Soon, Spider stood up from the stool and clapped Chig on the back. He passed me on his way to the front entrance. “Hey, Tina,” he greeted me. “How you doin’ tonight, darlin’?”
“Good,” I smiled at him. Glancing down at his cut, I noticed a patch on it that I didn’t remember seeing before. “This new?” I asked, pointing at the white rectangle on which was embroidered: “V. President.”
“Yeah,” he smiled, a note of pride in his voice. “Just got voted in yesterday.”
“Congratulations,” I said. “Sounds like a big responsibility.”
“Maybe,” he smiled. His brow furrowed slightly as he said it, and his lips pursed as if he was thinking of something unpleasant.
“You okay?” I found myself asking. “You and Chig seemed pretty deep in conversation, there.” I immediately regretted my words when I saw Spider’s eyes go dark and flat. “Yeah, fine,” he said with a tinge of anger. “Just club business, is all. Not for you to worry about.” Abruptly, he walked past me without another word and out the door.
Jan, who had walked by during our conversation, came up to me not long after Spider left. “Shit, girl, don’t ever ask about club business. You ain’t no old lady. You just keep your mouth shut and let them do their thing, you hear?”
Shit. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t think. He just looked kind of upset.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet he’s upset,” she retorted. “Just gets voted in as VP, right in the middle of all this shit with the Vipers. It’s a hell of a time for him to be taking this on.”
“Who are the Vipers?” I asked.
“Another MC, from up the coast. Tryin’ to horn in on the Fugitives’ territory. Steal their business.”
“What business is that?”
“The Fugitives deal in dope and pussy, baby girl. The pussy’s here. The dope, they run out there. Vipers want a cut of their dope action. The MC’s not havin’ it. Spider’s gonna have to step up and put a stop to it, especially since Chig’s health ain’t what it should be.”
“What’s wrong with Chig?” I glanced over at the man seated in front of his shot of Jack.
“Cancer,” she murmured. “Not sure how serious it is, but he’s gonna need chemo, that’s for sure. Spider’s gonna be acting president before long, that’s a guarantee. He’s got a lot on his mind, having to watch his father sick like this and take care of the MC’s business at the same time.”
“Wait,” I stopped her. “You mean Chig is Spider’s dad?”
“Yeah, honey, ‘course. Didn’t you know that?” Jan looked at me in disbelief.
“No,” I replied absently. “I didn’t.”
“Well, anyway,” Jan continued as she watched a group of new customers coming into the club. “Remember what I said about asking about club business. Best leave Spider to it and don’t piss him off.”
Jan walked over to seat the customers, leaving me standing by myself. Sighing, I turned back to the bar, where Chig had drained the shot in front of him and poured himself another. He was weaving on his stool now, and it looked like he’d gotten himself seriously drunk. As I walked by, I made the mistake of looking at him just as his eyes fell on me. “Hey, Tina,” he drawled, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Whyn’t you come over here, darlin’.”
Warily, I stepped over to him, making sure to stay just out of his reach. But he was having none of that. “C’mere,” he chided, leaning forward and grabbing my arm to pull me closer. He brings me face to face with him, his eyes inches away from mine. I can smell the whiskey on his hot breath; his face is read and beaded with sweat. I am caught between pity and revulsion.
“I’ve been thinking about that tight little ass since I hired you,” he grins, reaching a bear-claw hand down to stroke the inside of my thigh.” Stay away from Chig and Dime Bag, Jan had said. In two days, I’d managed to attract the attention of both. I forced a smile at my boss, trying to figure out a way to extract myself from this without making him mad. “I, uh, got tables to wait on,” I murmured at him, and tried to gently pull my arm away from his grip. His fist tightened around my bicep and pulled me even closer in. His hand went further up my skirt, caressing my clit through my panties. “C’mon, darlin’, come back to the clubhouse with me for a little bit. Larry,” he called over his shoulder. “Tina here’s gonna be takin’ a little break.”
He stood up, bracing one hand against the bar for balance, and pulled me down the hall toward the door marked “Keep Out.” Wildly, I looked back down the hall, hoping someone would help me, but there was no one. Chig pushed the heavy oak door open and led me inside to a large room with pool tables, couches, and a bar that looked like a smaller version of the one in Teasers. Pressing me up against one of the pool tables, he released my arm and put both of his large paws on my hips. “Come here, darlin’, and give Daddy some sugar,” he intoned as he pulled me toward him. His lips came down on mine, his tongue probing. The taste of whiskey and smoke filled my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, my mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. I wanted to struggle, I wanted to break away from him and run, but I knew if I did, it would all be over. I’d have to leave Teasers. I would never get revenge. So I returned his kiss, wincing as his teeth caught my bottom lip.
His hands moved down to my skirt, pushing it up to my waist. He hooked his thumbs through my panties and pulled them down to my thighs, exposing my sex. I did my best not to squirm as he inserted first one finger, then another, inside me. I could tell I was wet, and suddenly realized in a panic that if he wanted to fuck me without protection, I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He began to pump his fingers in and out of me slowly, and his other hand grabbed one of mine and guided it down to the hardness growing beneath his jeans. “Oh, yeah, baby girl,” he moaned, rocking his hips against my hand. Under the material, his cock felt huge, demanding. A part of me, the animal part, begins to betray me as the outline of his hardness gave me a small thrill of pleasure. It had been a long time since I’d had sex, and I worked to suppress my fury at my body’s response. I stifled a groan of frustration, which Chig mistook for a moan of pleasure. “Yeah, baby girl, Daddy’s gonna give you what you want,” he muttered, unbuttoning his jeans and guiding my hand to pull him out. “But first, you’re gonna suck me.”
He pushed down on my shoulder with his paw, forcing me to kneel in front of him. Tears filled my eyes as I reached up to take his huge, thick member in my shaking hand. My mind raced wildly trying to think of how I could possibly get out of this, but I knew it was no use. I began to stroke him slowly, rewarded when he threw his head back and groaned deeply. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Give Daddy what he needs.” I kept stroking, hoping that maybe he would come like that and I wouldn’t have to go any further, but seconds later I felt his large hand guiding my head toward his shaft.
A noise to my right startled me. “Hey, Pop,” came a voice I already recognized too well. Spider stood in the doorway, an inscrutable expression on his face as he took in the scene. “Let Tina get back to work,” he said. “We’ve got some business to talk about.” His words were easy, his tone casual, but there was a faint edge to it that I could just barely hear. Chig didn’t seem to notice. He let go of my head and I stood up quickly, my face crimson. I backed away and hastily pulled my panties and skirt back where they belonged.
“Run along, darlin’,” Spider said to me. Having him see me like that was almost more than I could bear. My eyes filled with tears and I half-ran from the room. I fled to the bathroom, collapsing as soon as I shut the door. I sat on the toilet, great, heaving sobs wrenching from me, until finally I was able to compose myself. Splashing cold water on my face, I took some deep breaths and made myself walk back into the bar to finish my shift.
Jan was picking up a drink order from Larry when I came out. Her look of irritation turned to sympathy when she saw my face. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted… I mean, I guess I thought you were ignoring my advice to stay away from Chig when he’s been drinking if you d
on’t want to… well, if you don’t want to.”
Candy was looking at me from across the room almost like she was jealous. As her eyes met mine, I got the feeling she’d been in the back with Chig more than once herself. It’s one path to career advancement, I thought bitterly. Looking back at Jan, I croaked, “It’s okay. I’m fine. Spider interrupted us and stopped it, anyway.”
Somehow I finished the rest of my shift by making as little eye contact and conversation as possible with anyone. My tips suffered for it, but I didn’t care. Eventually, Spider came out from his conversation with Chig. His eyes met mine briefly, but I turned away in shame. When I looked up a few minutes later, he had left.
Chapter Four
Mercifully, I had the next day off from working at Teasers. I had had a rough time falling asleep that night after what had happened with Chig, and my dreams were full of abstract terrors that woke me up more than once in a sweat.
The next day, I got up sometime after nine. Lack of sleep left me feeling like I had been beaten up, and I moved around my house gingerly like a fragile porcelain doll. I felt shaken, exposed, with no protection. I had to admit it: For the first time since I had come back to Crystal Spring, I was afraid. I had counted on my anger to carry me through any tough moments that came up, but at the first sign of trouble, I had folded. All I could do was hide myself away today and hope that my courage came back.
At least the day was gorgeous – sunny and fine. I made myself go outside in the afternoon to get some fresh air and try to get my mind off my troubles. I was sitting on my miniscule front porch, reading a book, when I heard the now-familiar sound of a Harley engine rumbling up my street. Looking up, I saw Spider approaching on his bike. My instinct was to run inside and close the door, but I knew he had seen me when he raised one hand in a casual wave. Defeated, I stayed where I was, steeling myself for the conversation to follow.
Spider parked his bike at the curb and came wordlessly up the walk. He took the two stairs to my porch easily, and perched at the other end of the love seat where I was sitting. Running a hand through his too-long hair, he looked at me with a curious, concerned look.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
I didn’t trust myself to talk, so I merely nodded.
He sighed. “Chig had one hell of a hangover this morning,” he offered, as if by explanation.
I wasn’t prepared to talk about this yet. “How did you find where I live?” I deflected.
“Your address is in your file, remember? The emergency contact stuff.” Of course, I had given the club my contact information when I was hired, in case I didn’t show up for work or they needed to get hold of me.
Spider leaned back and looked out at the street. Both of us were silent, which I didn’t mind; it was more comfortable than talking about what Spider had witnessed last night. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Look, I’m not excusing what Chig did. But most of the women who want jobs at Teasers… they want more than just a job, you know? They want to get close to the club, and they see working there as a way to do that.” He turned to me, his eyes distant, business-like. “There’s two kinds of women who hang around the club. Old ladies and club whores. The girls who work at the club, it’s just assumed they’re club whores or wannabes. You… well look, it’s obvious you’re not like that. But if you keep working there, you’re gonna run into more situations like last night. You gotta figure out what you’re gonna do.”
The reality of Spider’s words hit me like a fist to the chest. Somehow, in all my revenge fantasies, this possibility had remained hazy, indistinct. Now that it was right in front of me, I didn’t know if I could follow through. “I…” I began, and my voice cracked. “I don’t know what to do, Spider,” I confessed. “I need this job. But I can’t…” I looked down, no longer trusting myself to speak without bursting into tears.
Wordlessly, Spider pulled me into his arms and I collapsed against him. The contact with his skin, the deep, rich smell of his leather cut, released something inside me that I realized I’d been keeping locked up since I met him. My face raised to his, our mouths meeting in an intoxicating kiss. From the first moment our lips met, I was lost. It was as though two magnets had come into each other’s fields. Our bodies moved closer, fitting together, soft to hard, as a delicious heat flooded my senses. Suddenly, my need was all that mattered, all that I could feel. His hands came to my face, tipping my mouth to his as his tongue probed and explored. He tasted like smoke and the open road, like possibility.
His lips broke away from mine and I whispered his name, urgently raising my hands to his and bringing them down to caress my body. He pulled me closer and bent his head to my throat. His lips burned like delicious fire on my skin, making my sex throb with lust. I wanted to open to him, to have him fill me, join with me. I ached with a longing only he could satisfy. Hardly knowing what I was doing, I took his hand and stood up, pulling him with me through my front door and through the short hallway to my bedroom. “Please,” I whispered as I stood before him, unbuttoning the front of my light blouse and opening it to expose breasts that ached for him.
Spider wordlessly stepped to me and undid the front clasp on my bra. He pushed my straps and the blouse over my shoulders and onto the ground, then cupped both of my breasts in his hands. His thumbs grazed my nipples and I moaned at the heat of his touch. “My God, Tina, you’re fucking beautiful,” he breathed. I winced a little at hearing the lie of my name on his tongue. One arm came down to embrace my waist, and he pulled me to him. I felt the length of his hardness press against my own sex, causing an explosion of bliss that coursed through me. I lifted my mouth to his and kissed him deeply, pressing against him and moaning against his mouth. His thumb continued to stroke my nipple, causing little sparks of desire to shoot through me. Our tongues mingled, insistent. I wrapped my arms around him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer. His hand moved from my breast, and then I felt both arms move down so that he was cupping my ass to lift me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping at the delicious feeling of his hardness pressing against my throbbing core. With every passing second, I grew more and more desperate for release. I began to whimper and thrust against him.
In response, he moved to the bed and gently lay me down. He stood before me, magnificent in his maleness, and pushed the cut down over his shoulders, letting it fall gently onto a chair. He peeled off his T-shirt, revealing a tight, muscled chest and washboard abs. He then unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, fully erect and upright, gorgeous between his bulging thighs. My mouth watered at the sight of him. I had never seen a more beautiful man in my life.
Moving from the bed, I knelt in front of him. My desire to have him fill me was momentarily forgotten in the need to take him in my mouth, to taste his hard smoothness. Momentarily, the memory of last night, of kneeling in front of Chig, flashed in my head, but I pushed the thought away and reached up to stroke Spider’s hot, hard length. I was rewarded by a stifled groan, the deep throaty sound of it going right to my core. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head, savoring the velvety feel of his skin with my tongue. Lovingly, I took more of him in my mouth, licking at the underside of his shaft in long strokes as I slowly began to bob up and down. Spider’s breath hitched; I felt his hand fist in my hair. “Oh, Jesus, Tina…” he murmured. The wetness grew between my legs, dampening my panties as I continued to suck him, to love his hard shaft with my mouth. Too soon, he grasped my head with both his hands and gently pulled me away. “You’re gonna put me over the edge, darlin’,” he drawled softly. “We’ve got a lot more to do.” Grasping my shoulders, he pulled me into a standing position. He slipped a finger into the waistband of my jeans and deftly unbuttoned the fly. Then he stepped back, cocking his head and giving me a wicked grin that told me I was supposed to do the rest. I hooked my thumbs into the belt loops and slowly shimmied out of my jeans, my eyes locked on his the whole time. My body was thrumming as I pu
lled down my panties as well, and stepped out of both to stand naked in front of him. His cock jumped as he gazed at me; I bit my lip in a sudden moment of nervousness. He took a step forward, and then I was in his arms, our bodies pressed together now with no fabric between them.
The heat of his skin next to mine made me almost dizzy with pleasure. His cock pressed insistently between my legs, and suddenly all I could think of was how much I needed him inside me. Boldly, I reached to grasp his shoulders and pull him down with me, but he had other things in mind. He pressed me back down onto the bed and spread my legs to kneel between them. Then, his tongue was between my thighs, on my sex. I gasped at the sudden ecstasy of it, my legs instinctively spreading even farther. I half-whimpered, half-cried out as his tongue plunged inside me, then out to swirl around my swollen nub, teasing and licking. It was the most exquisite torture I had ever felt. My hands clutched at the sheets, my body thrashing of its own accord as he took me with his tongue. My world unraveled as he mastered me, controlled me, played me like a divine instrument. I rose higher and higher, everything but his tongue disappearing from my universe. Then, suddenly, he pushed me over the edge of the cliff, and I screamed his name as my body shattered into a million pieces.
Spider brought me gently back down to earth, still stroking me with his tongue until I couldn’t take any more. I opened my eyes as I lay gasping against the sheets, and met his eyes, dark and hooded with lust. Wordlessly, he grasped my hips and turned me over so that I was on my hands and knees. My sex instantly began to throb again with the thought of him finally pushing inside me. I moaned softly and felt my hips rock back in anticipation. Spider chuckled deep in his throat. “You’re a responsive one, aren’t you, baby girl? You want me inside you?”
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