by Brook Wilder
I sat and asked the waitress for beer and tequila but, before they arrived, a hand appeared on my shoulder from behind me.
“Hey, stranger,” Suzi drawled over the music. She leaned down as she swung a leg over and lowered herself onto my knee, her full, rounded breasts passing within an inch of my face. A sparkling red bikini was all that covered her glittering, oil-drizzled body and I felt a warm sensation in my cock as I remembered the times we fucked in the past. “Thought I wasn’t going to see you again? Want me to dance for you?”
“You’ve danced for me before,” I told her as the waitress set down my drinks.
She linked her hands behind my neck. Gracefully, almost like a ballerina, Suzi brought up her legs and locked her ankles behind my head too, and held our faces just inches apart.
“I remember,” she smiled, “but, this time…” Using the amazing power in her thighs alone, she leaned right back, her head almost to the floor, and effortlessly whipped off her bikini top before, just as quickly, hauling herself back up to me, “… this time you have to pay.”
I laughed and tucked a twenty into the front of her G-string. She got off me and stood up. She picked up my tequila shot and held her stiff nipple a hair’s breadth from my lips, then poured the liquor down her breast, letting it cascade into my mouth. She started gyrating to the music, running her hands provocatively down her curves, then sat back in my lap and pulled my head hard into her glistening, glitter-covered tits, rubbing my face in them.
They were hot, sweet and smell like cherry flavored candy. My cock was still growing. It twitched and, as her nearly naked pussy was almost grinding me, she felt me throb against her.
“Mmm, I remember that,” she gasped, closing her eyes and increasing her weight on me, just a fraction.
“Me too,” I whispered. “Wanna get out of here?”
“I just started my shift” she purred against my ear, “but you can take me home when I… get off.”
“No, I mean now. In the alley, out back.”
I stood up quickly, forcing her off me. She looked a little uncertain but followed willingly enough when I took he wrist and gently led her through the staff door.
The sun was high in the sky but the alley was deserted. The dumpster by the door meant we were pretty hidden from the street at one end, while other… Fuck, I didn’t care. I pulled her mouth onto mine as soon as we got outside, kicking the door shut behind me. Suzi tasted of liquor and cigarettes but, then, so did I, and our tongues had no trouble teasing, tantalizing and tickling each other to life.
When I closed my eyes, though, all I could see was Piper. I saw her smiling, then looking a little sad. I saw her made up for work, and then in the more natural look she wore when we got coffee or she headed home for the night. What the fuck? I could actually feel my cock shrinking as I was making out with this super-hot stripper.
I pulled her closer to me, groping her bare breasts but, still, I was losing wood. Suzi pulled up my t-shirt and kissed her way down my chest and my stomach, opening my jeans as she went. She said nothing about me not being hard, just took my limp dick in her mouth and started sucking.
I leaned back against the dumpster, while Suzi worked on me, but I felt nothing. I still just saw Piper’s face. Maybe a minute went by before Suzi let my useless cock fall from her lips.
“Uh-oh, I’ve seen that look before,” she smiled up at me, “both there and there.” She indicated my face and my genitals.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I didn’t even care that she’d stopped.
She held her hands out for me to help her up off her knees, then leaned into me, hugging me. She was just the right height to rest her head on my chest.
“Someone’s in love,” she murmured against me.
“I am not.” I spat.
“Your face and your cock don’t lie,” she smiled up at me. “The only guy that doesn’t get hard with a hot piece of ass like me sucking him off, is the guy who wishes he was with someone else. Don’t worry, it happens more times here than you’d think.”
“So, you’re not mad?” I looked down at her leaning on me.
“Of course not!” she cried. “How could I be? I’m a little jealous, maybe. I gave you plenty of reasons to fall in love with me.”
“You did at that,” I kissed her softly, warmly, and a gentle moan emanated from somewhere inside her. “You’re the best, beautiful.”
“And you’re an asshole,” she smiled back as I broke our hold and pulled my pants up. “Go!” Suzi yelled as I started off down the alley. “Go show her how lucky she is!”
***
She may have been the wrong side of twenty-one to be drinking in the clubs she worked in, but Suzi was wise beyond her years. Maybe I was in love with Piper, maybe I just had strong feelings for her, I clearly wasn’t going to forget about her anytime soon. I needed to see her again, I just had to get her to want the same thing.
“Piper, I’m sorry,” I said as soon as she picked up. It had only taken four trips to voicemail before I got to talk to her. I sat on the edge of my couch, back in my apartment.
“That’s a better start,” she said, flatly, “but I told you, it doesn’t matter to me who you fuck.”
“Bullshit!” I spat. Piper went quiet for a second.
“Excuse me?” she said, at last.
“You can tell me you don’t care who I sleep with,” I told her, “but your face and the way you drove away from the club says different.”
“Okay,” came her reply, “I’ll qualify that. Theo, I don’t care who you fuck, anymore.”
I had no idea what to say to that. I had to plan my next sentence extremely carefully. If I opened with an order, such as ‘listen’ or ‘you have to let me explain’, I’d be just another asshole making her do things she didn’t want to do.
“Piper, knowing now how it’s made you feel, I’m sorry I slept with Anna.”
“Well,” she said, after a long pause, “that makes two of us.”
“I never meant to hide it from you. She came on really hard but I was going to resist, then I saw a chance to make a deal to help you, so I took it. If, after everything, you still end up with Vinnie and I hadn’t used every opportunity to change that as they came my way, I would regret it more than anything.”
I couldn’t explain it, but I thought I could hear her nodding. “Why?” she whispered after another long silence.
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted. “The way you were willing to help April? That you were so close to winning, to buying your freedom, only to lose your chance to an abusive asshole like Vinnie? I don’t know, Piper, what do you want me to say? I like you and I didn’t want to see you suffering.”
I had to take a breath after admitting so much. Piper seemed to be digesting it slowly, as well.
“So, you fucked my hot, ex-hooker boss just to try and help me out, because you like me?” she asked.
“I did,” I said. This was going to be a gamble, I just hoped I had read her tone right. “And I’d fuck every beautiful girl on the planet, if it meant I could help you.”
For a second, I thought it was too much. But then she giggled, and the giggle turned into a laugh, and the laugh eventually seemed to leave her breathless.
“Well, let’s hope I never have to ask you to do that,” she finally told me.”
“I don’t know,” I ventured, “you’re sure to be at the head of that list, would it be so bad?”
“I’m hanging up now,” she announced.
“A touch too slimy?”
“A touch, yeah.”
CHAPTER 9: Piper
Okay, so maybe I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on when it came to using sex for to get what I wanted, but it was upsetting to find out about Theo and Anna that way. Maybe it was how she announced it, with such relish, as if she knew Theo and I felt something for each other. What a load of bullshit.
Okay, so maybe I felt safer with him than I had with anyone else for a long, long time. And he ma
de me laugh. And, regardless of his methods, he had tried really hard to stop the deal for Vinnie to buy me, even though he barely knew me. Not to mention attacking Vinnie to get him off me and nearly starting a gunfight. He didn’t stop, he didn’t hesitate, just went straight for him, all just to help me. But I was definitely not in love with him. Nope, not me. You are incorrect, sir.
I lay in bed watching reality TV and eating ice cream. Thanks to our phone conversation, as more time passed, I was less and less pissed at Theo. We weren’t together so, in the end, what he tried to do was kinda sweet, from an abstract perspective.
If I knew Anna, and I did, I was pretty sure she pulled him up to her penthouse just to get off anyway. She didn’t care who she called on when she got horny, even me. When I was brand new and didn’t know any better. She got the urge to be with me again a year or so later and I told her where to get off. And that was the end of it.
That he’d had the presence of mind to try and use that unfortunate position to try and bargain for my release was thoughtful, in a really, really fucked up way.
***
The day passed and I slept a little. I had this crazy dream where Theo and I got married. I was pregnant and Anna, of all people, came to the wedding. I woke up and decided that I just might be missing him. But I was certainly not in love with him. Definitely not.
I wondered what he was doing. He was fired so, really, how busy could he be. All I knew that I needed to get out of The Valley, out of Los Angeles, away from my life, if only for a day. I found my cellphone and called him. He answered on the sixth ring.
“Hello?” he said, like he didn’t believe it was actually me calling him back. He sounded groggy, like he’d been sleeping.
“Hey you,” I decided to go for bright and breezy, so he didn’t think I was imagining him and Anna together every second. “How much do you love me?” I asked, adding the ‘we’re just friends’ tone, so I didn’t scare him off.
“To the ends of the earth,” came his flippant reply. At least, I told myself he was being flippant.
“I’m off today and I know you’re not working anymore,” I tried to keep it light, “Wanna jump on your hog and take me away from here?” ‘Wanna jump on your hog’? Fuck, I’m such a klutz.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked.
“I don’t care, just far away from here,” I told him. Then I added, softly, “Take me to wherever you feel safe.”
He was silent for a moment or two, then I heard him breathe out slowly. “Okay, send me your address, I’ll be there in an hour.”
***
As usual for LA in August, it was hot enough outside to cook on the sidewalk. This afternoon, though, the sky was clear, blue, and smog-less. I fixed my hair and makeup subtly, going for lightly smoldering and avoiding my usual call girl chic. I really wanted to look good for Theo, but I wasn’t trying to get him to sleep with me. I definitely wasn’t.
It was hard to for me to understand what I wanted. It was like I felt as though we were a couple already, that he’d love me and think I was beautiful regardless, and I wanted to reward that unconditional devotion by making myself as attractive as I could. Except we weren’t together and could never be.
Maybe I just wanted one final day as a normal girl with a regular life, a fantasy where I go out with a boyfriend and have a good time, before I was sold to Vinnie and my life ended.
I pushed that thought out of my head. I examined my naked body in my full-length mirror for a while. My stomach looked good, toned and tanned, and flowed sexily down to the soft, smooth skin between my long, slender legs. I cupped my breasts and held them high, then let them go to see how far they dropped. Barely anything, I noted with a smile. I felt confident enough to go braless today.
I picked out a small black crop top that gave me a nice cleavage and showed off my flat stomach. What else does one wear when going to hang out with a biker gang? I dug out my old daisy dukes. Not the stupid tiny ones from work, these were sexy yet respectable. They showed my legs yet hugged my butt, and kept everything covered enough that Daisy Duke herself might actually have worn them while on the run from J.D. Hog and Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane. After adding one pair of mid-calf, brown leather cowboy boots, I was done. Just as I heard the deep rumbling of Theo’s Harley pulling up outside.
***
I was stupidly excited as I rushed out to see him. My second-floor apartment opened onto a white stone walkway, with stairs down to the street level just to the left as I walked out. I closed my door behind me, turned around and leaned over the barrier, looking down to see Theo sat on his bike. I couldn’t help it; I yelled and waved, like a school girl with her first crush. He looked up, took off his sunglasses, and waved back. He looked so good.
He had on his black leather vest, covered in patches, the biggest of which said Steel Angels across his back, with a silver motif of a chromed motorcycle wheel with angel wings attached and a slightly slanted halo over it. Under that, he had on a gray tank top that showed the muscles and tattoos on his upper arms, which was teamed with blue jeans and heavy black bike boots. His shaggy hair was blown about by the ride over but his smile and handsome face were perfect. In another life, another world, we’d have been so happy together. I concentrated on the positive as I trotted down my stairs.
I reached him and I wanted to hug him. Then I realized that, for once, there was no one around to get mad about it, so I did. He was taken slightly aback, but I quickly felt his arms circle around me.
“I thought you were still mad at me,” he said, his mouth by my ear.
“I was,” I whispered back, “but I couldn’t be mad at a guy that almost got shot by the Mafia for me. Anyway, you were trying to help.” We broke apart.
“You look awesome,” he smiled. I curtsied in gratitude. “Here, put these on.” He handed me a pair of sunglasses, then put on his own. “They keep the bugs out of your eyes,” he grinned and beckoned me onto the pillion seat.
***
We roared off, heading north and were soon seeing less and less of LA’s urban landscape, the scenery being replaced with green trees and hills instead. We rode for nearly an hour along the I5, the engine humming, the wind blowing through my hair. It was everything every cliché said it would be. I held Theo tight as we sped along the Interstate. He rode fast, weaving around the slower moving Priuses, pickups, and minivans aggressively enough to make it exciting, like a rollercoaster ride, but not terrifying.
I had my arms wrapped around his waist, my breasts crushed against his back, sometimes looking to where we were going, sometimes just resting my head against him with my eyes closed. It didn’t matter. The sun was on my face, the warm breeze was cooling my skin, and I felt free. I didn’t have to work, fuck or pretend. I could just enjoy the ride.
Before long, Theo slowed and exited the freeway. A mile or so later, he stopped the bike just before a dusty, bumpy road that forged its way up a steep hill. It didn’t even have a signpost.
“Hold on tight,” he said, patting my hand against his stomach, before he launched us up the track. I could feel the rear tire sliding on the dirt and the bumps bouncing us around. We sped up to a switchback turn that I suddenly saw had a sheer drop on the other side. My body tensed up and my mouth went dry. Theo was going too fast for us to make it, surely? I gripped him tight. I could feel sweat leaking from the palms of my hands and I opened my mouth to scream. Theo knew what he was doing, though. He lined up the bike, braked a little, then took us easily around the bend. I looked back to see a thick cloud of dust floating slowly over the hillside edge. My heart was racing. That was so exhilarating, I found myself laughing and pounding on Theo’s back.
“You okay?” he slowed a little to yell the question back to me.
“Yes! Yes!” I screamed. It sounded almost orgasmic. “Go faster, baby!” I cried. The ride was intoxicating. And the danger, along with the subtle vibrations coming through the thick leather saddle, and holding on tight to Theo’s strong body, was getting
me kinda hot. If every ride was this much of a turn on, I could finally understand why you always saw these scary-looking, fat bikers with young sexy chicks on their bikes. Theo sped up again, taking us through three or four more crazy turns, before the hill began to level off. We crested the rise and I saw our destination.
It looked like it was once just a small wooden shack, maybe a lonely hunting lodge on top of this hill but, I could see where extra buildings had been added over the years. There was a tall, long section of roof with no walls, where I could see dozens of people inside and bright colored lights flashing in time with the booming rock music that was loud even over the motorcycle engines. On the other side of the cabin looked to be a smaller, enclosed space that, through the windows, looked a little like a sports bar inside. There was a huge, red and white flashing neon sign over the place, which read ‘Handle’s Bar’, but the real action was outside.
