Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

  “So, it’s been what six months? You need to get the fuck back out there, dude.”

  I shake my head.

  “I can’t.”

  He cocks his eyebrow.

  “Seriously, Sam, six fucking months. I’m surprised your dick hasn’t fucking shrivelled up from lack of use. You’re coming with me and the boys tonight, we’re going to hit Len’s strip club, have a few drinks, and get ourselves some pussy. Jax excluded. He’s pussy whipped, Ruby made him agree to some date night, and like a love-struck fucking sap, he couldn't say no.”

  He rolls his eyes, and I chuckle at Brody’s bluntness.

  “Is that really a good idea, dude, for you to be going to bars?” I say, concerned for my friends’ health. He’s fresh out of rehab, I would hate for him to go back to the drugs.

  “I was only addicted to drugs, Sam, the booze was never the problem. A few drinks aren’t going to kill me, dude. I'm a big fucking boy, I can handle the temptation, seriously.”

  He rolls his eyes, and as I am about to speak, he stops me.

  “No more fucking excuses, Sam, you’re coming, no arguments.”

  I salute.

  “Yes, boss!” I say sarcastically, and he laughs.

  “Bring your condoms tonight, dude, because we are getting fucked!” He says in a singsong voice, and I throw my head back laughing at Brody’s joke.

  For the first time in a long time, I am actually looking forward to something.

  Brody, Lucas and I are pulling up outside a strip club in Shoreditch, in a black limo driven by Cole. Jax decided to sit this one out because Ruby made him agree to a date night. Two words, pussy whipped. I have actually been looking forward to tonight, ever since Brody suggested it earlier. If I’m honest, I need this. I need to kick back, have a few drinks and relax. We all step out of the limo to bright flashes of cameras. Fucking paparazzi scumbags. How the fuck did they know we would be here? I run my hand through my hair and turn on Sam, the showman. I give them a dazzling smile and a cheeky wink.

  “Good evening, fella’s.”

  I nod and salute as Brody leads us into the club called ‘Lust and Redemption’. The door is black leather, and the name of the club is emblazoned in classic black script lettering. The large doorman nods to us and shakes Brody's hand, as he drops the black and gold velvet rope to allow us entry. We step into a narrow corridor and Brody’s sober sponsor, Lenny, greets us. He is average height, grey slicked back hair, pale blue eyes, wearing a black suit with a dark grey shirt with the buttons open revealing a smattering of white chest hair. He hugs Brody tightly.

  “Good to see you, my son, fuck me you smell like a tart’s handbag!” he says in a thick, gruff East London accent, and they both laugh easily.

  “Lenny, good to see you too, old man!”

  The man cocks his eyebrow.

  “I’ll give you old man, you cheeky little fucker!”

  Brody laughs.

  “Len, you’ve met my bandmates, Sam and Luke before, boys, you remember Lenny?” he says.

  Lenny Nicholas has been Brody’s sponsor for ten years on and off, after his many stints in rehab. He is like a father figure to him, and Brody has always spoken so highly of Lenny. On the few occasions we’ve met him, Lenny seems to ground Brody and keeps him on the straight and narrow.

  “Boys.”

  Lenny nods and shakes my hand in a firm grip.

  “Ah, Lenny, good to see you again.”

  I smile, and Lenny regards me intently.

  “Leave off, I’m not the press, boy, you don’t have to pretend here. This is my gaff, mi casa, su casa. Anything you want, just let me or one of my girls know; they can be extremely accommodating.”

  He winks and laughs throatily.

  “First drinks are on me, boys.”

  He nods, and Brody hangs back to chat to Lenny.

  “I’ll be there in a few boys; I just need a quick word with Len.”

  Brody winks and a tall, tanned, blonde girl joins us. She is carrying a black tray, and she is wearing a purple diamante thong and no bra. Her heels make her legs look like they go on forever. She has light blue eyes and long blonde hair framing her face like a blonde halo.

  “Boys, I’m Heidi, I’ll be your waitress for the evening, if you would like to follow me?”

  She winks at me, and I cock my eyebrow at Lucas. He chuckles and clears his throat.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, and I laugh, as we follow Heidi down the mirrored corridor.

  She leads us into the main hub of the club, and it is decorated in black geometric wall coverings. Along the walls are a set of black and white prints that depict different body parts; the splashes of colour in the images makes them look that bit more erotic. There are black round tables, with low black leather chairs around them, scattered throughout the club and the floor is covered in dark grey slate.

  There are around ten or more girls walking around in various stages of undress, ranging from tall, to short, from thin to curvy, black, to white and everything in between. It is nothing if not diverse. The back of the club houses the well-stocked bar, which is black leather on the outside and has a white marble top. There is a grand staircase off to the right side of the club, which has LED lit stairs leading up to the section which states ‘V.I.P’s only’. Heidi sidles up next to me and grips my bicep suggestively.

  “This way, gentlemen,” she purrs, and she starts up the stairs.

  I raise my eyebrows at Lucas, and he smirks. I follow her up the stairs, as she swings her hips from side to side. I drop my gaze to the floor, actually more than a little embarrassed that my cock hasn’t stirred once since stepping into the club.

  “Seriously, wouldn’t you tap that, dude?” Lucas drawls, and I shake my head.

  “I’m not one for blondes these days, man,” I lie. What I really want to say is ‘I’m not really one for women who aren’t Peyton these days.’

  I swallow back the lump in my throat and shake that thought away. We get to the top of the stairs, and it is decorated in the same style as downstairs. But instead of tables and chairs scattered around, there is a series of booths running down both sides of the club and an area in the middle where there are a set of podiums and naked women dancing atop them. Heidi leads us into a booth with black Chesterfield couches on either side and a marble top table in between the two. I sit down on the one side, and Lucas sits opposite me.

  “What can I get for you, gentlemen?”

  I look to Lucas, and he rolls his eyes as my eyes start to wander, taking in my surroundings. There are five podiums, and my eyes lock on a stunning brunette who is gyrating against a pole. She is naked apart from a black lacy thong, and she has a tattoo across her chest. She catches me staring at her, and she winks at me. I quickly turn back to face Lucas. What the fucking fuck is wrong with you, Newbolt?

  “Bottle of Jack and three glasses please, sweetheart. Could we get two bottles of Cristal champagne too, please? Three glasses.”

  She smiles at him and flashes him a cheeky wink.

  “Coming up, handsome.”

  She sashays off across the club and Brody joins us. He dives into the booth next to me, and we all laugh at his outlandish behaviour.

  “Chin up, you miserable fucker, you’re my wingman tonight, Sammy, I need you on top form.”

  He laughs.

  “So, what are you fuckers in the mood for tonight, blonde, brunette, redhead or something...a little bit more exotic?”

  Brody swipes his split tongue across his bottom lip and wiggles it suggestively, causing Lucas and me to laugh out loud at his over the top behaviour, which is typically Brody.

  “Dude, I think our Sammy needs a little pick me up, say a few tequila shots? He refused Miss-Come-Fuck-Me-Now over there. She was showing all the signs, man, the cheeky wink, the subtle bicep brush, dude, she even shook her tight, peachy little ass in his face on the way up the stairs and nothing from our boy here,” Lucas explains, and Brody looks at me with disgust.
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  “Fuck me, man, what the fuck? She’s gorgeous, I would be more than happy to take her to heaven, dude; I’m not picky when it comes to your sloppy seconds, it’s been too fucking long!”

  He laughs, and Heidi comes back over to the table with the bottle of Jack, three glasses, two bottles of champagne in two ice buckets and three champagne flutes. She sets them down on the table, giving me a blatant peek at her perky breasts. I glance and then look away; Brody notices and clears his throat, smiling wickedly.

  “Heidi.”

  Brody winks at her, and she drapes herself over his lap.

  “How are you doing this evening, gorgeous?”

  He nods, and she runs her perfectly manicured fingernails down his chest. He brings her hand up to his mouth and plants a kiss on the back.

  “I’m all good, look, darling, you see we’ve got a little fucking problem. My man Sammy here is feeling...a little fucking lonely, and he needs a playmate. Do you think you could help him out, sweetheart?”

  She giggles and nods as Lucas starts pouring us all a drink.

  “Of course, anything for you, B. You’re Lenny’s boy, he likes to keep you happy, and that includes keeping your handsome friends happy too.”

  He nods.

  “Good girl.”

  Heidi looks at me as if she is undressing me with her eyes and I look shyly away. Fuck my life, what is wrong with me? I never act this way, not when it comes to women. Pull yourself together, dick.

  “Any preference, Sam?”

  Brody’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I am silent, as I pick up my glass with a trembling hand. Brody notices, and he clears his throat to avert Heidi’s attention away from me.

  “He’s really not fussy, sweets.”

  He winks, and I smile, grateful for his intervention. Heidi cups his face in both of her hands and kisses him on the lips.

  “I’ll take care of it personally, gorgeous.”

  She winks and whispers seductively in his ear.

  “Oh, could you get us some tequila shots and few slices of lime please, darlin’? And keep ‘em coming? Put it on my tab.”

  He winks, and she nods, as she lifts herself off his lap. She walks across the club, swinging her hips from side to side seductively, as if she can sense Brody's eyes on her. Brody adjusts himself in his jeans, wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and puffs out his cheeks.

  “Fuck me, that girl is hotter than Hades. I’m skipping heaven, dude, and I'm going straight to hell, seriously.”

  I chuckle softly, and he hits me playfully.

  “Snap out of it, for fuck's sake, dude. You need to get laid, and if my girl Heidi has anything to do with it, you’ll get your dick wet, and you'll be drowning in fucking pussy for the rest of the night. That’s an ideal way to go out from this mortal fucking coil, wouldn’t you agree?”

  I down my whiskey and I welcome the burn, as it slides down my throat.

  “You need to show the world that infamous ladies’ man. Bolt is well and truly back on the fucking market.”

  Lucas beckons a tall, leggy, small-breasted redhead, with deep jade green eyes who is dressed in a green thong and a pale green lacy garter over to us, and she struts over to our table. She leans down, and Lucas whispers in her ear, tucking a wad of notes in the garter, as she brushes her naked breasts against his chest. He grabs her hand, gets up, and gives us a thumbs up, as he leads her off to a private room. That leaves just Brody and me sitting in the booth. Brody pours us both more whiskey, and he looks at me.

  “What the fuck, dude? You need to get your fucking head back in the game; do you think we came here just to get you out of your man cave? No, we came here to get you kneedeep in pussy.”

  I knock back my whiskey and grimace at the burn in my throat.

  “I can’t do this, Brody, I’ve still got that gaping hole in my chest. It’s been six fucking months, and everywhere I go I see her. She’s in my dreams, she’s in every memory, she’s in every lyric I sing, she’s...”

  Brody stops me and pours more whiskey into my glass.

  “Stop! I get that, dude, I really fucking do, but you need to stop thinking, just for a little while. Stop thinking with your big head and think with the little head in your pants. Pick yourself a playmate and bury your dick so far inside her snatch that you’re tickling her fucking tonsils.”

  I shoot back my drink, run my hand through my spiky hair, and glance over to the podium where the brunette’s eyes roam hungrily over my body. Brody nudges me and urges me forward.

  “You’re up, dude, she’s giving you the eyes, give her the Sam Newbolt experience. Show her a good time. Jobs a good ‘un, rinse and fucking repeat.”

  He winks and clucks his teeth at me.

  “Come on, Sam, for fuck's sake, you’ve never needed this much persuading before. Get your head out of your fucking arse, you cocksucker!”

  I stand up and twist my head from side to side. Deep down, I know Brody is right. Come on, Newbolt, get it the fuck together. I plaster a smile on my face, and Brody slaps me on the back in encouragement.

  “That’s my boy; go fuckin’ get ‘em, tiger.”

  I go to walk away, but Brody stops me. He takes out a strip of condoms from his pocket and hands them to me.

  “You might need these, dude; your little gentleman needs a fucking suit.”

  He winks, and I saunter casually over to the brunette, who has stepped down from the podium, with my hands tucked into my pockets, trying to halt the slight tremble that is still clearly visible. She walks slowly towards me, and I take her in, she is medium height, brunette. She is stunning, has amber coloured eyes, long brown wavy hair tied up in a high ponytail, and she has a slight tan and curves in all the right places. She has a tattoo across her naked chest of two brightly coloured swallows and a large birdcage in the centre of her sternum. She has quite large breasts, with a piercing in her left nipple, and is wearing a black lacy thong with a pair of fuck me heels. She smiles brightly as she stops in front of me, the scent of her perfume invading my nostrils. I run my finger down her arm.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” I rasp.

  “Hey yourself, handsome,” she purrs and moves closer to me as she swipes her pierced tongue across her bottom lip.

  “Can I help you with something, hot stuff?”

  She places her hand on my chest, and I chuckle softly.

  “Yeah, you could say that, beautiful.”

  I cock my pierced eyebrow, and she nods as I flash her my famous Newbolt grin.

  “Follow me; we'll go somewhere more...private. Special clients get special privileges.”

  She winks, grabs my hand and leads me to a dimly lit corridor.

  “So, you’re the famous, Bolt?”

  I nod coolly, as she sashays in front of me.

  “The very same, gorgeous,” I say gruffly, as she leads me into a private room.

  She whispers to the bouncer and closes the door behind us. There is a white curved booth in the middle of the room; the walls and the ceiling are mirrored. The lighting is soft and tinged with pink. She pushes me down in the booth and climbs on my lap. She gyrates her hips and grinds herself onto me, giving me a lap dance.

  “Do you have a name, sweetheart?”

  She laughs, and as she licks her bottom lip, I feel my cock stir in my pants as if he has just woken up from a six-month slumber. Fucking traitor.

  “Cherry.”

  I nod, and I’m about to speak when she silences me by putting her finger to my lips.

  “I know who you are, no real names in here, honey. I’m Cherry, and you’re Bolt.”

  I raise my eyebrows and smirk. If that’s the way she wants to play this, then bring it the fuck on. I suck her finger seductively into my mouth, and she lets out a small whimper.

  “That works for me, Cherry.”

  I practically fuck her name, and she seems to relax as she continues her lap dance. I look at her and take in her curves as she lowers herself down onto my lap, brushing my growin
g erection with every swing of her hips, making her intentions clear.

  “God, you’re so fucking fit!”

  I laugh at her compliment and spread my arms out across the back of the booth.

  “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart,” I say smoothly, and she smiles shyly.

  “I usually get landed with the old, fat mingers.”

  I reach up and pull her hair loose; it falls down in a chocolate brown cascade around her shoulders.