by Marla Monroe
Piper gave her the time stamp from that call off her laptop then waited as the other woman tapped some keys to add it to the list that wouldn’t be allowed to connect with her.
“What if he finds me? He calls all the time and threatens me.”
“He can’t find you, so don’t let it bother you. Just hang up and let us know to add the number to the list.” The operators she spoke to never got overly worried about it. They just went over the rules and all the ways to protect herself then disconnected.
Why does he keep calling me? I don’t recognize his voice from anyone else I’ve talked to, so it isn’t that I’ve pissed him off, I don’t think.
Piper pulled on her hair then jumped when the work phone rang again. They’d had time to block the last number, so this had to be a real paying customer. She swallowed twice to calm her nerves then answered in her normal, husky voice. Her heart beat out a stuttering thump in her chest when she heard the voice of one of her regulars.
“Hi, Amber. What are you wearing tonight?” he asked.
“You caught me getting ready for bed. I have on my pink lacy nightie with the lacy pink thong. What are you wearing, handsome?”
“God, I love the pink one. I’m naked. My dick is rock hard thinking about you sitting over there in that sexy piece of lace. Are you wet for me?”
“Oh, Jeff, I’m always wet for you.”
“Play with yourself for me. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m fingering my pussy. Running my finger up and down my slit. I’m so wet. I’ve got one finger on my clit and wishing it were you touching me.”
Piper picked up one of her props, a bottle of correction fluid and pumped the spongy tip in and out of the bottle so that it sounded like her pussy was juicy just for him.
“Hear how wet I am? It feels so good,” she crooned.
“Damn I want you. Tell me what you want to do to me, Amber. Are you going to suck my dick?”
Piper talked with Jeff for a full thirty minutes before he got off and hung up. She should have stretched it out longer, could have, but she was tired of it all. She wanted to quit but needed the job until her freelance graphic and website development business picked up. She’d take one more call for the night then go to bed.
* * * *
Piper finished the programming for the graphics she’d been working on all morning. After two quickie work phone sessions that lasted about ten minutes each from a couple of her regular clients, she’d immediately started on the web art she’d been hired to create for a website that sold vintage clothes.
She’d taken their inventory and incorporated it in the background on the pages dedicated to sizing charts and order placement. The inventory pages were a snap. She just needed to tweak a few things before she had it finished and ready to go back to the customer for their approval.
She stood and stretched, feeling the kinks in her neck and shoulders from bending over the computer for so long slowly slip away. Sometimes she took a hot shower after working for a long period of time. It loosened and soothed her sore muscles, helping her to relax.
I could use a shoulder rub. Too bad I don’t have a man in my life who could do that for me.
Her work cell rang, startling her. She wasn’t signed in to work yet. It had to be a wrong number or a telemarketer. She picked it up and answered.
“Hello.”
“Hi, Amber. Miss me? You shouldn’t keep blocking my number. It only makes me mad. Did you think I couldn’t find you? I’m going to tie you to the bed and teach you how to behave, bitch. I’ll find you wherever you go, so don’t bother trying to hide from me.”
“Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?”
“You’re a whore. You get guys off with your voice and make them do things they wouldn’t have done if not for you. You’re going to pay. It’s only a matter of time before I find where you’re living. Then I’ll teach you what a whore like you needs to know. You’ll pay.”
She couldn’t take it any longer. Piper hit End and dropped the phone to the table. She grabbed handfuls of her hair and pulled at it. What was she going to do? He’d gotten her phone number somehow. If he could do that, he could find her and come after her. Should she run? He’d said he’d find her no matter where she went, but what choice did she have?
She’d need to get a new number to hook into her work site now. If he found her number, it wouldn’t be long before he found where she lived, as well.
Piper’s personal cell rang just as she was straightening up her props. She drew in a quick breath as her chest tightened as if constricted by ropes, and her stomach dropped like a rollercoaster. When would she stop panicking at every ring of her phone? It was her personal phone. He didn’t have that number. Yet.
She picked it up on the third ring. “Hello.”
“Hey, Piper. It’s Jessie. I’m so excited that you’ve moved back. I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. How about you?”
“Great. Did you finish college?”
Piper smiled. “I finished up two months ago.”
“Congratulations. That’s wonderful. I know you are glad to have that behind you,” Jessie said.
“You know it. I’ve been so busy with school and work that I haven’t been out of the house much in what seems like years.”
“What did you get your degree in?”
“Computer graphics and design.”
“That’s awesome. I’m so glad you moved back. Did you miss us?”
“Actually, I did. I didn’t like Dallas all that much. There were too many people, and I didn’t know anyone there other than a few classmates.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re back,” Jessie said.
“How are you doing? Has Tussler straightened up and stopped harassing you?”
A long pause ensued. She could hear Jessie breathing on the other end of the line but nothing else.
“He’s dead, Piper. It’s a long story, but he hurt me, and my men protected me.”
“Men?”
“Yeah. I’m with two men. Their names are Vernon and Rhodes. They’re with The Ghost Riders. Do you remember them? Anyway, they saved me, and now I’m with them. You’d love them, Piper. They’re so protective of me and would do anything to make me happy.
“Another motorcycle club? Jessie, wasn’t Tussler’s gang enough to make you want to steer clear of bikers?
“Yeah, you’d think so, but The Ghost Riders are different. They don’t act like your typical biker club. They’re nice and put their women first. Every one of them treats me like a princess.
“What is it like being with two men, Jessie? I mean the sex has to be over the top. I could totally get into that. But don’t they argue if one gets more time with you than the other?”
“Oh, Piper, it’s amazing. They’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. There’s no jealousy at all with them.” Jessie sighed. “Look, the reason I called was to see if you’d like to hang out over here Saturday. We’re having a barbecue, and I’d love for you to come. We have so much to catch up on.”
“I don’t know. I still need to unpack some things and work. Are you sure they won’t mind an outsider hanging at their place?” Piper asked.
The snort she heard over the phone was all Jessie. “Of course not. They aren’t like Satan’s Sons and Tussler. They’re good men, Piper. You’ll like them. Vernon and Rhodes treat me like a queen. Sometimes I think they’re too good to me.”
“That’s not possible. You deserve to be treated well. You lived a nightmare with your brother and his gang.”
“I don’t want to think about that. It was a part of my life I’m trying to forget. Please say you’ll come over Saturday. We’re going to hang out and relax. I want you to meet Raven and the other women. You’ll like them. I promise you will. You remember Ginger, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Is she back? She moved away about a year before I went to college.”
“She’s back and with two of the other guys here. They run a camp where she’s the first aid person. She’ll be excited to see you again.”
“First aid. Did she become a nurse?”
“She’s a certified nursing assistant, and now she’s a paramedic. She took classes so she could operate as the medical at the camp if it was needed.”
“Wow, a lot has changed since I moved away. The town looks the same, but that’s just on the surface. Underneath a lot has happened.”
“Yeah, but it’s all been for the good. You’ll see. Please come.”
“Okay. I’ll come over for a little while. I can’t stay too late. I have to work, Jessie. I have school loans to pay back.”
“I know, but you deserve a break, you know.”
“Do I need to worry that one of the guys will hit on me? I can handle a little harmless flirting, but I don’t want to have to weasel out of a difficult situation, Jessie.
“No one will bother you. I promise. They might talk to you and ask you to dance, but no one will get in your space or pressure you, Piper. I promise.
“Okay. If anyone bothers me, I’ll expect you to sic your guys on them,” she teased.
“Consider it done. Be there around three, okay?”
“I’ll see you then.”
Piper ended the call then thought about what she’d agreed to. Jessie said that The Ghost Riders MC weren’t typical bikers. She remembered them from before, but they’d been only a little less dangerous than Jessie’s brother’s club at the time. Had they really changed that much? She hadn’t heard anything bad about them since she’d been back. No one had warned her to watch out and steer clear of them. It was hard to believe they were as nice as Jessie tried to make her believe. The other woman would naturally believe they were good men since she was living with two of the bikers in the club.
Two bikers.
Two men at one time. What was up with that? Piper could totally get into having two men to love her at one time, but she couldn’t believe that the two guys didn’t get jealous of each other. Men were possessive. Piper couldn’t wrap her mind around the entire concept of a long-term relationship. Yeah, a few rolls maybe, but long term? She just didn’t see it.
Jessie had never struck her as the experimental type of person. She’d been quiet and always kept her head down when they’d been in high school. Having her brother as president of a biker club kept her outside the usual crowd of kids. Piper had been outside, as well, since her mom had been known to be a druggie. She and Jessie had drifted together, and soon Ginger had joined their little group.
She hoped she hadn’t made a mistake in agreeing to hang out with her at their clubhouse. She figured if things got too wild for her taste she could always leave. She chuckled to herself. Wild for her was relative. She was a phone sex operator for goodness sake. She had no worries that if she decided enough was enough that she could leave. Jessie wouldn’t allow anyone to prevent it if she wanted to go. Piper was sure of it. Jessie and Ginger were great friends who’d just grown apart when Ginger had moved then Piper had moved away to go to college.
I can imagine how much fun it would be to have two men at one time. The sex would be awesome, but I can’t see how a long-term relationship could possibly work. I guess seeing is believing.
It would be interesting to see what had Jessie so fiercely loyal to the club and an advocate for ménage relationships. Plus, Piper wanted to catch up with her friend and find out how she’d ended up with the two bikers. No matter what the other woman said, a biker club was a biker club. They were all into illegal shit in one way or another. She couldn’t see The Ghost Riders being any different. Maybe they didn’t run drugs, but they had to do something to make their money. The garages couldn’t support all of their members.
And what about the camp Jessie had mentioned? Since when had bikers become interested in camping?
Her phone rang. Well, it was back to work for the time being. She needed another three or four calls before she could call it quits for the night.
Chapter Three
Irish bumped fists with Vernon and Rhodes when the two men entered the club’s office where he and Turk worked.
“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Irish asked.
“Got a favor to ask you two,” Vernon said.
“Sure. What is it?” Turk asked.
“One of Jessie’s friends from back when Tussler was around is coming to the cookout Saturday. She wants to be sure no one gives her a hard time. Jessie said Tussler was always hassling her, so she stopped hanging around Jessie as much. She’s been in school for the last few years and just graduated, so Jessie is excited about getting back together with her.”
“Is she old enough to even be around us guys?” Turk asked.
“She’s Jessie’s age. It took her longer to finish school since she had to work her way through. She’s about twenty-four or five.” Rhodes looked at Vernon. “Right?”
“Yeah. Got her degree in something called graphic design and website development, or some shit like that.”
“So, you want us to make sure none of the other guys hit on her or something? We’re not babysitters, Rhodes,” Irish said.
“Nah, nothing like that. Just stick close and be sure nothing gets out of hand. None of our guys are going to hurt her, but sometimes they can get a little annoying when they’ve had too much to drink. Jugs usually puts them in their place if they get too aggressive toward the girls, but she isn’t going to bother about an outsider like Piper,” Vernon explained.
“Sure. We’ll keep an eye on her. Just don’t expect us to follow her around the place like lap dogs.” Turk leaned back in his chair.
Rhodes’s face squeezed into a comical expression. “Lap dogs? The two of you? Not seeing it, man.”
“Well, if there are any lap dogs around here, it’s you two with how you are around Jessie.” Irish grinned to the point his mouth hurt.
There was nothing funnier than watching the guys with old ladies marching to the women’s orders. If it came down to the women’s health or safety, then they put their foot down, but otherwise, they caved to whatever their women wanted. It made the rest of the guys laugh, though not in front of them.
“We’ll watch out for her, guys. When is she supposed to show up?” Irish asked.
“Around three. She probably won’t stick around too late since she has to work.” Rhodes picked up a pen from Turk’s desk and twirled it around his fingers.
“With her degree, maybe she could help us with our little problem. Any idea what she’s working on now?” Turk grabbed the pen from Rhodes’ fingers and stuck it back in the holder.
The two men looked at each other before Vernon shrugged. “I guess she works on web pages or something that has to do with her degree. How the fuck should I know?”
“We better get back out to the shop. Just wanted to be sure you guys were okay with helping us watch out for Piper. We’ll introduce her when she checks in Saturday.”
“Later.” Irish waited until the two men left to look across the room to where Turk sat at his desk. “There’s something more going on there. Why would she work at night?”
“No shit. What kind of job could she be working that means she has to work at night? If it was like working as a waitress or bartender, they would have said so. Think she’s doing something hinky like working as a prostitute?” Turk asked.
“Fuck, I hope not. Maybe she works part time as a night clerk at a hotel or something, although it would fit since she isn’t going to stay late. I’ve never heard Jessie talk about her before. If she knows what she does, she’s keeping it quiet. You know I would have remembered a name like Piper if she’d mentioned it before.”
“I suppose it’s one way to work your way through college. If she’s using her degree now, that’s making something of herself. She’s only been out of school a few months, so she may still be subsidizing her income that way. Can’t say it makes me any happier.” Turk ran a hand over his face.
“Fits since she’s coming over at three but may leave early since she has to work,” Irish said.
Irish didn’t like the idea of a woman prostituting herself for any reason, but he knew that sometimes there wasn’t any way to eat unless you did desperate things. If a woman could stay off drugs, it paid pretty damn good. Unless there was a pimp involved.
“We can find out once she gets here. If she has a degree, she shouldn’t need to work the streets anymore once she gets her feet under her. Reo is a small town. If she’s working the streets around here, chances are one of the guys will recognize her. Might mean we’ll need to step in if they start anything.”
“She’s Jessie’s friend. They’ll have to act right around her no matter if they’ve paid her in the past or not. She’s a guest and not on the job while she’s here.” Turk sighed. “I almost dread Saturday now.”
“It’ll be fine. Most of the guys in the club will be on their best behaviors with the old ladies present. No one wants Raven or Jessie pissed off. That means Dominic and Reece will get in the middle of it.”
“No shit.”
Irish closed the ledger he kept by hand of their less-seemly business ventures and fired up the computer to double check the business email. He handled that side of things while his cousin, Turk, was the computer guru. He kept their Internet interests in check. Between the web page for their custom bike shop, their page for the general mechanic shop, and the online interests they held in various porn pages, Turk stayed busy. Broken links were money lost. It took work to keep it all running smoothly.
Two hours later they shut down for the day and met the others in the main room to share a beer and gripe over the general state of affairs and lack of women.
“I’m telling you that with Raven, Jessie, River, and Ginger, we’re girl poor. Jugs doesn’t have anyone to boss around anymore other than Cindy and Kelly. The other women couldn’t handle the old ladies’ rules.”
“Most of them were skanks anyway. They didn’t clean up like they should have. No one wants a dirty woman giving blow jobs,” Butch said.
