by Angera Allen
Maze, who is looking beautiful as ever behind the bar, screams when she sees us. “My bitches, finally, you’re here.”
The men standing at the bar turn to look at who she’s talking to, giving us room once they take a look at us, probably hoping we’re single.
Maze lines up shots for all of us and once we all have a shot standing in a semi-circle facing the bar, Maze says, “Let’s party, biatches.” We all salute her. “Cheers, biatches.”
Gigi leans over the bar. “Sweetie, let me know if you need any help or need a break. Shy wanted me to let you know I can help if needed.”
Maze smiles. “Thank you, we might need some help. I’ve got two of our girls here from the White Wolf helping because once these ladies head upstairs to dance I’m going with them.”
Gigi nods, grabbing her drink Maze just handed her. I hear her say upstairs and I look up seeing the second story is lit up with a strobe light flashing. Music is playing downstairs, so you can’t really hear what is playing upstairs, but you can see the pole, so that must be the stage.
Everyone starts to converse with each other while I just stand here looking around at all the different people. It’s just so different from where I’m from. I’ve seen bikers at the bars before but never this many in one place. There must be over a hundred people here easily. Brody played in some biker bars before, but even then there wasn’t this many. I see people playing pool, darts and even some older men playing cards and dominos.
“Princess, there you are.” Ginger’s father, whose name is Wolfe and is the first original president of the Wolfeman, walks up hugging his daughter.
“Hi, Daddy,” Ginger says sweetly. While I just stand there and gawk at him. He’s seriously good looking. My mouth waters just looking him up and down. I can’t believe he’s her dad.
“The clubhouse is looking good. I was just telling Shy how much I like the new rooms. It’s coming along nicely,” he praises.
“Thanks. Shy wanted to make it kind of like how we have it back home but obviously being here we don’t have all the space like you do. We’re still figuring it out, but so far it’s turning out really nice.” She looks around admiring the clubhouse.
I look around at the décor and notice all the newly painted walls. I was so wasted the other night and in my own head stressed out about Brody I didn’t take in all my surroundings. Today we were working getting things ready in the kitchen that I didn’t really stop to admire everything.
Two men walk up behind him, and I swear my mouth drops open.
You have got to be fucking kidding me…
These men are easily six feet if not more and dangerously gorgeous. Damn, my aunt needs to come hang out around here, because these older men are, good God almighty, fine as fuck. I think I’ve been hanging out at the wrong bars in SoCal. Seriously, I thought LA was where all the beautiful people moved to, but since I’ve been here, there are mass amounts of hot men, like glorious bad boys, who make your panties wet.
I fan myself trying to keep my face from turning red. I lean back against the bar for support. All the ladies must know them because they all say hello getting a nod in reply. One of them grabs Sissy around the waist pulling her to his side saying something into her ear, making her flush pink.
The other man moves his eyes over me, checking me out before nodding my direction. “Who’s the cute shorty?” I flush instantly.
“She’s my best friend from SoCal. Her name’s Ruby,” Izzy explains.
I can’t speak, so I just wave with a corny smile.
“We call her Firecracker though,” Mac barks from behind the guys.
I stand up straighter pushing my shoulders back. “You can call me by my name Ruby though.” Extending my hand to the big guy with a smile.
“Shorty, if they’re calling you Firecracker, I’m sure it’s for a good reason, then that’s what we’ll be calling you.” He extends his hand engulfing my tiny one within his. “My name’s Cash.”
I look to his cut where I see his patch says Vice President. Mac hugs the ladies from the other chapter saying his hellos before standing in front of me.
“Hello, Firecracker. You’re looking fine as hell tonight.” Mac leans down to hug me like he did all the other girls and I hug him back.
“Hey, Mac.” I chuckle into his ear.
“Mac, you best get your hands off my girl before I remove them myself,” Quick yells from down the bar.
Mac squeezes me harder lifting me off the ground making me laugh. “Put me down, Mac.”
He chuckles. “I love getting under his skin,” he says, kissing my cheek.
Quick walks up, grabbing me around the waist, pulling me away from Mac. I look around, and everyone is laughing watching these two fools fight over me.
Ginger’s dad speaks up first, “Well, I can see these two fools haven’t changed, still fighting over pussy.” He chuckles.
“Well we have been sharing lately,” Mac replies to Ginger’s dad over his shoulder but not taking his eyes off Quick.
I’m sandwiched between the two men, and I can’t see Quick’s face to know if they’re fucking around or being serious.
“Not this one, we don’t,” Quick replies, dead serious.
Okay, I need to stop this bullshit, so I put my hands on Mac’s chest, pushing him back so I can move away from Quick. “For fuck’s sake. I’m no one’s bitch, so you both need to calm the fuck down.”
“Fuckin’ Firecracker, alright,” Cash bellows from behind Mac.
Izzy steps up next to me. “Alright fellas, leave my girl alone.”
Mac turns around with a shrug and laughs. Everyone begins chatting amongst themselves with more men showing up to our group. Shy, Gus, and Dallas have joined our little group. Quick still hasn’t said a word but has moved to a bar stool behind me. Izzy was swept away when Gus walked up. I just stand there watching everyone laugh and talk shit with each other.
Finishing my vodka tonic, I jingle the ice around using the straw to suck every last drop. I don’t want to turn around and face Quick just yet.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs next to my ear sending goosebumps down my body. “When I saw you in his arms…” He pauses letting out a deep breath against my neck. “Fuck, that dress. You look so fucking good - I saw red. I don’t want anyone touching you,” he explains apologetically.
I’m in shock he is apologizing to me. But fuck, it feels good.
I smile to myself, knowing he can’t see me and I love feeling wanted again. He makes me feel so alive and beautiful. Plus, after the men just fought over me, I’m feeling sexy and sassy.
I slowly turn around, reaching over his shoulder, I place my glass on the bar behind him. I purr next to his ear, “I may have fucked you, but remember no one owns me.”
Thank God Maze is the best bartender because she hands me another drink. I wink at her as I grab the glass over his shoulder. I lift the glass up to my mouth and use my tongue to guide the straw in, taking a big suck. Quick groans my name low and throaty. I smile, turning away from him and saunter away, leaving him speechless.
Izzy is right there, and I grab her elbow. “Show me the pole,” I say loud enough everyone can hear.
“Goddamn, Shorty knows how to dance too?” Cash bellows with a laugh.
Quick barks my name, but I keep walking toward the stairs that I didn’t know where there until a little bit ago. I hear all the men making comments when all the girls follow.
“Iz, you best behave. There are other clubs here,” Gus demands low, only letting us two hear his plea. He’s a prospect. If anyone gets out of hand, he can’t challenge anyone unless Shy says it’s okay. He has to stay quiet, only doing what Shy says he can do.
“I know. No one will touch either of us. I promise. Shy knows the rules, and he won’t let anyone near us,” Izzy tries to soothe him with a smile.
“Feck me,” Gus groans.
Chapter Eleven
The second story is full of big lounge chairs and couches that
line the walls of the room and a bunch of chairs around the stage. The stage is a fair size with the pole towards the back. Which is a good thing, so no one can reach up and grab us during our set.
One of the girls from Ginger’s dad’s club is dancing right now. Her name is Lolli, and she’s dancing to the song “Lollipop” by Lil Wayne. I start to laugh when I see she is actually sucking on a lollipop while doing some floor dancing. The men are all standing next to the stage, some throwing money while others whistle and make catcalls around her.
Our group moves to the back next to the bar. There’s an L shaped sectional with a few big lounge chairs. I stand to the side watching Lolli dance, moving toward the pole where she does her walk around, still with her lollipop dangling from her mouth.
The girls move to stand next to me, also watching Lolli. I sense Quick near me, but I don’t look around. Instead, I keep my eyes on Lolli. Before long, Quick, Dallas, and a few other guys walk passed us heading toward the bar. I smiled giving him a wink when he looks at me. I love this feeling of having power over someone. I’m usually always walking on eggshells or feeling shitty about myself. Brody would always put me down making himself feel better.
Fuck that! I deserve to feel good. I smile to myself, feeling that jolt of self-esteem come to life inside me.
“Girl, I hope you know what you’re doing. That man has never, and I mean never, settled for one woman. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with any woman twice. You have him acting like a schoolboy over here following you and shit,” Ginger states, chuckling in a low voice.
He makes me have all kinds of feels too.
Lifting my drink, taking another sip. “I told him this is just a weekend fling. I have too much shit on my plate to deal with a new man. I am still married, for fuck’s sake,” I reply mimicking her low voice so only us girls can hear.
Ginger shakes her head. “You must’ve never been with a biker before, because that man has his sights locked on you and it doesn’t look like anything is going to change that, so just don’t go fuck around with someone else. It will start a huge fight,” she warns me.
I look over at Izzy who has kept her mouth shut but smiles at me and I turn to Ginger. “I don’t want anyone else here. Don’t get me wrong” —I look around at all the men— “there are some hot motherfuckers here.” I turn back to Ginger with a smile. “ But I only have eyes for Quick.”
I hear Izzy thanking Jesus next to me while Ginger smiles big. “Good. I love Quick, and you two are cute together.”
Great, now they’re playing matchmaker.
Three performers, two stiff vodka tonics and numerous shots later, I’m itching to be on the stage. I already told Ginger the songs I wanted to dance to and told her to keep them to herself. Izzy doesn’t know what I have planned, but I know she will be down for whatever I do. I see the look in Izzy’s eyes too, and she loves dancing just as much as I do. It was always something for us to escape to, being able to just let ourselves go and feel the music. She does that when she DJs too, but my only escape is dancing.
“Rube, you ready to do this?” Izzy asks next to me. “Because you’re coming up.”
I look my best friend in the eyes and I smile, directing a wicked little smile at her. “I’m so totally ready. Just be prepared for the second song when I point to you.” I turn back to look at the performer. “Because you’ll be in the hot seat.”
Izzy squeals next to me. “This is going to be fun. I can’t contain myself it’s been so long.” She rubs her hands together excitedly.
Ginger heads over to the DJ booth and butterflies erupt in my stomach. The room’s at full capacity now with men standing around the room with a few in front of the stage. Quick hasn’t left his perch next to the bar except to hand me another drink and stealing a kiss here and there but he always returns to the bar. I’ve kept myself away from most of the men just standing in the back with Eva mostly while Izzy and Ginger bounce around with their men. Maze just got up here and informed me she has an hour before she must be back downstairs at the bar.
Everyone’s here, and I’m getting nervous. I haven’t performed in front of a crowd besides the girls at my aunt’s club or pole classes, in years. Brody always told me I couldn’t and that he didn’t like me acting like a whore. I called it dancing, but he thought of it as stripping.
Snap out of it. Don’t think of that fucker.
Needing some reassurance, I look over at Quick who’s laughing with the boys drinking whiskey. He glances over, and when our eyes meet he gets up and strides over finishing his drink.
Goddamn, he’s too good to be true.
I smile. Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking hot with his shaggy hair falling around his face. His white t-shirt snug against his chest with his cut hanging just perfect against him, showing off his enormous biceps. I run my hand through my wavy locks, licking my lips when my eyes finally reach his.
“Firecracker, you best quit eye fucking me before I take you around the corner and fuck you senseless,” he says, grabbing my waist, pulling me to him.
My body comes alive, wanting more of him, I reach my arms up locking them around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. His enraged cock pushes against his pants in protest.
“Sorry, you’re just so fuckin’ yummy,” I tease sexily, nipping his lower lip.
Quick moans my name, leaning down, he sucks my neck, tonguing up to suck my lobe. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle all these motherfuckers watching you dance. And, if you’re as good as Dallas says you are, I’m fucked.”
Hold up, one minute. What. The. Fuck.
I pull back, breaking our embrace. “What the fuck do you mean, as good as Dallas says? How the fuck does Dallas know how good I am?” I demand.
Quick smiles and before he can answer Ginger’s voice booms across the speakers.
“Alright. Alright. Alright…” Ginger sounds like Mathew McConaughey in the movie, “Magic Mike.”
“Let’s give it up for our girls from the West Virginia Chapter.” The crowd erupts when the four girls make their way around the stage. Two of them get snatched up by men throwing them over their shoulder, claiming them with a smack on the ass, which gets more catcalls and whistles from the crowd.
Ginger’s voice sounds again. “Okay, now we have a very special guest here, all the way from SoCal. She’s best friends with our girl, Legs. And, well, when we found out that she’s the reason our Legs knows how to dance we told her she had to dance for us. So, without further ado, please welcome Firecracker to the stage. Remember, club rules, do not touch the dancer at any time during her performance.”
I’m pissed at Quick for saying that about Dallas. I search the crowd for Dallas when I see him, our eyes connect, and he smiles big showing me his beautiful white teeth.
Mother. Fucker. But how?
I smile back and make my way to the stage ignoring Quick. Men move, letting me through the mass crowd with whistles, some have words of encouragement, and of course, you have the dirtballs talking shit, which I ignore.
I give Ginger a hug and take off my sweater, which gets more hoots and hollers. I rock my neck back and forth while stretching my arms and I wait for the beat to drop. I’ve chosen three songs that mean something to me about this weekend. The first one being “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry.
When the first song sounds through the speakers, everyone cries out with their approval. I move seductively around the pole doing a few walkarounds that lead into a few body spirals before I stop, landing in front of the pole, facing the crowd.
Going along with the song, I act like Aphrodite with some Madonna strike a pose moves as I lean back against the pole. I start to slide down into a crouched position spreading my legs wide, showing my lace covered pussy before sliding back up the pole. The men are hypnotized as I snap my hips side to side, extending my arms and snapping my fingers at each side my hip goes to.
I planned on doing a combination of a few really hard drops but need to get my bod
y warmed up with the smaller stuff. I look out to the crowd seeing the girls up at the front of the stage, and I smile. I do a couple of different styles of death drops from the top of the pole, and the crowd’s going berserk. My body is humming to the music, becoming one with the pole. Men think it’s about sex or being sexy but for me, it about technique, form, strength and overall precision. You must know the song and know when to execute your trick and know what body part goes where and ultimately what move is next.
To end the song, I move all the way to the top of the pole putting myself into an inverted climb locking my knees in a double knee brace. I lower my arms down positioning myself upside down. Hanging there, my tits almost pop out of my dress. I run my hands up and down my body, gripping my tits, I move my hands back up over my face into my hair before I drop, catching myself in a shoulder mount right before hitting the ground.
The room erupts in cheers as the next song mixes in and I lower my body down into the splits. “Don’t Cha” by The Pussy Cat Dolls, sounds throughout the room. I bend forward still in the split as I start to crawl toward the crowd, singing the song. Right when I’m next to the edge, I do a couple floor moves. As I’m bent over in front of them, I point to Izzy giving her the cue to head up. I lift my dress seductively until it reaches my head where I rip it off throwing it to the crowd, leaving me in nothing but my very tiny and very see-through matching lace panties and bra.
When I see Izzy standing by the pole, I saunter toward her with a smile. I grab the chair that Ginger had placed on stage moving it next to the pole. As I bend down, I unlock the pole so it can swivel. Most of Quick’s chapter members have moved to the stage, placing themselves in the front row. I dance around placing myself behind Izzy and begin to touch her body. I tease her dress up slowly, feeling her body all the way up, ripping it off over her head, tossing it to the crowd hitting Gus in the face. He smiles giving me the ‘you better behave’ look.
