Delight (Legacies, #1)

by Erin Osborne

  Unlike the other girls, they let the song play in its entirety. I dance for me and for Karson because this has to work. I have to have a job to keep a roof over his head. Tears threaten to spill over my closed eyes, and I push them back while the song continues to play.

  As the last of the song plays, I stop dancing and walk from the stage. Taking a seat with the women who danced before me, I watch as one of the men gets up and heads to the bar. He comes back with a tray full of beer and sets one down in front of all of us before turning to the table with the owners and handing them out. I push my beer to the center of the table so one of the other women can drink it if they want it.

  “You don’t drink?” one of them asks.

  “No, I don’t,” I answer.

  “Do you want a bottle of water instead?” the same man who grabbed the drinks asks.

  “Oh, um, no thank you,” I respond to him.

  “Alright. We’re going to go over your performances and we’ll make our decision in a few minutes. You girls sit tight, and we’ll be back soon,” the woman says standing from the table and walking toward the back followed by the men.

  I keep my eyes down so I don’t pay attention to the man of my fantasies as he walks away. The girls at the table with me start talking amongst themselves while I don’t pay attention. My nerves are still running rampant through my body and I’m ready to head home and climb on the couch and cuddle up with Karson to watch a movie and enjoy some popcorn.

  Chapter Four

  Bounce

  THE LAST THING I want to do right now is sit through auditions for Legacies, the club owned strip club. But when the Pres and his ol’ lady asks you to come help them, you help them. So, that’s how I find myself sitting in Legacies waiting for the auditions to start.

  I’m looking down at the table because I could honestly care less about the dancers here. Yeah, I’m a bouncer here but that’s because it’s club owned and what red-blooded male doesn’t like to watch a hot, sexy woman taking her fucking clothes off?

  Today, I’d rather be back at the clubhouse with a sweetbutt sucking my cock. I guess that will be the goal for me when we’re done here. If I have time that is. Who knows how many women are going to show up here because we never know. Sometimes it’s just a handful of girls and sometimes it takes hours to get through them. I’m hoping today is one where there’s only a handful of women here to audition.

  As I sit here with Tonya, Blood, the club Prez, Crave, Carver, and Ledge, I hear the door open and a few women walk in. Glancing at them, I can already tell they’re only here because they want to ride biker cock and they could give a flying fuck about working for us. That’s not what we’re here for, we’re here for auditions and to hire at least one girl that will take her job seriously. I roll my eyes as I look at Crave and he smirks in my direction before turning to look back at the women.

  They’re nothing we haven’t seen on a weekly basis. The women standing before us are all skinny as fuck with their bones showing, bottle blondes, and trying to get our attention by wearing barely any clothes and sticking their fake as fuck tits out. I’m not interested in their shit when we have sweetbutts at the clubhouse that will offer us what we want without expecting more than we want to give.

  Just before Tonya goes to talk, the door opens one more time and I swear to God my heart stops in my chest as the most beautiful woman walks through the door. I’ve seen her around town a few times, yesterday being the last time I saw her as she was walking down the street pushing a stroller.

  This woman has long legs I want wrapped around my hips as I pound away into her. She’s got long dark blonde hair that hangs to her waist with curls in it and blue eyes that are not only bright, but they have a cornflower look to them. I want to grab her hair and see if it’s as soft and silky as it looks. She hasn’t put anything in it like the rest of the girls do to make their hair stand up. I hate that shit because their hair is stiff as fuck and your hands get stuck in the shit instead of gliding through it. Her lips are full and plump; the kind I want to watch wrap around my cock while she bobs her head up and down.

  Today she’s wearing short as hell shorts and a black top. I can see the barest hint of skin peeking out between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her shirt. Her tits are sitting high and I can tell from here they’re real and not fake. They bounce slightly as she walks toward the other women. My head may be pointed down toward the table, but I’m definitely looking at the girl before me. And I can’t help but feel her fucking eyes on me too. She’s definitely looking at me, the same way she did yesterday when we cruised by her slow as fuck.

  My attention isn’t on the first three women dancing on stage as Tonya lets them go for just over a minute a piece. I pick at the label on my bottle and don’t take my gaze off the table or the girl standing off to the side waiting for her turn to go on the stage. She’s nervous as hell, but she’s standing as if she owns the fucking world and it’s a massive turn on.

  I don’t want a fucking ol’ lady, but this woman is doing something to me. I’m not sure what the fuck it is about her that makes my cock stand up at attention and pulls me to her. Every time I see her, she’s alone with a little boy. That tells me she’s obviously with someone and has a child, so I’ve left her alone. I’m not the type of man who is going to come between a man and woman because I only want one or two nights with a bitch before I’m walking away. Not quite a hit it and quit it guy, but pretty damn close to it. Sweetbutts never get a second shot in my bed though because they get shit twisted and think you’re going to make them your ol’ lady.

  If I’m being honest with myself, I’m getting tired of fucking the sweetbutts and random women I meet in bars and on the road. I don’t want a woman, but a steady fuck is something I think I could handle doing. We hook up when we need, or want, to and then leave one another alone the rest of the time. I wonder if blondie would be willing to do something like that because the more I watch her, the more I feel as if a fuck or two wouldn’t be enough to get her out of my system.

  Finally, it’s time for her to take the stage. My eyes lift to meet hers as Cherry Pie blares through the speakers. She moves to the beat and it’s not long before her eyes are closing, and a small smile graces her beautiful face. Today it’s covered in make-up but kept light and almost non-existent. Every other time I’ve seen her, there hasn’t been any make-up on her face. I prefer that to seeing her this way; the natural look is definitely sexier on her.

  As her hips sway and she runs her hands over her body to the beat of the music, my cock goes hard as fuck. Especially when it seems as if she’s dancing for me and only me. I also watch the other men, besides Blood, reach down and adjust their cocks under the fucking table. Fuck them! This woman is mine!

  Damn! Where did that thought come from? I don’t want to claim her, I just want her in my damn bed. Or hers. But I have to know if she’s with someone first.

  Tonya and Blood don’t stop the song like they did for the other women; they let it play through and I’m fucking thankful for it. Watching her move her toned body is something that’s capturing my attention the longer she’s up on stage. She keeps her eyes closed and continues moving until the song comes to an end. I can hear the women behind us talking shit about her and I want to shut them the fuck up. Tonya and Blood can hear them too and I know they won’t be hired for Legacies. We run it much like the club and keep it all about family. That’s the best way to keep our employees happy so we don’t have a high turn around.

  When the girl walks from the stage, I watch her even though my eyes look as if I’m still watching the table in front of me. After she takes her seat behind us, Carver gets up and goes to grab some beer from the bar. Once he’s handed them all out, I hear her tell the other girls she doesn’t drink, and I’m intrigued. Is she even old enough to work here?

  We don’t hire anyone that’s not at least twenty-one. Most will hire a girl as young as eighteen, but not us. Blood and Tonya don’t want any young
bitches in here that will cause trouble and bring unnecessary drama in the club.

  Carver asks her if she wants a bottle of water and she refuses that too. I’m not sure if she thinks she has to pay for it or what, but that’s not the case. I want to walk over and grab her one, but I’m not going to push shit with her just yet. Not until I know what’s going on with her and if she has a man at home waiting for her. I’m really hoping she doesn’t because if she does, I’m ready to beat the fuck out of the man. Who would let a woman like her strip if they were with her? I know if she were my woman there’s no way in hell she’d be taking her clothes off for a bunch of strange men.

  “Alright. We’re going to go over your performances and we’ll make our decision in a few minutes. You girls sit tight, and we’ll be back soon,” Tonya says, standing from the table as we all do and walk toward the hallway in the back.

  Once we’re sure they won’t be able to hear us talking, Blood speaks up.

  “Those other bitches aren’t gettin’ hired. They’ll cause shit we don’t want to deal with,” he says.

  “I agree. They want to ride our cocks and that’s it,” I tell the group.

  “What about the last one?” Tonya asks, looking at me and only me.

  I shut my mouth and wait for the rest of them to speak up.

  “She’s too innocent,” Blood speaks up. “I’m not sure she’ll last long here.”

  “She’s sexy as hell and I know our customers will go fuckin’ insane for her,” Crave says. “She might be innocent, but that’s what they want to see.”

  “Bounce, what do you think?” Tonya asks.

  “She’s innocent, but it’s in a way that’s sexy. She doesn’t have the experience of dancin’ in front of anyone and I got that from her eyes closin’ while we watched her. It will only add to the experience and not a single one of you can argue that shit,” I answer her. “I saw you all adjust your fuckin’ cocks while she was dancin’.”

  “I agree with Bounce,” Tonya says. “I want her to work for us. There’s a story and she’s the one that wants to work and isn’t worried about getting biker cock in her.”

  “All in agreement?” Blood asks.

  We all nod our heads. Tonya and the rest of us walk back out to the main room of the club. The three bitches we’re not going to keep are shown to the door while the blonde bombshell remains seated at the table. I can hear them whining and bitching as Breaker makes sure they don’t come back in the club. We’ve had it happen before and these women can be fucking vicious.

  “What’s your name, honey?” Tonya asks her.

  “Sydney Thompson,” she answers, trying to keep her voice strong while facing us down.

  “Welcome to the family, Sydney,” Tonya says. “I’d like you to meet my ol’ man, Blood. He’s the President of the Kings Vengeance MC. This is Crave, Carver, Ledge, and Bounce. The big guy outside is Breaker. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to get one of the guys you see in here to help you. Bounce and Breaker are usually here most nights as bouncers.”

  “It’s nice to meet you all,” she responds, looking directly at me as she speaks.

  I stick my hand out for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you too, Syd,” I tell her.

  It feels like a jolt of electricity shoots through me at the small contact between us. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Instead of pulling away like my first response is telling me to do, I hold on to her hand for a little longer than I should. And I’m not the only one to feel it. Sydney looks up at me with wide eyes and a shocked look on her face.

  “Well, Sydney, here’s some paperwork you’ll need to fill out for us. Heaven will be working with you on routines and making sure you have everything you need to start working here in a few days. I’ll be talking to her after your first practice to see how long she thinks you’ll need before we can add you in to the rotation,” Tonya tells her as we all sit down at the large table.

  Tonya and Blood get up from the table and head to the office. They still have to give her the rules and go over what she’ll need to buy for when she’s on rotation. I’m not leaving here until she does. Hell, thinking of fucking a sweetbutt is out the window now that I know she’s going to be working here.

  I don’t take my eyes off her as she fills out the paperwork in front of her. She’s got her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth and it turns me on. Everything about her turns me on it seems. Taking my eyes from her, I silently let the guys know she’s off limits. This woman is mine for as long as we last and there’s no way in hell they’ll be touching her. The three men next to me nod their heads as she fills out the paperwork.

  Once she’s done, I take the paperwork and look over her information. She lives in a shitty part of town and is single. But that doesn’t necessarily mean she isn’t with someone. I’m not going to ask her right now either. Not in front of the guys. But they know how I am about fucking someone in a relationship.

  Carver takes the paperwork from me and looks over it. “You live in a rough neighborhood. You got a man with you there?”

  He’s finding out for me. I fucking love my family because he’s making this easy for me.

  “Oh, no. It’s just Karson and I at the house,” she answers. “So, I mean yeah there’s a male in the house.”

  “He takes care of you?” Ledge asks.

  “I wouldn’t exactly say that,” she answers evasively.

  Well fuck. Now I don’t know if she’s with someone or not. But I’ll be looking into whoever this Karson guy is. Actually, I’ll have Spec look into it. Once I know for sure what’s going on with her, all bets are off. She’ll be screaming my damn name and any other guy she’s fucked won’t even be a memory for her. Yeah, I’m that damn confident in my ability to make her mine and forget other guys even exist.

  Tonya and Blood walk back out to join us. She’s got a bunch of papers in her hand and ready to go for Sydney.

  “Here you go, Sydney. The rules are in here along with a schedule for practicing with Heaven. She’ll be in later today, so you won’t get to meet her until tomorrow morning. Bounce, you want to walk her out to her car?” Tonya asks. “It was nice to meet you, again.”

  “Thank you so much for the job. You really don’t know what it means,” Sydney answers, standing up and taking the papers from Tonya’s hand.

  Fuck! This girl is way too innocent for the likes of me or Legacies. But I’m a selfish man and I’m not going to let her go. She just doesn’t know it yet. At least until we’ve had our fun and worked one another out of our systems.

  Chapter Five

  Sydney a.k.a Delight

  ONCE I’M DONE, Bounce takes the paperwork from me and looks over my information. I can just imagine what he’s thinking as he looks it over and I really hope I’m not fired before I get the chance to make money because of where I live or the fact I’ve only had one job at a daycare. Knowing the club owns this, I didn’t lie on my paperwork because they’ll be doing a background check on me. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that.

  Carver is the next one to take the paperwork I’ve just filled out. “You live in a rough neighborhood. You got a man with you there?”

  Here we go. I make sure my shoulders don’t slump down in defeat at the knowledge of where I live.

  “Oh, no. It’s just Karson and I at the house,” I answer. “So, I mean yeah there’s a male in the house.”

  “He takes care of you?” Ledge asks.

  “I wouldn’t exactly say that,” I answer evasively.

  They don’t need to know about Karson just yet. Eventually I’ll have to tell Tonya at least, but for now it’s my secret to keep. Or they’ll find out when they run my name. Because of the circumstances, the case isn’t sealed, and I know it’s only a matter of time before the entire club knows about Karson and the life I used to live. That’s just my luck.

  Tonya and Blood walk back out to join us. She’s got a bunch of papers in her hand as they make their way back over to t
he table.

  “Here you go, Sydney. The rules are in here along with a schedule for practicing with Heaven. She’ll be in later today, so you won’t get to meet her until tomorrow morning. Bounce, you want to walk her out to her car?” Tonya asks. “It was nice to meet you, again.”

  “Thank you so much for the job. You really don’t know what it means,” I respond, standing up and taking the papers from Tonya’s hand.

  I’m not sure why Bounce would need to walk me to my car since it’s just outside and no one else seems to be out there. Plus, Breaker is more than likely still outside. I didn’t hear a bike leave after the other girls were taken out of the club. I don’t say a word though because this may just be how they are.

  Bounce stands from the table and I can’t help but let my gaze fall to the bulge in his jeans. It’s not small by any means and a tremor flows through my body at the thought of him having sex with me. I’ve never had a reaction to any man the way I do with him. It’s not just about sex either. When he took my hand in his it was like a jolt of electricity or something flowed from him to me. I’ve met men and shaken hands with them, and never felt anything like it before. Now, he’s supposed to walk me to my car, and I have to act normal.

  As we leave the table, Bounce puts his hand on my lower back. I’m instantly hit with a warm feeling and another shot of electricity flowing through me. The shiver that races through my body can’t be hidden from him and I know he feels it when I look up in his face and see the smirk on his face. This man is going to be the death of me.

  “So, you’ll be here in the mornin’ to train with Heaven. She’s been here a while,” Bounce says, his deep voice washing over my body and making me feel safe. “She trains all the new girls. The others help out if they’re here, but usually it’s Heaven. She’s also a waitress. Make sure you know the rules of the club and your schedule with Heaven. If there’s an issue, you can work it out with her tomorrow.”