by P. T. Macias
“The room has a camera; he’ll be able to hear and watch you make sure it’s only a lap dance. We don’t want the club to be closed down,” Ronnie huffs, shaking his head.
“Right,” I say, nodding.
I walk to the door; Pete nods, opening the door. I walk into the room, smiling, ready to do the lap dance. I look at the man sitting in the chair, looking at me. He’s massive, with thinning gray hair. He looks at me with lustful hungry eyes.
Damn.
“Hey, I’m Barbie,” I say, walking over to the man looking at me, closing his eyelids halfway.
“Barbie, give me my dance,” says the man, licking his lips.
“Okay,” I say, walking over to him. I start to dance around him, straddling his left leg gazing into his eyes. I twirl around, to slide down his groin, getting ready to dance around him. I return, stepping into his legs, bending down, swaying to the music.
The man grabs me by my waist, digging his fingers into my flesh, pulling me close to his face trying to kiss me.
“Stop,” I yell, pushing against his shoulders, moving my face away.
The man moves his hands around my neck, choking me.
“Mary, I told you that I didn’t want you working here, in this place,” the man snarls, his lip curls up. His eyes look wild as he squeezes my neck.
Pete opens the door, running into the small room, taking the man's hands off my neck.
“Motherfucker! What the hell are you doing,” Pete growls, grabbing the man from his throat, shoving him against the wall?
“That’s my Mary, move out of the way! You can’t get involved in this. I need to get my wife out of here,” the man yells, kicking his feet.
“Oh, my Lord! Thank you,” I say, wide-eyed watching Pete.
Tears fall down my face; I blink rapidly, wiping the tears.
“You crazy son of a bitch! Barbie is not your wife, you crazy old fool,” Pete growls, squeezing his hands.
Ronnie walks into the room, standing next to Pete and the man.
“What the fuck is going on,” Ronnie yells, grabbing Pete.
“The motherfucker was strangling Barbie,” Pete says, glaring at the man.
Ronnie turns to look at me, inspecting my neck, nods.
“Barbie, go home,” Ronnie says, turning around to talk to the man.
Hell!
I need to get out of here.
Twelve
Wyatt
I pull out my burner cell phone to enter her number before I forget it. It’s fucking easy number to remember.
The minutes seem to move slow, and I’m getting anxious.
I need to talk to her.
I need to hold her.
I need to touch her.
Fuckingtastic!
I see Barbie come back out to the floor, walking over to the bouncer.
Fuck!
Barbie doesn’t look happy but nods, walking over to the VIP room. Her walk is so damn sexy and graceful.
Fuck!
The motherfucker is taking her to the VIP room.
I don’t like it.
“Ice, your girl is in the VIP, and she didn’t look happy,” Nicolas says, shaking his head.
“Do you want to go and get her,” Bruiser says, smirking.
“You know damn well that I can’t; it’s her job,” I say, grinding my molars.
I clench my fists inhaling deeply. I need to control this insane jealousy and anger. I just met Barbie, but I feel her so deep in my soul.
These feelings are fucking incredible.
What in the hell am I thinking!
I don’t know her, but my soul adores her claiming her as his.
I stand up without a thought and take a few steps towards the room that she went into, but I stop when I see the bouncer standing next to the door.
What the fuck am I doing?
It’s not like a can pull her out of there.
Craptastic!
I return to my seat, crossing my arms, waiting for her to get the hell out of that fucking room.
I take a long pull of my beer; then I place the bottle on the table. I tap my fingers on my lap, waiting.
A few minutes later, quicker than I thought, the bouncer opens the door and runs inside the room.
The manager shows up and walks into the room. A minute later, Barbie runs out of the room.
Barbie looks upset; her face is pale and wide-eyed; she pushes through the crowd. She disappears to the back.
Fuckingtastic.
What should I do?
Should I try to talk to her?
Craptastic!
I know that the bouncer and manager wouldn’t let me get near her.
It looks like they’re not doing more than a lap dance in those rooms.
Okay, I’m going to wait for her outside next to her car.
No, I might scare her.
That isn’t a great idea.
I don’t want her to think that I’m stalking her.
This is fuckingtastic.
I need to know that she’s ok.
Fuck,” I growl, clenching my fists. I look at the bouncer walk out of the VIP room with an older man.
I’m so fucking frustrated! I can’t go to her in the back.
A few minutes later, I see her run out of the back-dressing room, down the hallway, and out the back door.
Fuckingtastic!
Oh yeah, I’m going to talk to her tonight!
I set back, taking a long pull of my beer. I can’t believe that my day has turned out to be so amazing, and it’s not over.
Thirteen
Ashley
I run to the dressing room, pulling on my clothes, grabbing my bag. I run to my car, and I open the door. I throw everything inside on the passenger seat, and I drive home.
It’s late, but I know that Dad nor Jason will be home. In a way, that’s good, but I wish that I could count on them.
I pass my apartment parking lot to park down the street. I don’t like to park in the parking lot because I need to be able to run. I don’t trust Jason’s friends.
I get out of my car, closing the door softly, looking around the street. I’m not getting my laundry out right now; I’ll do that tomorrow. I need to take a shower. I feel so dirty. Yeah, I need to toughen up because what happened tonight is part of the job. I’m glad that Pete barged into the room and stopped that asshat.
I adjust the blonde wig, and I slide my backpack onto my shoulder, holding my keys in my hand. I stroll up the walkway looking around, ready to run for it.
We live in a raunchy rough part of Redding, so I know that I have to be aware of my surroundings.
Did I tell you that I hate it here?
I walk up the side of the apartment complex to enter through the back. The apartment is empty, like always.
I check the apartment to double-check that it’s all locked up. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and return to my room.
I take off the wig, dropping the backpack on the floor and the water bottle on my small old brown nightstand. I take out my table from my bag and place it on my bed.
I grab my robe and pajamas because I’m taking a hot shower. I need to make this dirty icky feeling go away. Yeah, the touch of that old bastard, I need that feeling off of me. That man was crazy! He thought I was Mary, whatever. I take my shower, scrubbing my skin until it hurts. I walk out of the bathroom down the hall and into my room, grabbing my cell phone. I’m so happy that I’m home early and alone. I need to text Sara.
Ashley: Hey, I’m happy and ok.
Sara: Ok.
Ashley: I need to talk to you tomorrow.
Sara: Ok. Jason is amazing.
Ashley: Whatever. You’re a fool.
Sara: Mauh!
Sara is too much, and I wish that I could talk to her. I really don’t have anyone else, and Jason is with her. It makes me happy to know that Jason will end up with her if he plays his cards right. I can’t think of a better girl than Sara for him. I know that she re
ally loves him.
I smile, sitting on my twin bed I look up. I can see the moon through the little opening at the top of the curtain. Yeah, it sort of hangs since the hanger thingy is missing. Let me tell you; it’s the least of my problems. I’m happy that most of the window is covered up.
I do wish that I could talk to Ice. I hope that he calls me because I’ve never felt another soul like
I felt his soul.
I know that we have this connection, and it’s special. I saw it in Ice’s eyes.
I roll onto my tummy to grab my tablet. I turn on my tablet to review my test, yeah, again. I need to make sure that I pass the test so I can have the GPA that will help me transfer to CSU in Chico.
Yeah, me.
I study for the test for a while until my cell phone beeps. My heart starts pounding, and I can’t help but smile.
Oh, my God!
It has to be Ice.
Who else could it be?
Not many people have my cell number. I’m so excited, but I’m scared to look. What if it’s not him?
I bite my lip, looking at the cell phone next to me. The screen keeps lighting up with each text message.
Ok, I’m going to see if it’s him. I can’t stand not knowing. I grab the cell, sliding my finger over the screen.
Oh, my God!
It’s Ice!
Fourteen
Wyatt
“Hey brother, are you ok,” Nicolas asks, setting another beer on the table.
“Yeah, I’m leaving. I got all I need for Seth,” I say, looking at Nicolas.
“Right, I need to get back,” Nicolas says, nodding.
“Bruiser, let’s go,” I say, standing up. I walk around the tables, walking out of the club with the brothers following me. I run towards the side street to see if I can catch Barbie before she leaves.
Craptastic!
She’s gone. I need to get back so I can talk to her.
“Let’s go,” I say, getting on my bike, pulling on my helmet. I look at my brothers, nodding.
It’s a two-hour ride, so I’m anxious to get back to text Barbie. It’s going to be too late to call her, but I’m so fucking excited to get to know her. I feel her deep in my soul.
We rode back, making good time. Nicolas splits from us to go to his home. Bruiser and I head back to the asylum. For me, it’s better to stay there than an apartment all alone. I have my brothers and the club whores.
Fuck!
Julie is going to be waiting for me, and I can’t fuck her. My mind, soul, and heart are beating for Barbie.
Hell, I know that’s not her real name. I need to find out her real name, everything.
We pull into the MC’s parking lot around midnight. I park my bike against the wall, turning it off. I take off my helmet, hanging it on the handlebars.
“Let’s grab a beer,” Bruiser says, slapping my back.
“Sounds good,” I say, walking into the clubhouse. The Hades' asylum is full; the brothers and club whores are playing pool and drinking.
I head to the bar, taking a seat on the stool leaning on the bar.
“Hey Keith, get me a beer,” I say, looking at the large TV behind the bar on the wall.
“Get me one too,” Bruiser says, taking the seat next to me.
“Would you like some pretzels,’ Keith asks, sliding the beer on the bar.
“Nah, thanks,” I say, taking the beer.
“I do,” Bruiser says, nodding.
I take out my cell phone sliding my finger over the screen to unlock it. I’m so fucking anxious to send Barbie the message.
Wyatt: Hello, I know it’s late, but I want to see that you’re home safe.
I tap my finger, sending the message. I look at the TV so that I wouldn’t stare at the cell phone.
“Fuck, you got it bad,” Bruiser says, shaking his head. He takes the beer that Keith sets in front of him, taking a long pull.
“Motherfucker, I don’t want to hear a peep from you,” I say, lowering my eyelids halfway.
“Son of a bitch, you’re really into her. It’s not like you don’t fuck around, but I have never seen you pursue a girl,” Bruiser says, chuckling.
I ignore him when I see the cell phone light up with the text message.
Fuckingtastic!
Ashley: Hi, yes, I made it home. Thank you for asking. ??
Ice: Good to hear; I was worried.
Ashley: Thank you for worrying.
Ice: Welcome. I would like to see you tomorrow.
Ashley: That sounds good. What time and where.
Ice: I live in Sacramento, where do you live?
Ashley: I live in Chico, but I’ll be in class in the morning, but I can see you after class.
Ice: Awesome, let’s meet at your favorite place to eat.
Ashley: Ok, I love Rosie’s diner down Main Street.
Ice: I’ll meet you there at noon.
Ashley: Awesome.
Ice: Sweet dreams.
Ashley: Night.
I’m so happy that I want to do Nicolas's happy dance. I take a pull of my beer, finishing it off.
“You look like you just scored,” Bruiser says, laughing.
“Hell, yes,” I say, grinning. I tap my fingers on the bar countertop, so damn antsy for time to pass. I look at my cell phone for the time.
Craptastic!
It’s another twelve hours to see her, and I’m going to learn all I can about her.
“Keith, get me another one,” I say, getting off the stool. I walk over to the jukebox to select some songs. Yeah, I look for the two songs that Barbie danced to. The music starts and I turn to walk away.
“Hey, Ice,” Stacy says, grabbing my arm.
I stop turning to look at her. She’s a cute girl redhead with huge brown eyes.
“Hi, Stacy,” I say, nodding as I walk back to the bar. I’m listening to the songs, Barbie’s images flash through my mind.
Stacy follows me back, sliding her arms around my waist. I don’t know why she’s so attached because I’ve not given her a reason.
“Ice, do you need to feel good,” Stacy says, running her hands up my chest.
“Not tonight,” I say, taking her hands off me. I turn my head, turning my head, smiling.
“Ok, maybe tomorrow,” Stacy says, smiling.
“Maybe,” I say, shrugging.
I turn around, taking a long pull from the beer. I look at the bottle, thinking of Barbie.
Fifteen
Wyatt
The Hwy 5 is clear, the day is warm, and I’m fucking excited to see Barbie.
I’m a little early because I want to make sure to be there on time. I stop at the store for some red roses. Yeah, I really like her, and I hope that the flowers earn me some points.
I walk down to the diner to meet her. I wait outside, looking at the roses. Laura’s face flashes through my mind. She’s happy pulling the flowers to her face to smell them. I loved watching her.
“Hi Ice,” Ashley walks up to him, smiling.
“Hey, Barbie,” I say, grinning. It’s incredible; Laura's face disappears from my mind. I look at Barbie’s bright blue eyes and dark hair. My heart pounds in my constricting chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Fuck, she takes my breath away. That’s a first.
“These are for you,” I say, handing her the roses.
“Oh, my God! They’re beautiful,” Barbie says, taking them. She pulls up to her face to smell them. I watch her beautiful face, and cute nose wrinkle as the scent invades her senses.
I grin, taking her all in. I love her mannerism, her personality, and everything. Yeah, everything.
“Let’s go inside to have some lunch,” I say, taking her hand. I’m so happy that she laced her fingers with mine. She feels so perfect and sweet.
We walk into the diner, and the middle age waitress takes us to the booth in the back. We slid into the back booth, sitting close as if we were together forever. Barbie sets the roses next to her, taking my hand.
“I’m Robin, would you like something to drink,” Robin asks, smiling.
“Yes, the water will be good. I would like your bacon cheeseburger with fries,” Barbie says, smiling.
“I’ll have the same,” I say, nodding.
“Okay,” Robin says, walking away. She returns with the glasses of ice water.
“Thanks,” I say, nodding.
I look at Barbie, studying every feature. Yeah, everything about her feels so right. I only need to know her name and some additional details.
“I’m so glad to see you so soon,” I say, holding her hand with both of my hands.
“Yes, I’m happy to see you,” Barbie says, smiling, looking at me.
I love the color of her eyes, they’re so clear, a beautiful bright blue.
“Please tell me your real name,” I say, taking in every detail of her face.
Barbie laughs, pulling her hand, covering her face and throwing back her head.
“That’s right, you know me as Barbie, blonde with brown eyes. My name is Ashley Miller, I’m nineteen years old, and I go to community college,” Ashley says, giggling.
“Awesome, I love your name Ashley,” I say, smirking. I retake her hand to feel the connection that we have.
“What’s your real name,” Ashley asks, placing her arm on the table, leaning closer. She looks into my eyes, my lips.
Fuckingtastic.
Ashley has me all torn up, and I want her so bad. I can’t believe how she has taken over my thoughts and body in such a short time. I’m hooked and caught.
“My name is Wyatt Hill, I’m twenty-eight, and I’m a Hades Knight, and I work at our business. I can’t wait to learn all about you because you’re amazing,” I say, smiling.
“Wow, you’re a biker, a Hades Knight. I’ve seen some in Chico,” Ashley says, nodding.
“Yeah, we have a charter here,” I say, running my finger over her hand.
Robin returns with our food, and we eat and talk. We stayed there for a couple of hours talking. I pay the bill, and we walk out.
“I will love to see you again,” I say, holding her hand outside in the parking lot.
“Okay, when,” Ashley says, grinning. She looks so beautiful without that wig.