by Dane, Ryder
“Sorry about that, but I kept seeing that melted wing in my mind, and I’ve known about your rep for helping out the club over the years. It seemed to fit, you know?”
It choked her up. This strange man with a talent to be able to see beauty in something so ugly, amazed her. She nodded her head and did her best to listen to the idea that he started talking about to use the scars as a bare bones start.
“We can put the club’s logo between the lines on your ribs too if you want.” He took the papers, and started sketching more amazing ways to hide or play up the scars. “The effect when you move will be A-fucking awesome. If I can get it right, it will have a three dimensional appearance, and when you move it will look like the wings are folding over the bikers.”
They discussed his reasons for not showing off his talent as an artist before now, and he shrugged his shoulders. “The guys go to the place in town, and if I wanted to open an ink shop I’d have to start out with customers waiting. I used to work at the Ink Shack and did pretty good before the blow up with my old man. How many people want tattoos from an unknown artist? Not to mention, I don’t have the money to open a business like that.”
She thought about his valid reasoning, after all, opening your own business did take money, even something as small scale as he would need would take a few grand to start. She might be wasting her money, and her back might end up looking like shit, but he couldn’t mess it up worse than it already was, so she made her decision.
“I’ll give you my credit card, and my truck, and you find a place where you can purchase what you need to make these sketches into reality. You can keep the equipment when you’re finished in payment. And, if it comes out as beautiful as these drawings promise. I’ll let you take a picture to use for advertisement. Just the tattoos, not my face, or the other places with scars.”
Larry wandered in and she made them help fix breakfast when he bragged about his omelet making abilities. She gave over the keys to the truck, a spare key to the house, and her credit card. She wasn’t worried they would steal from her, if they did, they were facing a far harsher punishment than any judge would give to them. You don’t steal from a member, you can ask for, or receive help when it was needed, but you never steal.
She waited for them to leave, and took the tunnel entrance to the bar. Everything looked good from what she could see. Hearing Wanda screech out John’s name in the quiet of the place made her jump, until she realized what the screams actually were. “Fuck me harder, you fat son-of-a-bitch,” was not her idea of talking to a lover, but then she had to admit, John did have a considerable gut. The last time she’d heard the two middle-aged lovers going at it, they were having oral sex on the fake leather couch in her office. “Eat me, and swallow it all,” gave her a mental picture that had refused to go away for weeks.
This morning she envied their relationship. Enjoying sex at work was a safe way of enjoying the forbidden; after all, the probability of being discovered was low. They worked together as a team when the bar was closed. She had never let on that she knew they were using the bar as a trysting place. Wanda was married to a man who was paralyzed and lived in a nursing facility. She refused to divorce her husband of thirty years, saying she couldn’t abandon the man who’d fathered her children before his accident. John was closed mouth about his personal life to Future, she knew almost nothing about the man, other than he seemed to care about Wanda.
She went back to the house to make a shopping list. It would take Mathew a few days to do her tattoo, and she knew Larry would stick close too. One of them had better be able to cook more than eggs, or they’d be eating a lot of takeout. She had to be at the bar most nights, especially since she’d been absent these past few days.
Future texted the list to Mathew’s cell phone. He had her card and could purchase what they needed so she wouldn’t have to take the time to do it herself when they came back with her truck. Having them around would be good preparation for living with her mother ghosting around the house.
*****
The Big Dog was in a rotten mood and everyone noticed it. The morning of the attempt on Future’s life, he was stuck in court swearing that Kevin was more than welcome in his home and that he could and did provide a safe, sanitary, and secure home filled with love for Kevin’s needs. The Guardian at Litem argued that Hugh was the President of an Outlaw Motorcycle Group, and therefore suspect as a fit parent for a young impressionable mind. She further asked the court to reconsider placement of Kevin to a state approved Foster Home until the court could determine his permanent home. The Suits countered that Hugh had no criminal history, and wasn’t a suspect in any ongoing cases of a legal matter. He was also the child’s only living relative. Therefore, he should be allowed to keep Kevin as his own child.
Had he known the child advocate would be such a fucking cunt about it, he would have taken care of her before the hearing. She was an uptight spinster with her brown hair in a bun and thick glasses who wore a pencil skirt suit, and a sour expression. He was determined to either change her mind, or find a way to make her change her mind. If she disappeared now, he would be a suspect, but he wasn’t the kind of man to harm a woman, physically anyway.
The Suits had won for now, pending the investigation of Hugh’s residence and living arrangements.
He’d no more gotten back to the club when he was greeted with the news of Kreb’s screwed up attempt at assassinating Future. Charlie and Butch assured him that she was fine, with only superficial cuts on her arm, there wasn’t anything to stress about.
Butch set his mind at ease with the news that he’d sent Freakshow and Larry with her for protection. “Look, man, I had no reason to keep her here, and who wants a pissed off psychic hanging around bitching that she needed to get home to her life. I told her not to ditch the guys, or else.”
When Larry called two days later, and told Butch that they would be staying for a few more days to do some sightseeing, it caused Big Dog a few restless hours of sleep. Was she letting them fuck her? He couldn’t believe that would happen, she needed a man, not a kid, or a guy that got his jollies from seeing how far he could stretch his earlobe. No, there must be some other reason for their prolonged stay. He called her at two in the morning, she was just closing the bar and promised to call him back as soon as she got home. Her “I miss you” went a long way to reassure him that she wasn’t fucking another man, he trusted her. Right? Yeah, he trusted her, but what about Show, he was attractive to some women, no, Show wasn’t that stupid. His thoughts calmed down when he realized that he was acting like a jealous asshole. He didn’t own her. Yet.
When she called at three fifteen sounding exhausted, but happy to talk to him, he knew she was being straight with him. He felt a kick to his gut each time she said, “I miss you.” He needed to do something about the two of them. This long distance shit was just that, shit.
The Sheriff’s deputies came that morning to inform him that one of his members had been found in the dumpster behind City Hall, so he had to act concerned. Who would do such a heinous thing? He asked about surveillance videos and all the appropriate questions a concerned friend would ask, but it got them redirected at the gangs that had begun to crop up in small towns lately. Let them feel some heat for once. The cops were so busy watching the bikers that they’d forgotten about the city gangs. At least bikers didn’t steal old ladies purses and cut up pets to pretend they were badasses or Devil worshippers.
The old farmhouse that sat back off the road, with sixty acres and a big pole barn, was only a half a mile from the clubhouse, and Big Dog had been renovating it for over a year in his spare time. He used the place as his home address on the court papers, and knew he needed to finish up at least two of the four bedrooms in the house before that Ms. Pearson showed up to check on the living conditions at his home. He drafted Charlie and a few of the greybeards to help him since they didn’t have day jobs, and the old house was shaping up fine. As luck would have it, Ms. Pearson showed up wh
ile he was at Kevin’s school for a conference with the teacher concerning the boy’s inattention to his homework.
Charlie gave her the tour and showed her the plans that Hugh had drawn up for the property. While he was at it, he got her chatting about her life and they were talking like old friends before he was finished with the tour. She asked him about the club and he offered to take her for a ride on his bike the next day, which just happened to be Saturday, and her day off. His brand of rough charm must have worked, especially when she found out how lonely the older man was. “I don’t have a lady in my life and I never had any kids to tie me down. This group of people is my family, but it’s still lonely, if you know what I mean.” He walked her around the outside of the house once more, and took her elbow so she wouldn’t stumble on the uneven ground. She let his hand stay on her arm, even when it was no longer necessary for him to steady her. “Would it be too ignorant of me to ask if you would go for a ride with me tomorrow? I promise not to mention Hugh or Kevin, I know you are a woman with ethics, and I would never try to change your mind about something as important as a child’s safety.”
He walked her to her car and opened the door for her to sit in the driver’s seat. Before he closed the door, she gave him her address and telephone number with a shy smile. He looked at the paper and saw that her first name was Selma, he kinda liked the name Selma.
Chapter Ten
Four days after Future left him, he showed up at the bar. She was tending bar and almost dropped the tray of beers she’d just filled an order for, when he stepped inside, and without hesitation, walked toward her. She put the tray down and hurried to the end of the bar where he was standing, waiting for her. He was so tall that all he had to do was reach over to haul her over the polished wood and into his arms. The catcalls and whoops from her patrons was ignored as he smashed her lips with his, and laid a slap on her ass that everyone in the place could hear. His arms were wrapped so tightly around her that she had to pinch his belly to have him allow her to draw air into her lungs. His, “You’ll pay for that,” and his not so quiet demand to show him her office, gave her a thrill. “Either you show me a private spot in this place, or I’ll fuck you right here.”
The yells and clapping was strange to hear, even in the bar that had grown so popular since she’d purchased the place, that she hid her face in his chest. “The back room where my office is has a couch.” He kept his hold around her, and carried her into the hallway until they came to the door with Office written on it, and he set her down long enough to open the door and push her inside.
“You left without saying goodbye. Imagine my surprise when I got back from court about Kevin and you were gone. Not only are you gone, but there was a dead Krebs to take care of and Butch barely avoided being beaten to death by sending the men with you.” His words were accompanied by his busy hands removing her clothing. “You have some making up to do, woman.”
When he’d left yesterday, he told himself that he was just coming here to see what his men were doing. All week he’d been horny and grouchy, but even the fluffers, women who show up at the club on weekends to walk on the wild side, doing anything and everything asked of them but not looking for a love connection, didn’t hold any appeal for him. He wanted his scarred Future. It didn’t make any sense and he didn’t give a shit. She was the one his prick wanted and as far as he was concerned, that was that. Now that his emotions were involved, fucking her out of his system wasn’t going to work like he’d thought it would.
She went to her knees in front of him before he could tell her what he wanted and had her hands on his belt and the button of his jeans. Once she’d sprung his prick from the confines of his pants, she looked up at him and smiled. “Let me see if I can apologize in a way that will make an impression. I’ve been fantasizing about this since the morning I woke and you were gone. I planned to do this as a parting gift you know, now just enjoy, and tell me if I’m doing this wrong.” She began to lick his prick on the head and slowly made her way to the root of the shaft. Her hand kept a hold of his eager prick as she slid her mouth over the entire head and began to draw him inside with only the suction of her mouth. One of her hands scratched the tight wrinkles of his sac, and a wandering fingernail scraped his taint.
His hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair and she made a humming sound that went straight through his cock to his already heated balls. She curled the finger teasing his taint and pushed her knuckle up, stretching the skin, and making him feel the euphoria of the sperm rushing to his prick. “Dammit, I’m coming, damn you, I—take it, oh yeah, take it all, let me feel your throat, yeah. Like that.” His semen shot into the back of her throat and coated every crevice of her mouth. He could feel her attempts to swallow as fast as his liquid offering filled her mouth and he jerked as she continued to suck until he had given all he could for the time being. When she made a chewing motion on his sensitive head, he pulled out of her mouth with a quick motion of his hips.
He pulled up with his hands still fisted in her hair. She stood and he pulled her head back to gain access to her mouth, neck, and shoulders, for his teasing kisses. She was breathing heavily by the time he came up for air. He turned her and pushed her over the high back of the couch, hoisting her hips a bit for the angle he wanted, when he stopped to look at her back. “Well I’ll be damned, this is fucking beautiful. Flex your shoulders again, I swear it looks like the wings are folding over the bikes. That’s impressive, I love this. I really like the logo too.” His fingers traced her newly colored tattoo on the outside of the lines, because the tat was still pink and healing. He’d had plenty of experience with getting new ink, and knew enough not to disturb the art until it was healed. “I don’t know who your artist is, but I want to see if they will do my next tat. This is a real work of art.”
Where women normally had a tramp stamp put over the cracks of their asses was the Burning Bastards logo. A skeleton standing in a circle of flames with the ring depicting a speedometer looking at the viewer, and flipping the bird was depicted on her lower back. The small jagged scars on her thighs were now rain clouds and when he pulled her up to see the front of her belly and ribs, long zig-zags of lightning bolts ran across the expanse. “I never thought to use the raised skin to create such effects in a tattoo. All I can say is damn.”
“I think you will be surprised when I tell you that Matthew is the artist. I am so pleased with the results that I plan to bankroll him when he finds a place to open shop. It was his idea to make the angel into a security thing, and he came up with the rest too. I had the witch hat and the symbol on my neck done when I was eighteen.”
His, “Matthew who?” made her smile. “Matthew, known at the crib as Freakshow. He was at the meeting and saw my scars, he showed me some sketches of things he thought could be done to make the ugly things into what you see. I admit to being teary eyed each time he finishes another one. It took him four days to get my tats just right. The man has a wicked fast imagination.”
She found herself back into the original position that he’d put her in over the couch’s back. Two of his long fingers slid easily into her wet tunnel, and she gasped as he worked the fingers hard and fast inside.
His fingers left her begging for more, but he replaced them with his thick cock and slammed inside her as hard as he dared. The idea that Freakshow had seen her mostly naked in order to complete those beautiful tattoos pissed him off. He kept up his harsh pace until he felt her channel contract around his prick. He knew he would hose her pussy until she was filled completely with his flesh and semen and the idea added to his excitement, he reached around her to rub her unprotected clit with his fingers. The unearthly noise that came from between her clenched teeth, and the way her pussy clamped down on his cock as it attempted to squeeze and suction the come from his balls and prick, blew his control completely.
When they got their breath back, they went into the bar where the patrons cheered them. He sat on the stool where the bar ended at the wall and grinn
ed when three beers were set in front of him by the woman they called Clem. “You have a fan club, a few of the men who’ve been hitting on Future for a while now and getting nowhere fast, sent these. One of them said to tell you that you must be a hell of a man to take that witch on.” She eyed him up and down, “I gotta say I tend to agree with him.” She smiled at him and went about her business.
At one thirty in the morning, Larry and Freakshow walked into the bar and saw their President sitting by himself, so they joined him. Larry stood back a bit, still nervous around the big man. Eventually, he became comfortable, but still remained cautious with his words. Even when Big Dog mentioned the tattoos that he’d seen on Future’s skin.
“I couldn’t believe it when she flexed her shoulders, that angel looked like she was moving—that was cool as hell, man. Good work. Now you can tell me why you’ve been sandbagging it, working in the body shop when you can do work like that on skin. You can set up shop in the same building that Cherry and Kitty have their salon. If you can do work like that, you’ll run that fucker Marlow out of business in six months.”
He eyed a nervous Larry before asking him what light he was hiding under a bushel.
“I’ve been finding out all kinds of abilities the Bastards have. I got a hold of Muffy, that’s Future’s mother FYI. Anyway, I want a list of everyone’s hobby’s and experience. We need more legit businesses for the books, and something for the elders to do when they retire from the everyday job. I found four greybeards that were builders and carpenters that have made my renovation of the farmhouse a hell of a lot easier. Joker told me that he’s old, not dead.