by Eden Rose
I smile proudly and then drag her to the door to get into the restaurant. After we are sat, I retell my tale of sleeping with this weirdo who lived with his mom. Chantal’s laughing hysterically and George, the waiter and owner’s son, is blushing trying to get away from us.
When George brings out our food, I lean over the table so he could see down my shirt a little. I wink at him and then smile crudely. “Tell me, do you prefer being on the top or bottom? Or are you an inside the sandwich type of man?” I know that I’m frustrating him, but it’s too much fun to push him past his breaking point.
George drops the tray after he puts our plates down and then runs away. I burst out laughing and I have tears rolling down my face.
“Oh my god! That poor guy is probably so embarrassed!” Chantal states but loses her battle to keep from laughing.
“He likes it. One of these days he’s going to come out of his shell and realize that he wants to be dominated by a woman wearing leather who calls him Sally.”
“For real! Please tell me you don’t talk about this shit around your clients?”
I smile and think of my prestigious hair salon that I have worked very hard to make and keep up. “No, they know me by now and that’s why they come back.”
The creaking of the door is what caught my attention and I follow the noise to see three men who are dressed clad in leather and swagger that doesn’t quit. One of them has long hair that is shaved off on the side and is parted down the side of his skull. The hair that is pushed over the side, is thick and blond. Every woman that comes into my salon who asks for blonde would totally be envious of this man’s hair.
“Holy fucking shit! Chantal, there are these men that are coming over here that look like are straight from Sons of Anarchy!” I blurt out and my mouth drops. “Holy shit!” I whisper and yell all at the same time.
One of the men goes straight to my friend who blushes all through her body causing me to smirk. I’m going to give her so much shit about keeping these hotties to herself. “Hey, Chantal. Fancy meeting you here,” the man says.
The other two guys pull out chairs and bring it up to the table. My pussy creams itself at the thought of how hot these men are.
“Hey, pretty ladies,” one of them says and takes off his jacket. “I’m starved. Have you girls eaten yet?”
The other one leans over my chair and drapes his arm behind my back. The tips of his fingers brush against the skin that is visible through my shirt and my body lights up. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you a pretty thing? Why haven’t I seen you around, Pop Tart?”
My friend and I start laughing hard while this random man spits some game in my ear. “Did you just call me a Pop Tart? What the hell does that even mean? You want to pop my tart of something? Is that one of those games that you bikers play?” I ask the man leaning over me.
“You can call me Slice, baby,” he says to me and rubs his finger down my arm.
Part of me considers telling this man to go fuck himself and then the other half of me wants to strip naked for him. He’s too hot to let him go to waste.
I completely ignore what is going on around the table and am focused on Slice. What an odd name for a man this hot, but I’d still fuck him.
The guy that is sitting next to Chantal, and he has a smile that is threatening to overtake his face. “What’s the matter, baby? Something wrong? Do you need my help?” He taunts her.
Shit! I need him to help me with something! Like allowing me to let go of my fantasies that I have been keeping to myself. Maybe a threesome or something. Who knows, but I’m game for whatever. I vowed a long time ago that I would experience life for what it is and I have a few years to make up.
“No, I don’t need any of your help. I took care of that situation earlier today!” She retorts with the implied context of her fingering herself.
The remaining guy is watching our exchange with a big smile on his face. He’s attractive in his own way, but I’m too busy watching Chantal and this guy flirt. Oh, and I’m too busy trying to keep my inner whore down.
“Damn, prez. How could you have gone on such a long ride and left this girl to find her own orgasms? You should be court marshaled!” He yells out and slams his hand on the table.
George comes running out to the table to check on us but he stops before he even gets close enough. I can tell that he’s nervous about these men in leather but we are seated in his section so he’s obligated to help us. I want to give George more shit about him watching the five of us bang or something but I’m sure that he has had enough.
“Uh, hello. I’m George. May I get you fellas something to drink?” George asks politely.
The other biker holds out his hand and slips George a hundred-dollar bill. “We would like a bottle of your champagne for the ladies and some strawberries as well.”
George is flustered while he walks away from the table to get our order. That’s typically not something that someone would order here. This guy is crazy because Bubba’s isn’t the type of restaurant that would have fine bottles of champagne or anything in that category. This is more of a beer and whiskey type of establishment.
It would be unladylike for me to turn down nice and free booze that’s offered to me from a hot guy, though. I mean, I got to protect our womanly pride and stature.
Slice is hunched over me and I’m totally in love with this attention. “Where have you been my whole life?” Slice is trying to be poetic and it’s enough to get me all excited over it. He’s so hot.
I giggle at him and then look over at Chantal who is looking at the guy she’s with and who has a lazy smile on his face. “I hope your friend is ready to get charmed. Slice is so charming we almost named him Snake Charmer. He can charm the panties off any woman.”
Slice doesn’t look away from me and when I try to turn to look at Joe, he places his thumb and index finger under my chin to get me to look at him. “Don’t pay attention to that Neanderthal! He’s just mad because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.”
I place my hand over my heart in a show of being totally charmed and swoon visibly. Slice is loving my action because he swoons back at me with a smirk on his face.
My smart-ass friend has something to say. “Hey, Jen, what about Billy?”
I flip her off and look over at the gorgeous man that is sitting in front of me. “Slice, tell me… Do you prefer foreplay before sex or do you just slide on into the main event?”
He smirks and then leans over towards me more. As his hands find my thighs, he squeezes them and then winks at me. “With you, I want the whole thing. I want you every way I could get you.”
I could care less about the others that are at the table and I’m loving the fact that Slice seems to love the attention that I’m giving him.
I place my hand next to his face and then say: “Excuse me,” I then put my hand on his face, “is this seat taken?” Everyone bursts out laughing and I bat my eyelashes up and down to display being innocent.
Slice grips the flesh of my thighs and his eyes turn lustful. “Did you know that your body has two hundred and six bones. How about I give you an extra bone?”
The other guy slams his hand on the table and then places it over his stomach. “Oh my god! These two are awesome!”
I’m tempted to take a bow to give these assholes a good show but I don’t want to rip apart this connection that we have going on. It’s been a long time since I have had a conversation with a man… Much less be playful.
Not since him.
“My batteries have died; can I borrow your dick?” I ask him and then wiggle my eyebrows.
Slice picks my hand off the table and then rubs my fingers over his shirt. “What does this feel like to you? Does it feel like boyfriend material?”
Joe chuckles out loud and then claps Slice on the shoulder. “Damn, bro. I think you found the one!”
I giggle and then dig my nails into his shirt.
SLICE
One of t
he things that bugs me the most about dealing in drugs is that we’re dealing in drugs. The payback is great but I don’t necessarily need the extra kick back from it. I make enough money from managing The Kitty.
I’d die to protect my colors and my patch but dealing drugs is not an easy task with all of the risks that are out there. It’s fucking easy to get pulled over while hauling the drugs to a different location. We never know if we’re being set up but on top of that: the president for The Plague is a shady ass mother fucker who has some sick ass fetishes.
“Everything good?” I ask the tester who’s looking through all the bags to check the weight and the quality. I know that everything measures up but they don’t. The waiting is one of the most irritating aspects of running drugs. There’s so many other things that I could be doing than babysitting a couple of kilos of cocaine.
Fang’s eyes are happy and wide as he sniffs a line from one of the bags. “Yeah, man. Go ahead and get your money from the banker.”
Mack Truck makes his way over to the guy who’s holding all the cash. I don’t get how this club can afford all this shit that they’re doing but it’s none of my business. My business is to make sure that I get paid.
My eyes watch the exchange between my brother and some junky who’s eyes are clouded over. Once the money has exchanged hands, my brothers and I are more than ready to get the fuck out of here. “Let’s roll, boys,” I whistle to them.
“Hey, Slice. Wait up. I have something to talk to you about,” Fang says behind me.
I was this close to leaving this fucking place without having to have a conversation with him. This close. Spinning on my heels to look at him, I see that he’s getting older. Presidency has sped up his aging making him look… sick. “Yeah, Fang?” I ask him with annoyance lacing my voice. I have too much shit to be doing at The Kitty to be having small talk with these dumb fucks.
His eyes are red from doing that line he just did, but it’s the sallow look of his skin that makes me worried about him and the safety of my brothers. If he’s drugged out, there’s a chance that he could start some shit and then we would have to end it by placing a couple of bullets in his head.
“So, I’ve been thinkin’ about something and I want to run it by you.”
“Whatever it is, I’m not interested, Fang,” I immediately say to cut off anything more that he might have to say.
He looks wounded but that doesn’t faze me. “You gotta listen to what I have to tell ya. Your club is goin’ down, man. I’m offerin’ you a place on my table. In my club. Smokey’s never gonna step down from being Veep so you need to figure out how to get through that. Let me help you.”
I shake my head before he could say anything. “I don’t know what the fuck you guys do over here, but we don’t turn our backs on our colors. Stay out of my way, Fang. Would hate for something to happen to your stash.” I tilt my head to the left to show him the pile of cocaine he has.
“I’ll meet you guys outside!” I call through the clubhouse. Once my feet touch the sandy gravel of their driveway, I feel like I can breathe for the first time in a long time. Walking over to my bike, I pull out a cigarette and then my phone to check my messages.
KELLY: we need you down here!
KELLY: something bad is happening
KELLY: return my fucking call!
I didn’t respond to any of them nor do I care right now. What I want to do is go home and take a shower. I’m tired of wearing these clothes that stick to me from the sweat of riding through the heat.
I never imagined that we would end up at Bubba’s after the run that we just did. My back is sensitive and I feel stiff but this blue haired beauty has captured my attention.
I’m one of the lieutenants for The Lucifer’s Lair Motorcycle Club and I have had my fair share of women. Hell, I’ve fucked too many to count but none of them are as beautiful as this woman in front of me. What’s more than her beauty and tight body? Her personality.
The flies that hang around the club are lame and have no personality. None of them are willing to banter back and forth and that’s what I need.
For the past hour, Jen and I have been trading back and forth horrible pick up lines that no one would fall for and I have to tell you, it’s a lot of fun. When was the last time that I had fun like this? I couldn’t even tell you. What I could tell you, is that I want to get to know this girl better.
That’s something that’s getting old for me. Fucking the same bitches over and over again. I haven’t fucked a fly in over a year and I’m getting all hard up over here. I want a conversation before we get to the fucking. And I want a smokin’ hot chick riding me like she was born to do it.
“If you were my pinky toe, I would bang you on every surface of my house,” Jen says.
I rub at my dick and wiggle my eyebrows when Jen’s eyes follow my movement. “You look like someone… Oh, yeah! You look like my future ex-wife!”
Chantal spits out the champagne from her mouth and then grabs her napkin to wipe her mouth. “Jen! Remember what your mom said. They aren’t going to want to buy the cow if you give the milk away for free!” Chantal implores.
Jen only turns her head to her friend and winks with a sly smile. “Oh, sweetie. It’s been so long since you had someone tickle your kitty. Let mama show you how it’s done.”
Mack Truck pats her arm and then says soothingly: “It’s okay, Pinky. They call him The Bear for a reason. He will tear your kitty up!”
Joe turns his attention to Mack Truck with a menacing smile on his face. “Don’t you have some fly to find so you can get your dick sucked?” He asks him.
He shakes his head and flattens his lips. “Nah, man. The entertainment here is so much better than anything else.”
Chantal has a sly smile on her face and she’s got her eyes set on the president. “If you were my nose, I would pick you all the time!” She giggles.
All of us clap and cheer at her pick-up line and Joe has a smile of being proud of his old lady. “Damn! That was a good one!” He tells her.
“Will you be my girlfrien?” The president asks her.
Her cute eyebrow raises and then she says: “Girlfriend? Like with a ‘d’?”
“I’ll give you the D later!”
We all burst out in laughter until the waiter comes back with a snarl on his face. He’s probably not interested in having a bunch of bikers sitting in his section. “Guys, I’m going to have to ask you to finish up. We closed about a half an hour ago.”
I reach into my wallet and hand George a couple of hundreds. “Keep the change.”
“So, should we continue this party back at our place? And by party, I mean you ladies strip so we can look,” Mack Truck says.
I shoot him a dirty look but he holds his hands up in the air to show me he’s innocent or some shit. “Hey, no patch, no claim!”
That damn bastard has a point.
Jen puts her hand on my shoulder and then stands up in front of me. Of course, I’m going to give her a complimentary look. “Damn, baby. You need to get out of here. You are making all the other girls look bad.”
Chantal stands up out of her chair and places her hands on her hips. “Hey, asshole! I’m right here.”
I drape my arm over her shoulders and pull her closer to me. “Help! I need you to call the preacher. I have seen an angel!”
She giggles and Chantal makes a gagging noise. The Bear and Mack Truck both chuckle and roll their eyes at me spitting some game to Jen.
With Chantal and The Bear gone now, it’s just Mack Truck and I at Bubba’s and I’m trying to figure out a way to ditch my brother. Trust me when I tell you that Mack Truck is a good man and everything, but I want to be talking to Jen and not him.
“Will you call me the garbage woman?” Jen asks. “Because I want to handle your junk!”
I barrel over and laugh a good hardy laugh and walk her out of the restaurant. There’s only one car in the front of the restaurant and I walk her over to it. Mack Truck
is following behind us as if he’s unsure where the fuck he’s supposed to be going.
“Hey, brother,” I address Mack Truck.
“Yo!”
“Three’s a crowd. See you back at the clubhouse.”
He looks slightly taken aback but I tilt my head to the side so he knows I meant for him to leave. “But you don’t have the game that I have. And, and, and I’m afraid of the dark.”
Jen is watching our exchange with a goofy smile on her face. “You know what, it’s all right. This has been fun and everything, but it’s time for me to go home. See you guys around, maybe.”
I put more pressure around her shoulders to get her to stay with me but she thrusts her hip to me to throw me off. “Hey, Jen?” I call to her as she opens her car door and throws her purse onto the passenger side.
“Yeah?”
“I was wondering how you like your eggs in the morning. I want to know what to make you when you wake up.”