She gave me a sob story of the hardships new strippers faced and how they were fish in a shark tank with nobody to guide them to safety. She was smart... enough to appeal to my capitalistic nature. She explained how the new strippers made me next to no money, but the more experienced ones made good coin. If I got the new to the calibre of the old, we would all make more money. She pitched it like she was in a mentoring program.I just kept quiet and said nothing, even when she paused between each. 'I felt the same featherlike feeling through my body, felt my hand being moved towards the knife. "What the fuckin'... ? I mean shit what the... ?" Not surprisingly I was panicking a little as I could think of only one logical use for the knife.'Trust me! Surely the sexual delights, the sensual excesses of last night were proof enough of what I'm capable? I've warned you before and I'll warn you again little brother, if you leave everything to me you'll regret it. Not only that but you'll have. " She lit the spiff took and her chest lifted as she deeply inhaled. She then held passed the joint on to my Mom. I noticed my Mom's lips and how sensual they looked as she exhaled the smoke.Without speaking she handed me the joint and watched as I smoked. It felt odd smoking weed in front of my Mom, I was used to trying to hide it from her. The three of us finished that joint and and other one after it. The weed was strong and I'm not sure how much time passed but it felt like 20 minutes. We. I just didn't expect it. I mean, we're practically adults, there's no reason to judge someone for sleeping around or sleeping with a lot of guys or something..." I attempted to parrot Nicole, and somehow managed to put together a worse speech than Herman Cain. Great.Still, it appeared to satisfy her. "Really?" she beamed. "You think it's okay?"Whatever made her happy. "Yeah, totally. I didn't want to stop you when you were having sex with that other guy at the party. It looked like you two were.