.

“I’ll have it on a tab.” She gave the man a smile before looking back toward her sister. Dawn was far more outgoing than she would ever be. Sydney loved her sister and wouldn’t change her for the world. They’d always been close, and Dawn always looked out for her.

“Here you go, darling,” the bartender said.

She thanked him for the order grabbed hers and Dawn’s drinks, then glanced back toward the dance-floor. Chuckling, she saw her sister already making out with one guy while the other was groping her ass. Again, it was something she couldn’t bring herself to do.

Suddenly she was pushed. Someone apologized, and out of the corner of her eye she saw someone’s bank card dropped onto the floor.

Placing the beers on the counter, she picked it up. There was a guy next to her, talking to a blonde.

“Excuse me,” she said, tapping his arm.

He glanced toward her, scowling. “I’m not giving fucking autographs.”

The outburst took her completely by surprise. What a rude man. She didn’t recognize him from anything. Sydney didn’t watch a lot of television, so he must be some kind of star on the small screen. Whatever, she was only trying to give him back his card.

“Hey,” she said, stepping toward him.

The man, whoever he was, was incredibly handsome. His hair was tied back in a little ponytail, and his face was flawless and smooth. He had beautiful green eyes.

“I’m not giving out auto—”

She held her hand up. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care. You dropped this,” she said, handing him the bank card that had slipped out of his pocket.

He took the card from her, looking completely taken aback. “You don’t know who I am?”

“No. I don’t have a clue who you are.” She forced a smile, then moved behind him, taking her seat once again.

Grabbing the beer bottles, she looked onto the dance-floor to see Dawn was still loving the attention. Sipping her beer, she waited for Dawn to grow bored. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the man she’d just given the card to looking at her. The blonde he’d been talking to was gone.

Glancing toward him, she frowned. “What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

Dawn finally stumbled toward her. “I’m so sorry. It’s crazy out there. Drink up. You’re coming with me. I’m getting you laid tonight even if I have to trap you in a room with a guy.”

Sydney laughed as she was dragged off away from the bar. She hadn’t finished her drink, but she wouldn’t be coming back to it anytime soon.

Dawn dragged her toward the middle of the dance-floor. All thoughts of the man she’d been dancing with were forgotten. Throwing her arms in the air, she began to dance with Dawn, forgetting that she was an awful dancer. Several men tried it on with Dawn. Her sister was a master manipulator, and had them all eating out of the palm of her hand. Some men approached Sydney, but she wasn’t interested in getting to know anyone. This was all about fun, and making sure her sister didn’t wander off with the wrong kind of guy.