Bobcat
Rolling Thunder Birmingham
Candace Blevins
Bobcat © April 2020 by Candace Blevins
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Contents
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Meet the men of the Birmingham RTMC...
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Bibliography
McGyver Excerpt
About the Author
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Meet the men of the Birmingham RTMC...
Bobcat is good at managing the workin’ girls in Chattanooga. When the Birmingham chapter is decimated during battle, they put out a call for help, and Bobcat is sent to manage their strip club. It turns out, the dancers are divas and the waitresses are angry, and managing a titty bar is nothing like managing the RTMC Motor Hotel back home.
Tess McKnight is a highly successful, tough-as-nails criminal attorney. She doesn’t have time for fools or idiots, but the RTMC is one of her biggest legal clients, so she has to spend time with the new manager of Blaze to make sure he doesn’t screw everything up.
She’s a mongoose and he’s a cat. These kinds of sparks aren’t supposed to fly between them.
Other Books in the Birmingham RTMC series:
Dementor
Bobcat
Frost (Spring 2020)
Squatch (Summer 2020)
Chapter One
Bobcat
The door opened to the smell of sex, sweat, and booze. I gave my eyes a second to adjust to the dim lighting and made my way to a table near the stage. I wasn’t in my cut, and I’d asked my Birmingham brothers not to talk to me. I wanted to experience Blaze as a customer before I was introduced as manager.
The stage had three narrow sections jutting out into the audience. Runways, maybe? I wasn’t sure what they were called, but I figured I’d soon learn. Each had two poles, but there were currently only three girls dancing, each on a different runway. It appeared the dancer in the center was the focus, and that was where most everyone was sitting.
I chose to sit off to the side, where a feisty, leggy blonde with exaggerated eyelashes was skillfully working the pole. Birmingham is a long way from Vegas, but the girl had decent skills. She was in a sequined G-string, which was as far as she could go. Local ordinances don’t allow for full nudity.
A waitress came to take my order. She was moderately attractive, but her smile was fake and her scent angry. I ordered seven shots of an expensive whiskey. She didn’t bat an eye.
I settled a hundred-dollar bill on the table, and when she returned with my drinks, I told her to pay for my drinks with it and bring me the rest in ones.
Fifteen seconds after the waitress left a stack of ones on the table, a dancer in a G-string and tall heels approached and leaned in close.
“Hey there, sugar. What’re you doing off to the side, all by your lonesome? You want some company?”
I lifted a brow. “What are you offering?”
“All I can legally offer is conversation and a lap dance, sugar.”
“And if I asked, could I get more?”
“You a cop?”
“Nope.”
“Let’s get to know one another a little before we think about more. I’m Trinity.”
She was saying all the right things, she was friendly, and she was beautiful. She was also human, so she likely had no idea I knew she wasn’t the least bit horny. Her movements and voice said she was, but her scent was all business. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it meant I wasn’t interested in her.
“You’re way too experienced at this for my taste, Trinity. I prefer the girls who don’t quite know what they’re doing yet. How about I give you a twenty to send one of your newbies my way?”
“She ain’t gonna offer up her pussy right off the bat either, sugar.”
“That’s okay. Walk me to a private room and send a sweet young thing in for me.” I reached into my pocket, pulled out a stack of twenties, peeled one off, and handed it to her. “Easy money, and you can move on to someone else.”
I’d been downing shots as I talked to her, and I slammed the second to the last before handing her my last. She threw it back, took my twenty, reached for my hand, and pulled me up from the chair. I grabbed the stack of ones and let her lead me to a private room.
I wasn’t in long before a sweet young thing entered and stopped just inside the door. Her scent told me she was shy but was forcing herself to appear otherwise. Perfect.
“My friends call me Bobcat, sweetheart. What shall I call you?”
“I’m Kitty. Trinity said you wanted someone new?”
She was a tiger, so the name was fitting in more ways than one. She wore a G-string and a short little shirt that was sexier than fuck because it showed a hint of under-boob. She seemed a little shaky on the sky-high heels, but it just added to her charm.
“Take a deep breath, Kitty. We’re two peas in a pod.”
She grinned and took a few steps into the room. “Bobcat, huh?”
“Indeed.” I rubbed my dick
through the fabric of my jeans. Her uneasiness had brought it to life. “Come sit on my lap and show me what you got. I know how to keep my hands to myself.”
I settled two twenties on a nearby table. “There’s more where those came from, sweetheart.”
She lifted her chin and stalked to me. Whether I’d made her comfortable or the money had, I wasn’t sure.
She was just out of my reach when she took her skimpy top off, which gave me a nice, close-up view of her tits. Real, not fake, and she was moderately endowed. Her deft fingers played with them, and she turned to offer a nice view of her ass.
I wanted to touch, but it wasn’t time to push her yet. Not all the girls were up for sex — a few were just dancers. I’d walked in without reading anyone’s file, so I had no idea whether this girl would go next door with me or not. I wanted to experience this evening as a customer with no preconceived notions.
Kitty danced around me and over me several minutes before she finally sat on my legs. I’d scooted forward while she straddled them, so she landed on my cock.
I hadn’t had sex since before breakfast, so I’d be fresh for the evening, and I closed my eyes and soaked her in.
“And if I wanted to sink inside the pretty kitty, is that something we can negotiate?”
She rotated her hips on me. “Be more specific, Bobcat. I’m not sure what you’re asking.”
“Two hundred dollars to fuck your ass. No kissing. No pussy. Lots of lube. Lots of eye contact. Face to face. Human style, not kitty style. No condom, since we both know neither of us can catch anything.”
She ground on my cock a few more times. “You can’t get your dick out on the premises. There’s a hotel next door. My fee’s two-fifty for anal, plus the room. I can take a thirty-minute break, but you’ll only get twenty minutes of it because that includes the walk there and back, and dealing with the front desk.”
“You get a deal on the room?”
“It ain’t a by-the-hour hotel. It’s high class, but there are some bare-bones rooms we can get for fifty bucks cash so long as you keep it less than an hour. If you use a card, you have to get one of the regular rooms at one-twenty a night.”
“Don’t need it for the night. Cash is good. Get your pussy off my dick and let’s walk.”
My original plan had been to stop things here and introduce myself, but I kinda wanted the sweet little kitty’s ass.
I wanted to know her story, but I’d have to wait to get it. Her accent told me she’d grown up here. Had she lost someone in the battle and been forced into sex work to survive? It didn’t feel like it, but it was clear she hadn’t done this before the riots and fighting.
She grabbed a long tunic from a hook on the wall, pulled it over her head, and walked me back into the main room.
Dementor was sitting in the spot I’d likely be perched the following night, on a tall chair between the bar and the door to the private areas. Kitty nodded towards me and then the back door, and he looked me over as if he didn’t know me before he returned her nod. I’m nowhere near as scary as Dementor, so we might need to have the dancers check in with someone else. We wanted johns to understand they’d get hurt if they hurt our girls. A brother would be stationed by the rooms so he could come in if there was a problem, but it’s better to avoid problems to start with.
Her heels clicked on the sidewalk between the buildings. The air was chilly, but it invigorated me and my inner cat. I had a feeling it did the same to Kitty. I could still smell a little anxiety, but she seemed mostly okay.
As promised, I handed over fifty cash once Kitty told the guy in the lobby we needed a room, and he handed her a key.
Once in the room, Kitty opened a drawer and pulled out two vials of lube.
“You want to lube me, or do you want me to put on a show while I do it?”
I leaned against the door and considered my options. I’d planned to lube her, but the idea of her putting on a show was a little too good to pass up. I pulled off two hundred and sixty dollars in twenties and settled them on a table.
“I plan to be in that ass until the timer on my phone gives me a thirty second warning, and only then will I nut. You have one minute to lube yourself — and that doesn’t mean getting yourself all stretched out. Just slick.”
She lifted a brow. “Should I say yes Sir?”
I chuckled. “Only if you want to, sweet little Kitty.”
As ordered, Kitty lubed herself fast, with one hand working her clit while a single finger of her other hand sank into her little asshole. She moved a second finger like she was going to insert it, too, and I gave a short little growl. She stopped without comment.
I tossed her a towel to wipe her hands off, and I began to strip. I’d taken my boots off while she worked on herself, so it’d been a timesaver and not merely a nice little show.
Her eyes bugged when she saw my cock — it isn’t terribly long, but it’s pretty damned fat. It’s nearly always a tight fit in an ass.
My turn to stalk to her, and she swallowed. She was suddenly nervous, and I’d need to fix that, but not quite yet.
“Get your back on the bed, ass end aimed at me. Grab your ankles and don’t let go.”
I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and spread my legs so I could fuck her without having to bend. I let a few drops of lube drop onto the end of my cock and swirled my finger around the head once to distribute it.
She was still a bit too nervous, so I ran a different finger down her cleavage and to the top of her mound. “It’s going to be okay. Look at me, Kitty.” Her gaze met mine and I wanted to pet her, but I didn’t. “I’ll give you time to get used to me.”
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Take your pleasure.”
Such a brave little thing. What does it say about me that it made me want to slam into her?
Perhaps because I felt the urge to hurt her, I eased in and watched her face. Her micro-expressions. Monitored her scent. She kept her eyes open, though I could see she wanted to close them. My cock spread her little asshole open but she handled it like a pro. I’d paid for her ass and she did her best to make sure I got what I needed. She wasn’t a pro quite yet, though, and that made it so much sweeter.
I enjoy sex, so I partake of it frequently. Almost always with the sweetbutts, though I occasionally take my pleasure with a workin’ girl. There’s nothing like sinking into someone’s ass for the first time while you look into their eyes. The sweetbutts aren’t mine and never will be, but I pay the workin’ girls up front so we both know they’re bought and paid for. Mine because I bought them. Not mine permanently, but mine for a short time. That doesn’t mean I can abuse them or treat them like shit, but it means I get to take more liberties. Nothing outside of established boundaries, but that leaves a lot of leeway.
Her face showed me the stretch was too much, but her scent told me it was working for her. One of my jobs as manager would be to move people around if necessary. The workin’ girls were outside of town at a fake spa, and Mad Dog thought it possible we should bring a few of them to Blaze while moving a few of the dancers to the spa, which also has a dungeon set up with an established kinky clientele. If Kitty liked pain, she’d be the perfect pro-submissive. If she was hurt, she could easily change and heal. Bruises wouldn’t put her out of commission for impact play.
I cleared my mind and gave Kitty my undivided attention — her tight anal muscles squeezed my cock, her face showed her pain, and her delicious scent gave me the whole story.
“You like pain.”
She didn’t deny it, so I told her, “Don’t let go of your ankles. No screaming. Tell me to stop if I get too rough.”
She nodded, and I pulled out and slammed all the way home. She held her breath to keep from screaming, so I gave her a second to get used to me before I pulled out and slammed back in, balls deep.
A whimper escaped her chest and she met my gaze with watery eyes, but her scent told me she didn’t want me to stop. She wasn’t just horny, she was need
y.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Such a good little Kitty. Gonna fuck you good now. You don’t get to orgasm until my phone’s alarm goes off. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I powered out and back in, rapid-fire. I didn’t take it even a little bit easy on her. I’d have seriously injured a human, but she was a tiger and she could handle it. Kitty hadn’t been shy so much as submissive. She needed someone to tell her what to do, and the dancers need to be able to run the show. She was probably working at the wrong place, but we’d deal with that later.
A minute in, assured she could handle what I was dishin’ out, I got lost in the sensations. Her scent, her tight little ass. And yeah, she was probably squeezing to keep it tight for me, but that was okay. She wanted to come and she was holding back like a good little submissive.
My phone went off way to soon, but I told myself I could wear myself out on a sweetbutt later. I went faster, then faster, until my balls drew up, primed and ready. I ordered her to come, and as soon as her ass muscles jerked, my nuts let loose.
I froze inside her and emptied my balls. Damn, I wanted to scent-mark the little bitch, but she was following the rules so I did as well. Later, I’d probably be able to, but not while I was pretending to be a customer.
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