For now we would enjoy our rented Harley low riders and use our new wheels to check out the area around the Iron Dogz MC’s compound.
Hopefully this way we won’t be drawing the attention of the damned Syndicate. They wouldn’t expect us to be on bikes as we were well known for the muscle cars we preferred to drive.
Our rental house was in a heavily guarded and secure estate that the Syndicate’s goons would find extremely difficult to infiltrate. And not having their eyes on us meant they didn’t know the bikes were for us. Well, maybe not at first. We would be using that to our advantage.
When we arrived in Joburg we immediately set up to do the job Bruno had asked us to do. We were to test the security at a pharmaceutical factory in the Midrand area. Using the harmless looking white sedan Star had rented we did our homework before doing the actual job.
We did what we always did. Got in, left the evidence the CEO required as proof that his security was shit. Bruno’s business card on his desk. We went a little further on this one and left a calling card inside each of their supposedly highly secure laboratories. These guys really had to do something about their security. Getting in and out was too damned easy.
Once I reported to Bruno it was time to start the actual job we had come up here to do. Getting into the Iron Dogz MC’s compound.
Call us crazy but we had to know if we could do it. If we could actually get into their compound without being detected.
For me it was like a drug. Getting into places I’m not supposed to be in. My adrenalin spiked so high it took me a day, sometimes more, to settle after a big job. And getting into the ID’s compound was the biggest job we’ve ever done.
They had cameras everywhere. And when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. And they didn’t hide them, they were out there for all to see. Cameras we tried but couldn’t hack, but that wasn’t all. They had high walls, electric fencing, constant patrols and guard dogs. It all came down to one thing, we couldn’t sneak in. The only way in was through the front door.
As a crew we might not be able to sneak in, but one person? Maybe, just maybe I would be able to get close enough to tag them. Oh, yes! I loved tagging places I got into. Not a big bold tag, that would have been too obvious. No. I liked to leave a small one hidden in a spot only I would know to look. I took photos of my tags and saved them to a secure account Star had set up for me.
I would love to tag the wall around the ID compound. It called to me and I had to force myself to ignore the compulsion to find a way in and tag their damned wall.
Concentrating on the next step of our plan helped with the compulsion. We were going to the Thirsty Dog and hanging out until we were approached by some bikers. And believe me, we will be approached. My girls are damned beautiful and drew male attention all the time.
Standing in front of the mirror I critically looked at myself. I had a very nice pair of tits and a great butt with a flat toned stomach. The piercings in my nipples, belly and pussy flashed as I turned to check out my body.
Since getting out of prison and having total control over my body again I had started getting piercings. My ears, my nose, my nipples, my belly and my pussy. I found I liked a bit of pain and believe me the nipple and pussy piercings were not fun at first. Now...different story.
I wasn’t the only one with piercings in our group, we all had them in one form or another.
Tonight I was wearing small platinum rings with a tiny diamond hanging from each through my nipples and a curved barbell with a diamond hanging from it in my navel. My pussy piercings weren’t extensive, I only had two. A Christina at the top of my outer lips above my clit, which was mostly just decorative and a vertical clit hood piercing which was definitely not just for decoration. As far as I was concerned they made my pussy look pretty. My mound was hairless to showcase my piercings. I hated shaving and waxing and had splurged on laser treatments. It was totally worth it.
My muscles were toned and strong, but not to the extreme like a bodybuilder, I was sleeker, not as bulky. If I wasn’t a thief and needed the sleeker muscles for my job, I think I would have liked to compete in MMA or underground fights. I did fight every now and then in the Cape Town underground fights but it wasn’t a regular thing at all. With the reputation as a vicious and merciless fighter I scared the shit out of my opponents so I wasn’t called on very often.
Turning my back on the mirror I pulled on my basic black underwear then the black jeans and plain black tee. By the time I was dressed I was in black from top to toe. The usual look for me. Picking up the leather jacket lying on my bed I slipped my wallet into the inside pocket along with my ID and drivers licence and zipped it up.
With one last look in the mirror I ran a hand through my chin length hair and settled the long spiky fringe over my forehead then turned to walk out. I bumped into a body as I turned and reared back. Cuba stood glaring at me with her hands on her hips.
“You are not leaving this house looking like that.” She shook her head as she looked me up and down. “You have a banging body and you hide it behind those baggy tees and jeans you always wear. Not tonight, and not anymore. You have a man to seduce and this look just won’t do it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I waved a hand over myself. “I don’t need to look like I’m going fishing for dick. He’s a sure thing.”
“Wrong. You are out fishing for dick and this look of yours just won’t do. That’s why we are staging an intervention.” Mads sang out as she walked in with several bags.
Oh fuck.
“Get out of those boring rags of yours.” Evvie commanded, following Mads in with her huge makeup bag. “We have a mission to prepare for.”
Before I knew it my clothes were lying on the floor and I stood before my friends in my underwear.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Cuba stared at my underwear in disgust.
“Underwear, what the hell do you think?”
“I’m thinking you had ten fucking years of prison issue then we get out and you buy shit that looks like prison issue crap. This is not going to do, no, not at all. Strip bitch.”
“I had a feeling we were going to need an undie intervention as well.” Mads threw over her shoulder as she dug around in one of the big bags on my bed.
The next minute a rainbow selection of bras and panties of all descriptions started flying through the air as she tossed them onto the bed. They joined the clothes already spread out on it.
“I washed and tumble dried the lot just so we have choices.”
“Good idea.”
They were ignoring me and talking to each other so I crossed my arms and waited.
I’ve never told them how I grew up, they just assumed Rentia was around to guide me when it came to girly shit. They were wrong. Murchison kept us apart as much as possible. We never went on shopping trips together or anything like that. What we did have was quiet nights in her room where she tried her best to educate me on how to be a girl. I have to admit I wasn’t a very good student.
During those years new clothes and underwear appeared in my room fairly regularly, bought by some unknown person. But it was always very basic, unflattering and always in shades of black and grey. No blue jeans or coloured tops, not even white. It became like a uniform that I exchanged for prison orange. And once I got out I returned to what I knew.
But now it seems my girls have other plans for me.
When they were done with me I still wore black. But it was nowhere close to what I was used to wearing.
I wore the new underwear, a matching set of black lace boy short panties and a lace covered push-up bra that gave me a spectacular cleavage, if I have to say so myself. Evvie tried to get me to wear a thong but I wasn’t ready for that yet. Black tight as hell low riding jeans with a silver studded belt sat low on my hips. My t-shirt (if you can call the lappie (small piece of material) they gave me a shirt) was short enough to expose a good expanse of my toned belly and allowed my belly piercing some airtime.
The t-shirt wasn’t only short, it had bling on it. Me, in a bling covered t-shirt, it just seemed so wrong, but the girls loved it. When they were finally finished I turned to look at myself in the mirror and stared. I didn’t look like myself. I looked like one of those biker bitches that hung out at War’s compound.
Evvie had done something to my face, my scars were still there, just not as prominent. My eyes were lined with black and my lashes had been darkened and it made my eyes standout. I never knew I could look like this. Beautiful.
“We’re going to have so much fun watching the bikers falling all over themselves to take a bite out of this delectable peach.” Cuba teased as she slapped me on the butt.
I laughed with the girls even though I found it hard to believe anyone would give me a second glance when they saw them. They looked hot, hot, hot.
“Stop talking shit and let’s get out of here. We have a job to do.” I redirected their attention to the night ahead.
We left soon after. The four of us piled into my car and I drove us to the Thirsty Dog.
The place was busy as hell but we still found a good parking not too far from the front door. I was impressed by the security at the pub. Two gates, cameras and hard eyed men giving the car a once over.
Walking through the front door we were met by a hostess who offered us lockers for our jackets if we wanted it. Looking at each other we shrugged and after removing our wallets handed our jackets over and I slipped the tag for the locker in my pocket.
We went deeper into the pub and looked around with interest. There were high beamed ceilings, a long bar, a small stage, booths and loose standing tables and chairs, and a small dance floor. Through wide open sliders I could see a large deck with more tables and an outside bar.
The place was packed because they had a band up on the stage. I made my way through the crowd and onto the outside deck. Eyes were trained on us as I led the way to an empty table against the railing. I parked my ass in the chair with the best view of the deck and the inside of the pub.
A waiter waited for us to get settled then took our orders.
And the night was on.
We had been fairly silent and drank our drinks slowly while scoping out the situation around us. We had been there for about an hour when I spotted him. He was at the other end of the big deck, casually braced against the railing and chatting with a couple of men, and one of those men was Rock. What the hell was he doing here?
And of course they were surrounded by women, most of them of the short variety, except one. She was tall but not as tall as I was and the one they called Scar had her possessively tucked under his arm. Our research told us that she was his old lady and the manager of the establishment.
I watched from the corner of my eye as the men chatted and the women flirted. We hadn’t been noticed...yet. Suddenly I just needed some space, to breathe and to prepare for what came next.
“I need the loo.” I pushed my chair back and stood and several eyes came my way. I knew it was my height, my boots pushed me to just over six foot. Not many women were that tall.
Making my way inside I slipped through the crowds and into the restroom. The queue wasn’t bad and I got in and out fairly quickly. Instead of going back outside I went to the bar for a beer then leant against it to watch the band. They were damned good. Cuba was on the dance floor with one of the bikers and so was Mads. I winked when her eyes met mine and she laughed as the biker swung her around. They were having fun. But where was Evvie?
Pushing away from the bar I shuffled my way through the crowd and walked out onto the deck. Two bikers were hanging out with Evvie at our table and she was flirting with both of them. I checked the back of their kuttes and they weren’t Iron Dogz, it said they were part of the Sinners Sons. They looked up as I pulled my chair out and sat down.
“Damn, babe, you’re fucking tall.” The one said as his eyes slid over me. I looked at the road name on his kutte. Jinx. Why did these guys have such weird nick names or road names as they called it?
“Ja, I am.” I gave a little shrug and lifted my beer to my lips and took a drink.
My eyes slid back to where I had seen Kid last but he was no longer there. Rock was still there, talking to several men. The women had moved off to find easier targets I suppose. My attention was drawn back to the table when the one called Jinx started chatting with me.
He was funny and so very pretty but his eyes were sad. I focused my attention on him and pretty soon we were hanging out like a couple of old friends. No bloody chemistry. But he was very nice to look at. And very easy to talk to.
We were laughing at something when a big body inserted itself between us. We both looked up and Jinx stood with a big smile. They did that handclasp fisted thing and hugged then smacked each other hard on the back. Men are weird with their rituals.
“Kid, my brother. How are you doing?”
“I’m good, brother.” He looked down at me then back at Jinx. “You not going to introduce me, Jinx?”
“I thought you liked your women pocket sized. I think my girl here isn’t what you’re looking for.”
“Fuck off, Jinx.”
Kid turned to me and ignored a laughing Jinx.
“Hi, I’m Kid and you are?”
I tipped my head to the side and looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “You’re rude.”
“I am when I see something I like.”
“And you like me? Little old me?”
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing old or little about you. Now put me out of my misery, what’s your name?”
I laughed softly. “I’m Noelle but my friends call me Face.”
His hand came out and he slowly drew a finger down the scar that almost bisected my face. I heard Evvie’s swallowed gasp as I froze in place.
“A beautiful and very interesting face.”
A shiver raced down my spine at his touch and my nipples were hard and aching to be touched. Damn.
Turning he dragged a chair over and sat down between me and Jinx. I heard the ass muffle a laugh when Kid punched his arm.
“So, Noe, is this your first time at the Thirsty Dog?”
“Yes, it is, one of our clients recommended the pub and here we are.”
I couldn’t look away from his eyes, a beautiful grey-blue like the colour of the ocean on a rainy day.
“A client recommended it? What do you do?”
“I’m a security consultant for the Nichols Agency.”
I saw that Jinx and the other guy were listening intently.
“So, you go in and advise them on the type of security they need. That kind of a consultant?” Kid asked after a quick look around.
I shook my head and couldn’t stop the half-smile. “No, not that kind of consultant. I test their existing security and then my boss advises them on how to fix it.”
The guy on the other side of Jinx looked a bit confused. “How do you test it?”
Looking at a grinning Evvie I looked back at him and winked. “I break into the client’s facility or home and once I’m in I leave a message. The client then contacts my boss.”
“You break in to buildings? Really?” It didn’t look like he believed me but who the hell cared.
“Yes, my job is a lot of fun and I get to break into places legally.”
“So, you’re saying you could break into a highly secured facility and not get caught?” Kid prodded for more information.
What did he want? Why the question? Did the Iron Dogz want me to break in somewhere?
“Most of the time, yes. Some places are more secure than others and it depends on whether it’s sanctioned by my boss or not.” I tap danced out of the way.
“What do you do, Kid?” I needed the conversation to move away from me and my job.
“I see to the security of my president, my club and our businesses.” Those blues stayed focused on me as if he was trying to read me or something.
“That’s an important job.”
Rock s
uddenly came sauntering over and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t I know you? You look damned familiar.”
Leaning back in my chair I laughed. “I definitely know you. You’re one of my neighbours in Cape Town. I’ve seen you around once or twice.”
Nodding and grinning wide he held a hand out. “That’s how I know you! I’ve been standing over there trying to place you and your friends and coming up blank. Now it all falls into place.” He shook my hand. “Hi, I’m Rock.”
“Hi, Rock, I’m Noelle but my friends call me Face.”
He pretended to be shocked.
“Bloody hell, you’re Face? The Face?”
I shrugged but didn’t say anything as I picked up my beer and drained it.
“You’re like a legend or something in Cape Town. Everyone knows to call Face if they need to test their security.”
“Not me, Bruno, my boss.” I corrected him.
Rock had his mouth open to answer me when Kid grabbed my hand and dragged me up. “Let’s get a beer, babe.”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer, just kept my hand in his and pulled me over to the outside bar. Several of his brothers watched us as we approached. I pretended to ignore them but I catalogued each and every one.
Kid was about to move into place next to the bar when people started scattering. I turned to look and saw the biggest baddest dog come sauntering out the doors with his lips raised in a nasty looking snarl. He was scarred and it was obvious to me that he was a veteran of the dog fighting rings. Stepping away from Kid I slowly sank down to my haunches, my forearms resting on my thighs and my hands hanging loosely between my wide open legs, and waited for him to reach me. I took in the scars over his face, the missing part of his ear and the scarring on his body. It didn’t make him any less of a king.
He moved right into me and pushed his cold nose against my forehead then dropped his head to snuffle my neck. I stayed motionless, letting him do what he needed to do. Slowly lifting my hand I tickled him under his jaw and his groaned deeply.
“Aren’t you the most handsome male I’ve ever seen.” I murmured as I scratched softly.
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