by Carmen Faye
"Have a long bath together?" Sydney inserts with a hopeful voice.
"We could do that, but then we need to get serious again and plan out our exit. After that talk with Anton, it is obvious he expected us to just take it. He is definitely no Jacques."
"I didn't like the way he sounded when he thought we would go with someone else," Sydney admitted.
"Yeah, I caught that too. It was off. Also, I don't think he's a man who says things like that lightly. So, we need to be sure of our moves. Don't take any crap, while avoiding any flack," Shayla told her.
Chapter 4
Neil pulled his trike into the parking lot of Raging Bull Tavern. Grabbing the case out from the compartment under the back seat, and walked inside, going directly to the office. He pauses long enough to wrack his knuckles on the door, but then entered without waiting for a response.
"And the fucking cunts," Anton griped as Neil came in, flipping his hand off his chin.
On the desk were two other cases, open with kilos inside. He set his down and waited for his payment.
"What?" Anton asked, after a long silence.
"What do you mean, what?" Neil told him. "Payment on delivery. Right?"
"You didn't deliver anything," Anton returned with a snide voice.
"Bullshit. In fact, you owe me for two trips. Both were at-risk deliveries. Just because it’s crap, doesn't mean I go to prison for any less time Anton. And they aren't going to say, 'oh, sorry, we didn't know you were taking it back' either.
Anton studied him. "I'll pay you for one."
"Then you'll get another delivery boy too."
"What?"
"There are plenty of guys who want this job. It's cushy and pays well, right? I think those were your words."
Anton, who looks like a six-foot Joe Pesci, threw up his hands, "What the fuck is with you people today?"
Neil didn't bother to answer.
Anton took two envelopes from the stack and handed them to Neil across the desk. Neil counted it, which raised both of Anton's eyebrows, but Neil didn't care.
While he's doing that West came in the office with another case, "This is back from the Gomez brothers."
"They didn't call me," Anton objects.
"No, they just said, take it back and then called Leroy," West told him, setting the case on the desk.
"What the fuck‽" Anton growled.
Leroy Parker was the leader of the Steel Highwayman, which were the closest thing the Knights had to a rival in this area.
West looked to Neil and nods to his case, "You too huh?"
"Yeah," Neil agreed as he finished counting the second envelope. "Don't let him cheat you West. Two trips."
"Fucking-A right two trips. I had a cop sweating me for three fucking miles on the way back here," West grinned.
Anton didn't say anything, just handed him two of the envelopes. "Neil, I got a job for you tonight," Anton said after handing West his envelopes.
"Not interested."
"What do you mean, not interested? I haven't even told you what the job is yet," Anton chafed.
"Doesn't matter what it is, I'm not interested," Neil repeated.
"Are you part of this club or not?"
"I'm a patch holder, not a fucking prospect Anton. If I'm not interested, then I'm not interested. Or do you expect indentured servitude?" Neil asked.
"Well fuck you then. And I'm surprised you even know what indentured servitude is," Anton griped.
Neil didn't bother to answer, he just opened the door and walked out. As he closed it he heard Anton say, "What the fuck is his problem?"
His problem, Neil thinks to himself, is that the club is going to shit, and there's nothing I can do about it. Anton is the president.
He's stepped back outside when his cell-phone rang, "Yeah?"
"Hey tall, dark and brooding. Do I have to arrest you to get some attention?" asked Selene Clover. Detective Selene Clover, Miami Narcotics Division.
"Hey Selene," Neil said with a smile in his voice. "No, that won't help. I've had something come up lately."
"Does this something have breasts?" Selene asked.
"Four, actually," Neil agrees.
"Oh, your sisters," she said a little softer. "How’re they doing?"
"I talked to them last night, and this morning before they took off for school. I'm taking them both for a ride on my new trike this Saturday," Neil told her.
"That sounds like fun, but what's stopping you from lighting my fire this afternoon lover?"
"That would be the other thing with four breasts," Neil said. "Not sure what is going on there, but it has my attention, and I'm going out with them in a few hours. I need to get home and get my guitar. I have a gig tonight with Blu Rayne. Besides, isn't your husband a judge now?"
"Don't tell me that scares you," Selene said.
"Well, not scares, but certainly concerns. I know he hasn't been the best to you, but no one takes losing a sweet ass like yours lightly," Neil told her.
"You seem to be the only one who thinks it's sweet," Selene complained.
"Bullshit. I know you turn heads when you walk down the street and you're too good of a detective to not notice as well," Neil said with a laugh, and got on his trike.
"Fine," she said with exasperation. "I still turn heads. So what? So this thing you got going. Is it going to be long term?"
"I don't know yet. I don't. Not even sure what the hell it is. But you know how I feel about things like this. We've been off and on for what, six years now? You know me better than most."
"I want to know you a lot better, so I expect a call as soon as she doesn't work out. She doesn't deserve you anyway. Hell, I don't deserve you," Selene complained.
"You deserve a lot better than me," Neil told her and started up his trike.
"There is nothing better than you, Neil. Nothing. So, talk to you soon, alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, talk to ya," Neil agreed.
* * *
Shayla looked herself over in the full length mirror. The pants she chose looked like leather, but were actually a sort of spandex material that breathed nicely. Of course that meant she was going to freeze on the way home. The heels were four inch and silver, and her top was silver as well. A couple of dangle diamond earrings and she considered herself ready. She pulled her hair back into a plait so she could wear a helmet. She nodded, took the earrings back out and put them in her small purse. Helmets had a way of making earrings disappear.
Sydney came in wearing similar clothing, only going for blue rather than silver, and with the same hair braids. They were showing a bit of cleavage, but not nearly what they normally did. If Neil wanted to see more, all he had to do was ask.
"Why the fuck am I nervous?" Sydney asked her, putting her hand over her gut.
"Oh, I don't know. First date with the man you want to be a forever thing in your life, in a less than normal relationship with your best friend. Can't figure it at all," Shayla told her.
"So, you're nervous too?" Sydney asked.
"I got fucking goosebumps, look!"
"Shit, we're so fucking screwed. What if he doesn't like us, I mean, the real us?" Sydney pouted.
"I've been wondering, what if he does?" Shayla told her.
"How do you mean?" Sydney asked.
"Well, I mean, how the fuck does it work? He can't marry both of us. It's not legal," Shayla told her.
"We've barely made first base with him and you're worried about marriage? Shit Shayla, you're worse than I am."
"There's his bike," she said, hearing the large engine pulling up to their apartment complex. "Let's get out there."
They grabbed their purses and hurried outside, locking the dead bolts and waving to him. He stood by his trike, watching them come down the stairs.
"Wow," he said, "you two look good tonight. I feel under-dressed."
"You're a rock star, you can't be under-dressed," she told him and gave him a lingering kiss before going around to the right si
de of the trike, and getting on.
"I think you are overdressed," Sydney told him and kissed him deeply, "But that's just my opinion."
He paused and studied them for a while, then got on his trike and backed her up. Soon they were on the road heading for Beats and Drums.
The entertainment had special parking in the back and he pulled his trike into one of the slots and got off. Then he reflexively helped Sydney down from her seat and then came around to the back where he had his guitar case and another case, strapped securely to the chrome luggage rack. Shayla pressed up against him and his arm went around her, and his hand smoothed down her side to her hip in such an easy, proprietary manner, that she shuddered.
We have to have him tonight. God please let it be tonight.
God help Sydney if it wasn't tonight, she added to herself.
She shifted a little so that his hand slid off her hip and onto her right ass cheek, and then wiggled a little for him, while gripping his arm. He searched her eyes and she opened to him, letting him see whatever he wanted.
Yes, she thought as loudly as she could. Yes, please.
He put his cases down on the ground and grabbed Sydney with his left arm as if he had been with her for years; no hesitation, just desire. Sydney actually giggled as she came into his embrace and ran her hand up his chest.
"What are you two up to?" he asked. "Are you trying to get me to pick one of you? Is that the game?"
Shayla turned his head with her hand on his chin. "First off Neil, this is no game," she told him as seriously as she could.
"Second," Sydney told him, "we've already chosen for you. We want you to take us both. And like Shayla just said, this is no game. We're both into you Neil, and have been for a while. I don't know if you've noticed, but we haven't been with anyone for many weeks now, hoping you would be interested in one of us."
"But the longer we waited, the more we realized that both of us are seriously into you," Shayla explained. "Up until now, this has never been an issue. One of us just backed off. Because guys were just guys. But you're not just a guy Neil. You're what we have been waiting for. Someone real."
He looked from one to the other with serious contemplation. "You sound serious."
"That's good," Sydney told him.
"Yeah, because we've never been serious with a man before. I wasn't even sure we knew how," Shayla told him.
"Alright," he said, "I'm on stage until midnight. We'll talk about this after. That will give me some distance."
"I hope we didn't fuck with your mood," Sydney said, looking suddenly worried.
"No, no, I'm good," he said, letting go of them and picking up his cases. "If it helps, since Monday, you've been seriously appealing -- both of you. I've been kind of out of it with my dad passing and all, and with all the shit going on with the club. So, sorry if I seemed distant."
Shayla kissed him, and then Sydney, lingering with her hands on his face, "We're good. Just so that you notice us now. That's all that matters."
"Let's get inside. I still have to setup," he said.
They walked with him each had their hands on his arms, all the way to the back door were a large bouncer, built with steroids and enough to give him pea sized testicles, blocked the door.
"Hey Jim, these two are with me," Neil told him.
Jim the bouncer smiled, "That's obvious. I think I should get me a trike as well."
They walked through the backstage area and over to the members of Blu Rayne which was one of the girls favorite techno bands. Sydney was bouncing a little as they were introduced to the members.
"Two girls?" Joey, the rhythm guy asked. "Isn't' that bigamy?"
"I thought it was big-of-me as well, but not a topic for discussion right now," Neil told him.
Joey laughed, and raised his hands, "That's cool."
"If I buy a CD can I get you guys to sign it for me," Sydney asked, unable to contain her excitement.
"We got a new one with Neil on it now. We'll get you both a copy, and sure, we'll autograph it for you, yes?" Joey said, looking around at the other three members, who gave nods of approval.
"Sweet!" Sydney squealed and hugged Neil's arm.
Joey gave them each backstage passes to wear around their necks, "Why don't you two get a table. These will let you back here on our breaks and no one will hassle you about sitting out there before the place opens up."
"Nice," Shayla said and then kissed Neil's cheek. "Break a leg or whatever."
Sydney bounced in her heels and kissed him as well, "See you at break!" Then sashayed away.
They both ordered two drinks, figuring it was going to be next to impossible to get a third when the show started. Then they went into the ladies room and did up a couple of lines of coke.
"God his hands are so large," Sydney said to her. "He cupped my whole fucking ass."
Shayla could still feel his hand on her ass as well, "Do you think we moved to fast? Maybe we should have waited a bit before we dropped that on him."
Sydney thought about that, "Honestly, Shayla, I don't know. I mean, when was the last time you gave a fuck about what a man thought? How would I know about timing and appropriate levels of revelation? But I will tell you that I'm seriously nervous about fucking this up because I don't have any experience with relationships, other than with you."
"Well," she asked, "would you have dropped that on me this early?"
"Hmm," Sydney mused. "Maybe not. I might have waited for at least another date. But then, we don't even know if there will be another date. So, maybe I would."
"Well, we had to make it clear that this wasn't a game. If he thought we were fucking with him, we'd lose him for sure," she told Sydney.
"Yeah, no shit there," Sydney said with a nod.
Back at their table, they found their drinks and a little plaque with a button. Their waiter came by and explained that if they wanted more service, just press the button and he would be there as soon as possible.
"Nice," she said and gave him a fifty, "So we don't forget."
"Thank you. Enjoy your evening," the waiter said and hurried away.
"Never even heard of something like this," Sydney said, inspecting the button.
"Never been part of the VIP section either," Shayla pointed out.
It was obvious when the doors opened, because the place was suddenly full. Seriously full. Their table was two tiers up from the dance floor, so they could still see the stage.
Once the show started, Blu Rayne began with one of their top singles. Neil sat on a chair beside the rest of the group who were on a raised level, with the mixers, keyboards and drum machines. About half way through the number, Neil brought his guitar down to his knee, tapped a few switches on the floor in front of him with his foot, and then started playing.
It was fucking wild.
It was like Crystal Method met B.B. King. The crowd went nuts with the new sound coming from a well-known number. Applause rifled through the dance floor.
Sydney grabbed her purse and pulled Shayla out of her chair, "We have to dance!" she shouted and laughed all the way to the dance floor. They got up next to where Neil was playing and put their purses on the stage in front of him and started dancing.
It took him a minute to notice them, because he was into what he was doing with the guitar, but he gave them a smile which set Shayla's heart on fire.
At first they were dancing with each other, but after the third number, they were dancing for Neil. They were suggestive, but not gaudy. Again, if he wanted to see more, all he had to do was ask. She'd strip for him right here if he wanted her too.
At the first break they ran back stage, showing their passes to the big bouncer again, and threw themselves at Neil as soon as he stepped down off the stage stairs. He shooed them out of the way so that the other members could come down as well, and then took them into his arms, hands on asses, fondling with exquisite fingers.
"That was fucking amazing!" Sydney shouted. "Do you need a water or
something? I'll go get it!"
"Sure, that would be nice. It's hot under those lights," Neil answered and Sydney shot off to get him a bottle of water.
Shayla looked at him with so much desire she was sure that he could feel the heat in her for him, "That was —"