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pair of short black leather hot pants. Lori talked her into a black, sheer nylon top with a dark red, skimpy bra underneath. Jaz chose not to wear any stockings with her high-heeled spikes. Her long blonde hair was braided to hang over one shoulder, held at the end with a red beaded band. Since Jaz didn’t like to wear too much makeup Lori had to coax her (once again) into a dark red lipstick.
    Standing side by side in front of a full length mirror, they both burst out laughing as Lori blurted out, “Let’s go rock their world upside down, hot mama!”

    The Den was in full swing when the Satan’s Prophets MC walked in later that night. With their colors on they looked like the menacing force they were. Sitting down ordering drinks, they took up a good portion of the bar.
    Joe saw them come in and panicked. What the fuck, he thought. They must be getting suspicious. Good thing he kept two sets of books, one showing less of a profit. If they really knew the money the club was bringing in, he’d have to leave this little shit-hole town and go into hiding. Deciding on whether or not to let them know he was there, he walked on over.
    “Danny, the next drinks are on me for my friends here,” he smiled, trying not to act nervous. He hoped Danny had enough brains in his head not to water them down.
    “Ain’t your friends,” JD hissed as he turned and looked Joe straight in the eyes. 
    “Just came in to check on our investment,” Striker added while rubbing his hand over his thick walking stick. “Business looks pretty good here. You wouldn’t be stupid enough to cheat us now—would you?” Striker asked in a low, deadly tone of voice.
    “No, ah—no,” Joe was stuttering now. “Just had a little set back. Rising liquor prices, ah—dancers demanding more money—just things like that. It’s all settled now. No more problems,” Joe answered, with beads of sweat shining on his brow.
    “That’s good to hear, didn’t take you for a stupid man. Hate to have to break a few bones—you know—for incentive,” JD growled. “I kinda like your ugly face. It’d be a shame to have to alter it a little.”
    “It’s all good, you’ll see. Just sit back and relax, enjoy the show. Wait till you see the dancers, real class act they are.” Joe was going to clap JD on the back, but then thought better of it. Instead, he gave them a fake smile and walked away.
    “Dumb fucker nearly pissed his pants standing here,” JD snickered.
    “As long as he got the message, I don’t care what he does in his pants,” Striker shot back.
    Still bristling, Roach spoke up. “Guilty as sin, it’s written all over him. We’ll have to figure out our next step carefully. Don’t need any shit hitting the fan all over Fulton or so much for keeping a low profile.”
    “Hot damn! Speaking of keeping a low profile…” Drifter let out a low whistle as he poked JD in the ribs. They all turned at the same time to see Jasmine and Lori walking in.
    When JD turned and saw Jasmine standing there, his dick felt like it was going to explode through his jeans. Hearing the whistles and catcalls from some of the men brought him out of his daze and got him moving.

    Jaz was standing there enjoying the men’s whistles and hoots. She had a huge grin on her face when JD hurried over with a scowl on his. “Baby, you look hot as sin,” JD growled in a low, sexy voice in Jasmine’s ear.
    Jaz’s girly part was doing its happy dance as JD swung his arm around her neck to show his possession and led both of them over to the bar.
    “All this for me, Jazzie-girl? I like it,” JD whispered as he nuzzled his lips against the side of her neck.
    “No, it’s for me. How did I know you were going to be here tonight?” Jaz taunted him back, trying hard to play it cool.
    “You’d better be glad I’m here, babe. I found out you were here, dressed like this without me—I wouldn’t be happy.”
    Jaz looked down at the bar trying to hide her smile, secretly