by Carmen Faye
“Are you saying I can’t do it on my own merits?” she said.
She didn’t look Speed in the eyes for the rest of their talk, which made it pretty awkward for Speed and Darcy. They discussed what they needed to, and tried to move it along. Speed didn’t seem like he wanted to draw the meeting out too long, especially once Aubrey had done her weird, quiet act. She sat there with her arms crossed, and didn’t react to anything that was said, unless it was directed at her specifically. Even then, she used single word answers and tried to avoid using any emotion in her speech.
Aubrey stopped with her quiet act as soon as they got out of Speed’s office. She took out some of her frustration on the secretary, too, which made Darcy smile. “Have a nice day there, doing whatever boring crap you get minimum wage to do. Hope it makes to feel powerful to mess with people trying to take care of more important business,” she said to the woman and then left out the front door.
“Wow, what was that? You really tore into that woman. I can’t say it wasn’t fun to watch. She did deserve it.”
“I’m just feeling a bit pissed, that’s all.” The car ride home was awkward to say the least. Aubrey kept clenching and un-clenching her fist, like she was trying to crush something. But there was nothing in her hand. “You could have backed me up in there,” she finally said after about five minutes of driving through daytime traffic. “He basically told me I could never make it without him.”
“He didn’t say that,” said Darcy, but then realized she shouldn’t take Speed’s side so quickly. “He’s a biker. He says what’s on his mind. We both know you can find a sponsor, or even make it without one.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what you think. Why don’t you just talk down to me some more? Look, I guess I’m just being stupid as usual. Crazy Aubrey’s at it again, right?”
“No one said anything like that, Aubrey. Please don’t be mad. If it means that much to you, I’ll drop this whole deal. I swear I will. I’ll never talk to Speed again if that’s what it takes to make you feel better.”
“There’s that talking down to me again. Thanks. You really think I’d want you to give this up? I’m a better friend than you think, obviously. Just do what you gotta do, Darcy. I can take care of myself.”
“Okay, I guess. Where did you want to go for dinner?”
“I think I’d rather just go straight home if it’s all the same to you.” There was no point trying to argue with her. Aubrey’s mind was made up.
When Darcy got home, she prepared a late lunch. She’d organized one of her scarce days off so she could meet up with Speed. The plan had been to hang out with Aubrey more, as well. That didn’t turn out like it was meant to.
At least cooking helped take her mind off the things Aubrey had said to her. None of that was true, and she was being crazy if that’s what she really thought. It was worrying, but hopefully things would be better the next day. It was still nice to get the time to cook every now and then, and with quality ingredients. It was all part of the training, so money was not an object when it came to shopping for groceries for herself. Steve and Speed both insisted she needed to be fueling her body with the best, if she had any expectations of becoming the best. Who was Darcy to argue? She loved good food.
When she’d just finished eating and was cleaning her plate, exactly the person she wanted to talk to called. She saw his name come up on the screen from the other side of the kitchen and raced over to it. Before she answered, she gave herself a talk: slow down and play it cool, Darcy.
“Hey,” she said as casually as it felt possible to do naturally. “This is the first time you’ve actually called me, I think.
“I just thought I’d see what you’re up to tonight.” There was something in his voice, a quality that was never there before.
“Wait, are you actually, are you nervous Speed?” Darcy stopped herself from laughing but she was honestly taken aback by the revelation.
“What? No, of course not. If you’re not interested, I’ll just—“
“Wait, wait, wait. I would love to do something with you. I do have training tomorrow, though, remember? If you can get me home and in bed at a reasonable hour, I don’t see the harm in meeting up.” And doing a lot more than just hanging out or having coffee, that was for damn sure, Darcy thought.
“Okay, then. How about we go dancing?”
“You’re just full of surprises, mister. You dance? Seriously? Like, in front of people and everything?”
“I do when there’s a good reason for it,” he replied defensively. Then, as if trying to add a little more masculinity to his request, “All the women love a guy who knows how to move on the dance floor, isn’t that right?”
“I can’t argue with you there. So, what’s the special occasion?”
“Do I need a special occasion to want a pretty girl to go to a nightclub with? Besides, if I show up alone, I’ll look like half the losers there desperate to find a fuck.”
“You should really look into poetry, Speed. Has anyone ever told you that?”
"Has anyone ever told you you're a smart ass?"
"I've had a lot of things said about my ass, but it's not usually called smart. But thank you, I take that as a compliment."
"I think this is going to be a lot of fun," Speed said, alluding to something other than just the dancing. He had something else on his mind, it was easy to tell.
"Just how much fun are you talking about?" Darcy said, feeling playful now and wanting to keep prodding the bear, trying to get a better idea of what he was really planning between them.
“You'll find out. For now, how about you shut that gorgeous mouth, put on a slutty dress, and get ready for some fun. See ya at ten.”
“Okay, but do I have to meet you or—“ but he’d already hung up the phone. The guy wasn’t a big fan of goodbyes, and treating her at least a bit mean was a sure way to keep her interested.
Chapter Twelve
Speed didn’t go around advertising it, but he loved dancing. The type of EDM bullshit they played at a lot of those clubs didn’t really do it for him, though. It was too upbeat and fruity as far as he was concerned. The way some guys acted when they went out, all cocky and like they were just looking for a fight…well, they all too often found one when Speed was around. He didn't feel like getting into trouble with that sort of crowd when he was just looking to have some fun. And, of course, he didn't want to dance to that shit they made for teenagers on pills to enjoy.
No, he needed something with a bit more grunt to it to get in the mood. Still dance music, but something he could really get into. The ladies still needed to like it and be present, so it had taken some time to find a place that catered to his tastes.
“What is this place?” Darcy was asking him as they walked up to the door of The Slit, as the club was called. “The name sounds like some sort of lesbian club. Are you hoping to get me to hook up with some other women for you?”
Speed thought about it for a moment and the idea was more than appealing.
“That's not a bad idea, but I guess I didn't plan it out that well. No, this is just an expensive place that plays sexy music, but they don’t look at you funny if you’re not dressed up like a pretty boy on prom night. Don’t worry, though, we can have a threesome if you like.”
“I think I’ll pass if it's all the same to you, Speed." They had entered the front door, which looked plain and nothing special. The building was square and mostly black, with lots of darkly tinted windows that you couldn't see through from the outside. As soon as they got up to the door, though, Darcy got a look at the place through the entryway. "Wow, this is actually kind of nice, judging from here," she said.
"I know, right?" Speed replied smugly. Of course he wasn't going to take her to a shithole or some cheesy club for kids.
The bouncer at the door was huge, bigger than Speed maybe, but a lot of that was just fat. The guy didn't look like he could keep his stamina up in a fight for long, or run much. But the real job
of a security guy on a front door was to look menacing, and this guy was doing that pretty well.
"Speed, my man," he said as they walked up to him. "Forget the cover charge," he said.
"Thanks," Speed replied. He didn't really remember the guy's name, but up close it was easy to tell that they'd met before. Probably when he'd come to this place at some other time. Speed was usually already wasted by this point, so he didn't blame himself for not remembering a face. Still, he slipped the guy a hundred-dollar bill as a tip, and because he liked to flash his cash around when he was in the mood for partying. He worked damn hard for the money, so he should share it and enjoy it, right?
They headed inside, and Darcy maintained her impressed look when she saw the club from the inside. It was big, but there were lots of little alcoves and low hanging segments on the walls and ceilings. That created a sense of intimacy, while still allowing patrons plenty of room to move around and have fun. There was a good mixture of different people there, from the up-market types with their suits and designer dresses, to people dressed all in black with piercings and way too much makeup (women and men). Everyone looked like they probably had money to burn, and it looked like an expensive place to buy drinks.
"Hey, this really isn't bad at all. Not what I was anticipating after you hung up on me. Thanks for that, by the way. I wasn’t sure if you were going to pick me up or what.” She was shouting with her mouth close to his ear, the only way to ensure he could hear her over the music.
Speed placed his hand on her shoulder as she did so, as though she might float away and break off their communication. Her perfume was divine, tangling around his nostrils with the faint but powerful scent of her body. God damn it, he wanted to take her into a dark corner and fuck her like crazy.
"Speed?" she said, "can you hear me?"
He'd gotten too carried away thinking about how much he wanted her, and forgotten to respond. Darcy was standing there looking at him with a confused expression. "Oh," he said, "I figured you'd be more keen if I treated you a little mean."
"That's an interesting theory about women you have. How's that been working out for you?"
"Well, you're here, aren't you?" He kept his hand on her shoulder and pulled her a little closer. Speed wondered if he could kiss her without it seeming weird. He really didn't want to mess this up. If he acted too distant, she might think that he only wanted her for sex. On the other hand, if he were too forward about how he felt about her, it would only seem weird. There was no way Speed was going to let anyone think he was needy. That was just pathetic.
"You're a pretty confident guy, but I already knew that. The real question is, can you dance?" she asked.
"You better believe it," he answered, and he knew he wasn't just talking big.
"How about you put your money where your mouth is? But do you think you could buy a lady a drink first? Non-alcoholic would be nice. Training and all that…"
"I don't know, you haven't really earned it yet. How about you put your money where your mouth is and show me a good time first." Speed didn't quite know what he meant by that. He was feeling awkward, trying to keep his bad boy image — which was completely real — without being too much of a dick."
“Hey, Speed. I can tell you like me, that's why you asked me out again, right? I like you, too." It was like she'd read his mind and was trying to set it at ease.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"Maybe all women do like assholes, including me…How about you show me what a good dancer you are, and then we’ll talk about it?” She licked the corner of her mouth and twisted her hips around to bump her butt into him.
They grinded away for what must have been hours, only stopping to get a drink from the bar periodically. Darcy had just a couple of mildly alcoholic beverages, and Speed did not want to try to push anything more onto her. She was his investment, too, so having his soon-to-be star athlete all strung out wasn't going to help anyone.
There was no way Speed was going to enjoy dancing without making sure his drinks were flowing. And Darcy didn't mention how much he was drinking at all, not even once. She didn't even give him a sideways glance when he decided to switch to tequila shots, and plenty of them. He knew how to act like a normal person when he was drunk, and he could hold his liquor with the best of them anyway. As far as his average went, he'd be at maybe two out of five, when other people would be vomiting their guts up outside.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" he said to her as he ordered the first few rounds.
"Speed, you're a biker, and I know you drink. If I wasn't comfortable with that, I wouldn't have gotten involved with you in the first place. It doesn't worry me what you do, so long as you don't mess me around."
He paid for everything, of course, including lots of big tips for the pretty girls behind the bar. It would either make Darcy jealous that they were giving him the eyes, and fawning over him while he was basically ignoring them. Or, it would just impress her that he was able to spend so much without thinking about it. When he pulled a wad of fresh bills out of his pocket just to pay for a twenty-dollar round, Darcy didn't seem to mind the attention it brought from the people around them.
Every woman in the place was eye fucking him as usual, and that fueled his dirty dancing with Darcy. She was quick to realize how jealous they all were of her – that much was obvious. She loved it, too, staring at the nearest chick while dropping it in front of Speed’s crotch, or grinding her pussy on his thigh. And she really could dance. Okay, so she wasn't using all the latest moves or working it with perfect technique. Her body was a well-tuned machine, though, and she really knew how to use it in the most primal of ways. She was equally impressed with his dancing, and they were the perfect pair on the floor, just like they'd been without their clothes on.
It made him realize he’d been missing her even more than he thought. He’d been getting better sex than most men could even dream of having once, every single night. That didn’t feel the same, though – not as hot, not as right. Shit, he started getting worried that he might be more into her than she was into him. One sure way to fix that would be to keep her hot as hell for him.
“Let’s get some air,” he said to her. She nodded with enthusiasm and they headed to the alley beside The Slit.
As soon as they were away from the street, he pulled her close to him with powerful hands. Speed started to pull her skimpy black skirt up, pushing her against the cool brick wall firmly.
"So, this was your plan all along," she said.
"I think it was your plan, too. Am I wrong?"
"You're not wrong at all," she said simply.
“Good. So, why don't you beg me to fuck you,” he said, getting excited about living out some of those fantasies.
“Will you please fuck me?” she said, not really committing to the part.
“You’re not getting shit until you beg me for sex.”
Darcy lowered herself down to her bare knees on the dirty asphalt. “Please, fuck me, Speed. I can’t live without your cock inside me again.”
“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Stand up and turn around.” As she was complying with his command, someone appeared at the end of the alley, maybe just came out of the club to get some air in the alley themselves. Darcy froze for a moment, but Speed didn’t give a shit who saw them. He pushed her up against the wall and pulled her skirt up around her waist, and brought her panties down a bit. He looked over and saw someone standing right on the sidewalk where they’d entered the alley.
Looking over at the person, an older man in a big coat smoking a cigarette and looking around, Darcy said, “Please fuck me?”
What a dirty girl, Speed told himself. He spat on his hand and lubed his dick up, which was already hard. It slid into her tight pussy with resistance. “I’ll have to stretch that little hole out, won’t I?”
“Yes, thank you, sir,” she said with her hands up against the wall and her ass pressed out, arching her back sensually.
“Good girl.” He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, and her hip with the other, and bent his knees to get a good angle, then pushed himself forward as hard as possible.
She moaned, and Speed was delighted at how fun it would be helping Darcy come out of her shell. He fucked her slowly at first, making sure each thrust went from the tip of his dick, right up to his balls. By the end he had her screaming obscenities to the cold night air, before he came all over her face.
Chapter Thirteen
The next day, Darcy had organized appointments with some of Speed’s club members. She was going to interview them and see if there was anything about them she might be able to put a positive spin on at all. Yeah, she was feeling nervous about meeting these men. They were probably a lot worse than Speed. He was downright charismatic compared to the rest of his crew, judging from what she’d heard from Speed, and also what she’d seen going on that day at the club with Aubrey. Further than that, Darcy had not even wanted to know what the club really got up to, or its members. There were probably things that would have made her think differently about Speed, and she wasn’t ready to ruin the ride just yet.