My Sister Made Me Ch. 08

The next class was a Psychology class held in a much larger room, almost like an auditorium. It had the tiered seats that you could see in most movies centered around college life. She chose one near the middle again and wasn't surprised when a few boys sat next to her. She glanced around and smiled, seeing more than a few girls in this class though, and felt a little more at ease for some reason.

The professor was much younger than Dr. Fielder and came in much faster than he had. He walked up to the dry-erase board and wrote down his name, Dr. Watson. Then, he went about putting on a microphone and testing it while the class got settled.

He went through the same spiel that Dr. Fielder had about what was expected in the class, attendance and what not. The only difference was that after he'd finished all the preliminary stuff, he asked them to go ahead and get out their books and they would get started.

Sam paid attention for the most part, but she kept feeling the boy to her right moving around and leaning into her. She glanced over and saw him turn away quickly, causing her to snicker quietly.

"God," she thought, "boys are definitely all the same." Still, it was flattering now that...

She suddenly realized something. She was noticing when boys were looking at her now. That was a change from before. She'd known that boys found her attractive but hadn't really paid much attention to the fact that they would stare at her or hadn't cared. She assumed this was thanks to Pastor Dickhead and his manipulations, but she could say for sure that this was one actual benefit of her ordeal.

She smiled quietly to herself then. "Something good came out of that crap after all," she thought. Looking back up, she focused on the professor and what he was talking about. The boy next to her caught her attention by sliding his notebook over onto her armrest. It said, "Hi," on it with a cute little drawing of a puppy.

She smirked and raised an eyebrow, then leaned over and took his notebook from him. "Hi. I'm trying to concentrate and take notes. One question, though. Are you the puppy or am I?" She handed it back and he smirked, then wrote something down and passed it back.

It said, "Me! I'm trying to appear charming and funny, talented and witty! Is it working?"

She smiled and wrote back. "Nope!" Then a few lines down. "Just kidding. Totally working. Now... leave me alone so I can learn some Psychology."

He smiled and wrote a final message after reading her response. "Yes Ma'am!" He'd also drawn another picture of the dog with a caption that said "Bark!"

She smirked and shook her head.

The rest of the class went pretty smooth, and she went to her next one without incident. It followed the same course as the previous one, with the professor starting the course work that day. Again, like the other two, boys were seemingly drawn to sitting next to her, though in this class there were only a few. The class was small and the ratio of boys to girls was about even. Three of them sat near her and the other two sat near another girl.

It was a little obvious, but it still made her smile to think about it. After English, she got in her car and went home, stopping to talk to her mom before heading upstairs to her room. It was nice being out of school and being able to go to sleep in the afternoon. It was only 1:00 and she had all afternoon to relax and do nothing.

She sighed, checking her phone one last time before sliding off her clothes down to her panties and bra and slid into bed, but then changed her mind and slid the bra off as well. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the breeze from the ceiling fan that was always on. She tossed off the thick blanket and kept the pale sheet over her, enjoying the soft fabric on her skin. A few minutes later, she heard the familiar thud of Dane's boots on the floor. She smiled, feeling even more happy and safe.

She listened as he walked to his room. A few minutes later, she heard his heavy footsteps coming toward her room and felt her heart flutter a little.

"What the heck are you getting nervous about?" she asked herself. "It's just Dane."

He knocked softly on the door and waited for her to respond.

She turned and called out softly, "Come in," before laying her head back down.

Dane peered in and saw that she was laying down. "Was just checking to see if we were cool. Didn't mean to wake you up." He pulled his head out then and started to shut the door.

She surprised herself by calling out for him to wait. "Wait," she said. "You can come in; you didn't wake me up."

He poked his head back through and looked in. "We're cool though?" he asked.

She nodded, raising a hand and waving him toward her. "You're half naked, idiot, what if he wants to snugglebug?"

"Of course we are," she said, turning her head and looking over at him. "Why wouldn't we be?"

He stepped in a little further, then all the way before shutting the door behind him. Better to be completely inside where it was private and no one else would see him and get weird ideas, she decided.

"I just... I woke up and started... you know," he said. "You left kind of in a hurry."

She smirked. "Well, I wasn't going to wait for you to finish," she said, grinning.

He sighed. "I didn't know you were there Samantha. It was just a natural response when a guy is in that condition. Anything on it when it's like that feels pretty good."

She laughed and sat up, clutching at the sheet to keep herself covered. "I'm kidding Dane," she told him. "I'm fine. We're fine," she told him.

"Now he can leave," she told herself.

"Sorry," he said. "Didn't realize that you were naked. Talk to you later Sam."

She shook her head. "I've got panties on. You wanna snugglebug with me?" Her brain and heart did a somersault. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked herself.

Dane stopped just before opening the door and turned. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she said out loud, followed by a "No!" to herself. "Stop inviting your big brother into your bed!" She had no idea why she kept contradicting what she was thinking with what she was doing. She imagined that she looked conflicted.

Dane raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to get a shirt on?" he asked.

She smiled and said, "Nope!" then thought, "Absolutely!" "Seriously, Dane," she said. "You carried me naked from the bathroom. You've seen girls naked before. It's not like I think you're going to grope me, and you snuggle me from behind. I'm pretty sure I'm safe. Stop debating and get in bed. I'm sleepy."

Dane seemed to accept that answer and moved over to the side of the bed she wasn't occupying.

"Lock the door first," she reminded him.

He turned and did as she asked, then came back over and started to lay down on top of the sheets, still in his blue jeans and shirt.

She sighed. "Take your pants and shirt off, you big baby," she ordered. "It's not sexual so stop worrying about it."

He sighed. "Alright, alright," he said. "I'm just trying to keep a bit of modesty for you."

She fought the urge to glance back and look as he unzipped his pants. She heard the telltale shuffle of fabric as they fell to the floor, followed by the softer sound of his shirt being shucked and tossed down.

She smiled, feeling him lift the sheet up and slide in behind her. His warmth immediately began to flow into her and she sighed happily. "That's the spot," she said, snuggling back into his chest as his arm went around her waist. He chuckled and wormed his way underneath her pillow, but after a few minutes, she slid it out of the way and just laid on his arm. "You okay like this?" she asked.

He chuckled. "I'm great," he said quietly. After a few more quiet moments, he kissed her softly on the cheek.

After a few minutes more, the two fell asleep. It was restful afternoon and when she awoke, he wasn't aroused as he had been before, so she was quietly thankful. A secret part of her kind of wished that he had been so she could have felt how large he was again, but she wasn't acknowledging that part of herself when she awoke.

She yawned and stretched, accidentally exposing herself until he chuckled and drew the cover back up over her. She shrugged and slid from the bed, facing away as he pulled his jeans and then shirt on. Coming over to her after she slid a t-shirt on, he hugged her one last time and then kissed her on the forehead.

"I love that we started snugglebugging again," he said, smiling back at her as he went to the door.

"Me too," she said. "Whenever you like and I'm here, I'm up for snuggles."

He smiled and nodded, then turned and left the room.

Sam checked her phone and swore quietly when she saw that work had called a few minutes ago. She returned the call and heard one of the shift managers, Tracy, answer.

"Sorry, was sleeping. I missed your call," she said.

"Hey, wanted to see if you wanted to work tonight. Had Kimber and Paris call out," Tracy said quickly. She was obviously in the middle of doing something.

"Sure," Sam said, not really giving it a second thought. She didn't mind working and didn't really have anything else constructive to do that night anyway.

"K, just get here ASAP and you'll be here 'til close," Tracy said.

"Be there soon," Sam said, clicking the end button on her phone and tossing it to the bed. She smirked at the disheveled girl in the mirror and shook her head before going to her closet and grabbing the well-hidden ensemble that was her work outfit.

Turning, she slipped out of her room and went the girl's bathroom, stopping as she saw Toni open the door to her room. "Work?" she asked, seeing Toni's low-cut top that matched hers, save only for the color. Where Sam's was a more innocent baby blue checker pattern, Toni's was an obviously sinful red.

"Yep, you too?" she asked.

Sam nodded. "See you there," she said.

Toni didn't leave immediately though and followed her into the bathroom.

"You know, I could do your hair up all cute and sexy," Toni offered. "I'm sure you'll get better tips."

Sam started to say no but remembered the great day she'd had and that wonderful nap with her brother, and something in her decided to take the normally uncaring Antonia up on her rare offer.

"Sure," she said, smiling.

Toni grinned widely and clapped excitedly, almost like a kid would. "Okay!" she said. "How about up in like... a sexy, sloppy knot."

Sam shrugged. "I don't think I'd know what sexy was if it bit me, Toni," she said. "You go ahead and decide."

Toni was behind her, looking in the mirror. "Okay..." she said, biting her lip in thought. She pulled Sam's hair up in what she'd called a sloppy knot, and showed her, then grinned. "You could also do something a little bit more risqué," she said.

Sam raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. "And that is?" she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Twin ponytails," she said. "Like this." She took some of the hair bands from the plethora on the counter and quickly put up Sam's hair.

Sam looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. The ponytails were very fun looking, but with the clothes she was wearing, she looked like she was practically begging for attention. A wide smile was already plastered on Toni's face, and Sam's mouth joined it.

"Hey," Alex said, coming around the corner. "Have fun at work."

Toni grinned and winked at her twin, then bounced toward her room. All three girls had to put on a show of not letting their parents know where they worked. They all went to work wearing a shirt over the low-cut one, but when there, would shuck it and wear the required uniform. So far, they hadn't found out, and Sam wasn't really sure how they'd react if they ever did.

Once she got to work, she saw that Toni was working in her normal spot at the bar and was flirting with the regulars. Seeing her sister, Toni waved and went back to what she was doing.

Sam headed back to the employee area and put her purse in a locker. Tracy came around the corner and quickly thanked her for coming in.

"You're a lifesaver," Tracy said. "I've got one more favor to ask of you, though."

Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at her without speaking for a moment. "We're down two girls tonight, and one of them covers the adult section.

Sam grimaced, not sure if she'd heard Tracy say that on the phone before she'd agreed to come in.

"Normally, I'd never ask someone to cover that area, but Kara is covering both and is stretched pretty thin. Poor girl has been working her ass off for most of the evening and we haven't even gotten busy yet." Tracy spoke fast, obviously in a hurry to get things covered and on her way. She was an older woman, a little overweight and with short cropped hair that made her look like she didn't care.

"The other girl coming in is Cammie and this is her first solo shift," Tracy said. "I can't really expect her to do it."

Sam was quiet for a moment, replaying the great day over in her head. "Something just had to go wrong," she thought. Still, the day had been great and this would be a very lucrative shift, if Kimber and Kara were to be believed.

She thought quietly for a few seconds and then smiled. "Sure," she said. "I'm sure it will be fine."

"Of course it will," Tracy said. "If you have any issues, find one of the managers."

Sam sighed, then quickly headed over to where the waitresses tended to congregate. Kara saw her coming and smiled.

"Hey Sammie!" she said, smiling widely, her red hair heavily curled and looking cute. Sam smiled, then saw her come around the counter revealing her topless condition.

"Oh my," Sam said.

Kara snickered. "I forget I'm not wearing a top sometimes," she said. "It's been bought so many times today, I've practically been like this since I got here."

Sam smirked. "Yeah? Well, you look great," she said, smiling. "Anything I should know about working Kimber's normal area?"

Kara's eyes went wide and she covered her mouth in surprise. "You're covering her spot?" she asked. "Tracy actually asked you to?"

Sam nodded, shrugging. "I'll be fine," she said, not sounding as sure about it as she'd intended.

"No," Kara said, shaking her head. "You don't have to. I'll tell Tracy that I can cover both."

Sam immediately shook her head, surprising even herself. "I'll be fine, Kara," she said. "Honest."

Kara smiled. "Are you sure, hon?"

Sam fell silent again but nodded quickly. "Totally. It's been a week of firsts," she said.

Kara smiled. "As long as you're sure," she said again. "Okay, so you know that the guests can buy your top for an hour?"

Sam nodded.

"Good. The minimum that Kimber and I let them get away with is $100 bucks for one hour, or if I'm feeling flirty, $50 for thirty minutes. The problem is that you get too busy and start to forget that you're topless, believe it or not, and before long, it's been an hour and a half and they only paid for thirty." Kara walked her over to their sections. "Other than that, it's mostly the same gig," she said. "Don't be surprised if you get compliments on your girls," she said, smiling.

Sam blushed and shrugged at the same time, more than a little nervous. They walked over to the entrance of her room and she gave her the breakdown of what tables were needing what. Sam made quick mental notes and nodded.

"I should be good," Sam said, finishing jotting down what Kara had told her. "Good luck, hon," Kara called, turning around. "Call me if you need anything!" She took a deep breath as Kara disappeared around the corner into her own section. The sound of cheering came from the room and she heard someone say, "There she is!" as the redhead entered.

Sam smiled, turning and heading for her own section. As she entered, she saw the tables Kara had described. There was a large table of businessmen in the middle, and about eight booths around the outside. The hostess brought another in, then looked up, surprised. "Oh, Sam!" she said. "I didn't know you were working this section."

"Yeah, I got called in," Sam said. "Kara's section is the next room over."

"I'll update the waitress board," the hostess said, smiling and turning around to the two men behind her.

"Kara's not working two sections anymore," she said. "It looks like Samantha is working one of the adult sections and Kara is working the other. Would you still like to sit in Kara's section?"

The two men looked past the hostess at Sam, who was turning around to go start work. She heard them say, "No, we'll go ahead and sit in Samantha's section."

She smiled and went to check on her tables.

"Good evening. My name is Samantha," she said. "I'm helping out Kara this evening. Can I get you anything else? It looks like you guys are about done."

The man and woman smiled and nodded. "I think we are. Tell Kara that she's a great lookin' gal," the man said, grabbing a cowboy hat in the booth beside him.

"I sure will," Sam said, smiling as they filed out past. A busboy came out of seemingly nowhere and started clearing the table. Sam grabbed the bill and change and put it in her pocket to give to Kara.

The next couple of minutes, she went around the room checking on everything for all the guests. They all had their food and were eating and conversing quietly. She guessed that the cowboy that had left was the one that had bought Kara's top, or that it was one of the ones in the other room. She began to wonder if one room had bought her top and the other hadn't, would she put it on before going into the other room?

She shook her head and focused on the present, heading over to the table with the two newcomers.

"Good evening, Gentlemen," she said. "My name is Samantha and I'll be looking after you tonight. What can I get you guys to drink?"

Both men smiled and stared directly at her top, something she was relatively used to from working here. It was their credo to "Let them look," after all, and it was something she'd said to all the new people that came to eat when she was still working as a hostess. Tips were so much better as a waitress, though, so she didn't miss it at all. The hostesses tended to get a percentage of the total.

They both ordered beer and she went off to the bar to get their drink order in before returning to take their food order. She turned, seeing the hostess pass her section with a group of older men and frowned. They could be a really good source of tips, she knew. All she normally had to do was bend over the table or pretend to be interested in what they were saying. It was relatively easy money.

She focused on the two men in front of her and answered their questions as they asked about the food, then ordered something.

"Alright guys," she said, "I'll get these in and check on you in a bit." She made a few rounds after turning in the food order and then came back to the table with the two men. They smiled and looked up at her.

"I haven't seen you in this section," one of them said. "New?"

Sam shook her head. "I've been here about three months now," she answered. "I just don't normally get a chance to work here. Usually Kimber and Kara have it claimed."

The man smiled. She conversed for a minute or so, laughing extra at his jokes and smiling as they talked.

"I'll be back to check on you in a few," she said, smiling and winking. Turning, she saw the hostess bring in a group of guys, and she suddenly felt her stomach tie itself into a knot.

"Samantha?" Marley said. It was the guy she'd had History class with. She groaned internally, but waved nonetheless.

Behind him, Kev, Murphy, and another guy she didn't know, followed in behind their friend. She waved sweetly but kept swearing internally. This was all she needed, guys hitting on her at work. She realized after the thought entered her head that that was precisely what always happened, and that nothing had really changed, except that she would be seeing them in class three days a week.