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getting in on her. King leaned back in the chair, the shadows in the corner hiding him slightly but giving him a prime shot of Clara.
    “She doesn't look special to me,” the club whore said.
    He couldn’t help but grunt. “She isn't dirty; that’s for fucking sure.”
    “Hey, I like dirty,” Smalls said and grinned over at the club whore. He pulled her onto his lap, grabbing one of her tits.
    King went back to checking out Clara. She was dancing with Vicky, and it was clear she had a wild side. He liked that. God, her ass was full and round, her hips flaring out and giving him a prime shot of the fact she was all curves. The sweet butts at the club were thinner with bones protruding. But Clara had it going on, with thick thighs and a rounded belly that was shown whenever she’d lift her arms. He was getting so damn hard right now. King didn’t give a shit who saw him take her.
    “Come on, King. I’m right here, ready to give you whatever. Hell, I’ll give it to you and Smalls at the same time if you want.” She tried to grab for his cock again.
    “I said not interested. Smalls, take the bitch and go fuck her or something.” The Patch grinned and held onto her. Smalls pulled her shirt down, exposed her big, but clearly fake tits, and started licking at them. King turned his focus away from that scene and looked at Clara again, vowing to make her his, even if for only one night.

Chapter Three

    T he shots had given her one hell of a buzz, and any worries she did have started to fade away. Clara tipped another shot back and moaned as it burned her throat.
    “So, what have you been up to?” Vicky asked, taking her own shot.
    “Not a lot. Been on the road, doing some travelling. I’ve worked at a couple of places as a waitress, nothing permanent.” She shrugged. It had been a fun couple of months, taking long walks down the beach, staying in a rented apartment, and working in her spare time. Clara didn’t want to be tied down to a mortgage, and so it worked for her to rent. It was dead money but she only lived once.
    “Any guys?”
    She shook her head. “Not really. There was one guy who had a thing about sniffing my feet. I have to say, it was totally weird.”
    Vicky spat her mouthful of beer, covering the bar as she did so. “What?”
    “Liam was his name. He was a server at the restaurant where I worked. He was hot, and so damn nice. Neither of us was looking for anything serious. Anyway, to cut a long story short, after he’d given me an orgasm, which was substandard at best, he pulled out of me, tore the condom off, grabbed my feet, and started to sniff and lick them while he jerked off. Let’s just say, once he was done, I was out of there. Seriously, not my fetish at all.” She shuddered, recalling how weird it had suddenly gotten.
    Vicky burst out laughing and started to snort as she did.
    “How are these men?” Clara asked, asking about the bikers.
    “None of them have feet fetishes. Not that I know.” She started chuckling. “They’ve all got a bit of kink to them, but it’s more hardcore. But they’re good guys, too. So far, Beast is the only one taken. He’s with Bridget, and get this shit, she’s his step-sister.”
    “Really?” Step-siblings getting together wasn’t a big deal to Clara, although it was a little surprising. They weren’t related—what was the big deal?
    “Come on, let’s go and dance.” Clara was pulled off the barstool and dragged to the center of the dance floor. Several people were already on the floor, naked and dancing. Vicky threw her hands in the air and started to sway her hips. Clara did the same, and the music seemed to get louder. She gave herself over to the pleasure of the music, swinging her hips.
    Vicky grabbed her hand, and they danced close, their breasts touching as they rubbed against each other.
    “Girl on girl action drives them crazy,” Vicky said, whispering the words against her ear.
    “Do you have a thing for that guy who you