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by Champagne Jackson

  Now. Crow drew something else from his jacket. A pistol. I gasped again, but didn’t dare reach for the panic button behind my counter.

  Crow fit the barrel of the gun into the back of the teddy bear, burying it almost completely. It was almost totally concealed, except for the stock. He could hold it and it would just look like he was clutching a teddy bear by the scruff of the bear’s neck.

  Crow nodded to the parking lot outside. There was another biker leaning against a bike and reading a porno magazine which I recognized as one we carried—as one I peeked at occasionally when no one was around and when I was bored.

  It was only then that I understood what was about to happen. That was a marked man. Crow was going to kill that man.

  “Wait at least two minutes before you call the cops, all right, darling?” he said, his voice husky. I nodded dumbly. He winked at me and in a quick, swift motion, sliced through two of the buttons on my blouse, letting my full breasts tumble out, revealing my flesh to him. I blushed and tried as best I could to cover my cleavage.

  “That’s a good look for you,” he growled. “You should thank me. You’ll sell more crap if you come to work dressed like that.”

  And with that, he walked out of my store, taking the cigarettes and the bear and leaving the snacks. I watched as he approached the other biker.

  This man was blonde, heavily tattooed, wearing a denim vest. He was skinny and almost looked like he might be sickly. He had a wispy blonde goatee and moustache that sickened me for some reason, though I couldn’t explain why…

  Suddenly, I knew that this man had to die. I couldn’t explain it at the time but I knew that Crow was right in killing this man, that there would be justice here, somewhere. I didn’t understand it, but I wanted this man to die and I wanted Crow to do it.

  I couldn’t hear anything they said. Crow called out to the man, who looked up from his magazine. Crow held the bear-gun up, leveling it at his target. The blonde man looked confused, tilted his head to the side, and after a moment, realized exactly what was about to happen.

  His eyes widened. He started to scramble but three red blossoms bloomed over his chest, knocking him back. He was on the hard pavement now, out of my line of vision. I felt sick watching it, observing the murder, but I couldn’t look away. Crow approached him and stood over him, pointing the bear-gun down over his body.

  I saw the bear jerk twice more as Crow delivered two more bullets into his prey. More grey-white stuffing spilled out of the bear, but now, it had turned black with gun powder.

  With that, he pried the teddy bear off the gun and dropped it on the corpse. He holstered his pistol and mounted his bike—a dark crimson Harley Davidson. I couldn’t help but admire the beast of steel and gasoline between his legs… I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like between my own legs.

  I watched Crow tear away, roaring the wrong way up the exit ramp.

  I didn’t do what he said.

  I waited three minutes to call the cops.

  Investigation

  Two State Police showed up an hour later. One was the usual boat of lard highway cop, complete with a stupid broad-rimmed hat and sunglasses. The other, however…

  Tall, blonde with close-cropped, gelled hair, and shoulders that seemed to go on for days. His partner was dressed like a slob but this blonde Adonis was clad in a perfectly pressed uniform, complete with a dark tie.

  “Heaven? Heaven Jefferson?” the blonde cop said as his partner took a look at the body in the parking lot.

  “That’s me,” I said, blushing as I realized that he was looking at my cleavage. I didn’t have a shirt to change into and part of me wanted to see if Crow was right about selling more stuff by showing off a little…

  “Are you all right?”

  “I… I think I am. It just all happened so quickly.”

  “I understand,” the cop said. He removed his sunglasses and offered me his hand. “I’m Officer James O’Leary, State Highway Patrol. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if that’s all right.”

  “Oh, yeah, of course.”

  “So, you got a good look at the perpetrator, correct?”

  I nodded slowly, picking my words carefully.

  “I guess I did but I don’t remember too well… He was, you know… The usual biker type. Leather jacket. Jeans. Or were his pants leather too? I can’t remember.”

  O’Leary laughed. “I understand. Did he buy anything here?”

  I nodded.

  “Yeah… A pack of cigarettes, some snacks, which he didn’t take with him… And a teddy bear.”

  Officer O’Leary didn’t seem at all surprised by that last detail.

  “And, how did he pay?”

  “By card.”

  “Do you mind if I check your sales records?”

  Shit. Of course, they would get his name off the card. I had no choice but to let O’Leary lead over my counter and play around with my register, pulling up the most recent sale. He was dangerously close to me, close enough that I could feel his warmth on my bared chest and smell his cologne—a seductive combination of sandalwood and something sweet which I couldn’t place.

  I watched him purse his lips as he worked and I couldn’t help but imagine kissing those lips. What would it be like to have my tongue between those soft, focused lips?

  “Heaven? Heaven?” O’Leary said, jerking me out of my reverie.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Thanks, that should be all. I got the name from the card. It’s just as I suspected. It was Michael O’Connor.”

  “Oh… Do you know him?”

  “Sure do. He’s a member of the Ogres—they’re a local bike club. They usually stick to low-level stuff, like drug dealing and extortion, but recently, there’ve been rumblings that they’re looking to make a play for more power in the area. The gun in a teddy bear—that’s their signature.”

  “Oh… So, was this, like… Gang warfare?”

  Officer O’Leary grinned.

  “Actually, no. The victim, Clarence Boyle, he was an IG too. A real scum bag too. Sex offender, not allowed within five-hundred feet of a school. He ran a child pornography ring for a few years in Germany before joining up with the Ogres. They’ve been trying to put him away for years but nothing would stick. Looks like O’Connor did our job for us.”

  So that was it.

  That’s why the man had to die.

  I knew, I just knew from Crow’s body language, from the way he approached Boyle, that this was a bad man, that this was justice. And here was my proof.

  “Actually, Ms. Jefferson, I do have one more question for you.”

  Again, I was snapped out my reverie.

  “Sure, what is it?”

  “What’s your phone number?”

  I blushed. Why would he want my number? Why would he need to call me? Was he hitting on me? Not that I was complaining… I definitely wouldn’t mind going out with this cute cop, and maybe doing more than just going out.

  “So I can call you if I have any more questions,” Officer O’Leary said quickly, with a grin. “Just so you don’t get the wrong idea.”

  I must have visibly deflated at that moment, my shoulders slumping. I even felt like my cleavage shrunk into my chest.

  I gave him my number and he started out, back into the parking lot and toward his fat partner.

  I watched his tight, toned ass in his perfectly tailored pants walk away from me and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.

  “Oh… One more thing,” Officer O’Leary said, turning around and approaching my counter again. “What are you doing Friday night?”

  My eyes widened. There was no way this could be official business.

  “Um, nothing. Nothing that I have planned, I mean. I mean, I don’t have plans,” I sputtered nervously, unable to meet his eyes.

  “Good. I’ll take you out for a drink. If that’s okay with you.”

  Oh, boy… Was it ever!

  “I’ll give you a
call,” he said with a wink. “I’ve got your number now, after all.”

  Passion

  I got the rest of the day off work… For obvious reasons. As I took the bus home, I found myself reflecting on the events of the day.

  I was certainly excited for my date with O’Leary but even more than that, I wondered where Crow was… What was he up to now? Had they caught him by now? I was positive they hadn’t. After all, I had given him plenty of time to get away and he even took off up the exit ramp, a fact which I neglected to tell the cops.

  But… My god, was he an ass. I found myself blushing and trying to cover myself up on the bus, my bra practically exposed by the torn buttons on my shirt. This was one of my favorite Henleys, too!

  When I got home, I found my apartment empty.

  My roommates were both students at the local community college and balanced part-time jobs with school. They kept encouraging me to enroll in classes and I kept putting it off, saying I would do it next semester, and then the semester after that, and then the semester after that.

  I set down my purse and went into my tiny bedroom. As I took off my shirt, I heard a click. The closet door opening. Another click. The door to my bedroom closing.

  I spun around, already knowing who would be there. Crow.

  “Don’t scream,” he warned. His switch blade was ready.

  “What do you want?”

  “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t tell the pigs anything that could get me in trouble.”

  I shook my head. “No. Nothing. I didn’t even tell them which way you went.”

  “Are you sure? Because they put out an all points bulletin for me an hour ago. How did they get my name? My real name?”

  Tears came to my eyes.

  “You paid with a credit card. They checked our sales records.”

  Crow scowled, throwing his hands down.

  “Fuck. I have to get out of the fucking state. I was really starting to like California.”

  “I… I’m sorry. I know why that man had to die.”

  Crow glanced at me.

  “What do you know about him?”

  “The cops said he was a child pornographer or something. Something bad. That they couldn’t pin anything on him. They didn’t seem particularly upset that you killed him.”

  Crow sighed and sat down on the bed.

  “That fucker made me sick the moment I saw him. Then we found out from his girlfriend that he was messing around with her daughter. Girl’s only nine years old. I enjoyed killing his sorry ass.”

  He glanced up at me.

  “Sorry. That’s probably more information than you needed. I’ll go now. Don’t mention this to the police. You understand.”

  “No, wait…” I whispered, grabbing him by the sleeve of his jacket and pulling him close. “I… My uncle did something like that to me when I was little. Thank you. On behalf of the girl. Since she probably won’t get a chance to thank you.”

  And then I gave him a hug. Crow wrapped his arms around me. I felt tears falling from my eyes as he stroked my hair.

  “Do you have to go right away?”

  “I do.”

  I reached around and undid my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Crow’s hungry eyes feasted on my full bosom, each topped with a dark nipple, like a cherry on top of a sundae.

  “Are you sure?”

  “No.”

  He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, latching his hot, hungry lips onto mine. I melted into that kiss, licking and suckling his firm lips as our tongues dueled. His stubble scratched my face but I didn’t mind. I loved it and I wanted him.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I whispered as we broke apart.

  “Sex?” he asked. “Or with someone you’ve just met?”

  “Both,” I said, smiling, blushing. He grinned. I knew boys liked the idea of a virgin and I felt like Crow deserved it. He would never get recognized for what he had done, for what he had risked. I wanted to thank him…

  He kissed my neck now.

  I had always loved having my neck kissed.

  In high school, I once made out with a nerdy boy at a school dance and even though he was fat and covered in acne, I sincerely considered taking him into the girl’s bathroom and letting him be my first, all because he had kissed my neck in a way that got me more excited than I had ever been in my life.

  Crow’s lips moved slowly down my dark skin, making me whimper and sigh as he washed over my shoulders, over my soft, hot flesh, making me whimper with each movement of his lips. His lips came closer and closer to my breasts and as he moved, he nibbled and nipped at my skin, making me whimper, making me sigh and shake as he kissed me, as he licked my hot flesh.

  I wanted this so badly. My nipples ached with hardness and I thrust my chest forward, almost involuntarily, trying to press his face toward my hot, sensitive nubs.

  “Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Crow, I want you…”

  “What do you want?” he asked with a wolfish grin, running a finger over my hard nipple, sending electric waves of pleasure and delight through my body. I shuddered as I felt his calloused fingers touch my soft, sensitive skin, teasing the tender flesh.

  “I want you…” I whispered.

  “But what do you want me to do?” Crow asked, still grinning. Bastard. He wanted to make me say it. I was going to die of embarrassment before this was over.

  “I want you to… Use your mouth.”

  “Your wish is my command,” Crow said with mock sincerity. I closed my eyes, almost too embarrassed to watch as I felt his hot, hungry lips sweep over my hard nipple.

  I whined in delight, running my fingers through his hair. I was surprised by how soft it was. I pulled it out of the ponytail and ran my fingers through it, from his scalp to the tips, and then gripped his mane as he began to nibble my nipple, sharp teeth burrowing into my tender pink flesh.

  God, I was wet. I felt the area between my legs growing wet and sticky and warm. I could only rub my thighs together, feeling myself grow juicier and juicier by the second.

  “Please, Crow…” I whimpered. “More… I need more… More of you.”

  “Really?” he whispered. “Is that what you want? I didn’t know.”

  I batted playfully at him as he continued to suckle my nipple.

  “Don’t be mean to me,” I whimpered, his hot tongue lashing my nub. He switched to my other breast, continuing to stroke and play with my other boob while he suckled my other nipple, unleashing the same delicious, wet, hot tongue and lips on this sensitive, needy spot.

  “More, more, more…” I whined, feeling like a child. This was my initiation to the world of sex and I was having the time of my life. I slid my fingers beneath his tattered shirt and ran my hands along his belly and chest.

  I was right. He did have the physique of a model. Beneath his shirt, I found a built sex of wash-board abs, the kind that felt like you could grate cheese on. As I grazed my fingers upwards, I felt his firm, broad chest, twitching slightly under my fingers as I tickled his nipples.

  A few times, I encountered rough spots in his skin that seemed to be scars. I didn’t want to break the moment by asking him then but I made a mental note to ask later how he had gotten them. If anything, it just turned me on more, knowing that I was about to have a real man—a man who had fought, who had been beaten and scarred and still survived.

  That thought alone made me even wetter, made my core even hotter and made me want him inside of me even more.

  I began to undo his pants, taking off his belt first and tossing it across the room. Then, down came his zipper, and I slid his jeans down. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock—an enormous, veiny, throbbing tool.

  He gasped softly as my fingers came in contact with his sensitive flesh and I began to stroke him, rubbing my warm palm against his hot cock as he continued to suckle my nipples.

  I wanted this cock inside of me.

  He seemed too big, tho
ugh—far too big for my tight little slit. Sure, I had masturbated before, but the biggest thing I had ever had in there was a banana once… And even that was a pretty tight squeeze.