by Angel Steel
Opening the door, I slip inside and drop my body into the chair sitting in front of the desk that my dad is seated behind.
“Care to explain to me how half the men who work here saw you half-naked in our shop earlier?”
Aww crap! Of course, Max would’ve told him straight away. He had no need to do so, which kind of pisses me off. Leaning forward, I bang my head against the desk and groan.
“The gun jammed up. I tried to unblock it resulting in me being covered in paint. So I took off my shirt and went into the bathroom to clean up,” I mumble.
“You walked down the hall with your tits out?” Chopper growls, his fist slamming down on the desk, jolting me from it.
“God no, Dad. I had an apron covering me. Shit! I’m not that stupid. I do have some dignity left in me,” I growl back at him.
“Jesus. Sorry, baby girl. I hate that these dickheads lust after you with what you wear already. If they keep it up, I’m gonna hurt one or all of them if they can’t keep their damn eyes in their own heads.” I can’t help but laugh at his words. Out of all the dads that I know, my dad is the best. Yeah, he frustrates me at times as any normal parent would, but I love him just the way he is.
“Amelia,” he growls again.
“Sorry. Like I keep telling you, I know how to look after myself, Dad.” I need to get out of here, if I stay any longer more questions will be asked as to why I took too long in the shower and knowing Max, he would’ve counted every damn minute I was in there. Standing from the chair, I walk around and give him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Love you, Dad.”
His hand shoots out and grabs my own before I can move away. “Next time something like that happens, use the work phone in the booth and call the office or better yet put a set of spare clothes in there, so I don’t need to hear the shit from the boys about how much they want to take you. I swear I will kill one of them if I hear another word about you.”
“Promise. I’ll bring in clothing tomorrow. Happy?”
“I’d be happier if you wore more clothing to work, but that will do.”
“I’m not going to argue with you on that. Gotta go and finish up the cycle that I left in the booth then I’ll be heading home.” I wave over my shoulder not allowing my dad to say any more and walk out. Once the door is closed, I lean against it for only a minute to get myself together then make my way back to the booth.
I need to finish the job I started earlier and not on Zane. The only one that’s given me an orgasm in the last four years even if it wasn’t real. I couldn’t do what he did in less than five minutes, let alone twenty minutes. “No. I’m not thinking about him or any part of his body,” I grumble to myself.
Slamming the main door behind me, I find my spray gun sitting and waiting to be used on the table with the right color combination in it. Smiling and grateful that Torch looked over it, I knew I wasn’t going to need to shower again today. Tying the apron around my waist for the last time today, and placing my finger on the trigger, I hold the spray gun and begin to spray, adding the final coat before I can leave and hopefully have a more peaceful night once I was home.
I still didn’t know her name besides what the guys call her around here… Hellcat. And damn, is she that all right. After seeing her retreating back into the bathroom, all thoughts of work went out the damn window to the little Hellcat in the shower as I think about the water cascading over her naked body. Her hands traveling over her body as she starts to wash herself. No matter what I think about, that image of her standing there completely naked and dripping wet lingers in my head. I need to finish the cycle I’m on. It doesn’t help that I’ve tried to erase all kinds of images from my head. I don’t want that. I can’t be thinking of how she’d feel around my fingers as she came apart, or the way she’d moan with every lick of her pussy, every nip, and every suck. Shaking my head. I need to get laid, tonight. Several times I’ve groaned out loud at the images that are flashing before me of her. The looks that Torch and Max give me, well specially Torch, I swear that man knows too much. Max on the other hand laughs and continues on with what he’s doing. I need to get closer to her, more like get to know her more. That’s the reason why I’m here. Not to slide my dick into her. Although I want to badly.
An hour has passed and the cycle is finally together. It took all three of us to complete the bike since it’s getting dropped off this afternoon. Looking over the beautiful piece of metal now standing before me, I dust my hands off on my jeans and shift back admiring the machine. There’s a fascination about building something so beautiful from scratch, knowing you’re a part of it. In this case, placing every piece where it needs to be, connecting to the part that it joins with, and that final moment when you switch it over and the motor comes to life. Yeah, that’s the moment I’m waiting for now.
“Ready boys?” Torch asks as he rests his hand on the throttle.
“Start it up,” I reply. The engine roars to life, the noise echoing throughout the garage as Torch revs the engine several times and drops back allowing it to idle.
“Thank fuck for that. I don’t think I could stay here a minute longer,” Max grumbles out.
Laughing. “I’d have to agree with you there, bro,” I say throwing the rag that’s hooked into my jeans across the room.
“Hellcat will finish the rest of the work tomorrow. Let’s head out boys,” Torch says and moves toward the door.
Stripping my tank top and hanging it over my shoulder as we all make our way to the front, I lift my bag up from where I left it this morning and start to walk to the front door.
“Got plans for tonight, bro?” Torch asks me from behind.
Turning to face him. “Nah, bro, going to head home and have a couple of beers and hit the sack.”
“I’m having a party if you’re interested. We have one every Friday at a different location. Everyone will be there,” Torch says as he walks out the front door with me following behind.
Am I up to partying the night away, no? Do I want to see if Hellcat is going to attend the party, fuck yeah! I know I shouldn’t be getting involved with her, but I can’t hold myself back.
“Plenty of pussy if you need to get laid, bro,” Torch laughs.
I’m all up for getting laid, but not with the pussy he’s referring to. I can’t let on in front of everyone that I want Hellcat. I need to be discrete about it, if I can actually do that. Maybe it’s a good idea if I hook up with someone else instead of her. Try telling my dick that, it wants only one thing. Well, one woman, and it’s her that I need and crave. There’s no way I can fight the desire burning in my veins. Yeah, it’s bullshit thinking this way, when I have only known her for a week, but what the body and mind want you take it for yourself and own that shit. Turning my back to the brothers, I rearrange my dick as best I can handle for now. The way she’s had my dick constantly hard today, I’m going to be buried deep inside of her by the end of the night, even if it kills me.
“Sure bro, wouldn’t miss it,” I tell him. Ripping out a spare shirt that I have in my bag. “Where do I meet you?” I ask as I slide into my pick-up.
Torch sits on his Harley, which is parked near my truck and starts the engine. “At the end of this street. The blue house on the right. You can’t miss it.”
“Sweet, I’ll see you there in an hour or so.”
He taps his fist on the bonnet of my truck and speeds out of the parking area and flies down the street. Shaking my head, I turn over the engine and reverse out, turning in the opposite direction to head home. I need to get my cock under control. I can’t walk into a party with a raging hard-on, although I know once I set my eyes on the little Hellcat it will stand erect and demand her attention. I knew no matter how many times I’d jack myself off to the images of her, I would be constantly hard. It won’t hurt if I knock one out before I arrive at the party tonight.
Changing into third gear, I speed down the road, edgy to get home and allow the sweet images of Hellcat in the shower to consume me, until I
can finally have the real thing. It will happen, I know it. She knows it by the way she’s looked at me. It was going to happen, hopefully, sooner rather than later.
I step out of the cab after paying and glance around the front yard of Torch’s house. Cars and bikes are parked everywhere. There are no allocated spots to park obviously, by the way some of the vehicles sit parked across the yard. Shaking my head, I make my way toward the front door that’s open and follow the blaring music. It’s a little after 9:00 p.m. as I walk through the door and into what look likes the living room.
Bodies are everywhere and more than one together. The sofa has at least two guys with four chicks. Looking around the room at what I’m guessing is the dance floor, there are bodies climbing on top of each other, both men and women. They’re practically fucking right there in front of whoever wants to watch.
“Zane,” someone calls out behind me. Turning around, Torch is making his way to where I’m standing.
“Nice party,” I say pointing to the dance floor.
Laughing. “Yeah, the fun is only starting now. You’re just in time, bro,” Torch says as he slaps me on the back and heads back toward the kitchen where he came from.
“What’s your poison, Zane?” Torch asks as he stops near a table full of booze.
“Beer thanks,” I answer and continue to look around the place. I catch several stares from the women standing around in groups. Some flash me a smile or push their tits out further. Grinning, I take the beer from Torch as he hands it to me.
“So what’s your flavor, man? There’s plenty to pick from here.”
My eyes roam the room in front of me, I only have one flavor and I’m looking around for that one particular woman. I can’t see her in amongst the crowd. Glancing around one final time before I go further into the kitchen, my beer stops at my lips as my eyes land on her. Her hands above her head as she moves her hips and ass to the music that’s playing. A girl pressed to her back doing the same movement as she is. My lips curl up into a grin while I watch on as the girl behind her turns around and pushes her body against Hellcat’s and slowly brings her hands down running them along Hellcat’s arms, tracing them until she rests them on her hips and moves with her.
I swallow my damn tongue as Hellcat rests her head back on the girl’s shoulder while her hands continue to trace up the side of her body. Hellcat’s hands rest on the girl’s jean covered thighs as she grinds her ass into her.
The image in front of me is hot as shit. My dick’s straining against my jeans wanting out, until I notice some dude who starts grinding up against Hellcat. Her arm automatically goes around his neck and the girl behind her steps back and turns to some guy to her right and begins to dance with him. I can’t take my eyes away from Hellcat as she rubs herself all over this guy. My grip tightens around the neck of a beer bottle I’m holding onto.
“See anything you want, Zane?”
Fuck yeah, I do! But some fucking loser is all over her!
I can barely hear Torch’s words as all I see is red. Watching as his hands roam all over the woman I want and by the look of it she’s enjoying every bit of attention she’s getting from him. Lifting the beer to my lips and gulping down half the bottle, I turn away not wanting to see any more of them together. I’m about to say something to Torch when a blonde bombshell walks into the kitchen and pulls a beer from the cooler and leans against the countertop. Oh yeah, I definitely found someone to take my mind off of Hellcat… for the night anyway. Raising my beer toward her and gulping down the rest, she gives me a smile. A sinful one. One that tells me she’s up for whatever I want for the night.
Slapping Torch on the back. “Found what I want, bro.” My eyes never leave her as she continues to stand there across from me swaying her hips to the music as it echoes throughout the house.
Torch shifts to my side and I know he’s looking in the same direction I am. “Damn bro, you want to go with her?” There’s something about the way he’s just said that to me. I should be questioning or asking him about it, but I don’t give a shit. I need sex. I need it now, hard, rough, dirty, all kinds of fucked up sex. That kind where you don’t care what kind of sex. And I want that right fucking now. “Good luck bro, you’ll need it with that one,” is the last thing I hear as I make my way across the kitchen and stop in front of the bombshell.
I’m not here to fuck around. “You want to get out of here?” I lean down to her ear and whisper.
All I receive in return is a nod. Grabbing a hold of her hand, I pull her toward the back door and through it, then make my way around the side of the house. I’m not going to use one of the rooms upstairs where I knew most were heading. Although I don’t mind if someone came in and wanted to watch what I was doing. Shit, I’d done that myself countless times. I have a scratch that I need to itch badly and this fine ass beauty is going to do exactly that for me.
Once around the side of the house, I spin around quickly and pin her body against the wall and press my body to hers, then my mouth crashes down catching the gasp from her lips at how forward I’m being. Her sweet body pushes against my own and the moan that escapes her mouth has my cock pulsating in my jeans wanting inside of her now.
There isn’t going to be anything sweet about what’s happening right at this moment. And by the way this woman’s body is melting into my own… she knew the deal as well. Pushing my leg between her thighs, widening them to where I want them to be, my hand traces from her hip down to her thigh and under the skirt she is wearing. My fingers grazing over her skin until I end up at her panties, and just as quickly as I get there I rip the material away from her body and grab her ass. I lift her from the ground, resulting in her legs being wrapped around my waist. Pushing a hand between our bodies, I remove my throbbing cock from my jeans and reach into the back of my pocket for the condom that I’ve brought with me and slide it down the length of my dick. Her thighs tighten around me. Gripping her hip with one hand, with the other I hold my dick and begin to rub the tip along her opening.
“Fuck me already,” she moans out.
Positioning my cock at her opening, I take one more look into her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I have no idea why I was asking this. She wants this as much as I do.
“Yes! Yes, fucking do it now,” she whimpers.
I thrust in all the way, completely. Breathing through the pleasure that’s building inside of me, I grit my teeth and begin to slide in and out of the wet heat that surrounds my dick. Her heels dig into my bare ass as I relentlessly pound my cock into her pussy. Her nails rake down my back, pushing me harder and harder into her.
Closing my eyes, I slip my hand between us and begin rubbing her hard little nub. Images flash through me of the little Hellcat inside. The way her body moved with that girl. The way her hands slid over her tight little body had me right there on the edge ready to come. Shaking my thoughts away, I open my eyes. My hips pumping back and forth as the woman I’m now fucking has her head back against the wall moaning loudly.
Her hands frantically stroke over my chest, then her nails dig in. Hissing at the slight pain, I remove my fingers from her clit and grab hold of her hands and pin them above her head. I don’t want her mark on me. Rotating my hips, I pull back out until the head of my dick is the only part of me inside of her and slam forward hard.
“Jesus,” she screams out.
My mouth crashes to hers, not wanting anyone to walk out here and see what the deal is. Or was it the fact that I don’t want what is happening now to get back to Hellcat? Of course, it was. Although I want her and the fact that I’ve been warned off of her, I’m still going to have that sweet little thing to myself. Even if it’s for one time, and the fact that it’s probably going to result in my death once the guys at the shop find out.
Her pussy convulses around my dick, as she comes apart. Her back bows from the wall as I swallow the scream that escapes her lips. Pumping my hips several more times, my balls pull tight and then the heat shoots up
my spine as I grunt my release. I slow my movements down until I’m standing there panting, resting my head against the wall beside the woman’s head. She shifts slightly in my grip. Pulling my head away, I pull myself from her pussy and help her down to her feet. Removing the used condom and tying a knot in it, I throw it in the trashcan beside the house. She slides her skirt back down her thighs and fixes up her shirt, that somehow has come undone and smiles at me. Placing my semi-erect dick back in my jeans and zipping up, she steps over to me. While she slides her hand into the small front pocket of her skirt, she stops in front of me.
“Let me know if you ever want to do that again,” she says handing me a business card.
I nod taking the card from her and watch as she turns and heads back the way we came out. Glancing down at the card in my hand, a name of a hairdresser covered the front. Flipping it over,
555-7164
Rosa.
Slipping it in my back pocket, I turn and head back to where the party is raging on. Maybe I can keep her number just in case it doesn’t work out with Hellcat. Sure. It’s my mission to get her in my bed and beneath me. I’m still going to do it, even if it kills me. What happened just now was a one-time deal with Rosa. I need to suppress the urge to take Hellcat for my own. I can’t just take her straight away. I need to get to know her, get inside her head and her body. It’s going to happen between us, and I know that she’ll fight whatever is going on between us. Shit I am too, but it’s worth the fight. For myself, for her, to be with her, no matter what.
