by T. L Smith
“Aria, you’re a lady, sit like one.” Aria rolls her eyes and gives her the finger. I stifle a laugh and Aria catches me and winks.
“Sit,” Zeke orders. They all sit and I watch as they do, noticing they listen to what he says, even the man who looks like he’s in charge of both these girls. Maybe not so much Aria, she seems to be in a league of her own.
“Who’s the blonde?” the man asks Zeke, but his eyes are on me, appraising me.
“Bexley, this is Dominic,” he says pointing to the man, and then points to each of the girls. “Aria,” he says pointing to the dark haired beauty, she smirks and it just makes her that much more stunning. “Sarena,” he says ending it with the red-haired woman.
“Aria, I hear you’re helping boom my business,” Zeke says sitting back in his seat and staring at her. I should be jealous, these women who surround him are stunning, smart talking women. Maybe not all that much in the smart area, but at least in the smart-ass mouth area. Aria smirks, and says something to her that makes her turn to him and she rolls her eyes. I can see a muscle tick in Dominic’s neck and smile. I don’t find her threatening, I find her fresh. She doesn’t care what they think of her.
“I’m a boomer, baby, no one can say no to me.” She smiles seductively, and I know with that statement she’s right. Dominic snorts at her remark and she smacks his arm. He’s very attractive with short dark hair, a strong build, and a mysterious look about him. And I can tell he favors Aria over Sarena straight away.
“How many a month, Aria?” Zeke asks getting straight to the point of whatever the hell job she does.
“At least once a week, sometimes more.” She smiles proudly, and I wonder what is it that she does.
“She your puller, Dominic?” Zeke asks turning to face Dominic while asking him the question.
“That she is.” He smiles proudly. Aria ignores the exchange and reaches across the table to where a quiet Dunk is sitting. She grabs his Corona from his grasp and chugs it back. This earns her a hearty laugh that makes everyone look at him. He doesn’t notice as his eyes are firmly on Aria.
“You sure as fuck are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, babe,” Dunker says to Aria. To which she places the beer down and smiles angelically and drops down in her chair. I watch her wondering why she’s suddenly changed her demeanor, when all of a sudden Dunker screams from his seat, “Fuckkk!”
“Don’t call me, babe, again,” she says still with that innocent smile on her face. Dunker stands, holding his junk, and I burst out laughing realizing what she’s done. She’s grabbed him in his private parts.
“Did you have to try to castrate my cock with your hand?” he whines at her.
“Yes! Now you know not to do it again.” She repeats her grin. I like her, I like her a lot.
“Well, this has been fun and all, but my brother is waiting for me. Toodles,” she says standing. She leans down and kisses Dominic on the cheek, then Sarena and then she comes to me. “Want to escape?” she whispers. I nod my head and she smiles and reaches for my hand to pull me up. I look down to Zeke, who’s trying to contain his smirk.
“I’m…” looking to Aria, wondering where we’re going, “going with Aria,” I finish the sentence. He nods his head and turns back to the table. I chance my luck at last night’s affection and reach down and kiss his cheek, and he turns and kisses my lips leaving me breathless.
I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.
~Jennifer Aniston~
Aria has a filthy mouth, that’s one of the first things I learned about her. Next she has a scorching hot twin brother, who’s extremely flirtatious. He’s in the back seat of her car and I can feel his eyes on me. They have a lot of the same features, same hair, same eyes, and both beautifully sun-kissed tanned.
“So, Bexley, you single?” Jagger asks from the back seat. Aria turns around and smacks his head.
“You fucking idiot, she’s with Zeke.” Jagger looks to me, and he starts assessing me, probably wondering why.
“Are you?” he asks, not sounding sure of his sister’s presumption.
“Yes, we live together,” I tell him.
He smiles and sits back with his hands in his lap. “Never seen him in a relationship before,” he mutters.
“How do you know, Zeke?”
“I’m a lawyer, we handle all his business cases.”
I so did not expect him to say he’s a lawyer. Yes, he’s good looking, but he just seems to be a laid back dude, not a stiff lawyer.
“Bexley, where ya from?” Aria asks pulling up in front of a sex shop.
I give her a puzzled look and answer, “New York.”
She slides out of the car and we all follow. Jagger hanging behind when I turn to look to see where he is, his eyes are glued to my ass. He catches on that I spotted him and winks, and his eyes go back to my ass. That gets him another smack in the head from Aria.
“Do you have a death wish?” she asks shaking her head.
The girl behind the counter smiles at Aria and pulls out a box from under the counter. Aria lifts the lid and inside is a leather outfit. I must pull a face ‘cause she smiles and says, “I’m a bad girl, Bexley, you’ll learn this.” She has a hint of seriousness to her voice. I don’t know if she’s telling me the truth, but I choose to believe her. We walk around the shop and I stop at a section that’s full of vibrators and handcuffs.
Jagger walks up behind me and points to a small one. “Women love this one,” he says, it has dolphin inscribed on it. I decide to go back to the counter and wait with Aria. She grabs some other things that I’m not entirely sure what they are, a lot look like forms of restraint. Then she walks out with us following.
Aria gets a call, and she tells us that she needs to go to work. She drops Jagger off first to his house and then takes me back to Zeke’s.
“Is he good to you?” she asks as we pull into the driveway. I shrug my shoulders, not sure how to answer. “Don’t let him walk all over you,” she says. I open the door and she waves me off, then speeds off down the driveway like a race car driver. When I enter the house, Zeke’s in his office on the phone, his brows scrunched together deep in thought. He must hear me because he hangs up and walks across the room to me, not looking very happy.
“I don’t think Aria is the best company for you to be keeping,” he tells me like he can dictate who I see. Which doesn’t make me happy considering what I’ve given up to be with him, with nothing but sex in return. I huff and turn away to leave, ignoring him as I go.
“Bexley, while you’re with me you will choose your company wisely.”
“Wisely? You’re the one that introduced me to these people. What is it that they do, Zeke? Why can’t I be around them?” I keep my voice calm, composed as it can be in this situation.
“It’s none of your business what they do. I told you not to ask questions. You’re on a need-to-know basis, and right now you don’t need-to-know.”
I want to throw something at his face and smash it. “Fuck you,” I scream and walk away. He follows; I didn’t think he would, he never follows me.
“Don’t test me, Bexley, I won’t have it,” he says from behind me. I swing around and I’m instantly in his face. His hard gray eyes on me telling me he’s either angry or horny, I cannot determine which one.
“Don’t test you,” I say, taking a step back while undoing the top button of my shirt showcasing my breasts. “Don’t,” I whisper undoing my shorts letting them drop to the floor. “Test,” I say with more sex in my voice than I’ve ever heard before while removing the rest of my shirt. His eyes are now trained on me, roaming my body. “Me,” I say the last word and unclasp my bra. He takes a tentative step in my direction. I stop him with my palm, shaking my head no. His face grows even harder, apparently not impressed by my actions, but very clearly turned on.
“Bexley,” he warns.
“Zeke,” I retort.
I fight with myself, wanting what he can give me, but not caving. “I can make myself scream tonight, Zeke,” I say walking backwards, my eyes trained on him. My knees hit the bed and I drop back, opening them wide. His eyes don’t blink as he looks me over, stopping on my wet pussy. My hand runs down over my breast, trailing lower until I touch myself. I’ve never done this before with someone’s eyes on me. But I want his power removed, and I want the power for a change.
“One or two,” I ask him, indicating dipping my fingers in. “Two,” I say and insert two as my head drops back. I’m severely turned on, so wet and horny. He could take me right now and I wouldn’t say no. I rub my thumb over my clit, pushing my fingers in and out, my eyes are closed. Enjoying every single second of it.
I feel my body building; feeling the intense pleasure surging through me. I just need more, more to get me there. I open my eyes when my hands are removed. Zeke is standing over me, he lifts my hand that’s now not pleasuring myself, and he takes it and licks my fingers which brings another moan from my lips. He’s fully naked now, I didn’t even see him strip. I was too lost in my own world. His cock is hard, and his chest is hard. His tight ass is squeezed by my hands. He grabs my legs and opens them as wide as possible. Looking down at me, his eyes trained.
“I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you,” he says and he’s in me, not letting me respond to the kind words he’s spoken. And from him, that’s as good as I will get. I know it.
“Tell me more,” I urge lifting my hips, his hips meet mine, slamming into me.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” his voice is hard, in puffs with each breath. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life and it would never get old.”
My heart sings as I grab for him, bringing him as close as humanly possible. “I… really, really like you,” I say, and his eyes change. There is shock, and it registers. He thought I was going to say it. I would have, but a part of me knows better.
“I know,” he says and his lips slam onto mine, nothing in return.
In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.
~Maya Angelou~
She has tricks, useful tricks, and she’s using them against me. I may be able to play with her mind, but she’s proving to be just as good. Though she couldn’t hold up on her end, so that gives me hope.
I meant what I said, though. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Whether I like to admit it or not, she’s worked her way into my life. Placed herself there, unable for me to let her go. Though I know a time will come when I have to as she can’t last forever in my life. My life is not for someone like her. I started in my businesses young, got into dealing drugs and was good at it. Didn’t smoke all my money away, and didn’t do bad deals. My parents didn’t know. I kept my business hidden for years.
My life wasn’t easy though, I’ve been through a lot. I joined the MC when I was eighteen, I met them through my drug dealings. The president at the time suggested I join and I pledged and worked my way up to president. I’ve killed people, I’ve been shot at, and I’ve been stabbed. None of this changed the person I was, it just made me stronger. A man to be feared, but I had something most didn’t. I was smart. I knew how to run a business, how to keep it hidden, and how to employ the right people. And if someone thought they could fuck with me, then they were dead. Questions weren’t asked or needed.
My mother thinks I run restaurants. My father knows about the MC, but nothing more other than that. I’m good at what I do, I have business’s everywhere, and with those businesses I’ve made connections in very high places. Ones that would do anything to help me with what I have on them, all of them. Especially what I have on their wives. They will do anything to protect their image…anything. So the law stays out of my way. It doesn’t interfere with me or my business. I am the most dangerous and richest son-of-a-bitch in America.
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It’s the weekend and that usually means business with clients. Tonight is no different. I’m at a strip club, one that I own with the Hard Knox MC. Dunk is sitting next to me, but his attention is on the stage where a stripper is now completely naked. I bring out a bag of coke that the boys want to test. Test so they can sell. A few of the strippers come over, obviously the sight of drugs has attracted them. One sits on my lap, the other on the other man’s lap. They all line up the coke and snort, even the girls. Me, well, I don’t dabble in that shit anymore. Lost interest, started making me slower than usual, addicted, waiting for my next hit. That’s how I got shot the first time.
“This is going to sell fast, boss,” Dunk says, the vice president of my MC. Yes, that’s right, mine. I have twelve chapters spread over the country, this one being the biggest.
It’s not all I do though, I dabble in a lot. So Dunk takes charge of the club when I can’t, he’s a good man. Always got my back, looking after the things I can’t. The boys cheer in response and slap some of the girls’ asses and they squeal in delight.
“You going to fuck one of these whores tonight, boss?” one of my men asks. He’s new, just patched in. Dunk punches him in the arm and tells him to shut it. I smile and shake my head.
Bexley doesn’t know about a lot of what I do, she knows only of the restaurants and clubs that I own. She helps me out at the front desk of my office two days a week, and sometimes she questions some things, but hardly ever.
My businesses range from primarily black and white, white being the restaurants, my front. My black being my dirtier businesses, the one's Dunk and Dominic look after, the drugs and the sex slaves. That’s how Aria is involved; Dominic picks the girls and runs that side of the business. He’s fucked more than most, he can handle it better than any. The thing is, though, I love a woman’s body, and so I switched a few things up. I don’t sell women for slavery, I sell men. The girls bring them in, and they break them down. Then they’re sold to lonely old women whose husbands are out fucking young girls, who only want them for their money. It’s my best business, and so far, Aria is my biggest money-maker. The men fall at her feet, she breaks them, fucks with their heads, then sells them to the women she picks. No, most of my women don’t get to pick who they’re sold to. Except Aria, she’s in very high and she’s good. Word has gotten out to the lonely housewives at how good the men are that she’s bringing in.
I don’t want Bexley around her too much. Aria has defiance in her, too much defiance for someone who might influence my Bexley. I like her the way she is, at my command. But I can see the way she looks at Aria, she likes her. Likes the way she is, how she takes no shit. I think that’s what attracted her to me as well. She likes strong people, likes to surround herself with them.
The girls wipe their noses and stand, thanking us for the goods and start doing a lap dance on each of us. I don’t object. This is their payment for getting high. I sit back and let the girl who’s wearing a black wig shake her ass in my face in a tiny G-string. She grinds her ass on my lap, making my cock twitch, but nothing more. She turns and stands tall and slowly undoes her bra when she drops it I can’t help but think Bexley does this better. More sex appeal, more emotions in her eyes which shine brightly with want. This girl has one thing on her mind, sex and drugs. That’s all she’s here for, all she wants.
She crawls on my lap, licking a line up my neck. Then she brings another line of coke over and snorts it from my neck. I let her, don’t stop her. She starts grinding herself on me, not doing anything for me but trying to please her boss. Just as her head goes back and her breasts are shoved in my face, she’s removed as fast as she was there. And in her spot stands Bexley, looking very pissed off. And a smiling Aria is standing right behind her.
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
~Martin Luthe
r King, Jr.~
I’m pissed, no scratch that, I want to scrape someone’s eyes out. Zeke is sitting there with a smug smile on his face, not caring that I just saw him with a woman basically screwing him in a strip club. I didn’t plan on seeing him tonight, I came out with Aria and Jagger. It was Jagger’s idea to come to this place. Now I wonder why. Did he know that he would be here and basically screwing a woman? The men around us stand up; I take no notice of them. But I hear Aria’s voice, “I would sit, or fuck off if I were you.” I don’t know what they do, my eyes are solely trained on Zeke. Who’s now sporting a hard on.
“You want a whore?” I ask him, his smile grows wider and I instantly slap him across his face without him having time to react. When he does his facial features become hard, and he stands. I take a step back and hear the murmuring of voices around me, realizing we still have an audience.
“Don’t do that again, Bexley,” he sneers, pressing himself against me, his hard dick touching me. I don’t back down from him, I won’t.
“Don’t fucking touch another woman again,” I shout back at him.
“I told you, I’m not yours, but you are mine. So don’t tell me what to do. Remember the rule, Bexley,” he warns me.
“Oh, I remember your fucking rule, asshole. Fuck you,” I say and go to slap him again. He stops me mid-slap, and I feel Aria step up to my back.
