“Really?” I ask in surprise.
It’s such a dangerous area of Los Angeles. I’ve never actually been there, but I’ve heard stories.
“Really,” he confirms with a nod. I drop it. It’s obvious by his short answer that he doesn’t want to talk about it.
Once we finish eating, I take the dishes to the sink and put the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow. I have enough left to last me for two more dinners.
Making my way back into the living room where Johnny is sitting on the sofa, I watch him for a moment. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, his eyes focused on the television.
When I sink down next to him, he turns his head slightly to look at me.
“Where do you work that you walk to your job?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.
“The bank down the street,” I say before I bite the inside of my cheek.
“A good girl, my princess,” he grins as his hand gently grasps my thigh. He slides it up the side of my leg until just under the hem of my shorts.
“Not that good,” I mumble.
“You smoke, drink, or whore around?”
“No,” I gasp when his hand slides up to grab a handful of my ass.
“A good girl, then,” he smiles.
I don’t bother responding. I simply lift one shoulder, unable to look away from his chocolate eyes. I press my thighs closer together, remembering how just a few hours ago his face was buried between them and how phenomenal his tongue felt there.
“I want my dick buried inside of you, but I’m fuckin’ beat, babe,” he mumbles as his eyes move to my lips.
“Okay,” I breathe.
“What time you gotta be to work?” he asks, his eyes watching my lips and not moving.
“Eight.”
“Fuck, that’s early,” he groans. “How about I come over Friday night?”
“Friday?” I ask, wondering if I can wait that long until my next orgasm.
“Yeah, Friday,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I sigh before biting the inside of my cheek.
“You need me before then?” he asks as his eyes connect with mine.
“Need you?” I reply, unable to speak more than a word or two at a time with his hand massaging my ass.
It feels so good, I’m about to beg him to fuck me immediately.
“To take care of you—to take care of that hungry cunt,” he announces.
My entire face heats no doubt turning bright red with my embarrassment. Johnny’s so blunt, so straightforward. I don’t know if I could get used to the way he talks to me.
Nobody, aside from maybe Willa, has every talked the way he does in front of me before. I shake my head as my response, even though I really want him to take care of me before Friday.
“I gotta get back to the clubhouse now or I’ll never leave,” he whispers as his hand moves from my ass to wrap around the side of my neck.
“Friday, then?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’ll be here Friday night sometime,” he offers with a grin. He then leans over and brushes his lips against mine.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss at all, but stands up and walks into the bedroom. A few minutes later, he comes back out with his shirt and vest on, his socks and boots in his hand.
I watch in silence as he quickly slides his socks on then laces his black boots up before he stands and faces me with his hand extended. I place my hand in his and he tugs me toward the door, stopping to face me before he opens it.
Johnny looks at me, stares at me, and it’s as if he can see right through me. Like he can see how he affects me and how badly I want him. He doesn’t smile or even smirk at the fact. Instead, he furrows his brow and a frown tugs on his lips before he speaks.
“Friday,” he announces as he opens the door and walks away from me.
I watch him jog down the stairs, staring at his back as he goes. He throws one leg over his bike and roars out of my parking lot without once looking back at me.
I feel empty inside. The giddy and excited feeling I had just moments ago is completely gone. I lock my door and close down my apartment, turning off all of the lights as I head toward my bedroom.
I slide between my sheets and lie down on my pillow, staring into the dark room that surrounds me.
What has just happened?
What did I just agree to?
I close my eyes tightly and try to stop the tears from flowing at the realization of what I’ve just become. I’m his booty call. Johnny has promised me nothing, absolutely nothing.
He showed up here out of the blue and I allowed him to do to me as he pleased, practically begged for more, and then I fed him and he left.
Now there’s an appointment for our next meeting. I wonder if he’ll stay the night, or fuck me and leave me again? Maybe he’ll hand me a little cash, since it’s obvious he’s going to use me.
I’m so stupid.
So incredibly stupid.
No wonder he came here. He knew I was a sure thing, and Friday he knows I’ll spread my legs for him again. Then, he’ll leave and I won’t say a word. I won’t fight him, because I’m young and dumb. So dumb.
I pick up my cell phone to call Willa, but realize that she wouldn’t understand my plight. She’s used to screwing guys a few times and then moving on. I’m not built that way.
At least, I don’t think that I am. As much as I thought I could have tonight with Johnny because I wanted him so badly, I can’t deny how excited I was at the prospect of more with him.
I’m that little girl with big dreams. I want it all. The house, the man, the kids and the dog.
Andy was right.
I need to find some white collar guy and settle. It doesn’t matter that I’ve dreamt of Johnny for three years. He’s going to tear me apart. He warned me, and yet I didn’t care. I have a feeling this is only the tip of the iceberg.
I already feel hollow and he hasn’t even been inside of me
yet.
DIRTY JOHNNY
I ride away from her apartment, from her figure standing barefoot and braless at her front door. Everything inside of me is screaming, clawing at me to go back to her—to fuck her into exhaustion and then to hold her tiny body against mine until the morning.
I lick my bottom lip as I drive closer toward Bonners Ferry and farther away from her. I can still taste traces of her sweet cunt, and it makes my cock hard, pressing uncomfortably against my zipper.
I pass the Devils Club strip club and almost pull into the parking lot, but quickly decide against it. There’s only one woman I want to see bared for me, and that’s not any of the girls at the Devils Club.
It’s Hattie.
Sweet fucking Hattie, with her pink blushing cheeks and her small tits. Her soft, long, light brown hair and her light green, doe eyes. She’s so fuckin’ small, I can easily see myself manipulating her body where and how I want her—teaching her what I like and how I like it.
She’s so eager to please me, willing to do whatever it is I want. I can’t deny that the concept is extremely exciting. Sure, the whores do what I say, but they have ulterior motives.
Hattie just wants to please me. She doesn’t want my brand, she doesn’t want to be an Old Lady, or want my protection.
She just wants me.
I pull into the clubhouse and park my bike. I’m tired and I need to sleep. I almost fell asleep at Hattie’s, but I knew I’d want to fuck her too badly, and she has work tomorrow. Now that I’m here, I drag my ass inside.
The bar is fairly empty, which is normal for a Monday evening. Everybody is recovering from the weekend. I try to slip into the hall without being noticed, but unfortunately, Serina catches me with a hand wrapped around my forearm.
“Hey, baby, been a few days. Do you need company tonight?” she asks, batting her heavily makeup-coated eyelashes at me.
“No,” I say, looking down at where she’s touching me, wishing she’d let me go.
“Miss you in my ass, Dirty,” she murmurs, pressing her tit agains
t my arm with a pout.
A vision passes of being buried in her ass, it makes me shiver. Regardless of how badly I want Hattie, I can’t deny that Serina’s ass is a nice place to play. She’s already broken in. She knows what I like and how I like it.
Although her pussy and ass have plans for me that will never come to fruition, it’s still fun to fuck her. Plus, she’s always willing to add another person or two, male or female.
“Not tonight, yeah?” I murmur, trying to keep my dick from going rock hard.
“How about I just give you some relief with my mouth, then?” she asks as she starts to kneel. I wrap my hands around her biceps and pull her up.
“Already had my dick sucked tonight, Serina,” I say with a shrug.
“By who?” she shrieks.
“None of your fuckin’ business,” I roar before I turn around and leave her standing in the hall.
Once I’m in my room, I lock the door behind me. I strip and get into my bed. It’s not nearly as nice as Hattie’s. The sheets are scratchy and there’s no fancy pillows or comforter.
Hattie’s room was girlie as fuck, but it fit her. I liked it. Granted, I don’t want a cheetah print bed ever in my house, but for her, living on her own—cute as fuck. Regardless of it being cute as fuck, it just proves her young age.
I feel like a pervert for wanting her the way I do, wanting to be her teacher, wanting her big doe-eyes looking at me like I’m her whole fucking world.
I wrap my hand around my hard cock and squeeze the head before I move down on my shaft. I think about Hattie on her knees; her big, green eyes looking up at me, and her little, perky tits waiting for my cum. I stroke myself to the memory of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock while I fucked her face.
Then my dick twitches in my hand and I come on my stomach as I remember how pretty her tits looked painted with my cum. I clean myself off and close my eyes, wishing I would have stayed with her, all the while trying to figure out how I’m going to stay away from her for the next four days.
Chapter Six
HATTIE
“What is your deal?” Willa asks as she follows me out of the bank on Thursday evening.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.
I know exactly what she’s talking about.
I’ve been ignoring her for the past three days. I’ve also been so pre-occupied with Johnny and whatever it is we have going on that I’ve been unable to concentrate on anything. I’ve even been making stupid little mistakes at work over and over again.
I haven’t heard a thing from him since he left on Monday night. Not that I expected to hear anything really, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to hear anything.
I feel so stupid.
He could be screwing a new girl every night and I’d never even know. Maybe that’s why he’s pursuing me, because I’m almost an hour away and would never know what he did when I wasn’t around.
“You’re on a different planet and you’re not yourself,” she comments as she follows beside me.
Typically, after Willa does something like she did last weekend, I would be cool toward her for a few days; but by now, we’d be back to besties. I’m tired of it all, though. I don’t want to be back to besties with her. She’s toxic.
“I’ve got stuff going on. I’m fine.”
“Oh, I see now,” she mutters. I look over to her with confusion. “That’s what’s got you all crazy in the head,” she says, jerking her head toward my apartment.
I look up and feel my eyes widen and my face heat at the same time. Johnny is leaning against the wall next to my front door. He’s wearing low slung, perfectly fit jeans with holes in the knees and thighs, a tight black shirt, with his motorcycle vest. He’s also got a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I can see the embers and the smoke rising in the night sky.
“Johnny,” I breathe.
“He’s going to eat you alive,” Willa says beside me.
“He already has,” I blush.
“Fuck, Hattie. He’s not a boy our age. He’s a man, and he’s not just any man, he’s a rough man. I’m all for having a good time, but a guy like him, he’s dangerous. I really don’t think you should be alone with him,” she murmurs, trying not to let her voice carry.
“I’ve been alone with him before. He’s fine,” I shrug.
“I’m not trying to be a bitch or anything, but maybe you should call Andy. I’m serious. He’s bad news. I mean, Robbie hangs with them sometimes, but even he’s not man enough to attempt to be a brother in their club,” Willa advises.
“I’ll be fine,” I murmur, taking a step toward my staircase and away from Willa.
“Think about this. You’re not the kind of girl he’s used to,” Willa urges, wrapping her hand around my bicep.
“That’s okay. He’s not the kind of guy I’m used to,” I say, refusing to look away from Johnny’s dark gaze.
“He’s going to use you and then toss you to the side,” she whispers.
I finally turn to her and cock my head to the side in confusion.
“Why are you all of a sudden so worried about me?” I ask.
She opens her mouth then closes it tightly, grinding her teeth together for a minute before she decides to speak.
“You’re not like me. When you like a guy, when you’re with a guy, he’s the only one for you. I don’t think you could handle being cheated on. You wouldn’t play around like me. You gonna fuck another girl when he asks you to, Hattie? Because he will ask you. The girl I was with is one of their whores. That guy up there is going to fuck whatever girl spreads her legs for him, probably a few at the same time,” she grins.
“So you’re saying that you’re better for him than me?” I ask.
“Well, yeah. You don’t know what you’re getting into. I think I should stay with you,” she snorts.
Immediately, I feel my hackles rise. I want to scratch her eyes out for even thinking about Johnny like that.
Then I realize that to some extent, she’s right. I remember the two naked girls that were in his room when he carried me in there. He definitely could and probably does get whatever girl at their parties that he wants.
Plus, Willa would be the exact girl I could picture him with. She’s rougher and sluttier than I am. She’s experienced in ways that I’m not.
Part of me wants to tell her to go for it.
If Johnny wants her, then by all means, she can take him. The other part of me wants to pull her hair and go full on girl-fight mode in the parking lot. My passive side wins out, but I don’t say anything. I shake her arm off of me and walk up the stairs to my door.
Willa follows right behind me. I don’t know what she’s thinking, or what she’s going to try. At this point, I don’t really care, either. I’m tired of her. I’m tired of her drama. I’m just plain tired from my own worries about Johnny.
“Hey, princess,” he murmurs as I get closer to him.
I watch as he throws his cigarette on the ground and grinds the embers out with the heel of his boot.
“Hey,” I say with little to no enthusiasm.
Each step I take, I think more and more that he and Willa probably would be perfect for each other.
“Hey, I’m Willa,” she says, dropping her voice and making it sound husky and sexy.
Johnny doesn’t say anything in response to her. Instead, he takes a step toward me and wraps his arm around my waist before he pulls me into his chest. I crash against his body, steadying myself with my hands on his torso before I look up into his eyes.
“Hey, princess,” he repeats before he brushes his lips against mine.
“Johnny,” I mutter, unable to look away from his eyes. He’s captured me.
I hear Willa huff behind me and I imagine she’s doing her best pouting—something she thinks is adorable; something that I think is obnoxious.
“Your girl is having issues back there,” Johnny whispers as his hand slides down to cup my ass before he lets me
go.
“Maybe we can all have dinner together?” Willa asks, puffing her chest out a bit.
She doesn’t need to; her breasts are plenty big enough all on their own.
“You the friend that ditched Hattie at the clubhouse?” Johnny asks from behind me.
“Not on purpose. We were just separated.” She coos her lie and it almost sounds convincing; that is, if you didn’t know her and her habits.
“Yeah, and you ain’t here poutin’ your lips, pushin’ your tits out lookin’ to try and get a piece of your girl’s man,” he laughs.
My eyes widen at his words and I turn around immediately to face him.
“My man?” I ask.
“Here a day early, babe. Couldn’t wait another minute to see you. Seems you’ve worked your way under my skin,” he mutters against my ear as he wraps his hands around my waist, resting them on my lower back.
“Or your dick just wants some pussy that isn’t diseased from your brothers,” Willa pipes up.
My entire face heats, no doubt turning bright red as I spin around in his arms to face her, shocked by her words.
“Jealous, bitch?” Johnny asks through a smile.
“What? Me jealous of Hattie? A girl who has the body of a prepubescent boy? Fuck, no. I can get whatever man I want. She hasn’t been laid since that last boyfriend she had about a year ago. I’m not sure she isn’t a lesbian,” she laughs.
A mixture of anger and embarrassment bubbles through my body.
“Get the fuck out of here, you dumb whore,” Johnny growls.
“No. Hattie, do you want me to leave?” she asks, as if I’m going to tell her to stay and kick Johnny out after she insulted me—to my face.
“Yes, I do,” I murmur.
“Seriously? You’re going to choose some guy you don’t even know over your best friend?” she squawks.
“I’m not choosing anybody over anyone. You just insulted me, to my face. I don’t care who’s standing behind me, I’d still ask you to leave,” I say, finally speaking up for myself where Willa is concerned.
“I always joke about your small tits, that’s nothing new. Why are you acting like it’s a big deal?” She has the audacity to ask me.
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