by Avelyn Paige
Shit, she had me at strippers. I didn’t need to see what those men would do with women that were paid to like them after seeing how they acted with the regular girls. Why do I always get talked into this shit?
“Sure, how long do I have to get ready?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Dani. I brought something with me. Just the thing in case you said yes. Nothing says ‘torture Hero’ like a mini dress and fuck me heels. You’ll have him begging for forgiveness for whatever the asshole did now. Come on, let’s get you dolled up and ready to party!” Bubbles screams for joy and begins the beautification process.
Between her and Ruby, they paint my face, style my hair, and stuff me into a dress two sizes too small and about six inches too short. Add in the six-inch death traps strapped to my feet and I am modeling the look to interview for the newest club mama at Heaven’s Rejects. Ricca would be proud. Damn, I miss her. I hope she’s okay. Walking down the stairs is near impossible to do without holding onto the railing. I think Bubbles and Ruby picked these shoes out specifically to off me. In fact, I’m sure of it. Finally landing on the first floor, I quickly walk to the door so no one sees me in this getup, but I’m caught just inches from the door.
“Whoa there, Dani baby. Looking good, doll face. You sure you want to go out looking like that? You could always stay here with me and have a little fun, “Voodoo cat-calls. “I’d much rather have you on the stage tonight than these washed-out strippers.”
Hero walks into the room just as Voodoo finishes hitting on me. Anger fills his face as he stalks over to me and hauls my ass outside. Pressing me against the closed door, he pins me from escaping.
“What the fuck, Dani? Who dressed you like this?”
“Bubbles and Ruby,” I admit. “I thought you’d like me dressed like one of your whores.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I was trying to pour my heart out to you last night, and you fucking used me and left,” he remarks. Oh my, I pressed his buttons by leaving. There’s a shocker.
“Pour your heart out to me? You cried in the fucking shower and then ate my pussy against my better judgment. Nowhere in any of that sounds like you baring your soul to me. Baring your cock and your oral skills maybe, but not your heart,” I yell at him. My fists ball at my sides as I fight the urge to throat punch him. He doesn’t have the right to treat me like an unruly child after tasting my pussy. He doesn’t fucking own me.
“Jesus, Dani. What do you want me to say? I suck at apologies. The best I can do is go un-fuck yourself or whatever. What the hell can I do to make you believe me? I’m fucking sorry, woman.”
“How about an STD test and maybe a full psychological evaluation? I’d love to see what’s growing on your dick. You might just be a medical marvel. Can I go now? I’ve had just about my fill of fun with you within the last twenty-four hours.”
Shoving him off of me, I stalk to the waiting car. The ladies cheer and clap as I slam the door. Hero doesn’t protest my leaving and just watches as we pull away from the club. That fight went down far too easily. He’s up to something.
Pulling up to the club, I realize how much of a monumentally bad idea this is. If it wasn’t for the nearly naked women standing in line for the club tipping me off, the thunder from down under poster certainly screams bad fucking idea. We file out of the car and the bouncers wave us in without checking our IDs, which is a good thing because I don’t have one. I really need to figure out a way to get a fake one before something like this happens again. I’m sure someone at the club could help me if I come up with a good enough lie to cover my ass. A hostess escorts us back to a private booth near the stage.
“Let’s do shots!” screams Daisy. One round of shots turns into three and before I know it, I’m walking the fine line of sobriety. My vision wavers with each shot I sling back. I need to drown Hero out tonight and let loose. Without him here, I don’t have to be on guard. Thankfully, the male revue ended just before we arrived so at least I won’t be subjected to that. I don’t know how I feel about being fake-fucked by a stranger in front of a crowd. Sure, they’re nice to look at, but I doubt what they have downstairs is as big as they make it seem. They might as well have the stickers they have on side-view mirrors: peckers may appear larger than they are.
The next thing I know, the girls drag me out onto the dance floor. We shake our asses for hours as our drinks continue to be filled mysteriously. A well-dressed man pulls me against him as we sway to the beat of the music. He grabs my hips and holds me tightly against him. I can feel his erection growing against my ass as we dance together. His hands roam from my hips and cup my breasts as he nuzzles his face into the side of my neck. He’s not bad looking, but he’s certainly no Hero. Jesus, I can’t even enjoy a night out without him penetrating my mind. What do I need to do to drown out his presence?
My dance partner whispers in my ear that he’d like to take me home tonight. Hell, maybe that’s what I need. Have a one-night stand and move on with my life. It sure as hell would make it easier to leave the clubhouse without having any ties there. I know my false sense of security will be ripped from me sooner rather than later so maybe I need to rip the proverbial Band-Aid off. I wonder what Hero would do if I brought this man home and fucked him in his bed. He’d definitely have to get new sheets. The amount of blood from the murders wouldn’t wash out easily. Hell, he’d probably have to torch his room to get rid of the evidence.
I politely decline the offer from my dance partner and slide away from him. I have enough problems in my life, adding another stranger to the mix isn’t exactly ideal. Moving back toward the booth, I walk into someone by accident.
“Sorry, my bad,” I exclaim, trying to move around them. With each step I take, my path is blocked. “Seriously, dude, just let me pass. I want to go back to my table.”
“Enjoying yourself, angel? You and I need to talk,” a husky voice replies. Oh shit, it’s Hero and he just saw everything that man did with me on the dance floor. I knew I should have never come here.
Watching Dani leave with the girls nearly killed me. My ravenous angel was so pissed at me for god knows what, and I was stunned into submission. Her continuous accusation that I have dick rot teeters on the line of total bullshit and anger. Little does she know, my shit gets tested every month. I know that seems extreme, but sometimes you just never know what these women have hidden between their legs. Does it stop me from fucking them? Hell no. I always wrap my shit up every time one of the club girls comes knocking on my door. The thought of my brothers’ dick juices on mine is enough to make me hurl. I love them, but I don’t need to fucking wear them later.
Walking back into the clubhouse, I fall into the seat next to Raze just as the two strippers arrive. They wave their fake tits in my face, but I’m not interested at all in the goods they are peddling. It’s hard to be turned on by a woman who is being paid to sell her body when I had the real fucking deal standing angrily in front of me not all that long ago. Dani’s the only thing that will do for me tonight. Shoving one of the girls off my lap, I stalk away from the group and reach over the bar, pulling a beer onto the counter... Raze is the only one that notices I’ve left since Blondie-fake-tits has moved onto someone more interested and willing to pay for her services. Strippers and actual hookers make you think you want them to lighten your wallets, but even I’m not stupid enough to think that they are horny for my cock. Well, they might be, but that’s one bridge I ain’t crossing. If Dani thinks I’m unclean for getting blown and fucked by the club girls, I can only imagine what her thoughts about the women would be.
Jesus, just thinking about the argument outside has me hot and bothered. When the evil little minion inside of her takes over, she’s hot as fuck with that smart mouth. I don’t exactly like my women submissive, but watching her verbally tear me limb from limb in anger is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a little hellcat and damn, I love that about her. She’s got this attitude of “don’t fuck with me” yet she can be sweet as s
ugar during her softer moments... Hell, tonight was proof enough of that. Watching her fight is the only other thing that might top her mouth. I seriously wonder if she’s ever considered getting in the ring. I’d love to watch her tear some bitch’s head off and then fuck her right there in the middle of the ring before her adrenaline rush slows down. Then again, if some bitch hurt her, I’d be in jail for killing her for touching my girl.
Fuck, I keep calling Dani my girl. She’s fucking far from that right now. Instead of staying here with me after I tried to fucking apologize to her, she runs off with the old ladies and club girls and even I know that’s a dangerous combination. The more I think about it, the more I hate the idea that she’s with them right now. She should be here with me letting me make up for my asshole behavior. A dangerous thought crosses my mind about checking in on Dani’s girls’ night adventure. Hell, maybe I will get lucky and drunk Dani will actually want to have a conversation with me instead of trying to verbally hack off my balls. She’ll be mad at me for showing up, but pissed off Dani turns me on. Either way, I have a feeling I’ll end up getting what I want if I do crash her party. Besides, who’s going to stop me from going?
Raze must have the same idea because as soon as I’m out the door and starting my Harley, he’s suited up next to me on his.
“You thinking this girl’s night out bullshit was a bad idea?” he asks.
“I know it’s a bad idea. Maj and the girls out at a club with no supervision. Of course, nothing could go wrong there,” I sarcastically answer. “Do you know where they were headed?”
“Ruby said something about Tallywackers or some shit like that. The only place I could think was that new male strip club off of Freeway 10.”
They took Dani to a fucking strip club. Just what I fucking need, a bunch of overcompensating, ripped fuckers trying to rub their shit all over her while she is drunk. Hell, they’ve probably singled her out already for a private show, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. Her pussy is mine and that’s how it’s going to stay.
Firing up my bike, I haul ass out of the parking lot without even waiting for Raze. This shit ends now. Dani is either coming home with me tonight or not at all. I can’t stand having her within arm’s reach and not being able to feel her body writhing and moaning underneath me. That little stunt she pulled last night with her thanks-for-the–orgasm-but-I’d-rather-not-fuck-you bullshit still has my blood pumping... Who fucking does that? Oh wait; I’ve done that before with the girls, but fuck, it feels completely different experiencing it from the other side. I could definitely see her point about my previous lifestyle choices, but I am trying so fucking hard with her to make her see I’m not always that guy. It may not seem like it, but I’m willing to stow that side of me for her. Why can’t she see that I’m trying to be genuine with her?
Pulling up to the club, I know I am about to walk into a shit storm. The line of ladies just waiting to go in this close to closing time tells me that this isn’t going to end well. No woman waits in line all night if the show is bad. Fuck! What if I find Dani in there with a fucking male stripper giving her a lap dance? Holding back my control is one thing, but to not kill someone for touching what I want as my own will be fucking impossible. I’d likely kill him before even saying a word to the guy.
Luckily for Raze and I, who has finally arrived, a friend of the club is working the door. Bubba Ray lets us in without a second thought.
“Evening, gentleman. You might find what you’re looking for in the private booth on the left hand side of the stage. Should I call the ambulance now or after you’ve left?” he declares as we walk through the red velvet rope.
“How bad is it, Bubba?” Raze asks.
“Bad enough that you might want to take those cuts off before I have to call the police. Maj disappeared about an hour ago and hasn’t been seen since. I’m assuming she’s in the back.”
Raze stares at Bubba Ray for a solid thirty seconds before bolting into the club. If Maj is in the champagne room with a male stripper, Raze is going to lose his shit. I actually feel sorry for the stripper if Raze does find him grinding on his wife because he’ll be leaving this club on a fucking stretcher and singing soprano. Would Maj even pull shit like that? It gives me enough reason to think that maybe she and Raze aren’t exactly living in marital bliss anymore. Maybe I should have Ruby find us another couple of girls because if Raze returns to the market, he’ll have wild oats that need to be sewn again.
The thought crosses my mind that maybe I should call a couple of the guys away from their entertainment to come help me restrain him. He’ll go full on beast mode, and I doubt I’ll be able to hold his shit together on my own. Thanking Bubba for the information, I step into the club. Thank fuck there are no dancers on the stage because I didn’t exactly want to see a male prima donna with a tube sock stuffed in his shorts gyrating to some shitty pop song. Making my way over to the booth, I find it nearly empty. Only a couple of the old ladies are still sitting there sipping glasses of wine while watching the crowd.
“I’m impressed, Hero. It only took you two hours to crash the party. That must be a new record,” chirps Dixie, Hot Shot’s old lady. “If you’re looking for your girl, you might want to check the dance floor.”
Turning around to the floor, the crowd parts and Dani comes into view. Her curves sway beautifully to the beat of the song and sends out its siren call to me just like it did the night I saw her at Red’s. I start to walk out to her, deciding that pulling her against me and letting her grind out her frustration on me seems like the best case scenario for the both of us, but when I come within ten feet of her, a man grabs her and pulls her against him. Watching his hands roam over her body sends shock waves of anger throughout my body. How fucking dare he touch her like that! Seeing him pawing her body sends a primal growl flying from my mouth. Things are about to go south quickly if he doesn’t step the fuck away from her.
His hands grab onto her tits as he leans down into her neck. If this motherfucker thinks for one second that she’s about to warm his bed tonight, he’s in for a rude awakening. The only thing he’s going to have in his bed is an ice pack on his missing dick. I’ve tolerated it enough watching him touch her like a fucking lover, I won’t let it escalate further than it has. She comes home with me tonight or finds a new place to live. I can’t fucking deal with her brand of torture anymore.
Thankfully, Dani quickly pulls away from him and leaves the dance floor. Now is my chance to corner her and get her to fucking talk to me like an adult. I just have to hope that she’s not too drunk to reason with. One way or another, she will talk to me tonight. I want her to understand just how serious I am about trying to find a way to make us work with her purposefully dodging me again. She lives in my fucking room, for Christ’s sake. How she gets away from me still blows my mind every time I walk into my room and find it empty.
Shoving my way into the crowd, I lie in wait in her exit path. Come on, angel face, walk right into my trap. Her body slams into mine as apologies fly from her lips. She hasn’t figured out that it’s me she’s plowed into. Maybe she is too drunk to function. Shit, this isn’t going to work if she’s going to pass out as soon as I get her out of here. Moving to block her exit, my little spitfire comes to life.
“Seriously, dude, just let me pass. I want to go back to my table.”
“Enjoying yourself, angel?” Shock registers in her eyes. The big bad wolf has come to get you, darlin’. “We need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you, asshole,” she says while trying to push past me.
“Oh no, darlin’. Getting away from me that easily isn’t going to happen again. Either you come talk to me like a good girl, or I’ll throw you on the streets again. Your choice, angel.”
Her anger intensifies knowing the consequences of blowing me off. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed her too far, but it’s the only way to make her see reason. Once we’ve hit the pissed off stage, I’m not sure how far I
can push her to get what I want out of tonight’s opportunity.
“What the fuck do you even want to talk about? Is this your sick and twisted way about wanting feedback about your oral skills? I can answer that right here. It was a solid C plus. Can I go now?”
“Oh, angel face,” I say with a chuckle. “A C-plus? Now who’s lying their ass off? Your body came so hard that you nearly snapped my tongue off when you wrapped those pretty little legs around my head and rode your orgasm out. Don’t lie to yourself that you didn’t enjoy it because you have this I-won’t-sleep-with-a-biker mantra.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself, Hero. I may have had a few drinks, but I’m nowhere near drunk enough that I would want anything to do with you or your rotted-off dick.”
Grabbing her tightly, I pull her against me. There’s no way that she is getting away from me this time without hearing what I fucking have to say.
“You need to knock off the bullshit about my dick. I’m clean, Dani, and I’ll show you the fucking doctor’s report if you want proof. I get checked every single fucking month, so stop trying to convince yourself that I’m diseased to stop you from taking what you want.”
Before she can respond, Ruby and the girls exit the dance floor and drag her away from me. They throw themselves back into the booth and order another round. Will nothing tonight go my way?
“You’re going home with me, Dani. Get your ass out of the booth,” I order.
“I’d rather go home with the guy on the dance floor than you, Hero. At least he had the decency to ask me to fuck him instead of just telling me to get on my knees and suck.”
That’s fucking it. Ripping her out of the booth, I throw her over my shoulder and haul ass out of the club. I’m done being the fucking nice guy. I toss her on the back of my bike and retrieve a helmet from the saddle bags. She’s going to give me the time I deserve whether she likes it or not.