Daisy distracts the security guard

Daisy didn't have time to pull her dress down after Sammie had gotten to her feet, and it gave the whole game away. She still had both palms planted on the edge of the sink with her butt jutting out into the open air. "Oh shit," she said, echoing Sammie's words. The guy who **** the door open was tall, classic bar-security type. Wide as a fridge, basically bald, tatted from his wrists to his shoulders. He was wearing a tank top that showed his size wasn't just fat.

"Oh, shit," said the security guard when he saw Sammie's smeared lipstick and Daisy's marked-up ass.

Sammie had to laugh. "See what happens when you don't wait to be let in?" she said. She pushed the last of their joint off the counter and onto the ground. Daisy didn't think the security guard had missed it.

The guard rubbed his face with one of his huge hands. "You gotta be fucking kidding me. The boss says anybody caught doing anything illegal has gotta go right to the cops. It's supposed to be for **** shit, but now I need to call them for... this." He wasn't bothering to avoid looking at Daisy's ass as she stood up straight and made herself decent again. It was lucky her dress was a turtleneck or he would have seen how flushed her chest was, too.

Sammie and Daisy exchanged a look that said "What the fuck are we going to do?" Then, feeling bold, Daisy walked right up to the security guard and laid a hand on his chest. "You don't need to call the cops," she said. "We're all good here."

He scowled at her. "Yeah, I do. I'm not losing my job for you bitches."

She scowled back. Daisy didn't like being called a bitch except in the bedroom. "Look," she said. "How about we make you a deal?"