by M. L. Beeson
Before I head out, I make a point to go tell Ginger in person that I will be gone for a couple of days, finding myself knocking on her door.
After a few stale seconds, the door comes flying open. There she stands, looking at me with her large brown doe-eyes. They are mesmerizing.
“Blade,” she sucks in a breath “what are you doing here?” Her hand trails up her long neck and into her hair, tightening her messy bun.
I don’t reply right away; I just watch her fidget. She is too easy to rile up and fluster.
“Do you want to come in?” Hesitantly, she tries to break the silence.
“Sure.” Stepping in the doorway, I purposefully crowd her personal space. She tries to back up but I reach out and grab her waist to hold her in place and she instantly freezes.
“How do you like your new pickup? Dipping my head so that my lips barely brush against her ear when I speak. In response she shivers.
“I love it, it is nice not to have to walk everywhere,” she says looking up at me. “Thank you.” Standing up on her toes she gives me a light kiss on my cheek. Fuck. This woman is too innocent for her own good, and it has my mind conflicting on deciding my next action.
“I came over here to tell you, I am headed out for a couple days to go check on an investment. I put a prospect on you, so where you go, he goes,” I inform her. Taking a moment to process the information, I don’t miss a slight frown that briefly spreads across her face, as she tries to hide her disappointment. Piquing my curiosity, will she miss me?
“Wh… wh… where are you going?” I can hear the panic start to rise in her voice.
“I leave around dinner time tonight to head up north.” Not giving any specific details. Women are not allowed to know our club business.
“Ok.”
“Well then, I better get going, I just wanted to give you the heads up that Marcus will be with you keeping an eye on things. If you need anything ask him or call Dozer. He is staying in town to be my eyes and ears,” I say, gripping her chin to make her look up at me.
She holds an unreadable look on her pretty little face. I can’t help but dip my head down and press my lips against hers. I don’t miss how she sucks in her breath and lets out a light moan. I need to stay the fuck away from her but like always I ignore my thoughts and take what I want; I am a selfish man.
I deepen the kiss and walk her backwards far enough that I am able to kick the door shut. I slide my tongue along her lips asking for permission and she obliges. As I assault her mouth with my tongue, I trail my hands down and grab her juicy ass. I start to lift her up and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist and entwines her arms around my neck. Reaching up, she digs her fingers into my scalp. I can feel the length of my cock growing hard threatening to burst out of my jeans.
I turn and push Ginger up against the door and grind my hard as a rock cock into her sex. She is wearing a small pair of athletic shorts and I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I can smell her arousal and just by kissing her I can tell how turned on and wet she is. She is moaning and breathing heavily trying to frantically grab onto me, trying to ground herself. I break the kiss and start to trail my lips down her cheek finding my way to her neck where I continue to kiss and lightly nip.
“Blade,” Ginger heavily pants my name and brings reality crashing down. I need to leave. I pull back and she unwraps her legs from me and I set her down. Clenching my eyes and jaw shut, I try to bring my thoughts to a halt and do my best not to throw her on the bed and fuck her all night. I need to get going to meet the guys. Can’t be a ruthless leader if you aren’t fucking reliable and on time.
“Sorry darlin, I got too carried away.”
“It’s nothing you can’t fix,” she taunts.
“I know babe but I am going to be late.”
“It’s ok. Nothing that Bob can’t fix,” she giggles.
“Bob?” I question her, getting irritated. She has a fucking man?
“Yeah. My battery-operated boyfriend aka Bob.” She laughs even louder. “So, shoo, I have plans,” she jokes while motioning for me to get out of her apartment.
I am at a loss for words. This chick is not like the other bitches that have come around. She is independent to the point that if she can’t get what she wants sexually, she doesn’t have a problem doing it herself.
Mmm. The images of her touching herself and pumping a vibrator in and out of her tight little hole has my mind swirling with dirty thoughts. I need to get the fuck out of here before I put pussy before club business.
“Well sweetness, when I return from my trip, you will not be needing Bob, anymore.”
“We will see,” she fires back. The sass and attitude, I have to admit, I love a challenge.
“Ok, well I will see you in a few days. Stay safe and let Marcus or Dozer know if you need anything.” Giving her a quick peck on the lips I head for the door.
“Have a safe trip, Blade.” She shuts the door and I hear the deadbolt lock. Good girl.
CHAPTER SIX
GINGER
It has been two days since I have physically laid eyes on Blade. I haven’t heard a peep out of him. No phone calls, no text messages, nothing whatsoever. Not that I am holding out any hope that he will. I can’t deny the attraction between us, but I can see that he keeps everyone at arm’s length. He is battling something internal. That makes two of us. It takes someone fucked up to recognize someone else who is just as equally fucked up and I definitely see him.
As I get ready for my shift, I can’t help but dread going into work. I have had the last two days off and I have literally done nothing except sit in my apartment reading my book and binge watching the latest season of American Horror Story. I am a sucker for horror and suspense. Finally getting dressed, I find a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and a red corset that laces up the back. I work in a strip club so in all honesty I am probably going to be the most modestly dressed woman there.
Taking one final glance in the mirror, I make sure I look up to par. I have my hair curled in large ringlets and applied a little makeup which includes some mascara and lipstick. Turning away from the mirror I seek out my black pumps and grab my bag then head for the door and out to my truck.
Joey the bouncer, is stationed at the front door of the Dirty Devil’s. He smiles as he opens the doors for me. Walking inside, I notice that the music is booming and the entire place is a clusterfuck. Men are getting irate because there isn’t a woman on stage and poor Dolly is overwhelmed with drink orders. Without hesitation I walk behind the bar and throw my bag on the bottom shelf and start helping Dolly fill her orders.
“What the fuck is going on, Dolly?”
Looking over at me with a pained and stressful look she replies, “Kandi overdosed and Lacey has the flu, so we are down two dancers and the men are pissed. We are going to lose so much fucking money tonight.”
“Stay here. Calm down and just work on filling drink orders, I will handle the rest,” I yell as I take off backstage.
Catching my breath, I look at the other stressed out dancers and give them a pitiful look. This is a shitty night already and I can’t help but feel bad for them because they are going to get worked hard and probably tipped less. Heading for the garment rack, I find a black thong, a bedazzled red bikini top and a very tall pair of black stilettos. I quickly make work of removing my clothes and replacing them with the outfit that leaves little to the imagination.
“What are you doing Ginger?” Ecstasy, one of the strippers, looks over wide-eyed.
“I am helping you girls out and taking one for the team,” I reply as I finish tying the strings to the bikini top.
“Do you even know how to dance?” she snickers.
“I guess we will see and find out,” I say, rolling my eyes.
When you try to keep your identity on lock down, you don’t really have first picks when it comes to jobs. I took what I could get. I’ve done a lot of different jobs and have had my fair share of the strip
ping scene.
I wait for the music to start. When I hear “High on Life” by Martin Garrix start blazing through the speakers, I start to walk out on stage towards the pole, one foot in front of another like a model on a runway. When I get to the pole I stop and gaze out at the audience. Once the men see that there is a new woman on stage they rush forward and find a seat.
Grabbing the pole, I walk around it slowly. When I am back facing the audience, I put my back against the cool steel and seductively slither my way to the ground and then back up. I hook my arm around the pole and jump up locking my legs around the pole and spinning with the beat of the music. I bring my leg up behind me, locking the pole with my knee and I fling my other leg up almost going completely vertical. The men go wild, cash starts to rain onto the stage. I use my arms and core muscles to turn myself upside down and open my legs greeting the audience. I follow through and flip my body completely and land with both heels on the ground.
I can hear whooping and hollering coming from the men who are obviously enjoying the show. I jump and grab hold of the pole, using my arms I pull myself up high and spin. I slowly pull the strings to my bikini top with one hand and let it fall to the ground. I can feel the chilly air on my heavy breasts which make my nipples peak. I can see the men throwing more and more cash on stage as I finish my spin. I crawl like a seductive cat taking long strides with my hands and arms to gather the cash.
I feel someone grab my thong and push cash into the waistband. I look over to give a sexy smile as a thank you, and I make eye contact with the most mesmerizing electric blue eyes; Blade. He is back and he is looking at me with hooded eyes but I catch the hardness his face holds. I finish gathering the cash and I hear the men cheering me as I walk backstage.
I am quickly trying to shimmy back into my tight as fuck skinny jeans when I feel a hand grab my arm and spin me. When I look up, I see Blade. His jaw is set and it looks like he is ready to rip someone’s head off.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
“We were down two dancers and the place was in chaos. I was going with the flow to keep customers happy,” I reply as I am attempt to lace up the back of my corset top.
“What am I going to do with you?” Blade mumbles to himself all the while he bends and shoves his shoulder into my waist and hoists me up and over his shoulder. What the fuck? I start to yell telling him to put me down but all that does is earn me a smack on the ass. Damn.
BLADE
After going up north just to find Bates with a bullet hole between his fucking eyes in his own home, I am beat. I was running into dead ends when it came to getting our shit through customs and finally had to work my charm on the chunky redhead paper pusher in order to get it released. I will not say I am proud of the fact that I fucked a fat ugly chick but I got our shit. I had Riggs and our prospect Riley head up with the van to load up the two crates. All I want to do it get home, shower and have a beer. Two hours out and I am counting down the minutes.
My mind is swirling when it comes to who blew Bates’ brains out and knocked off another contact we had at the customs yard. Could it be the Aryans? Did they find out we were selling to the Mexicans? No, that is crazy talk. The only way they could have found that out would be if I had a leak within the club. My club. The thought of even the slightest possibility throws me into a fit of rage. I need to hit something and I need to do it now. Pulling into the lot of the clubhouse, I enter through the back and head straight for the gym. I need to pound my thoughts into the Everlast bag.
After about an hour of tossing my anger around, I feel like my legs are about to buckle. I finally call it and head outside to light up a joint. I need something to ease the rest of my nerves. As I stand there taking hits off of the joint, Melanie the bleach-blonde club whore comes stumbling my way. Great, here we go.
“Hey there Blade, you need anything, baby?” She attempts a seductive tone.
“No Mel, I’m good. The guys should be back soon though,” I inform her hoping she will go after someone else’s cock tonight. That answer is good enough for her, she starts back towards the bar entrance. Thank fuck. I shiver thinking about how nasty she is. I wouldn’t ever want to catch something from that twat; she has been around long enough that I am sure she is as dirty as a fountain of AIDS.
The shower is calling my name and I give in and head towards my room. I let the scalding hot water infiltrate my muscles releasing the tension I have unwillingly been holding on too.
Getting an urgent call from Dozer telling me I needed to get down to Dirty Devil’s because the place is understaffed and completely chaotic has my tension building right back up, undoing everything my hot shower just did for me. Can he not handle his own shit? He was the most levelheaded one of the bunch of us and that is exactly why he got appointed to manager. I guess not. It looks like I will have to look for someone else who is a better fit to handle the chaos that the club brings.
I dress in dark blue jeans, a tight black tee, my cut, and my riding boots. After getting dressed I head out. I don’t forget to shove a blade in each of my boots and put my 9mm in my waist band. I could definitely test out a few new blades I got on this trip if someone gets too mouthy. The thoughts of the slightest possibility have me giddy to no end feeling like a little kid on Christmas.
I got my riding name because of my love of knives and how I won’t hesitate to slice someone up for looking at me the wrong way. Knives are my weapon of choice especially during interrogation sessions.
I pull into the parking lot of Dirty Devil’s and see Marcus, the prospect that I tasked with watching Ginger.
“What’s the low-down?” I ask, lighting another joint.
“When I arrived after following Ginger here, a lot of guys were getting pissed and fighting because of the lack of alcohol and strippers.”
“Lack of?”
“Guess one bitch OD’d and the other is sick or some shit and Dolly is the only one behind the bar,” he doesn’t get to finish because I walk off and barge through the front door.
Fucking hell, this shit is a mad-house. There are drunken assholes all over getting mouthy, the bouncers are busy intervening, a few guys who are throwing punches, and Dolly is slinging drinks as fast as she can trying to keep the peace. Where the fuck is Ginger? She should be helping Dolly.
Hearing some god-awful pop song start blasting through the speakers has gained all the men’s attention and has them looking towards the stage with interest. Which in turn made them find seats to watch the show. Looking at the stage, all I manage to do is stay frozen with my feet planted on the ground trying my best to keep breathing. I am so fucking angry with the image I see. Ginger is in a thong bikini and stripper heels working the pole. I am so fucking irritated that all these men are lusting over her and her seductive routine.
Like any other man, I am in awe at how well she can dance, she puts all the other bitches to shame but none the less I am still fucking livid. I stand there for what seems like an eternity watching her. I finally get closer to the stage and decide to tip her. I pull out my money clip and pull out a hundred-dollar bill, I can’t help but reach out and put it in her waist band. When she makes eye contact with me, her breath hitches in her throat. That’s right baby, I fucking see you and your little stunt. She seems to shake her nerves off and collects the cash from the stage floor and saunters backstage.
Without hesitation, I barge backstage to find Ginger getting dressed and trying to tie some fancy as shit lace corset. Son of a bitch. After my booming voice startles, her she gives me lip about why she was dancing and without another thought, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder. She is kicking and screaming but all she is doing is turning me on. With a quick smack to the ass, she finally settles down. I walk through the lounge with Ginger over my shoulder and out the front door. I finally stop by my bike and set her down, she wobbles from her damn high heels. Holding on to her shoulder to steady her, I tell her to get on.
I rev my motorcycle to
life and pull out of the parking lot with Ginger firmly pressing against my back. I am taking her home. She needs to know that she will not dance at my club, nor will she ever bare herself to other fucking men again. Tonight, just keeps getting better and better I think to myself as I clench my jaw.
Dozer and Dolly are going to have to figure the shit out with the club themselves, I am not in the right mind to fix anything, I’ll slaughter anyone who gives me lip.
CHAPTER SEVEN
GINGER
After Blade humiliated me in front of customers and some of his club members, he gave me a lift home, pulling into my apartment complex. I am still in my jeans and corset with no jacket and it is cold as shit on the back of his bike. The only warmth I got during the whole ride was the anger that radiated off Blade. Once he parks the bike, I jump off and high tail it straight for my apartment, ignoring his calls to me. Fuck him. He has no right to treat me like some kind of child.
I get to my door and notice that it isn’t shut. There is splintering all around the frame and the door knob is hanging loosely. Someone has broken into my little apartment. It may be shitty but it is the only thing I have except for my truck. I stand there stunned at the sight in front of me. I finally hear Blade’s heavy footsteps coming up towards me.
“What the fuck Ginger?” Blade booms at me, making wince but I cannot tear my eyes away from the door.
Panic is setting in. Is someone still here? I don’t have anything worth stealing. What could they possibly want from me? I thought Idaho was supposed to be quiet, I was supposed to be safe here. The incident with Lyle and now this has proved otherwise so now I have to move-on.
Finally turning his attention to what I am staring at, Blade reaches in his waist band and grabs his gun and cocks it so there is a round in the chamber. Before taking aim, he slowly bends down and grabs a knife out of his boot and hands it to me.
