“Yeah, sure—no worries, I’ll keep a close eye on her.”
“Thanks, bro.”
Mick didn’t bother telling JD he was working at the bar that night. He would just take Jaz with him and watch her there.
Jaz was thrilled to be going to The Den again. She didn’t let on to Mick that she was planning on dancing, though. Mick wouldn’t approve of her being in the spotlight, but she needed to get back on that stage and make some money. The rent was two weeks late and she was worried that they would lose the motel. She stuffed her dancing outfit into her little bag that she usually carried and told Mick she was ready to go.
Danny was glad to see Mick back to work. “Welcome back, Mick. Boy, am I glad to see you. I’m hanging on by a shoe string here; trying to run the bar, keep tabs on the stock and balance the books. Hey, do you know if Lori is coming back to do them? I sure hope so?”
“Thanks for carrying the load. I’m the new manager now and soon as I get settled in more, I’ll see about getting you a raise. Can’t guarantee it, but I’ll work on it,” Mick promised to a very, happy Danny. “Not too sure about Lori coming back, though. Can you hang in there till we figure something out?”
“Sure. No problem,” Danny replied.
Jaz was sitting at the bar enjoying a few drinks when the first dancer walked onto the stage. Getting up, she walked over to the next dancer lined up and told her she was taking her spot. This pissed the girl off, but she didn’t say anything, because she knew Jaz had those badass bikers for friends. Last thing she needed was to get on her bad side.
“Sure thing, sweetie. I’ll go after you. I could use another drink anyway to loosen me up some more.”
Jaz saw her poor attempt at a forced smile, but didn’t care. The first couple of dancing sets made more money and she needed it.
Mick noticed Jaz wasn’t around and was just going to look for her when he saw her walking up on the stage. Oh shit, he thought to himself. JD is going to have his ass for this one.
Jaz finished her set, collected all the money and went to change. When she got back to the bar, she saw Mick scowling at her.
“Don’t give me that look, Mick. As long as I’m here, I might as well dance.”
“Did JD say you could continue dancing now that you’re his old lady?”
Jaz shrugged her shoulders. “He didn’t say I couldn’t, so I did. He’ll just have to adjust.”
Mick thought JD would never adjust, but he kept quiet. Thankfully, it was none of his business now. It was time to let JD handle Jaz.
Unfortunately, Jaz sitting at the bar by herself attracted a lot of unwanted attention. Mick had to threaten a few drunks away and Big Daddy had to literally toss one outside. Jaz couldn’t stop laughing at that. She loved seeing Big D’s smiling face after he tossed them out the door.
By the time Mick and Jaz got back to the motel, it was three in the morning. She was too tired to count her money, so she left it sitting on the table until she woke up. Mick grabbed a couple of pillows and made himself comfortable on the couch.
JD arrived home early that morning, unexpectedly. His business was taken care of quickly being as it was just a bunch of amateur punks that pulled up stakes and ran at the first sight of him and his brothers. Walking into their motel room, he noticed a pile of money sitting on the table along with Mick sleeping on their couch. He sat down and counted three hundred and fifty dollars and put two and two together. JD walked over to the couch and kicked it a few times, until Mick woke up.
“You let Jasmine dance last night? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Mick sat up rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake up. “Look, you try to tell her anything and see if she listens to you,” Mick sneered at JD. “I’m outta here. She’s your old lady now, you deal with it.” Mick got up and walked out.
JD undressed quickly and climbed into bed with Jasmine. He would have to have a little talk with her about her dancing, but not this morning. He had more important things on his mind, like giving Jasmine an orgasm that she would never forget.
Jasmine woke up to the most wonderful sensations and smiled, “Welcome home, honey.”
“Honey. Now, I like that. Need to have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours, baby.” JD slowly lifted Jasmine’s nightgown over her head, his hungry eyes feasting on her warm, curvaceous body being unveiled before him. “No more clothes in bed, babe. Want nothin’ between us from now on,” he whispered softly as his hands moved between them to massage her firm, bared breasts.
Jasmine snuggled closer to JD, needing to feel some of his warmth and slipped her arms around his neck. His mouth closed over hers, parting her lips in a deep, languorous kiss and Jasmine kissed him back with all the love she had in her heart.
Their tongues met and playfully teased, doing a mating dance in their mouths. JD lowered his lips to trail hot, burning kisses down her throat to the hardened peaks of her full breasts. When his lips closed tightly around a pink nipple, drawing hard, Jasmine gasped with sweet pleasure. He suckled long and hard, taking turns on her aching breasts. Jasmine’s breath was coming out in tiny pants as she grabbed his head and held it against her chest.
JD’s hands were roaming tenderly, exploring and delightfully tormenting her until she was lost in incoherent yearnings. When his skillful fingers delved into the liquid center of her womanhood, Jasmine’s pussy clenched tight around them. JD was quickly losing control. “I have to taste you, baby—can’t wait any longer.”
“I want to taste you, too. I need to taste you now,” she half moaned, half begged in a trembling, desperate voice.
He hurriedly changed his position until his thick, straining erection was in close proximity of her mouth, showing Jasmine without words that they could both have their wish.
JD buried his head between her slender thighs and plundered her moist petals with his hot, searing mouth. His tongue explored and caressed, licking up her succulent honey, feasting greedily. His tongue was relentless when it reached her swollen, engorged clit. He pressed hot little kisses on that overly sensitive spot until Jasmine squeezed her thighs tightly, holding his head in a vise and was jerking her hips against his tongue for more. JD licked the length of her delicate folds once more before darting his tongue in and out of her pulsating pussy.
Jasmine was exploring JD’s throbbing erection with her tongue and lips, licking and kissing up and down its entire silken length. She tasted the essence of his virility and wanted more. When Jaz opened her mouth wider, JD moaned in blissful ecstasy and pushed his hips closer, urging her to take all of him into the hot cavern of her mouth. She was mindless with passion, her greedy mouth working its magic on his arousal as she tried to suck in the entire length. She moved her head slowly, back and forth, taking him in deeper with each thrust of her mouth until his cock was hitting the back of her throat. Her tongue was making love to his cock, pleasuring him with swirling, little circles along its length.
JD tried to prolong his pleasure, but it was too long since he’d had a blowjob and his resistance was no match for Jasmine’s wickedly, sinful mouth. When he felt the first tremor of his orgasm start, he tried to pull out of Jasmine’s mouth, but she was like a starving woman needing his essence to survive. She threw her arm over his lower buttocks and held him firmly in her mouth. JD was pumping rapidly now, in and out of her mouth until he threw back his head and let out a long, guttural growl. Jasmine kept swallowing as his cum slid down the back of her throat.
Feeling Jasmine’s body tense and her thighs clench tighter around his head, he knew her release was near. Using his thumbs, he spread her delicate folds wider and sucked on her clit harder until a few seconds later, wave after wave of intense pleasure shuddered her body and she screamed out her release.
“Holy hell,” she whispered in a still orgasmic, shaky voice. She looked at JD with a salacious grin. “I don’t know what we just did, but I loved it. That was amazing.”
“That, my sweet, is only one of many positions we are goi
ng to explore.” JD pulled Jasmine into his strong embrace and kissed her tenderly. “And yes, babe, it was amazing—just like you.”
It was late morning when JD woke up with Jasmine still entwined in his arms. ”Wake up, babe.” He smacked her ass playfully and chuckled when Jasmine rolled over and pulled a pillow over her head.
“Go away,” she yelled back at him. “I need more sleep, I’m worn out.”
He pulled the pillow off of her head and leaned in close. “From dancing? Didn’t think I’d find out, did you?”
“I didn’t expect you home so early or…” Jasmine clammed up, so JD finished her sentence. “Or what? You wouldn’t have left all that money laying out in the open?”
Jasmine turned to JD. “I need to dance. We’re not getting many boarders and we’re falling behind on the payments. I love this motel and I don’t want to lose it.”
“You won’t lose it, I’m living her now and so is Mick. I’ll talk to him about splitting the payments between the two of us. How would that be?”
Jasmine never asked JD about how he gets his money and she really didn’t want to know. She knew deep down it was through illegal club activities and figured she was better off not knowing.
“Sounds great. After all, he’ll be living here permanently now that he’s in your club.” Jasmine had to chuckle at the thought of JD and Mick seeing each other every day.
“But I still need an income. I guess I’ll go back to waitressing at The Den.” When JD frowned she had to ask. “What now?”
“You’re not wearing that skimpy outfit with your tits hanging out. You cover them up or forget it.” JD rubbed his hand over her full breasts, “These are for me, baby. No one else.”
“Hell, I’ll never make any tips that way,” she pouted.
JD laughed. “I’ll give you all the tips you need and then some,” he finished saying in a low, raspy voice. Jasmine caught his meaning and burst out laughing.
“Now come on, time to get up. I’m hungry.” He smacked her ass again and got out of bed.
JD walked out of the shower and smelled fresh coffee brewing. Smiling, he went to the kitchen and found Jasmine beating up something in a bowl. “Smells good in here, babe. You can cook?” he asked, rubbing his hand over his stomach.
Jasmine laughed, “Not sure yet honey, but we’re about to find out. I’m making French toast. I hope you like it. Sit down and I’ll get you some coffee.”
“Um… delicious babe,” JD said, helping himself to another slice of toast. “I guess you really can cook.”
Jasmine grinned, “Yeah, breakfast anyway. I don’t know if I’m up for cooking suppers though, but I’m going to try. I love the thought of cooking meals for us in our home.” Home… Jasmine loved the sound of that word. She thought back with sadness to when she was younger and how she never had a solid foundation with her parents. Now was her chance to make a good home life with JD and she was going to do all she could to achieve that goal.
“I gotta admit, my Jazzie-girl, I never thought I was cut out for any of this—but you changed all that. I’m a lucky guy, babe.”
Just then, Lori knocked on the door and walked in. “I can smell that coffee brewing from down the hall, any left?” She didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed a cup and helped herself. Lori was in a happy, bubbly mood. She pulled out a chair and sat down. “It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining and guess what? I was talking to Miss Ellie over at the bank yesterday. She told me the town’s preparations are nearly complete for a big celebration. Founder’s Day, the town’s one hundred year celebration is coming up soon. Lots of people will be coming into town and just think of all that business for this motel.”
Seeing the sad look come over Jasmine, she got up and hugged her. “Hey sweetie, it’s going to be okay, just positive thoughts from now on.”
“How can I be positive when my life is in such a mess?” Jasmine answered, looking at JD.
“Lori’s right, babe.” JD grabbed a hold of her hand. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll protect you with my life. I love you, babe.” Hearing those words didn’t make Jasmine feel any better, JD’s life is what she was worried about.
“There’s going to be a carnival with rides, lots of food and even booze every night,” Lori continued on, trying to lift Jasmine’s spirits. “I’m going to a meeting soon and I’ll see what we can do to contribute to the event.”
Lori was so excited, that Jasmine couldn’t help herself—she had to ask, “So you really do love this little town of Mayberry?”
“I really do,” Lori admitted. “I guess it kind of grew on me and the people here are so friendly.”
Jasmine had to agree with that. She smiled at JD with love-filled eyes. “I love it here, too.”
“And here’s the best part—I’m going to volunteer us to help out, maybe with cooking the food.”
JD and Jasmine shared a look and burst out laughing. “Maybe not the food part for me, Lori, but I wouldn’t mind working in a booth or something. See if there’s a spot open in the kissing booth for me,” she said to tease JD.
“No way, if there’s a kissing anything spot open, that’s going to be my booth,” Lori winked at JD. “You already got your man, you greedy girl. Thanks for the coffee, see ya’s later,” Lori waved as she was opening the door to leave. “I have to get dressed for the meeting.”
Jasmine walked over to the sink with the dirty dishes. JD walked up behind her and pulled her into the circle of his arms, “I love you, babe.”
“I love you, honey—with all my heart.” She turned in his arms and kissed his lips. Jasmine was feeling such happiness. She prayed it would last forever.
Down in Blackwood, New Jersey, Carlo was having a meeting with a few of his boys. “I heard from Roman. He made a call to me a few days ago when he and Miguel stopped off to eat in some bar up north. Said they were near a town called Squire Hill, up in Pennsylvania. He spotted that Mick guy who is supposed to be out looking for tattoo man’s daughter. And he was with another guy who was wearing MC colors with Satan’s Prophets MC on the back of it.”
Carlo was a short Hispanic, black-haired man with a soul as black as his hair. He was well-known as a ruthless, vicious man. Even his most loyal men were fearful when Carlo was in one of his agitated moods. He was pacing back and forth, flipping his knife from hand to hand.
“Roman said he was with a woman. I want to know who she is and if I find out that fucker has been lying to me all this time, I’m gonna cut his fucking heart out and feed it to the dogs. This Satan’s Prophets MC is near a town called Fulton. Anyone ever hear of it?”
One of his men spoke up, “I know where this town is. It’s a little shithole out in the middle of nowhere. I passed through there a few years ago. I know I can find it again by looking on a map.”
“I called in some of our boys from Delaware for backup, not sure what we’re dealing with here. If this is the daughter and she’s being protected by this MC, I want to know how many men we’re up against. And if this girl is the daughter—like I figure she is—I want her alive. I want my money and someone has got to be made to pay.” Carlo clenched his knife so tight that a little river of red was running down between his fingers. His eyes were wild, glazed over with savage intent, darting back and forth over his men.
“Roberto, you go up to this town called Fulton and investigate what the fuck Mick is doing there. Check out that club and get me some numbers on their man power. Don’t make any moves on your own, just keep your eyes and ears open. I lost contact with Roman and I don’t like it. If he and Miguel were found out, that means that prick Mick has been playing with us. He knows we’ll have figured that out by now and he’ll be on his guard.”
Roberto spoke up warily, “Why don’t we just grab the girl and bring her here? It’d make more sense than going up against a whole club of bikers.”
“Stupido! We have to be sure she’s the one. And if she is, I want that fucker Mick, too. No one mak
es a fool out of me. No one!” Carlo was ranting now like a crazed lunatic with white spittle forming at the corners of his mouth.
Jaz was enjoying the warm sunshine on her face with Lori, Renee and Susanna, sitting on lawn chairs on the small patch of grass in front of the motel.
They all had on their sunglasses and bathing suits. “We should get a good tan today. This sun is blazing hot,” Jaz said, as she was applying more sun tan lotion on her legs.
“This iced tea is really delicious.” Renee took another long swallow and asked, “How come it tastes so much better when you make it than me? What’s your secret?” Jaz just smiled and said nothing.
Lori couldn’t hold it in, she just had to blab. “Maybe it’s all those shots of vodka Jaz added to it? Yum…it sure hits the spot.”
“Hey,” Susanna was wiping the beads of sweat off of her brow, “now that we have our bathing suits on—and it’s so hot—why don’t we go for a swim in the lake later?”
“We can’t.” Jaz frowned and pointed a finger at Lori. “Don’t you remember? Miss Do-Good here, volunteered us all to be on that Founder’s Day committee. I don’t know why you did that, Lori. What do we know about planning big events like that?”
“I don’t mind helping out,” Renee looked at her excitedly. “We can plan for our own booth and sell stuff from the store. We can all be in the same booth! Wouldn’t that be so much fun?” The other three girls looked at Renee like she was from another planet.
Finally, Lori spoke up, “Not fun for me, Renee. I’m going to be in the kissing booth. Just think! All those sexy guys kissing me, what’s better than that? Maybe Drifter will get jealous and drag me away by my hair and make mad, passionate love to me. I’ll tell you, that guy is one hot, sex machine.”
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