“How?” Heather and Ashley echo.
“Look, girls, I know you. And you know me. So you know that I will not be going with any of your suggestions. This is my birthday weekend, and we will do what I want. All of you, all of us, will be together, and you are going to have fun!” Leigh lifts her head up from the table now, smiling broadly.
“So, what punishment are you going to dish out this time?” Heather asks, looking from Leigh to the other two. The others have the same question on their minds, in their eyes, and written all over their faces, and they focus intently on Leigh. Leigh isn’t sure about the next words to come out of her mouth, so she decides to just say it, decides to let it out and then let them all process. She is really trusting the masseuses, the women whose job it is to get them relaxed, to do just that!
“Nothing hectic… I just want us to go to American Trash!” She looks at her friends like they should know what this is. She isn’t sure what it is, but she knows what goes on there. She has done her research on the internet. Still, she isn’t sure what exactly goes on there, and what the vibe is like. All she really knows is that, for a while now, she has wanted to visit a biker bar. And American Trash seemed like the perfect place to get her feet wet and to get a taste of the rough side.
“American Trash?” Dani asks, echoing the confusion on the other girl’s faces.
“It’s a biker bar!” Leigh says, and then she lets this sit with them for a moment. The look on their faces goes from confusion initially, to utter revulsion. Leigh expected this, so she steels herself, hardening the look on her own face as much as she can. There is no way that she will give in to them, and with three days before the weekend, she has no time to find another equally risky, equally exciting thing to do.
“Seriously?” Heather asks eventually, speaking for the group.
“Really! There is no turning back on it! That is what I want. And that is what we are going to do!” Leigh looks back down and places her face in the pocket again. She leaves her friends to think about what she has just said, and to accept that it is going to happen, no matter what they do, no matter how much they protest. She doesn’t expect much protestation though, because she always does what they want to do on their birthdays. Fair is, after all, fair!
“Okay,” Ashley says, but it sounds like this is the last thing that she wants to do.
“Yeah,” Heather says, echoed by Dani with the utmost resistance.
Leigh smiles, and then returns to her massage. The others return to their own massages, and then they go about receiving the other treatments that they had planned. Everyone’s head is filled with disdain for what this weekend will entail, but not Leigh. She is excited. She knows that this is silly, because it’s just a pub. But it isn’t the pub that thrills Leigh. Rather, it is who goes to the pub. There are some ‘normal’ people that go there, but there is also the biker element. And it is this element that excites her incredibly.
Sure, she knows that there will probably be wannabe bikers there, but she knows that there will also be the real deal. Leigh isn’t even sure what she wants from them, what she expects from them, but she knows that she just wants to be around them. Something about the grit, the grime, and the authentic rustiness of these beasts gets her a little warm between the thighs.
“So, I’ll see you Friday night? We’ll meet at my house at seven. Okay?” Leigh says as she leaves the spa, her friends going off in the other direction to talk about her and her strange tastes. This is a conversation that she really wants no part of, and so she just gets into the town car and relaxes in the backseat as they make their way to the penthouse. She thinks of Friday, of what she will wear, and how she will try to fit in. She knows her friends will put in zero effort, but what can she do? Maybe if they have a little time to think about it they will feel some of her excitement.
Anyway, she tells herself, it is just for one night. And she needs her entourage to make her feel more comfortable. The truth is, Leigh really isn’t as brave as she makes out to be. But she hides this exceptionally well. Her insecurities are so deep beneath the surface that she comes across as anything but, at least in public. However, growing up the way she has can really cripple your self-esteem, and Leigh is not immune. She thinks, in fact, that she is probably so rebellious just because she is trying to hide her real self, and trying to find her real self.
She does tend to look in all the wrong places though!
Chapter Four
Come Friday, Leigh is beside herself with excitement. She takes out her clothes, knowing that the price tags on most, on all of the items in fact, is probably nowhere close to those on the clothes of the patrons at American Trash. She may look out of place. But this doesn’t matter. There is no time for her to go out and get suitable clothes, not that she would even know where to look, so she will just have to make do with what she has in front of her.
She decides on black leather pants, that fit tighter than should be legal, an even tighter leather and silk black top, and chains that are in a word, excessive. She doesn’t look at all like a biker chick. She looks like she just stepped off a couture runway in Paris, but there is really nothing that she can do about this now. She just has to deal with the fact that she looks like a million dollars. She is worth a hundred million actually, so you could say she dressed down.
When her friends walk into the penthouse, they look equally like models, and equally less than biker chicks. They are really going to stick out like sore thumbs, or like tall models in a sea of fat people, but one thing is clear, obviously so, and that is that they are all absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Their make-up is perfect, their clothing fits perfectly, and their purses match almost too perfectly with their shoes. They look so well put together that you would think they were on their way to a charity event or a movie premier. This couldn’t be further from the truth!
They leave for the bar, in a town car, although Leigh really just wants to take a cab. She knows that the drivers of town cars talk, and that there is always the chance that one of them might mention to her mother, who doesn’t drive, that he dropped her daughter and her friends off at American Trash. Even at twenty-one, she doesn’t have the energy for her mother’s judgments. Her mother is the most judgmental person that she knows, and Leigh actually cannot wait until she will not need to come home and live with her parents anymore.
‘One more year’ has become her mantra!
As the car drives through Manhattan the atmosphere in it is tense. It is a limo, a stretch, so there is more than enough space for all four of the girls to entertain their own thoughts. But these thoughts cross over to one another. None of them say a word. They just let the tension settle over them in waves. It does, even for Leigh, who doesn’t know really what to expect, but she knows that the excitement will keep her from changing her mind.
“Well, Happy Birthday,” Dani says, pouring champagne into four flutes. She hands these out to each of her friends, and they clink their glasses together. The ‘Happy Birthdays’ are echoed throughout the limo. Leigh humbly accepts them, and then she says ‘thank you,’ really meaning it. She really loves these girls.
“We’re here,” Leigh says, looking like a child outside Disneyland; a poor child who is visiting the land of dreams for the first time.
“Yes,” Heather says.
“Yes,” Ashley says, downing her second glass of champagne, before making unnecessary adjustments to her outfit.
“How long are we going to stay?” Dani asks as they exit the limo, the driver holding the door open for them.
“We will stay as long as I want. It’s my party and I’ll do what I want to,” she sings an old, old song. We will stay as long as I want to!” She tries to sound light-hearted, but she does feel a little bad for her friends, seeing how absolutely uncomfortable they are. She hopes that they will like it when they get inside. She hopes she will like it, but she knows that even if she doesn’t, she will have to pretend, for as long as she can, just so that the girls, who are lookin
g very apprehensive now, don’t get a chance to say ‘I told you so!’
They make their way inside and look around. It is every bit like a biker bar, every bit the way it looked on the internet. Leigh would have liked to have gone to an even seedier joint, but this was a compromise, purely for the benefit of her friends. At least, since this place had an online presence, she knows that it will seem just a little bit more legit.
But only a very, very little bit!
Leigh almost looks around for a concierge, and then she remembers where they are. She throws her eyes around the space, already filled, looking for a table. Spotting a table in a corner, on the end of the bar, she quickly makes her way towards it, followed by her friends. There is another group hovering around the table, and she hopes that she will get to it before these people sit down. The last thing she wants is to spend her birthday standing around the bar. When she sits in the closest chair, and there is no protestation from the group of girls who look like authentic biker chicks, she motions for the other girls to take a seat.
With all of them sitting, and no waitress coming towards them, Leigh stands up, and looks at Ashley who is shifting, visibly uncomfortable, in her seat. Ashley gets up and follows Leigh the few steps to the bar. They order a round of drinks, and then turn back towards the table. Three guys are at the table right away, talking to Dani and Heather. The two women are obviously not interested, and by the time Leigh and Ashley sit down with the drinks, the men have assimilated into the crowd once more.
“This is going to be a long night,” Dani says, and she takes a huge sip from her drink!
Chapter Five
Andre is already in the pub, sitting with his friends a few tables down. They aren’t really friends, but they are all here on holiday. Most of them are bikers, and they are staying at the Crowne Plaza in Manhattan, which is nice enough for the Europeans but not really the authentic New York experience they wanted. There are two Italians and a Spaniard. Andre is German. He looks the most like a biker, tatted all up his arm, and halfway up his neck. He is also dressed most like a biker, understated but no less authentic!
He gets Leigh’s attention, just because of his gregarious laugh. Andre seems to laugh from the base of his stomach. It is a velvety, hoarse laugh, and every time he lets out a chuckle, Leigh looks up. She cannot help but let her eyes linger for a while, looking at him with definite interest. What she doesn’t see, is that when she isn’t looking at him, Andre is looking at her too.
Andre is drawn to Leigh for many reasons. Mostly, he is drawn to her for her obvious fearlessness. She relaxes quickly into the situation that she doesn’t really belong in. It is obvious that she and her friends are from money, real money. But unlike her friends, she looks more comfortable in the bar than he thinks she should. He is also attracted to her physically. Every time she gets up and goes to the bar, he looks at her breasts, at her ass, and at her pretty face. He cannot help the thoughts running through his head, and he really wants to get her alone.
She needs the bathroom, and Andre sees his chance. He watches as she gets up and takes her purse, asking her friends to come with her. The other women still look horribly uncomfortable, despite being on their fourth or fifth drink, and so they just stay planted in their seats. He gets up as she disappears through the double doors that lead to the bathroom, and excuses himself from his own friends. He stands outside the male bathroom, looking at the female bathroom, the door still tightly closed.
Andre is a patient man, usually, but now he is tapping on his knee, growing more and more anxious with every passing moment. He thinks that maybe she made a duck from the club out of the window, but realizes how absurd this is, laughing at himself for even thinking it. Two women walk out of the bathroom, and then a single female walks in. Then two more exit, and he grows more anxious. When Leigh finally steps out of the bathroom, her face obviously touched up, the makeup once again flawless, he catches his breath and suddenly doesn’t know what to say.
He clears his throat loudly, bringing Leigh right in front of him. She knows that he wants to talk to her, which makes him relax a little bit. At least she can read his signals, or maybe she also wants to talk to him. Whatever the situation, he needs to say something. All of his usual German arrogance fails him now, and he just looks at her, up and down. Andre is really looking at her like she is a piece of meat; meat that he would like to tenderize over and over again.
“I’m Andre,” he says at last, pulling himself together.
“Leigh,” says Leigh, looking him over too. He is very tall, and she thinks of what she read just that morning, about the only true indication of the size of a man’s cock being his height. Her eyes start to fall on his groin, but she catches herself before they land there. There is something interesting about his eyes too, so she holds his gaze instead, not wanting to tempt herself with the possibility of this man who speaks in an accent she can’t quite place. All she knows is that he is European.
“You are very beautiful!” he says, his eyes on her breasts again. Leigh knows that she wore this top for a reason, for just this kind of attention. But now that she is receiving it, she cannot help but think that this was probably not the best idea. Her top really leaves very little to the imagination. So little in fact that she feels like Andre isn’t undressing her with his eyes, but rather that she is already completely naked. Strangely, this doesn’t make her feel the least bit uncomfortable, and she lets her eyes fall on his groin now.
“Thank you,” she says, after a long pause. There seem to be unnaturally long pauses between the times that they speak, and this has everything to do with the building physical tension between them. They are both incredibly attractive people, and they are both incredibly attracted to each other. Leigh plays a game in her head very quickly, where she needs to decide if a man is going to be a one-night stand, or if he has boyfriend potential. She really cannot make up her mind with Andre, so she decides to leave it in his hands.
“I’m staying at the Crowne Plaza in Manhattan. Visiting from Germany!” he says, letting her know where he is from, the penny dropping in Leigh’s head suddenly. She actually feels rather silly for not placing the accent, Germans being very distinctive, so that she should have known it immediately.
“Germany huh?” she asks, not sure how else to respond to this obvious invitation.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks eventually, a growing problem in his pants.
“What about your friends?” Leigh asks, for no real reason.
“What about yours?” he asks back.
“I’m sure we could sneak out. My friends will leave as soon as they realize I’m not here anymore. I think they are actually hoping I pull something like this!” Leigh would rather explain herself in the morning. She doesn’t have the energy for the reprimanding looks she will get tonight.
“Have you ever been on the back of a Harley?” Andre asks her as they literally sneak past their friends and leave the bar.
“It will be my first time,” Leigh says, feeling an instant thrill between her legs!
Chapter Six
The ride is everything Leigh expects, and more. She is pressed so close to Andre that her clit brushes up against his lower back. She wants to move herself away from him, just a little bit, but she can’t. Her arms are wrapped tightly around him; partly from fear, mostly excitement, and so for the whole ride she really is stuck to him. His body feels hard and muscular and oh, so inviting.
She wishes that she didn’t have the helmet on, but he insists. He doesn’t have a helmet on, having only one, so she’ll be the lucky one, if they are to have an accident. She knows, somehow, that they won’t fall. Andre just seems to be in total control of the beast between their thighs.
When they pull into the hotel, she needs to take a minute before she can get off the bike. She manages to dismount, and when Andre jumps off the Harley, he looks at her, asking, “Are you okay?”
“I am, very!” she responds, never having experienced
such a thrill in her life. She puts ‘get a Harley’ on her mental to do list as soon as she is free of her parents, and then follows Andre into the hotel. It is a nice enough hotel, and the fact that it is near her condo, means that if she doesn’t like anything that happens in the room, she is just a quick taxi ride from home.
They go up to his room, and it looks very much like a tourist’s room. There is a suitcase on the bed, opened, with clothing strewn around it. She throws her eyes into the bathroom, and sees a toiletry bag on the counter, with most of the contents on the outside. He is really such a man!
Andre goes to the bar fridge, and opens it. Then he looks at Leigh, who comes over to the fridge and looks in. It is still fully stocked, and so she has quite a variety of drinks to choose from. He pulls a beer out for himself, and then looks at her again, waiting for her to say what she wants. “A beer is fine,” she says, although she absolutely hates beer. There is a bottle of champagne and also a chardonnay in the fridge, but she thinks that the admin of pouring her a glass of wine or bubbles will be a little too much right now. She really wants Andre to touch her.
He walks to the sliding door leading onto the balcony, opens it, and steps out into the night. She follows, looking over Manhattan, almost seeing it through his eyes. The view is stunning, especially at night with all the lights on. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, as though she, too, were a tourist. He touches her waist as they stand looking over the city, and she feels electricity streaming through her body.
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