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waist. "If anyone needs to watch out, it should be those junior members! A lot of these girls arrived with a pretty hungry glint in their eyes. They're looking to snag someone for more than just tonight, I'll tell you."
    "And you're not in there, competing with them?" Cain asked, rubbing one hand on top of the woman's bleached-blonde hair. Leaning up against him, Cheery still only came up to his chin.
    "Yeah, like I can compete with an eighteen-year-old's perky tits and fresh-faced naivete," Cheery snorted back at him. "I'll look for an older man, one with a bit more experience and who won't rush straight to the ending. A yearling sounds great, until fifteen minutes in when I realize that he's already blowing his load."
    The metaphor didn't fly over Cain's head, despite the beer. "Please - any of those men would be going crazy if they knew all the tricks you've picked up that you could show them."
    "That's strong coming from you - you've seen all those tricks," Cheery retorted. "I ought to put you on my resume as a reference."
    "Whores have resumes?"
    "Well, we've got a list of names to call if we need favors," she smirked. Her hand, around his waist, slid a little lower. "Now, are you going to keep on standing out here all night?"
    Cain glanced down at her. "What are you suggesting?"
    Cheery grinned up at him, even as she moved in to bring her other hand in around his thick waist as well. "I know you've got to be around when the prospects arrive, but we've got a good bit of time before that," she suggested. "You and I could duck inside, find a bit of privacy before the whole house is filled with drunk, high bikers rampaging everywhere."
    He opened his mouth to reply, but the crash of a shattering window made him wince before he could speak. "You sure we're not too late already?" he asked ruefully, glancing up and trying to figure out which pane of glass had broken.
    By this point, Cheery's hand had dropped down quite a bit from his waist, and it was now groping at areas that were very sensitive and aware of its presence. "I think we can still find a spot that will be secluded enough," she whispered, rising up on her tiptoes to bring her lips within range of his ear.
    Feeling her warm breath against his earlobe, Cain felt himself make a decision. He reached out with his own hand and tightened it around Cheery's waist, pulling her up to press against his chest. He easily lifted her up off her own feet, feeling her warm breasts press up against his chest, and kissed her.
    "Lead on," he instructed.
    With a grin, Cheery towed him inside.
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    About a half mile down the road from Cain's house, a man sitting in the back of a van glanced sideways at his companions.
    The man had a name, to be sure, but to the others in the van he was known only as Bulldog. Bulldog liked to claim that he'd earned this nickname for both his loyalty and his pugnacious nature, and none of the others would disagree - at least to his face. In private, they admitted that the nickname was due as much to the way that the man tended to shove out his unfortunately large jaw, along with his perpetually grumpy nature, but they knew better than to utter this comment anywhere that Bulldog might hear.
    At the moment, Bulldog felt even more grumpy than usual. His boss, Archon, had reamed him out, and Bulldog was looking forward to the opportunity to make things right with his employer - or, at the very least, to spread that shit around with a big shovel.
    "Okay, you idiots," he growled, glaring around at the other men in the back of the van with him. "You know the drill. Kevin's gonna knock at the front door and feed them the 'escaped mental patient' line, and we're gonna creep around the back and check the windows. If we see the girl, we grab her, and make sure no one else sees. Anyone makes any trouble, let them have it. Boss wants this all cleaned up - no traces."
    The other men nodded, their hands resting comfortably on the weapons they held in their arms. Most of