Stud listened to his vice president as he watched the bitches leave the dance floor as T.A. went to the bar for another bottle of Tequila.

A smile came to his lips as a thought occurred to him; a way he could take care of one of the club’s biggest problem in one night. Bear was wrong; there was one man in the club more than willing to let Sex Piston near his balls.

* * *

Sex Piston rolled over. Her freaking head was ready to explode. Carefully rising up on her elbow, she put her hand to her head, pushing back the tangled mess so that she could see in the dim room. She groaned, recognizing one of the bedrooms in the clubhouse. The cool air hitting her naked breasts had her looking down at her bareness at the same time she realized that she was just as naked under the sheet around her lower body.

A movement at her side had her head turning and staring down at the man lying beside her naked. His sleeping face was easily recognizable as Sex Piston gasped in shock, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Carefully, she slid to the edge of the bed before getting to her feet as silently as possible. She wrapped the sheet around her and took a cautious step forward trying to find her clothes.

“Going somewhere? I thought you wanted another round before you left.” Stud’s amused voice came from the rumpled bed.

Sex Piston tensed, humiliated at what she had allowed to happen. Gathering her shattered dignity, she turned back to face him.

“Asshole, where are my clothes?”