It was a Saturday night when a group of those rich men dressed in expensive golf shirts and khaki shorts walked into the Dollhouse while I worked the bar with Chasidy. The men ordered a round of beers and whiskey shots. Jasmine was dancing on stage and around the pole. She was a very petite Vietnamese girl with small breasts who fit into a pair of size one jeans. The golfers were having a good time sliding bills into Jasmine’s G-string, whistling and clapping, as she performed on the pole. Lacey was next to step on the stage. Her body was toned and lean, and I loved to watch her perform on the pole. That night she wore her white, thigh-high stripper boots and hot pink pasties on her nipples. She danced to the song “Pony” by Ginuwine, while gracefully performing back hook spins, boomerang, and cradle spins.
I slid a beer across the bar to a customer when the table of golfers erupted with drunken laughter. I looked up to see Lacey snatching up her dress and rushing off the stage to the dressing room behind the black velvet curtains.
Chasidy stood beside me and saw what happened too. She shook her head. “Those suit and tie assholes probably said something cruel about her braces.”
“They’re lucky to sit there and watch a gorgeous woman like Lacey perform for them,” I replied when Lacey walked up to the bar. She wore a bright orange skintight minidress, and her nipples poked through the thin material. She sat on the stool in front of Chasidy and me.
“Can you pour me a screwdriver, Dani?” she asked me.
I smiled and placed my hand on top of hers with long nails painted with white polish. “Of course, babe. It’s on the house.”
I made the drink with a mix of orange juice and vodka. When I handed it to Lacy, I leaned across the bar. “Did those assholes say something shitty to you?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “The one in the pink button-down shirt told me to get off the stage. He said my ugly grill was blinding them.”
I handed her a bar napkin when she began to cry. I looked over at the table and saw the man in the pink shirt. He looked older than the other men—in his late fifties—with a booming laugh and loud voice.
Just then, Roadkill entered the Dollhouse. His eyes steered right to Lacey as she wiped her tears and sipped on the screwdriver. He was there in the next second, standing next to her. He towered over Lacey, and I could see his jaw twitch when he spoke to her in a deep gruff voice. “Did someone hurt you?”
Lacey began to cry again, sniffling into the napkin.
My mouth curved up into a smile. “Yeah, Roadkill.”
His eyes pivoted to me.
I nodded my head toward the front of the stage where the men sat. “That sharp-dressed man in pink over there just said something really shitty to Lacey. Her feelings are hurt.”
The three of us watched as Roadkill charged over to the table with quick strides. He reached down and gripped the man in the pink shirt by the throat and started punching him over and over in the face with quick jabs. The other men jumped out of their chairs, and the table and beer bottles fell, crashing on the floor. One of the younger men jumped on Roadkill’s back and tried to pull him off the pink-shirt man.
“There’s five of them against Roadkill! They’ll hurt him!” Lacey cried out.
I wasn’t the least bit worried about Roadkill because he could’ve killed all of them if he really wanted to.
The prospect, Teddy, came over and joined the fight with Roadkill, taking down the man who jumped on Roadkill’s back. By then, pink-shirt man’s face was a bloody mess when all the men headed toward the door. That’s when Heavy and Wrecker walked in.
Heavy looked over at the broken chairs and broken beer bottles near the front stage. He crossed his tatted arms across his chest and shook his head while Wrecker chuckled. “Pull out the wallets, assholes. Hand over all your cash, plus one credit card to my fine-as-fuck bartender Dani over here. She’ll make sure to leave my dancers and servers a nice big tip too.”
The men groaned as they pulled out wallets from their khakis when Heavy called out to me, “Charge a grand to each card, darlin’.”
I came from around the bar, and each of them handed me wads of cash and credit cards. I placed some of the cash in the register and handed some to Chasidy. I keyed in a thousand dollars from each credit card, then gave them back to the men.
“You white-collar cunts made a huge mistake coming into my club and trashin’ it all up. You’re lucky to be walking out alive. Don’t ever come back or set foot in Royal Bastards territory, or your bitch wives will become widows.”
Roadkill came over to my side of the bar and grabbed a clean rag to wipe the blood off his knuckles. Lacey jumped off the barstool and walked over to him. Even though she wore high-heeled boots, she looked so tiny standing in front of him. She hesitated for a moment, then reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thanks, Roadkill.”
He placed his big hands on her waist, bending down a little.
“Just hate seein’ you cry,” he grumbled as his long beard brushed along her bare shoulder.
I went over to start cleaning up the mess the assholes left behind when Heavy snared me around my waist. I knew he liked the leopard print booty shorts I wore with half my ass cheeks hanging out of them.
He gave my ass one hard smack, then sat down into a chair, planting me on his lap. He was all smiles when I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Do you really need to spank my ass that hard?!”
He snaked his hand up underneath my leg and reached my ass, rubbing it. “Sorry, darlin’. I’ll kiss it and make it feel better.”
I arched a brow. “Something’s not right. You never apologize.”
He chuckled as he squeezed my thigh. “You and Chasidy can close the Dollhouse early tonight. We’re throwing a party over at the clubhouse.”
Thirty minutes later, Chasidy locked the front doors of the Dollhouse, and I climbed on the back of Heavy’s bike. Roadkill pulled out a helmet from his saddlebag for Lacey, and she climbed on his bike. We rode in a tight group to the clubhouse. Hard rock music blared from the jukebox as bottle caps were twisted off beers, shots of whiskey and tequila were passed around, along with lit joints. Heavy and Wrecker, plus a few other Royal Bastards, sat on the couches smoking joints and drinking beers. I sat on Heavy’s lap, taking a hit off the joint he held. Wrecker had the petite Jasmine on his lap. She giggled, as she combed her small fingers through his dark beard, chatting away in her choppy Vietnamese accent.
Lacey sat next to Roadkill at the bar. She seemed to be doing all the talking, emphasizing with a wave of her long-manicured nails. Roadkill just sat there, straight lipped with no emotion, and listened to every word that came out of her mouth.
Heavy’s dark gray eyes were glassy as he smirked, pulling me closer. When we kissed, I swiveled my hips, and my ass pressed down on his lap. I felt his big dick hardening as his tongue pushed through my lips, and I moaned. All of a sudden, he pulled away and lifted me off his lap. He grabbed my hips, spinning me around to face the bar and smacked me really hard on the ass again.
“Ow! Damnit, Heavy! I’m gonna have bruises all over my ass again!”
He chuckled. “Good way to mark you as mine, Tadpole. Now go get me another beer.”
I huffed, arching my brow at him. It was so weird to hear him call me that after seven long years. I walked over to Chasidy, who was helping out behind the bar, and she handed me a cold bottle of beer. When I turned to walk back to Heavy, he was standing from the couch and holding a black leather vest with three patches sewn on the back that read:
Property of Heavy
I dropped the beer bottle, and it shattered on the cement floor.
Someone turned off the jukebox.
Wrecker lifted Jasmine off his lap and stood. “Shut the fuck up, all you filthy Royal Bastards! Your Prez’s got something to say to Dani!”
Heavy still had that devilish smirk on his face as he sauntered toward me with the vest. “Dani Storm, will you wear this cut and be my ol’ lady?”
I slapped m
y hands over my mouth, and tears welled up in my eyes. “Yes, Heavy. I’ll be your ol’ lady and wear this cut with pride.”
Heavy turned the vest around, and I put it on. I twirled around in a circle as all the Royal Bastards clapped, hooted, and whistled.
I jumped into Heavy’s arms, wrapping my thighs around his waist and kissed him.
I heard Wrecker’s booming voice again. “Now, everyone clear outta here! The prez and his ol’ lady need to consummate this unholy union and fuck their brains out in the clubhouse!”
I let go of Heavy and turned around to receive hugs from Lacey, Jasmine, and Chasidy, along with a few of the other ol’ ladies. Heavy received hugs and slaps on his back from his club brothers. Everyone climbed on their bikes and revved their throttle. They burned rubber off their back tires, leaving behind plumes of smoke and skid marks on the cement floor.
My booty shorts were soaked through, anticipating the moment I’d have Heavy’s huge cock inside me. But then I smiled and took his hand. “Come with me. There’s something I’ve never done but always wanted to try.”
I led him over to the pool tables, where I stood with my back against one of them. I slid the booty shorts down my legs and placed them on the table. Heavy bit his bottom lip as his eyes roamed down my body, then straight to my bare pussy and my legs in thigh-high black boots.
I wrapped my arms around Heavy’s shoulders. “Put me on the table.”
“I’m likin’ this already,” he said as he gripped my waist and lifted me onto the table.
I was on my knees while I shrugged off my new properties cut and laid it over the edge of the pool table for some extra padding. I laid down on my back, then hung my shoulders and head off the side.
Heavy’s brows shot up, and I watched him step up to my face as he unzipped his jeans. My mouth watered when he pulled out and showed me his hard, thick cock.
“Are you okay upside down like that, Dani?” His voice was laced with concern.
“Yes. I can take more of you in my mouth this way.” I reached out, grabbing the back of his thighs and pulled him to me.
I opened my mouth as Heavy guided the thick head in first, then slowly slid more and more in. My throat was open wider to take more of him as I sucked. He planted his hands on the table, leaning in just a bit more. While I sucked his cock, he moaned and slid two thick fingers into my wet pussy. He was gentle, only giving me as much of him that I could take down my throat.
He pulled out of my wet mouth, and he stepped back. “Turn around and bring that tight wet pussy over here,” he demanded.
I sat up, turned around, and laid back down on the table. I gripped the edge of the pool table and spread my thighs for him. He leaned down, kissing me as he thrust himself all the way inside my wet softness. His tongue licked along my neck as his hands tangled in my hair. I wrapped my arms around him, lifting my hips to meet his.
He looked at me with hooded eyes full of desire. “I love you, Dani.”
I cried out with pleasure and desire when I heard Heavy say those words, enjoying the sensations as he exploded deep inside me.
CHAPTER 16
HEAVY
I liked the way Dani looked wearing my properties, and I was really proud of her. She held the highest rank among the other ol’ ladies in the club. As the weeks went by, Dani proved herself working days and sometimes late into the night at the Dollhouse. She helped Chasidy manage things at the bar, and when Wrecker fired one of the dancers with a bad meth habit, Dani put out a job ad, and we hired two new girls. She even talked Lacey into giving the girls some pole dancing lessons when the club was closed for business.
Kane Legend sent me his director’s cut of the porn film with Roxi and Sledge. Hammered was the title we gave it. It was produced under Royal Bastards Video, and the DC chapter wired the money to Kane. We slapped some still shots of Roxi and Sledge on a DVD box cover and sold the mass market to porn and sex toy shops all over the country. It was also uploaded to several popular internet porn sites with pay-to-watch subscriptions.
One night a few weeks after the clubhouse party, Dani came home from working a double shift at the Dollhouse. I wanted to fuck her when she climbed into bed, but she wasn’t in the mood—acting all cranky. She told me she had period cramps then rolled over to go to sleep. I pulled her up against my chest, feeling her soft ass against my dick and fell asleep with her.
The next night I was at the clubhouse shooting pool with Wrecker while I waited for Dani to get off work and drive there in my truck.
When Wrecker racked another game of pool and I took my shot to break, in walked Bambi. She wore cut-off jean shorts with half her big ass hanging out as she strutted over to me.
“Hey, Heavy, how’s it hangin’?” she asked, batting her fake lashes at me.
I titled my beer for a drink and watched Wrecker make his first shot at the table. “Don’t fuck up my pool game, Bambi. Go twerk your ass over to Roadkill.”
Bambi turned to look at Roadkill sitting alone on a stool drinking beer while he used a switchblade to carve something into the wood of the bar.
“He’s a little freaky and kinda scares me,” she said, while she pouted. Then she made the mistake of moving way too close to me. She rubbed her tits that bulged out of her tank along my arm. “Just because you got an ol’ lady now doesn’t mean you can’t dip that big cock into my ass.”
That’s when I saw Dani come storming in through the bay door of the clubhouse. Bambi snaked her hand down to my crotch. I shook my head and said, “My ol’ lady is going to kick your big ass,” when Dani grabbed a fistful of Bambi’s dark hair, “right about now.”
Bambi screamed when Dani pulled her hair and tossed her against the wall. Wrecker started laughing, and my brother Bagger hollered, “Catfight!” hoping he’d see tits popping out of torn shirts.
Dani smashed her fist into Bambi’s nose, then pounced on her like a wildcat, digging her nails down the side of her face.
“Get her off me!” Bambi screamed.
I snatched Dani around the waist, pulling her away.
Bambi staggered a bit, and her nose bled.
“Let me go, Heavy!” Dani shouted.
I kept a firm grip around her waist. “Don’t kill her, Dani. I’m not in the mood to dig a hole and bury the dumb bitch.”
I let Dani take in a few deep breaths before I released her. But she twisted her fists into the front of Bambi’s skimpy tank top. “If you ever touch or even look at my ol’ man again, I’ll get Roadkill to cut your fucking tits off!”
Dani suddenly let her go and stepped back. She put her hands to her stomach, then threw up what she ate for lunch all over Bambi’s face.
Dani’s eyes went wide and slapped a hand over her mouth. I followed close behind as she ran out the bay door. I saw her bent over and hurling again.
“Did you get fucked up at the Dollhouse?” I asked when I caught up to her.
She rose up and spun around. “No! I can’t drink, you dumbass! I’m fucking pregnant!”
That p-word just didn’t register to my brain. “What?”
“I’m pregnant, Hendrix! And yes, it’s yours!” She started to pace back and forth, combing her hands through her dark hair and mumbling. “I missed a day and forgot to take my birth control pills. My period is late. I took one of those piss-on-a-stick tests at the Dollhouse today. Those things are pretty accurate.”
“You’re gonna have a baby? My baby?” I asked, feeling my buzz wearing off.
She stopped pacing, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “Yes.”
I wrapped my arms around her legs and lifted her up. She stopped crying and started to giggle when I twirled her around. “That’s the coolest fucking thing you’ve ever told me, Dani Storm, other than saying you love me.”
“I do love you, Hendrix. I’m so happy that you’re happy about this.”
I put her back down, pulling her into my arms and kissed her.
“Holy shit! Your tits are gonna get fucking huge!
” I teased.
She huffed. “My huge tits will be full to feed the baby, so keep your hands off them!”
CHAPTER 17
DANI
Lacey gave me the number to her doctor, Dr. Cheryl Heller, and I called her to make an appointment and scheduled the date to have my first sonogram in three weeks. Heavy’s Royal Bastard brothers congratulated him when he announced that we were having a baby. Lacey, Chasidy, and the girls at the Dollhouse were ecstatic, and with the help of the club’s ol’ ladies, plans were already in the works to throw me a baby shower. The Royal Bastards MC and the Dollhouse girls became my new family.
When I told Heavy that we’d be able to find out the sex of the baby, I could see how it made him worry when he’d stare off and brood sometimes. He told me he could handle having a boy and wanting to teach him to be a better man than he ever was. But Heavy was the president of an outlaw MC and having a daughter scared him more than anything he’d ever seen or lived through. That familiar dark side of him came out when he told me, “If a boy even looks at my daughter sideways, I’ll scare him so bad he’ll run home shitting in his fucking pants!”
The past few weeks were hard on me physically, though. I woke up nauseous before sunrise, running into the bathroom to puke my guts out. Then I’d climb back in bed and snuggle up next to Heavy’s warm body. He did little things that I thought were sweet, like lay his big hand on my stomach and tell me he hoped the baby will have the same color eyes as mine.
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