by Brair Lake
“Not your sort, Bastian.” TJ holds his hands over in front of him. “She’s got a set of these. That makes her your sort.”
Day chuckles as he stands and cups his dick. “And a pussy.” There’s another rap at the door and I open it. Linc walks in first and the next couple of minutes are spent in greeting each other. Twiggy comes over. His smile wide, almost splitting his face.
“This is from Sugar Jay.” He cups my face, squeezing my cheeks in his large hands and kisses me on the mouth. Then he’s moving away as he slaps me on the back. “And this.” From his rucksack, he withdraws and passes me a framed photo of Charlie, my nephew.
“Sundance still taking care of her?”
Twiggy nods. “When she lets him.”
“When this crap is over. I’ll go for a visit. I haven’t seen Charlie for a while.”
“Are you taking Eve with you.”.
I look over at Day. Yeah, the man sees too much and I nod. “They’ve got to meet sometime.”
“Ladies as much as I like to listen to your love lives. Let’s get this meeting over with.”
Day slaps Inferno on the back. “Sure. Because you wouldn’t be in a hurry to get back to Baby Blu, would you?”
Inferno chuckles as he settles on a set of chests of drawers and accepts the beer Day offers him. “Not me. It’s that lug over there. Cassie has him wrapped around her fingers.”
“Think you have that wrong, Inferno. She’s the one wrapped around my cock.” Linc winks at Inferno as he takes a drink of his own beer.
“Ladies we’re not here to talk women. No matter how much I love them.” Oyster flashes his own smile. “Let’s get down to business. Then we can get to our beds.”
The meeting with Inferno and his crew lasts well into the night. Day and the others slept on the floor of my hotel room. I wasn’t giving my bed up for no one and it was late morning before Devil’s Comforts and Oyster left.
The Diner we ride up to is deserted and it doesn’t take long for us to find an empty table. The waitress swiftly serves us our coffee and the breakfast special.
“Are you serious about the mole being Devil’s Comfort.”
I glance at Day, and nod. “Yeah. It shouldn’t take long for Twiggy and Oyster to flush out whoever it is.”
“Are you sure you just don’t want Oyster out of the way while his Mama cozies up with Bernie.”
Like I said TJ doesn’t miss a thing and I shake my head. “Nutmeg is supposed to be getting cozy with Bernie. Not Ma Keys.”
“She is. It’s just that a couple of times I’ve seen Ma Keyes with Bernie. It might be nothing.” TJ drops his fork onto his plate as he leans back. “Maybe we should keep Oyster in Comfort Springs for a while.”
I look up at Day, his gaze is on the window. The furrow meeting over the bridge of his nose. Oyster is a good mediator. It was this that got him the role of General. He is slow to boil, but when he does. It’s every man for himself. “He can go to Burntwood. Drop in on Sugar-Jay. Check she’s okay.”
Day nods. “Yeah. I need Trax’s to run a little business for me.”
TJ nods as he rises from his seat and drops some bills onto the table. “I’ll sort it when we return to Noir Valley.”
Day rises from his seat. His gaze on me as I remain seated. “Bastian.”
“I’ll meet you outside.” Day nods and I watch as he and TJ leave the Diner. Business was completed, and now we were miles away from the motel and Devil’s Comfort, I slip the burner from my pocket and key in Eve’s number. With one last swallow of my coffee, I leave the diner without making the call. I’ll be back in Noir Valley soon, then I’ll have all night to talk to Eve.
The ride back to Noir Valley goes without a hitch and as we pull into the yard of Demons Lair, I relax on my bike seat and smile at the sun as I remove my helmet. My smile slips as Alex comes out to greet Day. Leon is behind him and it’s as I look around, I notice there are no staff cars. My easy manner slips as I scowl at the Bikers. “What the fuck’s going on.”
“The casino and the boat were raided last night.”
“What.” I turn to TJ, sure I had misheard what he said.
“Yep. Jono’s pulling string. Shit, we don’t know whose or how.”
I stare at TJ. “When did you find out.”
“Day got the call just as we left the Diner this morning.”
“Fuck,”
“Yeah... Thank fuck the boat was clean.”
I glance over to the boat. She’s quiet. She’s never this quiet. This means another meeting. My fingers burn as they itch. I need to talk to Eve. To hear her voice. But this trouble with Jono is putting my life and that call on hold and I don’t like it. “Did Hank call.”
Leon strolls down the gangplank. “It was the State Troopers”
I watch Leon as he joins us. “Has anyone talked to Hank.”
Leon shakes his head. “Kit’s trying to arrange a meeting with him.”
“What’s the point of paying for a service. Then not getting it.”
Leon nods towards Demon’s Lair. “Let’s go inside to talk about this, Bastian. I’m sure Hank will have an explanation.
It’s two days since we arrived in Noir Valley after our road trip and that’s how long we’ve been on lockdown. Listening to Eve’s messages has teased my libido as I acknowledged how much I miss her. Now lockdown is finally over. Not that it’s eased the tension in me. Usually when I get like this, I’ll have a fuck fest with a few of the club’s whores. Instead, I’m pacing my small cabin like a caged bear. It’s five days since I spoke to Eve. It’s going to be a while longer before I see her. Shit, this isn’t me. With one last look at the cellphone I throw it on the bed and head for the shower. When I return it to the cabin, Alex is sitting on the bed flipping through an old motorcycle magazine. “Make yourself at home.”
He drops the magazine on the bed as he looks up at me. “I wasn’t sure how long you were going to be.”
“But you thought you’d wait anyway.”
“We’re men. What can you be doing in the shower apart from washing?”
I throw the towel I was using to dry my hair at the Biker. “Those showers are crap for anything but washing.”
“If you weren’t such a big galoot with a large appetite. You wouldn’t be saying that.”
“I’m sure you didn’t come here to talk about my sex life. Or lack felt it.”
“Yeah. Day’s had a call from Hank. It’s back to business and you’re on duty tonight. See you later.
Then he’s gone. I can still hear his laughter as I pick my cellphone. Duty or not I have a call to make. The phone rings several times before Eve answers and it’s only when I hear her sweet voice, I let go of the breath I’m holding.
“Shit, Bastian you’re scaring me.”
“There’s nothing to be worried about.”
“No.”
“No. What are you doing?”
“Working. I want to get as much of the project cleared before I head for New Orleans.”
“We’ll have dinner when you get back.”
Since Eve returned to Washington, I’ve returned to staying at Demon’s Lair. The house is too silent without her there, and as I’m working with Hank, trying to resolve the issue with the authorities, the only reason to return to the house would be to sleep. It was easier and more convenient to slip to my cabin and sleep for a couple of hours than ride over to an empty house. As my gaze sweeps the casino I spot Nutmeg as she walks into the room. Twenty-one with an air of innocence I know is false. She’d come looking for a job when she first arrived in Noir Valley eight months ago. My smile deepens as I recall the interview between her, TJ and myself. I shake the memory away. Tonight, is not the time to reminisce. There’s business to be done and bringing my mind into focus, I watch Nutmeg make her way to the private room where Bernie James is playing cards. My gaze lingers on her ass as she sashays across the room. Her hair is neither red nor blonde and that’s how she ended up with the moniker Nutmeg.
I lick the roof of my mouth at her remembered taste. Just like the nutmeg spice, there’s a slight sweetness to her. An hour later I watch her leave the room. Her arm linked through Bernie’s and I follow them out of the casino and down two flights of stairs until we reach the cabins which are used for extra circulative activities. I watch as they slip into one of the cabins, then I slip into the cabin next door and join TJ, who is sitting behind a monitor.
TJ glances over at me and smiles as I settle into the chair beside him. My gaze shifts to the monitor. Nutmeg has switched the music player on. She sways to the music as Bernie lies on the bed. “Bastian. I can do this on my own.”
I smile as I watch Nutmeg. She’s teasing Bernie as she strips her clothes off. Her striptease has more panache than the one Eve gave me, but given the choice, I know who I would ask for a repeat performance. “I need to know your minds on the game. Not that you’re getting your rocks off.”
TJ chuckles. “All work, Bastian. When’s Eve coming back?”
“After we return from our run.” I turn my gaze back to the monitor. “Are you getting this from all angles. We need his face so he can’t wiggle out of it.”
“Stop fussing, Bastian. There are several cameras in there.” TJ sniggers. “All positions are well covered.”
As I watch the monitor, TJ’s gaze is focused on me and I turn to him. “Are you happy, Bastian.”
My frown deepens as I watch TJ. He’ll be thirty on his next birthday. “Sure. Why shouldn’t I be?”
“No reason, I guess. What about Eve?”
“What about her.”
TJ’s gaze went to the monitor. Nutmeg’s straddling Bernie. Her neck is arched back as she fucks him. It has taken three weeks of careful seduction. Three weeks of careful grooming as we encouraged Bernie to search out and become hooked on Nutmeg, and to fuck her on Demon’s Lair. Usually he books a hotel room where he’s guaranteed anonymity. “You’re here watching Nutmeg, instead of picking Flash or one of the other whores to fuck.”
“You think I’m going soft.”
TJ smiles. “No. I think like Leon. You’ve hit gold.”
“I have, haven’t I.” I rise from my seat, take one last glance at the monitor. Watching Nutmeg fuck Bernie has my cock twitching, but the blood does not pound through my body in the same way it does when I see Eve naked. With a nod at the screen, I turn to TJ. “There’s no harm in me watching.” Then I leave the room.
A slight hum runs through my body, and instead of returning to the casino, I head for my cabin. On the floor are a couple of motorcycle magazines and a dirty pair of jeans, I pick the magazines up, and throw them on the wooden chair in the corner, and stuff the jeans in a duffle bag along with some other dirty washing. Tomorrow, as I check on Poppy, I’ll take them to the house and wash them. My body is too tense to sleep, leaving me too restless to return to the casino or to the club’s private saloon. There is only one person I want to talk to. I grab my cellphone out of my pocket and video call Eve. She answers after the third ring. “I haven’t caught you at a bad time have I.” Her dark hair is free and hangs around her face in loose waves and the red lipstick calls out to my dick.
“No. I’ve just got back after dinner with Oliver and Sylvia.”
“Go anywhere nice.”
Eve shakes her head, her smile slipping slightly. “No. Just to one of Oliver’s usual haunts.”
“Everything going okay there.”
Eve nods, her smile is back in place. “Yeah. I miss you, Bastian.”
“Yeah, I miss you too. Are you busy?”
“What now. No. I was about to go to bed.”
An image of Eve naked flashes before me and I settle onto the bed. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“Bastian.”
“Be daring, Eve. Take me to your bedroom and strip for me.” Nutmeg’s teasing dance from earlier had put a little life into my cock. I could have masturbated with Eve’s image in my head. This way, I get to watch Eve.
“Bastian.” Eve glances into the phone, then she looks around her room. The room tilts as she stands, and a swirl of lines passes me as Eve takes me into the bedroom.
“Eve.”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless and floats over the pale hairs on my arms.
“Place your phone so I have a good view of you on your bed.”
The room tips once more as it goes blank, Then I see the light gray of her quilt and a pillow at the other end of the bed. Eve climbs onto the bed and I get my first proper view of the black dress she is wearing, and curse. The material is made of jersey and clings to every one of her curves. Eve had gone out dressed like that, and I hadn’t been the one to show her off. It had been her boss. I blink and bit back my moan. I would have liked to have watched Eve in her dress for a little longer, but I have other needs which need attending to and with a moan, I blink. “Take the dress off, Eve.”
Eve looks into the phone. As she pouts, blood rushes to my cock. In one swipe, she has the dress off and is naked. Fuck, where was her underwear. My moan turns into a growl and my fingers burn as I remember the soft silky touch of her flesh. “Bastian. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I’ve found the catch to my zipper and pull it down. My cock is hard, hot and heavy in my hand. “Kneel on the bed, Eve.” Eve does as I ask, and her tits swing in front of the cellphone’s screen. My fingers tighten around my cock as I imagine it cradled in the flesh of her tits. “Shit, Eve. I need you here. In Noir Valley.”
“I’ll be back soon.”
“I know.” My fingers grasp my shaft tighter. “Lie back, Eve. Spread your legs and let me see your pussy.”
Eve’s giggle reaches and teases my ears as I watch her lie on the bed. “You’re right, Bastian. I do need to return to Noir Valley.”
“Because you’re missing me.”
“No. Because you’ve more finesse in person than over the phone.”
The blood throbs through my cock as I stroke it. My hand slides up and down over the veins as I thrust into my grasp. “Shut up, Eve and play with your pussy.”
I watch Eve as she spreads her thighs, her legs bent at the knees as she slips her fingers in between her pussy lips and I bite my lips to keep my groan at bay. “Like I said, Bastian. You’ve more finesse in person.”
I smile as I pump my shaft, watching Eve as she teases the flesh of her pussy. “Tell me you’re not enjoying yourself.”
“Tell me you wouldn’t enjoy it more if I was with you. Your cock coming in my mouth as I suck you.”
“Fuck you, Eve.” With one last gasp, my hips thrust into my hand and cum leaks all over my fingers. As my breathing returns to normal. I watch Eve slip two fingers into her pussy and thrusts against them. Her body twists, her moans are low. Her thighs clench and I watch her body shudder as she climaxes. For several moments, Eve stares at the ceiling and I stare at her breasts as her body heaves. My own breathing steadies and I glance at my watch. Shit. “I have to go, Eve,”
Eve continues to stare at the ceiling. Her soft chuckle fills the room. “Love them and leave them, Bastion.” Her laughter is still ringing in my head as I stroll to the deck above.
I find Day in the club’s office and as I enter the room I spot TJ in one of the chairs. On the table is a DVD in a clear plastic cover and I nod at it. “Is that it.”
TJ nods, and as I settle into one of the two vacant chairs there is a knock at the door. Kit walks in with Bernie. Bernie is in his late fifties and is a man who prides himself on his looks and physical shape. His hair is gray, the sides shorn close to his scalp while the top is moussed up. His brown eyes are sharp as his gaze sweeps the room. He hesitates, but only briefly as he enters the room and with a nod at Day, he seats himself in the only vacant chair, the one in front of the desk. Kit closes the door and leans against it. Bernie glances at Day, his politician smile in place as he reaches up to his inside pocket. I watch as he withdraws his check book. “Guess it’s time to pay my marker.”
Day smiles as he s
hakes his head. “No.” He reaches for the sliver disc and tosses it to TJ, who rises from his seat and places it in the DVD player, then switches the television on. “We have a present for you, Bernie.”
Bernie tugs at his collar as he turns his gaze to the screen. His eyes round like saucers and he groans. Bernie is a single man and doesn’t have a wife he needs to hide his discretions from. He is, however, a public figure and has been for thirty years. As popular as the man is, there is an election coming up and he still needs a clean image to pass off to the people of Noir Valley. “What do you want, Day.”
Day smiles as he reaches for another disc on the table. “Here’s a copy for you to enjoy at your leisure.” He then leans back in his chair. “What I want, is for you to remedy this mess out with the authorities. No more raids on my boat.” He tilts his head to the television; Nutmeg’s moans are growing louder. I glance over and see Bernie is ass deep in the whore. “If not. This goes on the internet. Several times over.” Day’s smile deepens. “You know it’ll spread like a virus.” Day rises and holds his hand out to Bernie, who rises as he buttons the top button on his jacket. “I’ll clear your marker this time and withhold the recording. You call in what ever markers need calling in and no-one else gets to see what a naughty boy you’ve been. Deal.”
Bernie glances at the television. His cock is in Nutmeg’s mouth and his face is full on on the screen. His pleasure revealed for all to see. Bernie nods and holds his hand out. “You’ll have no more trouble, Day.”
The door closes behind Bernie, and Kit sits in the chair he has just vacated. I keep my gaze on the door. Then I turn my gaze to Day. “You think he can pull this off.”
Day lifts the bottle of whisky on his desk and points it in my direction, I nod and watch as he pours the amber liquid into a glass. He then offers one to Kit. When Kit has his whisky and Day has his, he leans back in his seat and nods. “Yeah. He relies on his squeaky-clean image too much.” Day’s smile deepens. “Why do think he prefers the private rooms to the main casino.”
