I watched her slink away from us in her slinky leather dress and my mouth went dry as all the blood in my body rushed directly to my rock hard cock.

“Wow, she didn’t bite your head off, she must like you,” Brady said and drained his glass. He turned around on the stool and took in the crowd that was starting to thicken up as the evening went on. “But seriously, look at all these women. You could literally walk up to any of them and have them tossing their panties at you the moment you said hello. That’s like a super power, dude. It’s shameful to not use it.”

“I could use it for you,” I replied, not following suit because I still had my eyes locked on Kitty’s sexy curves. “I’ve got my eyes on one prize here, but I have a feeling it’s going to take a lot more than hello for me to get those panties off.”

“You’ll need gin and a quiet place,” he said with a grin.

“Gin?”

“Panty remover.”

“Why the quiet place?”

“A woman like Kitty isn’t the public display type, you’ll have to get her alone.”

“Huh, so that’s it? I just have to get her drunk and by herself? Sounds like the making of a serial killer movie, dude. You need better advice.”

“Suit yourself, but then again I’m not exactly good with the ladies so maybe you should ignore what I say.”

“I think I will,” I laughed and left him to ogle the waitresses while I kept one eye on a certain bartender.

I wasn’t sure how it was going to happen, but it would. If I wanted to fuck anything on legs the minute I got out of prison, I would have done so by now. What captivity had taught me was to relish the finer things in life and appreciate quality over quantity.

And Kitty was worth taking the time, I could tell that by looking at her.

“You wanna hand me that board and grab the other end?”

I picked up a two by four and held it up to my boss, he grabbed it and slid it up against the window frame of the house we were building.

My big plan to start my own business wasn’t exactly a roaring success, but I’d managed to pick up a pretty good gig with a construction company. I could still take on after hours side jobs once I bought a few more tools and got to know the city a little better.

I think I had just been on auto pilot when I’d left California, hoping to leave the gang and violence behind me without much thought to what I was running into.

“Thanks, that’s perfect,” Jorge said and picked up the nail gun. With a few sharp jolts, the board was in place and we were done. “I think we can call it a day. We got a lot finished and I’m pretty happy with your work.”

“That’s good to hear, not a lot of people would take a chance on an ex con who looks like me,” I laughed and pulled a cloth out of my back pocket to wipe my forehead. Working outside under the Vegas heat was deadly, but it was honest work and I appreciated that.

“That’s how I get away with paying you pennies,” Jorge grinned and picked up his backpack and started to walk away.

“You’re lucky I didn’t learn how to shank anybody on the inside, old man,” I quipped. He laughed, said goodbye and headed to his truck.

It wasn’t true though, he actually paid me a good wage and treated me well in spite of being fresh out of prison. I appreciated it, not a lot of guys like me had chances like this.

I hopped in my truck and headed back to Brady’s. It was Friday and he had the night off so we were going to rip it up a little. I’d do whatever it took to get him back to the Little Black Dress though, we were there on Wednesday and had found out that Kitty worked tonight.

I hadn’t seen her for a few days and already I craved the sight of her, she’d gotten under my skin in a short time and I had to find out what it meant. What she could mean to me.

Brady was waiting for me when I pulled into his driveway, his car shining and his grin wide on his face.

“All right, are you ready to tear shit up tonight?” he said as I got out.

“Damn, you’re in a mood and a half. Should we start at the LBD?”

He stopped, looked at me with a strange look in his eye and flashed me a crooked grin. “So are you horny or cheap?”

“What the hell do you mean?” I asked, but I knew what he meant. It was so fucking obvious I was obsessed with Kitty, but how could I ever admit it?

“You know, I mean you’ve barely looked at another woman since you met Kitty,” he said, “it’s more than a little pathetic, dude. You should make tonight’s goal to mix it up a little. Get out there and get laid.”

“What if I’m cheap? Drinks everywhere are pretty pricey and with your discount, LBD is the perfect place to start out.”

“Sure, I believe you but thousands wouldn’t,” he chuckled. “Come on, you horny bastard, let’s go see if your girl is there.”

Brady scanned the club like a bobble head the entire walk up to the bar. He swiveled back and forth, checking out the waitresses. He’d never managed to be with any of them, but he still tried every time we came in.

I was single minded and focused on one woman in particular, and she was busy behind the bar looking as magnificent as ever. She was wearing another tight black dress, this one silken but still clinging to her curves like it was a second skin.

I took a stool next to Brady, but he characteristically sat with his back to the bar so he could scan the room and tease himself mercilessly.

“We’ll go somewhere after this,” I leaned over to promise him, “I’ll be your wingman. I’ll help you tonight, but you have to promise you’ll lose the desperation.”

“I don’t know how you’re not desperate, at least I’ve had my dick wet in the last five years. How have your blue balls not fallen off?”

I laughed and leaned back onto the bar. “It’s a fucking miracle, that’s for sure.”

I watched Kitty mix and pour drinks, chat up the customers and even offer the occasional man a smile. That was tough to see, Kitty being nice to anybody else with a cock. I knew what they had on their minds, every one of them. They had Kitty in their imaginations, naked and spread for them.

And I could barely contain my rage.

I clenched my fist and waited for Brady to catch her attention. I didn’t want to seem too needy with Kitty, so I let him wave his hand and call her name.

“We should be sitting at a table,” he said, “then I could hit on the waitresses.”

“And they love that so much,” I replied and rolled my eyes.

He had the decency to look slightly embarrassed by his behavior which was a step ahead.

“Just the man I wanted to see,” Kitty said and sidled up to stand in front of us. She was radiant, her smile reaching her eyes tonight.

“Oh really?” Brady asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Not you,” she snapped and turned to me. “How do you feel about doing a job for me?

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, my cock hardening and my imagination racing into a million dirty places, all of them ending with me taking her and making her mine.

“We need a new bar top, custom woodwork of course. But we need it fast.”

I didn’t really have much time, but I could make time for her.

I looked into her eyes, gave her a lopsided grin, and said, “When do you need me to start?”