by K E Osborn
I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes in annoyance. She’s so fucking headstrong. But I guess that’s why I like her. Well, if she’s going to go in no matter what, then I’m just going to have to go and watch her to make sure there’s no trouble.
“Well, if you’re going, so am I.”
Her eyebrow raises up and she smirks. “Really? You’re coming to Strapless?” I nod and she smiles wide like maybe that’s what she was hoping for. “For how long?”
“You’re entire shift, I’ll take you in and bring you home.”
She jumps slightly on the spot like she’s excited. “Okay, deal.”
Chuckling to myself, I wonder if that was her plan all along. She wanted to go in, but wanted me to go just to make her feel safe. Well, honestly, I’d give her anything she wanted. So if that means sitting at a strip joint for six hours, then I’m going to do it.
“When do you need to go?”
She looks up at the clock above the bar. “Oh shit, like now.” She grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the clubhouse door. I guess we’re going to Strapless—right now.
Chapter Twenty
Skye kisses me quickly on the cheek then rushes off out the back to get ready for her shift. Watching her tonight, and seeing other men come in here watching her too is going to be hard, but at least I know if anything goes down I’ll be here to protect her. Making my way up to the bar, I glance at Vin, who’s looking a little worse for wear with a cast on his left arm and butterfly stitches on his eyebrow above a black eye.
“You look like shit!”
Vin laughs and shrugs. “You should see the other guy.”
Pursing my lips, I nod. “I did… he looked fine to me.”
Vinnie laughs and shakes his head grabbing a bottle of bourbon from behind the bar. “You smartarse fucking prick.”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist. But really, how are you doing? You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, I’m fine, a broken bone and a cut eyebrow won’t stop me, son. Now here’s your drink, fuck off to a booth so I can get on with my work will ya?”
Laughing, I grab my freshly poured three fingers of bourbon and walk over to the booth in front of Skye’s stage. The music comes on and I instantly recognize it as Lick by Joi. The sounds at the beginning of the song remind me of people hitting glass or something, I’m not sure, it’s a strange sound. The beads at the back of the stage part and my beauty walks out wearing a slutty police outfit, and I smirk at how inappropriate this is. If only she knew.
She looks down at me and smiles as she starts her routine. The place isn’t very busy tonight, just a few stragglers here and there. The other girls came in too, they didn’t want to be pushed out of their work by the Mexicans either. They breed these club girls tough in Virginia.
The front door opens and a guy walks in with short hair, slouching into himself and shuffling like he’s hiding something. Tensing up, instantly I try to look at him closer and notice his face, he looks Hispanic, maybe Puerto Rican and I’m on edge.
Sitting up taller, I watch him as he walks in and takes up a seat in the booth next to me. He doesn’t seem to have any other lackeys with him, so that eases my nerves slightly. He calls over the waitress and orders a beer. He has an Australian accent, nothing Mexican or Hispanic about it. I’m eased a little further by that too. I still can’t help but jump to the conclusion that he’s a part of the Cartel. I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but you also can’t be too fucking careful either. I need to find out, so I stand up and walk over to his booth, he looks up at me taking in my tall stature and raises his eyebrows as I slide into the booth next to him.
The man looks at me like he is freaking out. “Umm… hi?” he says more like a question than a statement.
“Why are you here?” I ask getting straight to the point.
His head jolts back and his brows scrunch together tightly as he purses his lips. “Umm… to watch the girls dance and to get drunk. I had a fight with my missus. Wait, why am I telling you this? Who the fuck are you?”
Tensing up, I stiffen my posture and sit taller towering over him. “Do you know José?”
He raises his eyebrow and shakes his head in honest surprise. He doesn’t know, he’s not with the Cartel. “Who the fuck is José? I think you have me confused?”
Nodding, I sit down in the seat lower making myself less intimidating. “Sorry, just making sure.”
He nods and starts to slide out of the booth around the other side. “Right, well, I might just go.”
I shake my head. “No, sorry, stay, enjoy the show. The girls are great.”
He frowns and takes a deep breath. “Not like my girl, though, she’s amazing.”
Smiling, I tilt my head. “Oh yeah?”
He smiles and nods. “Yeah, Star? She’s my angel.”
Furrowing my brows, I purse my lips. “Then why are you here?”
He shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I had a habit years ago, one that’s rearing its ugly head. She doesn’t like it, but it’s part of me you know?”
I smirk. “Some kind of kink?”
He chuckles. “No, she loves kink, trust me, if only you knew.” He leans in. “It’s drugs, ecstasy. I can’t fucking kick it.”
My ears prick up as I think about Mad Dog’s idea for the lackeys. I know this guy’s fate if I bring him into this world. I know where he’ll end up. It’s not gonna be a pleasant road for him. Do I really want to do that to him? But at the same time, do I not want to not do what my President has ordered of me? I hate this being torn in two bull-fucking-shit all the time.
Pick a side Stealth!
We need lackeys to store the drugs in preparation for them to distribute.
This could be the guy.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Carlos, but people call me Papi.”
Smiling, I’ve made up my mind.
Club first.
“Well Papi, what if I told you I could give you eccys in exchange for you storing some product for me and also a cash bonus as well?”
He furrows his brows and takes a deep breath. “So all I would have to do is store some of it for you?”
I nod and he exhales running his hand over his stubbly head. “Can I think about it?”
“Sure, it’s a big decision, but be quick about it or the deal will go to someone else.” I feel sorry for Papi, this guy will be screwed over by me in the end just like everyone else. I’m just going to fuck up everyone’s lives at this club. I’m an arsehole!
“How can I contact you?” he asks.
I look around and notice Skye. “See that girl there, her name is Skye. Tell her to tell Stealth that you’re in. Give her your details, and I’ll arrange for your shipment to be delivered to you.”
He nods and chews on his lips as his eyes dart around the room like he’s nervous. “Okay question, Stealth. What kind of name is that? A road name? As in bikers?”
Looking right into his eyes, I watch him intently. “That a problem?”
He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “No. You’ll have your answer tomorrow.”
Nodding, I smile. “I hope to be doing business with you, Papi.”
“Yeah… we’ll see.” He stands up and turns his back to me walking away to the front door as fast as he can, without breaking into a run. Smiling at his nervousness as he exits the premises, I take a deep breath. In a way I hope he turns it down. He seems like a decent kid. He doesn’t need the shit that will come with being one of Mad Dog’s lackies.
Six hours later Skye has finally finished her shift. It’s three in the morning and we’ve arrived back at the clubhouse. Walking in the clubroom is quiet, but there’s still a few stragglers up for the morning, including Mad Dog, which I’m happy about. I need to talk to him about Papi and the possible lackey position.
Turning to Skye and kiss her cheek. “Wait for me in bed. I’ll be in, in a bit, just gotta talk to the Prez for a sec, ‘kay?”
Coughing softly to gain his attention, his head snaps around and he drops his phone on the table. “Shit Stealth, sneaking up will give people heart attacks. I’m sure we’ve talked about this?”
Smirking, I pull out a seat next to him and exhale. “Sorry, anyway, I was at the club tonight and a guy came in, could be good for a drug lackey. I told him what the deal was, he seems interested, and he’s going to tell Skye his answer tomorrow.”
He smirks and squints his eyes at me like he’s trying to work me out. It’s weird he’s never done that before. He chuckles and slaps my shoulder. “Steel was right about you, you’re an asset to this club and it’s so good to have you on our side. We can trust you, no matter what.” I’m not sure if he’s being sarcastic in his tone or just sounding a little off. But something is certainly strange about his attitude right now.
“Right, well, thanks, Prez. That means a lot coming from you.”
He chuckles. “It should, I’d hate for anything bad to happen to you. You know if anything were to be misunderstood or anything, things could turn ugly.”
Furrowing my brows, I shake my head slightly as my heart rate spikes a notch. “I’m not sure I follow?”
He laughs and slaps my back. “Me either, I’m tired and don’t even know what I’m talking about half the time. Thanks for finding me a lackey, we’ll set up a meet with him in due course. Good work, Stealth. Good teamwork, son.” He rubs my hair like you would do a little kid and then walks off in the other direction.
Running my hands through my tussled hair, I shake my head wondering what the fuck just happened. Mad Dog is being extra weird tonight. Maybe he’s drunk and actually doesn’t know what he’s saying.
I’ll chalk it up to that.
Taking a deep breath, I turn and head for my room feeling more than a little frustrated.
Opening my door, I look in to see Skye naked on my bed. Smiling, I relax my shoulders and step in shutting the door behind me. This is exactly what I need to unwind right now. She smirks at me as I saunter in and start to unbuckle my belt.
“Thought you could do with some lovin’.”
Nodding, I smirk. “You thought correct.”
She stands up from the bed just as I unbutton my jeans and pull down the zip. She walks up to me and slides my jeans down my legs squatting down with them as they fall. She looks up at me through her lashes and I smile wide knowing exactly what she has in mind. Her knees hit the carpet, and her hand moves in gripping the base of my cock, as I stand at the edge of my bed with my pants down around my ankles and her kneeling in front of me. Licking her lips, she smiles up at me as I take a deep calming breath. My cock hardens completely in her hand. She grins mischievously and brings her lips to the head of my throbbing cock.
Her tongue darts out and licks the tip of my head as her hand strokes the base of my cock and it’s like heaven. I need this. I’m frustrated and a release is in order. She brings her lips down over the tip of my cock, her warm mouth slowly taking me inside her. Moaning slightly as my hips rock forward pushing further into her mouth, she sheaths her teeth and starts to bob up and down on my length while tugging on the base of my cock.
The heavenly friction is painfully euphoric as my hand moves to her hair and fists, grabbing stands of her locks in my fingers. Aiding in her plight to get me off, she removes her hand from the base of my cock and I glance down wondering what she’s doing. She grabs my thighs to steady herself, and then my cock slides effortlessly toward the back of her mouth. My eyes roll into the back of my head as it continues past the back of her tongue and into her throat. A low growl erupts from my chest as she pushes me down without any gag at all.
She pulls back torturously slowly and then moves in deep throating me again. My groan echoes through my room bouncing off the walls and resounding in my ears. She’s so fucking good at this, and my balls start to pull up and she withdraws and places her hand at the base of my cock, starting her tugging and bobbing action again.
My legs have pins and needles and my balls pull up so tightly that my head falls back while a groan erupts from my mouth as I grab her hair and start to fuck her mouth. My hips move quickly as her silky wetness engulfs my cock surrounding me in a slick warmth. Instantly, a tingle shoots down my spine and my body flushes with insatiable heat. Clenching my eyes tight, flashes of light blast brightly behind them as my balls pull up and my cock throbs jolting in her mouth.
Intense pressure builds up in my cock and it jerks, as my balls constrict and everything tingles as the pressure builds to maximum capacity and then explodes, letting out all my pent up frustrations out with it. I groan loudly as my cum flows like a river into Skye’s mouth. I let go of her hair and move my hand down to her cheek caressing it tenderly while slowly rocking back and forth milking the last of my orgasm out as she sucks the juices from my cock.
“Fuck Skye,” I moan out as she pulls off me with a popping sound and looks up through those gorgeous lashes.
She swallows and grins. “Now can you tie me up and pay back the favour?” she asks with a smirk and I grin wildly as she stands up sauntering back over to the bed.
Grabbing my running shorts off the desk, I pull out the drawstring and smile at her. “Put your wrists together gorgeous, I’ll show you how being tied up can be an absolute pleasure.”
It’s the next night and Skye’s just left for work after spending an hour on Skype with her brother. I told her if a Puerto Rican man called Papi comes in and talks to her, not to be scared. That he just has a message for me, and for her to relay it back to me as soon as she can. Watching her car drive off out of the compound, I amble back into the clubhouse. I don’t have much to do today except wait for the call. As I walk in, I notice the guys have moved a space in the middle of the clubroom floor and they have a Twister board game set up. They’re all pretty drunk—they’ve been drinking since midday. The game is looking kind of interesting, so I wander over and take a seat in the spare lounge chair. Jess comes over and throws the board game dial at me. I catch it and glance at her with a smirk.
“Good, you be the tosser, I’m going in,” Jess says kicking off her shoes.
Raising my eyebrow, I smirk and purse my lips. “Tosser? What?” I ask.
She shakes her head and huffs. “Spinner, or what the fuck ever. Just spin the dial, Stealth.”
Laughing, I flick the spinner on the board as Jess jumps from foot to foot eagerly waiting to join the game. “Okay, Jess, right hand red.”
She moves in next to Jigsaw and blows him a kiss. He smirks as his left hand is on blue and both his feet are on yellow.
Looking around at everyone who’s eager to play, I tilt my head. “So what’s the deal here anyway?”
Lookout chuckles and charges his beer into the air spilling some of it onto the twister mat. I smirk as no one else seemed to notice in their drunken stupor. “Girls versus guys. Girls who fall take off all their clothes. Guys who fall get a punch in the motherfucking guts.”
I laugh along with everyone else at the rules of this drunken Twister match, and shake my head that a bunch of burly bikers even have a Twister board.
Techie steps up with a stein of beer in his hand and takes a large sip, nods his head, belches and looks right at me. “Right, my turn bitches.”
Chuckling to myself, I spin the dial again. “Techie, right foot green.”
Techie casually walks up to the green spot and plants his foot on it taking another large gulp of his beer.
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�My turn,” Jodi says and so I spin again.
“Left hand yellow.”
Jodi moves on bending down putting her arse right in front of Jigsaw’s face. He groans and shakes his head chewing on his bottom lip.
“Bun’s flare a heat insatiable,” Jigsaw groans through gritted teeth and Jodi laughs waggling her arse right in his face some more, as I smirk at his hormones.
“It’s my turn motherfuckers,” Lookout chirps jumping on the spot and gyrating against the side of the lounge suite.
We all chuckle as I spin the dial. “Left foot on blue.”
Lookout steps in behind Jigsaw and smiles so wide it makes me think he’s up to something. “Do me again fucker.”
“Wait your turn!” Jess calls out.
“The more turns he has Jess, the quicker he will fall,” Techie suggests then lets out another loud belch.
“Oh yeah, do Lookout again then,” Jess agrees.
Lookout fist pumps the air and smiles. “Yes, motherfuckers!”
I spin the dial. “Right hand green.”
Lookout laughs as he bends over the top of Jigsaw as if he’s doing him doggy style and places his hand on the green dot. Jigsaw groans as Lookout chuckles along with the rest of us at the sheer awesomeness of how this looks. Lookout brings his free hand down and grabs Jigsaws arse cheek, he flinches and his head shoots back glaring at Lookout, who laughs hard. “You been working out, Jigsaw? Your arse is mighty tight in those jeans. You been pounding it hard, big boy?”
My chest heaves with laughter as Jigsaw struggles against Lookout’s groping hand.
“To touch is to feel!” Jigsaw sneers in a gruff voice, as he turns around slapping at Lookout’s hand.
“Oh, what strong hands you have, strong hands and a tight arse!”
I laugh hard knowing exactly what Lookout is doing. He’s making Jigsaw uncomfortable so he will fall. One less competitor. So much for men against women. Looks like it’s all in for themselves.
