Renegade Lady

by Dawn Martens

  “That’s not true,” Preach says. “She trusted you with everything but her father’s name. If I’m understanding right, she even gave you part of that.”

  Chipper shakes his head and again says, “She never trusted me.”

  “She trusted you enough to run to you when she was in trouble,” I say, even though it hurts like hell to admit that she went to him instead of me. “I was sitting a few feet from the door when she came in the clubhouse after finding out Timmons was in Big Clifty. She ran right past me to get to you. When she needed somebody the most, she went to you. If that’s not trust, I don’t know what in the hell is.”

  We all sit there quietly for a moment before Chipper nods. “You’re right. Even if you’re not, it’s my fault. I listened to Pop when I should have taken Timmons down.”

  I can’t disagree, because I think he’s right. I don’t give a fuck what the old man had said. I would have taken Timmons’ ass out on sight.

  Timber slaps Chipper on his back. “Well, you’ll have your chance to take him out soon.”

  Slowly, our conversation starts to fade as sounds of Kiss’s Heaven on Fire blares out around the club. A moment later, one of the girls walks onto the stage and starts to dance. I take a drink of my beer and sit back to enjoy the show. I might not want to fuck any of these girls anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy their fine ass bodies.

  The girl on stage is just getting to the good part when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see Krista standing off to my side. “Hey, Kidd. How about a private dance?” She asks, her voice coming out in a purr.

  I shake my head. “Sorry, babe. Not tonight.”

  Not only is Jenna my woman, but I’m not interested in anyone else’s ass rubbing against my cock, and this is Sarah’s sister. The fact that she even thinks I may want her is fucked up.

  She slides into my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. “Come on, just one little dance.”

  I grab her arms, trying to push her away without hurting her. “I said no.”

  Instead of getting up, the bitch wiggles around and somehow ends up straddling my lap. “I promise you’ll like it.”

  With those words, she grinds her pussy against my cock. Want her or not, my dick knows a wet hole is close and starts to rise. “Get the fuck up, Krista.”

  She continues to grind into me. “It doesn’t feel like that’s what you really want me to do.”

  I’m a man. What man wouldn’t start to get hard when some bitch, ugly or not, is grinding all over it? The difference between some men and me is that I won’t cheat on my girl. I’m just about to push her away again when I hear a gasp. I turn and see Daisy standing a few feet away, holding our table’s next round. I meet her eyes, and I know without a doubt she’s going to tell Jenna. I stand up, tossing Krista to the floor, but it’s too late. Daisy’s already making her way out the door. “Fuck!”

  I look down to Krista and shout. “I’ll give you until pay day, because you’re Sarah’s sister. After that, I don’t want to see your ass in Big Clifty ever again.”

  I turn and stomp out of The Kitty Kat, hoping I can find Jenna before Daisy does.

  Jenna

  I walk into the back door of The Kitty Kat, still fuming. When I started getting calls saying that Kidd was getting a lap dance from Krista, I blew my fucking top. Kidd has ‘forbidden’ me to dance at the club, and I had every intention of doing what he said, but that all changed about an hour ago. A second after I heard that she had her hands on him, I decided he could go fuck himself. He could also stick his fucking rules right up his ass.

  I rush to the dressing room and pull out my schoolmarm get up. I slide into my diamond thong and place apple shaped pasties over my nipples. After wiggling into my knee length pencil skirt, I put on my white cardigan. Finally, I step into a pair of red peep toe five inch heels and head to the makeup table.

  I put my hair into a bun, holding it in place with two pencils, and then do my eyes in dark greys and cover my lips in cherry red. I grab a pair of the black framed glasses and pick up my ruler before heading to the side of the stage and making Skittles change the line-up. The other girls are just going to have to wait. I’m on next.

  A few minutes later, the first cords of Hot For Teacher by Van Halen starts to fill the air and I strut onto the stage. As soon as I walk out, I pull the pencils from my hair and swing my head around, causing my hair to fan out behind me. I walk to the front of the stage and see a few of the boys.

  “I know you’ve been a bad, bad boy, so I’m going to have to punish you,” I say as I bend over and tap Timber’s knuckles with the ruler.

  “I’ve been punished by you before, baby. I liked every minute of it,” he shouts over the music.

  I smile towards him then turn to look at Reese. I blow him a kiss then straighten up and walk back up the stage. The cardigan goes, right before I slowly wiggle out of my skirt, and then grab onto the pole and start to spin.

  Before I even get to the chorus of the song, strong arms grab me from behind. I’m thrown over a shoulder and hand comes down hard on my ass. I know instantly its Kidd. “What the fuck!” I yell.

  Shit. How in the hell did he get here this fast? Someone had to have called him. Then, I remember passing Krista in the hall. Guess grinding on my man wasn’t enough for her, she had to rat me out too. That bitch and I will be having it out as soon as I can get the hell away from Kidd.

  I hear the men all laughing at our little scene, and that just pisses me off even more. Kidd walks us down the hall and into my office. He tosses me onto the couch and starts pacing. “What the fuck?!” he yells. “I thought I said no fuckin’ dancing.”

  I snort. “Yeah, just like I said for you not to have that bitch in your lap. Looks like neither one of us knows how to listen. Besides, I make lots of money dancin’, more money than me just managing shit. You know I haven’t been working at the club for a while. How do you think I pay for the online classes I take?”

  His eyes narrow and I realize what I just said. Shit, no one knows I’m taking business courses. It was something I did on my own. Something I didn’t want anyone to know about. At least not until I was done. I want to be able to run things professionally and maybe open a few more places. Plus, I want to do something that will make Chipper proud. Something that I know would have made Mindy proud.

  “You’re in school?” he asks, sounding surprised.

  I nod, “Yeah. I decided to take some business courses, because I eventually want to open up a few more clubs around here. There’s not much to do in Big Clifty except go to the dive bar out on highway 52 or come to The Kitty Kat. Whenever people want to do anything but drink beer or watch girls take their clothes off, they have to drive all the way over to Kansas City.”

  I stop talking for a second to think about what else I’d like to add around here. “More importantly, we need a decent hair salon. Maybe even a little spa. The strippers and club girls alone would keep one busy. We all hate having to drive all the way to Harrisonville or the city just to get our hair done.”

  I continue on about my dreams for the town, and by the time I’m done, I tell him about every plan I’ve ever made in the last two years. I look up and he’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before. I start to feel a little self-conscious. “What? You don’t think I can do it?”

  Instead of answering, he bends down and places his lips on mine. His arms tighten around me, and I hear the faint whisper of his voice as he says, “Baby girl, I am so fuckin’ proud of you.”

  “What?” I whisper out. I’m sure that I didn’t hear him right. Wasn’t he was just pissed at me a few minutes ago? He shouldn’t be telling me he’s proud of me now. Fuck, I’m confused.

  His head comes up, and he looks straight into my eyes. “I am so proud of you. You wanted something, and you went after it. You didn’t come to any of us for help, and instead just did what you had to do to make it happen.”

  I shake my head. “I haven’t done an
ything yet.”

  “You taking classes is the first step to making all of those other dreams come true. You stick with it, and when you graduate, I’ll pay for you to get a salon set up in town.”

  I grab hold of his arms. “You can’t do that. Those things cost a boatload.”

  “I’m the fucking president of the Renegade Sons. I can invest in anything I want to. Right now, I think you’re the best investment I could ever make.”

  For some reason, I blurt out, “I love you.”

  “If you had asked me yesterday if I could have loved you more, I would’ve said no, but I would’ve been wrong.”

  He places his lips back on mine and gives me one of his slow kisses, the kind that makes my toes curl. I’m just about melt into him when I remember why I was so mad earlier. I pull back and gently push him back an inch or two. “Why was Krista crawling all over you tonight?”

  He shakes his head and tells me what happened. When he’s done, he says, “I don’t understand why in the fuck she would even think about trying to get with me. I know you probably hate to hear me talk about her, but I was with Sarah for a while. What would Krista want with a man that had been with her sister, is what I don’t get. I’m sure Chipper and I have shared a club girl or two, but no way would I want to be with someone that had warmed his bed for nearly a year.”

  Hearing him talk about Sarah doesn’t hurt me like it did before. I guess I’m starting to understand that their relationship wasn’t really a relationship at all. I hated Sarah for the longest time. Even after she died, I held on to my anger; not because she was with Kidd, but because she threw that shit at me on the day of Mindy’s funeral. I don’t hate her any more though. If anything, I feel sorry for her. “I don’t know why she would do it. There’s something about her. Something that’s just not right. She’s lying about her past, and she’s definitely hiding something. I’m not sure what it is, but I know for a fact that’s she’s keeping something from us, Kidd.”

  “I agree. I thought something was up as soon as I saw her, but I just couldn’t turn her away. It doesn’t matter now anyway. I told her she has till payday, but then her ass is leaving Big Clifty for good.”

  I nod, placing my hand on his face. “I’m glad. We don’t need her right now. If we’re really going to try to make this work, then we don’t need people trying to cause shit.”

  His face gets hard. “I agree. I don’t want anyone causing us trouble. That includes Daisy.”

  I start to defend her, but he places his hand over my mouth.

  “Don’t even try to lie. As soon as she saw me, she ran out of here to get to you before I could even walk across the room. She didn’t give me a chance to tell her what the fuck was going on. Her actions led you to get up on that stage, which is something that should’ve never happened.” His eyes narrow, and his voice turns harsh. “It’s something that better not happen ever again.”

  I jerk back, dislodging his hand. “You’re right, she should’ve stayed around to hear your side of the story, but you’re wrong if you think she was trying to cause trouble. She didn’t call me to make me mad at you. She called me so I wouldn’t listen to the bullshit when all the other girls called, and believe me, they did. Within five minutes of Krista climbing in your lap, my phone was blowing up with voice mails and text messages. Daisy was the only one that said I should talk to you. She told me that something didn’t look right.”

  He looks at me and nods. “Fine, I guess Daisy’s not a bitch after all.”

  “No, she’s not. She’s my friend. Other than Timber and Reese, she’s my best friend.”

  He pulls me to him. “You mean other than me.”

  A slow smile creeps onto my lips. “If I remember correctly, you used to be a pretty good friend.”

  He kisses me gently and murmurs, “I’ll be the best friend you ever had, and I’ll be it for the rest of your life.”

  CHAPTERTwenty-One

  Jenna

  Daisy and I are driving home from the city. We’ve spent the day doing girly shit. It’s not something I do often, but when I do it, I go all out. We went to Rocco’s and got our hair done, got full body waxes, and we even stopped off at Měilì Nails to get manis and pedis. It cost us out the ass, but we look damn good.

  Kidd didn’t want me going into the city. He’s on edge, because Timmons has been in town. I am too, but I can’t let that dick control my life. He took enough from me when I was sixteen. I refuse to give him anymore. Kidd kept bitchin’ until finally, I told him I needed a break, which is true. I’m not used to being an old lady. I am definitely not used to having someone by my side night and day.

  It’s only been a few days since he claimed me, but we’ve spent most of that time together. I’ve spent a few hours at The Kitty Kat or over at the apartments working with the girls, but other than that, he’s been by my side. After I explained that I was starting to feel smothered, he agreed to let me go with Daisy, but made me take one of the brothers with me.

  Needless to say, Rum has not been a happy guy today. I guess he’s not as into nails and hair as we are, but he’s been happier since Daisy showed him her new bikini wax. Granted, Daisy doesn’t spread her legs for the boys, but she doesn’t mind showing them her mind blowing body. She may be a tiny thing, but she’s by far my best dancer. Guys come from miles around to see her dance. When “Little Flower” takes the stage, the crowd goes fuckin’ wild.

  I’ve never really had a woman friend before, but I love Daisy. We’ve really grown close since she started dancing at The Kitty Kat. I’ve known her for years, but I never thought of her as a friend before. Now, I rarely go through the day without talking to her.

  When I see her looking into the visor mirror, I shoot her a wink and smile. “I love the pink tips. Wish they’d show up in my hair.”

  She smiles back and touches the tips of her hair. “My Mom’s gonna flip the hell out.”

  “You’re a grown ass woman. You need to get the hell out from under her thumb. You should move into the apartments with the other girls.”

  She closes the visor and looks at me. “I can’t,”

  “What do you mean?”

  She leans back into her seat and closes her eyes. “Mom’s been going to the gambling boat again. Dad doesn’t know, but they’re about to lose the house. They need the money I make to keep them afloat.”

  “What the fuck? You’re supporting them?”

  She shrugs. “I’m helping them out.”

  Yep, Daisy’s mom is a bitch; even more of a bitch than I thought. “What’s that got to do with you living in the apartments? You know the girls live there for free.”

  “I know, but if I lived there, I couldn’t make sure stuff was actually getting paid at home. Sure, I could pay the bills and stuff, but how would I know if there was food in the house or other shit they need?”

  I shake my head. “You could buy groceries and take them there.”

  She lets out a frustrated breath. “If I’m not there, I won’t know if Dad’s getting his pills. I have to keep them locked up and give them to him myself. If not, they’ll disappear.”

  Maker had a bike wreck a few years back. He shattered his left hip and has been in pain ever since. “Is he taking too many, or is your mom selling the shit?”

  She turns her head towards me and shakes her head. “She sells them before she even gets them home. Dad had to call the pharmacy and tell them not to let her pick em’ up anymore.”

  My hands tighten around the steering wheel. “He needs to throw her the fuck out.”

  Daisy doesn’t respond, and we fall into silence as we finish our drive home. Ten minutes later, we pull into the compound. As soon as I do, I see Krista’s car sitting out front. After last night, I didn’t think she would have the nerve to show her face around here.

  As we walk toward the club house, I hear a party going on inside. From the sound, I’d say it’s one hell of a party. My eyes narrow when I look back at Krista’s car. Something tells me
that I’m gonna be walking into something I’m not gonna like. I turn to Daisy. “Did you know they were having a party tonight?”

  “No.” She says, shaking her head.

  Daisy’s not really a part of the club, so she doesn’t come to the club house very often. Just like me, when she turned eighteen, she had a choice to make. Leave the club or become an old lady or a club girl. She chose to leave the club. Working at The Kitty Kat keeps her close though, and her friendship with me brings her to the clubhouse every once in a while.

  We continue to the door, and Daisy walks inside before me. She struts her ass to the middle of the common room then stops and places her hands on her hips. I follow, but I don’t give a fuck about struttin’. I’m on a mission. I want to find Kidd, and I want to find him now. He better hope that he isn’t with Krista.

  I look around the room and notice that a bunch of club girls are here, and even a few of the old ladies are around. Two of my girls are in the corner making out with each other, while Timber runs his hands over their asses. He catches my eye and winks, and then leads the girls down the hall.

  Mary is on the couch, riding Wayne. Fuck! That is something that I never thought I’d see, and something I never want to see again. Two oldies, all wrinkly and shit, bumpin’ uglies. Yuck! I shiver as I turn away, hoping to get that image outta my head. I look around more, and see people getting it on everywhere. I bend my head towards Daisy. “What the fuck is going on here?”

  Sure, these boys are bikers, and they’ve never been shy about where they got their nut, but… Well, this is like something from a bad seventies skin flick. Daisy starts to respond, but stops mid-sentence. Her body goes tight, and she stomps towards the bar.

  I look to the direction she’s heading and see that Preach has Leah bent over the bar, and he’s pounding into her from behind. His hips buck against her, and he throws his head back and shouts out his release.

  I look back to Daisy and feel my heart break just a little for her. No matter what she says, she’s in deep with Preach. This shit has to be killing her. My eyes follow her, and I watch as she picks up a mug of beer from the bar and pours it over Preach’s head.