“Mom is so not going to let me hangout with you guys anymore once I tell her the three of you sleep together.” Brooke appears out of nowhere.

“Shut up…” Jordan pushes Spencer hand away. “Did you get a number?”

“No. He asked for mine.” Please don’t tell me she gave him her number. “I gave him London’s.” We all laugh.

“Is she making you hot?” Spencer whispers in my ear while…Cream…I think that’s her name, rubs her crotch against my leg. I moan when Spencer licks my ear.

“No.” I turn my face to Spencer and kiss her. “But your making me wet.” I whisper into the kiss.

“How wet…” Spencer asks and starts kissing my neck.

“You guys are so rude.” Brooke interrupts when I’m about to responded with more than a moan to Spencer. Remind me to leave her at home next time.

“What do you want?” I glare at my little sister.

“Something fresh on my lap,” She flashes a handful of fives at Cream. “Care to join me sexy.” Cream looks at me and Spencer. “Don’t worry about those two losers…they only appreciate each others boobs.” I put my hand in Brookes face and push her back.

“Thanks.” I smile at Cream and shove eighty bucks into her string. Cream kisses Spencer and I on the cheek and walks off with my sister.

“Brooklyn Davies…remove your foot from my forehead.” Jordan mumbles.

“Sorry…” Brooke groans and turns onto her side.

We’re all lying on the living room floor in my house. Pillows and covers are all over the place. Jordan and Spencer was to wasted to make it passed the living room so we decided to keep the party going and have a couple of drinks. Being nice and all I let Brooke have a couple of drinks seeing as how I can monitor her and I know she isn’t going to be drugged or anything.

“Did you like the strip club?” Spencer asks while snuggling closer.

“It was okay.” Brooke shrugs.

“Please…every time I looked up you had some new girl on your lap or you were talking up some guy.”Jordan puts her head on my ass.

“I’m not a fucking pillow, Jay.” She waves me off.

“Whatever.”

“Okay…its sleep time.” Spencer says putting a finger to my lips. I kiss her finger then close my eyes.

“Shut up…” Spencer whines when my house phone rings a couple of hours later. No one moves to answer it so the voice mail clicks on.

“Ash, why the fuck is some John guy calling my phone talking about we met at the club and he wan…”

“I’m not taking you anywhere anymore, Brooke.” I grin while listening to London rant about kicking my ass on my answering machine.

“Brooke move your foot…”

TBC