“A couple more drinks and they’ll soon be removing their jackets,” Janey says.
I signal to the bartender to bring another tray of drinks. There’s beer and whiskey all ‘round for the girls. A couple of them have gone to choose more music on the ancient jukebox, and a couple are playing pool.
Bob seems really content staring at their asses as they bend over the table. I can see their cut-off shorts. They’re pulling right up their ass. Mhm, any further and Bob will explode if there’s anything more that gets shown off.
The barman walks over with another tray, Bob picks up his whiskey and knocks it back in one. He sips on his ice-cold beer and smiles. He makes an air guitar sign as Janey and I look at him.
“He’s not really a rocker, is he?” Janey asks.
“Not really, but he is a great guy.”
“Just wait until the girls start to maul him, he will probably shoot his load,” Janey says.
“God, don’t push him that far, I have to take him home,” I reply laughing.
“Got it, no ejaculating,” Janey says.
“You can always get one of the girls to drag him out the back later,” I say laughing.
“We will see,” Janey says.
“So, you want to hear the plan?”
“Of course, any chance to get away from Drake’s mob.”
“Well, it’s worked out for me, I have actually met a guy,” I say.
“About time, what’s his name and what’s he like in bed?” Janey asks. “Tell me everything!”
“Brent, and he’s just fine in the bedroom… if you must know.”
“At least if we work at your club, we might be as lucky as you,” Janey says excitedly.
“That’s half the reason why I thought of you girls, life will just pass you by there and there’s no real romance.”
“Don’t I know it? I’ve given too much time to those cocksuckers,” Janey says.
“Keep it quiet for now, but once we open I’m going to need someone I can trust to take care of the girls,” I say.
“You mean a manager?” Janey asks.
I shake my head. “No, more of a madam,” I reply.
“I can do that, no problem. I know how both guys and gals work.” She smiles.
Another few trays of drinks come and go. Bob is showing the girls his air guitar skills. All the girls’ jackets have been removed some time ago, and I’ve noticed most of them aren’t wearing a bra.
“Bob, do you want to interview these girls for the club?” I ask.
Bob turns, his spectacles are hanging at an angle on his face. He grins as he wobbles on his stool.
“I think they’ve all passed their interview,” he says giggling.
“Which one is the nicest?” I ask.
“This one,” Bob says as he points to Britney.
Bob makes a sign as if he is holding a large pair of breasts, and laughs out loud. Britney giggles back and slaps him on the arm.
“I think we’ve found the one to show Bob something out back,” I say.
Janey whispers into Britney’s ear. Ten or fifteen minutes pass and Britney stands. She takes hold of Bob's hand and leads him through the tables to the rear exit. Bob looks over his shoulder and pushes his spectacles up his nose. He grins broadly as Britney pushes him out of the door.
“So, how do you think Drake will take it if we offer him an enormous amount of cash?” I say.
“What for?” Janey asks.
“Well, to start with, these girls and you. But we also have four city officials who we need to implicate in a very serious, embarrassing matter.”“You know Drake is pretty fucking shrewd when it comes to dealing,” Janey says.
“That’s why we were thinking of half a million or a straight million,” I reply.
“He will laugh at the half, but a full mill, he’ll jump at the chance,” Janey says.
“I know we’re going to have to speak to him face to face, and he will be pissed at me.”
“I don’t think pissed is the right word, he was clearly upset when you left,” Janey says.
“I had to do it, as you know, I was undercover. I was losing myself.”“I’m aware of that, maybe you could just tell him the truth,” Janey says.
“I just don’t want him to think it was anything personal,” I reply.
“Bell, if he’d thought that, you’d already be dead.”
“You can’t recognize good times if you don’t remember the bad ones.”
Brent
"Unless you puke, faint or die... keep going!"
I arrived home and the bed was empty. That was pretty much how it was as I rolled over and noticed Bell wasn’t beside me. I thought it was strange she hadn’t come home, and as soon as I walked down the stairs, I could see why.
Whatever time she’d arrived home, it was obvious Bell had sat on the couch and decided that it was time to eat her ice cream.
I walk to the side of the couch; half a bowl of melted chocolate is sitting on the floor. I pour it down the drain and throw away the sticky container. Back on the couch, Bell looks as if she’s been through a few rounds. It’s cute… her hair is everywhere, and she is sound asleep in all of her clothes. She had managed to get one boot from her foot, but the other had eluded her.
Bell stirs and opens one of her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Just after nine,” I reply.
“Can you get me something to drink? I feel a little thirsty,” she says.
I head to the kitchen and return with a glass of water. Bell sits up and pulls at her hair. She looks at her feet and notices she is still wearing one boot.
“What time did you get home?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, maybe two.”
“You had a good night?” I ask.
“We did. I spoke to Janey about Drake, she reckons a million will seal the deal for him to help with the officials, we just have to talk to him and set up the place,” she says.
“And the girls?”
“They are great. Bob took a shine to Britney, the youngest of the bunch,” Bell says as she begins laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“Britney took Bob out the back to show him a good time, he came back in with his glasses all over the place, and his shirt was stuck in his zipper!” Bell says.
“Bob was drunk then, I take it?”
“I think so, he’s not a big drinker. Have you seen him?” she asks.
“No, but I believe we should go and have a look.”
Bell pulls back on her boot and stands. She wobbles slightly and grabs hold of my arm. “I think I’ll need more sleep in a while,” she says.
We walk to the other apartment and open the door. All the computer equipment is silent. We walk upstairs, the smell of stale beer and whiskey greets us as we open the door.
“You better open the windows,” Bell says.
We can hear Bob breathing heavily on the mattress we’ve placed on the floor for him. I walk to the large window and open it wide as I turn back into the room. A head pops from the blanket. Since when does Bob have blonde hair?
“Good morning,” I say.
“Where am I? And where is Janey?” she asks.
Bell giggles. “Brent, this is Britney.”
“Where is Bob?” I ask.
Britney pulls back the blanket. Bob is sound asleep in his shorts. Britney sits up with just her panties on. I shake my head in disbelief. It’s a good thing this doesn’t happen all the time.
“Bob,” I call.
Britney shakes Bob's arm. “Bob, Bob, they want you,” she murmurs.
Bob opens his eyes and reaches for his glasses. He looks toward us. He smiles at Bell and makes a gesture like he is playing air guitar.
I turn to Bell. “I see you have taught him something new?” I say smiling.
“Well, he was uptight, you said it yourself,” she says.
“What happened?” he asks.
“You don’t remember?” Britney asks.
“
Yeah, I remember that, but how we got home, I have no idea.” Bob looks at Britney’s exposed breasts. “Do you realize you’re not wearing anything?” he asks.
“Of course, yes. Do you think I’d be topless without knowing?” she replies.
“No, of course not. It’s just there are people here,” Bob says.
“Bob. I live in a biker gang’s clubhouse. I will be working in a club where I have to be naked and maybe have to sleep with a few guys, too. Do you think being topless is going to bother me?” She gives him a stern look.
“No, and feel free to stay topless as long as you like,” Bob says grinning.
“Now you’re awake Bob, is Mikey coming today?” I ask.
Bob turns his gaze away from Britney’s breasts. “Later this afternoon, he didn’t have all the cell phone numbers, so he’s gone to try and get them,” he says.
“We have a slight addition to the plan, but I will tell you when you are freshened up,” I say.
Britney starts giggling and lays back on the mattress. Bob's hand vanishes under the blanket at the same moment.
“I get the feeling we should leave these two alone,” I say, looking at Bell.
Bell looks at me. “At least someone is getting their oats in the morning,” she replies.
“I don’t think you’ll be feeling like it, not unless you have another drink.” I give her a cheeky grin. Bell’s face changes color slightly. I see she is fighting the urge to hurl.
“Are you feeling okay?” I ask.
Bell nods without saying anything. We walk back to the apartment, and Bell washes her face in the sink. I see she is breathing heavy and perspiring slightly.
“I will be okay in a minute, don’t worry,” she calls from the kitchen.
“Just take your time. Maybe a shower will help,” I reply.
“In a minute. I don’t think I can make it that far,” she says.
“Come on, I’ll help you.”
I walk behind the kitchen counter. I put my arm around Bell’s waist and help her walk upstairs and into the bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed as I pull off her boots and socks. She lifts her arms as I lift her t-shirt over her head.
“I think my jeans will be the tricky part,” she says.
She lays on the bed and closes her eyes as I fumble with the button on her jeans.
“Please don’t push my stomach,” Bell mumbles.
She finally lifts her ass as I slide her jeans down her slender legs. She stands up and breathes deeply.
“I don’t feel well.”
I help her walk into the shower. I turn on the faucet as Bell steps in. She fumbles with her bra and drops it to the tiled floor. The water washes over her body as she slips from her panties.
“Remind me never to meet up with old friends again,” Bell says, now resting her head on the side of the shower.
“If they work at the club, they will already be here.” I smile.
“Whiskey chasers are the killer,” she mumbles.
“I’m not sure it’s just the whiskey that makes you feel bad.”
“What else would it be?” Bell asks as she looks at me through the strands of wet hair hanging over her face.
“I think it was the half a gallon of chocolate ice cream you consumed,” I reply.
“I didn’t. Did I?”
“Yeah, it was on the floor all melted when I got downstairs,” I explain.
“No wonder I feel sick,” she replies.
She steps from the shower. I wrap her in a bathrobe. “Back to bed for a while,” I say. “I should be taking Britney back to the motel.”
“Just drop her on the road, but don’t let Drake see you with her,” Bell says.
“Of course not, I’ll be discrete.”
“Better still, just get her a cab.”
“That saves me messing around. I’ll go and get her now.”
“A couple of hours and I’ll be alright,” Bell says.
“Just rest.”
“Once the room has stopped spinning I will be asleep.”
I leave the large window open to the balcony. The fresh air blows into the room. I make my way back to Bob’s side and hear noises as I walk upstairs. It sounds like Britney is causing a bit of a disturbance. I’m just about to walk into the living room when I see her straddled over Bob.
I am just about to turn and walk away. I lick my lips and lean against the door frame. I can’t help it. But I feel myself becoming aroused as Britney cups her breasts. Her long blonde hair flows down her back as she tilts her head.
I see Bob raise his hands and play with her nipples. Britney puts her hands on his chest, she rocks and gyrates her hips. I can hear her faint moans and groans as she rides Bob wildly.
Go, Bob…
I feel the bulge in my pants growing. I feel quite horny watching the free show. I lower my hand and cup the bulge in my pants. I rub once or twice.
“What are you doing here?” Mikey says from behind me.
I turn quickly. “Nothing, I was doing nothing,” I say as I usher Mikey back down the stairs.
“Where is Bob? And what were those noises I could hear just now?” Mikey asks.
I see Mikey looking at me strangely. “He had a guest, and they were just waking up when you came in,” I explain.
“It looks like they were more than waking up?” Mikey says plainly.
“Why are you so early, anyway?”
“I just wanted to bring over the cell phone numbers Bob wanted,” Mikey says.
“You better get yourself a coffee, he will be coming down soon.”
"Unless you puke, faint or die... keep going!"
Bell
“Don’t give up on your dreams. Keep Sleeping.”
I’d slept for half the day and woke mid-afternoon. Brent had left me a pitcher of water at the side of the bed. I must’ve woken a couple of times because the pitcher is half empty.
I fill up the glass and walk down toward the living room. “Brent, where are you?” I call.
I walk to the bottom of the stairs. I see Brent on the phone. He mouths the word “Alex” as he listens.
I slump on the couch. The bathrobe slipping from my legs. I see Brent glance over and blow me a kiss. He finishes the call and puts the cell phone on his desk.
“What did Alex have to say?”
“I was telling him about Drake and the plan for the officials, he told me to go for it,” Brent explains. “He also said Ty is riding over from the city.”
“It’s a lot of money to trust to a bike gang leader though,” I say.
“Yeah, but Mikey said the officials wanted two million each, that’s eight million, and then you have the eight who work under them,” he says.
“They’ve got you by the balls, really,” I comment.
“They will think they have us by the balls. Alex says to speak to him as soon as possible.”
“I will call Janey and see if she can set something up quickly,” I reply.
“Either tonight or tomorrow, and then we have whatever Bob can dig up on them to back it up,” Brent says. “And now he can trace all their calls.”
“So, we can have them in the bag within a couple of days,” I say.
“Hopefully, then we can move on. Mike, the builder, is well on the way with the interior, already.”
I call Janey upstairs after I have a shower, I feel a lot better after my escapade, and now I just feel really hungry.
Janey answers the phone after a couple of rings. “Hey there?” I say.
“How did you feel this morning?” she asks.
“As rough as a bear’s ass, that’s how I felt.”
“You’ve been out of the life too long,” Janey replies laughing.
“I’m glad, I couldn’t do that too often, now.”
“What are you calling for?”
“Short notice I know, but can you speak to Drake and set up a meeting for tomorrow afternoon?” I ask.
“I can try, I think he will say yes, especia
lly if I mention cash to him,” Janey replies.
“Just don’t tell him who will be there, and he can name the place.”“I will just text you the answer later,” Janey says.
“Okay, and don’t forget, this is really, super important.”
“You know you can trust me, girlfriend.” She cuts the call.
I get dressed for the first time. It seems pointless because a few hours from now, I will be settling in for the night again. I head back downstairs and think about what I can have to eat that is going to fill the gap.
Brent is pulling his shoes on to go outside. “Where are you going? I was just about to cook something,” I say.
“You keen on eating out? You’ve been resting all day so it’s pointless starting work now,” he says.
“Okay, but I don’t want anything spicy, just regular stuff.”
“Nothing fried, either?” he asks.
I rub my stomach and screw my face up. “God no! No burgers or fried chicken.”
“Chinese?” Brent says.
“That’s okay, noodles are pretty decent.” I feel like I could definitely eat Chinese food.
Brent puts his arm around me. “Let’s just walk instead of driving, it’s a beautiful night,” he says.
“I could do with some fresh air.”
“I just want to check on Bob and make sure Britney actually left,” Brent says.
We walk to the other building and walk into the office. Bob is sitting there with his head in his hands.
Brent looks concerned. “Are you okay?” he asks Bob.
Bob looks up. “I think I am in love.”
I hold back a chuckle. “With Britney?” I ask.
Bob nods his head. “Yeah, my Britney.”
“You do know she has been living in a biker’s clubhouse for a few months?” I say.
Bob sighs. “I don’t care, we had such a good time,” he replies. He looks love struck, for sure.
Brent steps closer to him. “Don’t let your pants speak over your brain, you know?”
“I feel it in my heart. She didn’t want to go this morning, and I didn’t want her to go,” Bob says. “That’s why she stayed.”
I snap at Bob. “What? Britney is still here?”
“Yeah, she’s upstairs sleeping,” he says.
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