Getting Jasper Off

by Wynter, A. J.

  Elizabeth stopped talking, and then she stopped pacing. She was a beautiful young girl of twenty-one, with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She was skinny and busty, just like Sarah. In fact, that was the running joke around campus was that to be a member of Pi Omega Tal you had to have big tits. In reality, it wasn't a requirement at all, just a very positive coincidence that all of the sorority were well endowed in that department.

  Suddenly, Elizabeth looked over at Sarah.

  “You know what we should do?” Elizabeth said.

  Sarah didn't know what they should do, but she knew that Elizabeth was about to tell her.

  “We should go down to that bar where they hang out on the other side of town. We could talk to them and see what they think about the idea of Pi Omega Tal spending a little bit of time around their clubhouse,” Elizabeth said.

  Sarah smiled. She loved it when Elizabeth liked her ideas. She knew it wasn't healthy to get self-affirmation like this, but it felt so good to be chosen and accepted by one of the most powerful girls on campus.

  “I think that's a good idea,” Sarah said.

  “Sweet! We can talk about the details on the way over.”

  “What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

  “Well, I mean, I think that we should go do our makeup, and on the way over we should decide if we are going to bring them back here or not. One for each of us, I mean.”

  "Tonight?"

  "Of course, tonight! This is a serious problem that we have to solve."

  With that both of the women bounded up the stairs giddy with anticipation. They both needed to get their makeup on, fire up the flat irons, and get changed.

  "What the hell do you wear to a biker bar?" Sarah yelled from the bathroom while doing her hair.

  "Think rocker chick meets porn star."

  Sarah tried on five different outfits before settling on leather leggings, a low cut black tank top, a faux fur vest, and black ballet flats.

  She skipped across the hallway into Elizabeth's room and stopped in her tracks when she saw her outfit. Short, high waisted jean shorts, a black bustier that practically offered her breasts up on a platter, and black combat boots. It was perfect.

  "You look stunning," Sarah gasped.

  “And you look so hot, but what's with the teacher shoes?” Elizabeth said pointing to her ballet flats. She went to the closet and pulled out a pair of plain black stilettos.

  "Try these," she said as she chucked them in Sarah's direction.

  Sarah did as she was told and they instantly transformed her outfit from cute boho girl to sex kitten.

  “Hot damn!” the cabbie said as they slid into the car. “Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; their beauty shakes me who was once serene, straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen. You two ladies are dressed to kill! What are your plans tonight?”

  “Studying.” Elizabeth replied curtly, shutting him up for the remainder of the drive across town. Sarah smiled at the cabbie, trying to make up for her friend’s rudeness.

  “Do we have a game plan?”

  “You know me,” Sarah smiled wryley. “Let’s just wing it, but remember to follow my lead.”

  Elizabeth’s plan comforted and unnerved Sarah at the same time. She felt her stomach flip as the butterflies started.

  “You two seem to know what you're getting into,” the cabbie said as he pulled up in front of Tip Top bar. “But just be careful, you never know when something stupid is going to happen.”

  "Thanks, we got it," Elizabeth said as she handed the driver the fare plus a decent tip. “I hope the rest of your night goes well, Dave.”

  “Thanks Lizzie, you too.”

  “You know that weirdo?” Sarah asked incredulously.

  “Sure do. Thinks he’s a poet.” Elizabeth said. “I guess that's why I always ask for him.”

  “The poem sounded good to me,” Sarah said as she walked down the street toward Tip Top bar, the place where it was rumored that the Brass Bonds hung out.

  “It should,” Elizabeth said. “It was Chaucer.”

  Sarah nodded knowingly. As if she would recognize Chaucer. She was an engineer for God’s sake. She didn't know anything about poetry, she was all about analytics and numbers. Elizabeth lived classic literature and read more than anyone else that Sarah had ever met.

  Sarah wasn't sure what to make of the bar. Tip Top looked like an old run down pizza shop. There was a group of disheveled looking men standing outside the door smoking a joint. Sarah could feel every single one of their eyes following their every move as they trotted confidently into the bar. In meeting one set of leering bloodshot eyes, Sarah felt herself starting to lose her nerve.

  When they got inside they had to take a moment to let their eyes adjust to the low lighting. Not just club low, but seriously hard to make out faces low. They didn't know this at the time, but the Tip Top bar was known for keeping the lights down low. Some people said it was to make the place more mysterious, others said it was to give everyone a few seconds to duck out the back door, unidentified, if the cops walked in.

  When their eyes somewhat adjusted, they saw an unoccupied booth at the back and headed in that direction. They slid in across the cheap, cracked vinyl benches and sat there for a good twenty minutes in silence, not wanting to compete with the volume of ZZ Top blaring throughout the crowded room. Clearly, there wasn’t any table service here. At least for them...

  “Do you see any wait staff?” Elizabeth shouted.

  “I don't think there is anyone besides the two bartenders,” Sarah yelled back.

  Elizabeth slid out of the booth and wove through the groups of people congregated around the pool tables, and made her way to the bar to order some drinks. Sarah didn't need to tell her what she wanted, because she always started out her night with a gin and tonic. It was just one of her things. She wasn't sure what Elizabeth was going to get. Elizabeth was the kind of drinker that didn't stick to any brand, or any kind of booze in particular. She was just as likely to bring a stout back from the bar as she was a cosmopolitan, and tonight she arrived back at the table with a mug of dark stout.

  “I'm surprised it isn't a cosmo,” Sarah said.

  “Actually, I tried, but surprisingly that's not on the drink menu here.” Elizabeth said. She picked up the frosty mug and took a big gulp. Sarah could see that her hands were shaking and realized that this was the first time that she had ever seen the infallible Elizabeth unnerved.

  “Bottoms up!” Sarah said, trying to lighten her mood.

  The girls cheered and sipped their drinks. They drank and kept to themselves and began to feel invisible

  "Where are all the bikers?" Sarah mused.

  "This night could be a bust," Elizabeth said, sounding a little disheartened.

  The people who frequented Tip Top were townies, and didn't have anything to do with the college but that was something that both Sarah and Elizabeth found refreshing. They understood that they had probably been stereotyped as rich, college girls the minute they walked in the door, which wasn't really far from the truth. After a few drinks the night started to blur and Sarah made a mental note to slow down. When the two Brass Bonds walked in a hush fell over the room. Everyone looked down into their drinks as if they were trying to read something in very small type at the bottom of their glasses.

  The Brass Bonds men did look fairly rough, at a quick glance all one could see were muscles, tattoos, leather, and beards. But a closer look revealed that they were in their late twenties, or even early thirties, and were really attractive.

  Sarah turned and attempted to nonchalantly check out the duo. She felt a surge of adrenaline when the taller of the two came into view. It was him, the guy from the front of the house. She snapped her head around and kicked Elizabeth in the leg. Elizabeth met her eyes and she knew her well enough to understand that Sarah's guy had just walked into the bar.

  The girls kept sneaking looks over at the bikers, and although they thought that they were
being low-key, it was quite obvious to the bikers that they had a couple of admirers in the corner.

  "Want to have some fun?" Wesley, the dark-haired biker said as he nudged Sarah's dude. He smiled and nodded and they made their way over to the back of the bar.

  "Oh my god, they're coming over here," Elizabeth said into her beer mug.

  Sarah took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves.

  “You ladies are far, far too pretty to be in a place like this. My name's Dax by the way.”

  Dax extended his bronzed arm to shake both of their hands, and then sat down beside Sarah.

  "Please, have a seat" Elizabeth said sarcastically, motioning dramatically to the already taken seat across from her.

  Sarah smiled at Elizabeth. 'Good, the girl has pulled herself together and these boys are in for a treat' she thought to herself.

  She wasn't sure if the guys picked up on the dig, or just pretended that it went over their heads.

  “This is my friend Wesley. And not Wes, but Wesley. He's a little particular about that, just so you ladies know.”

  His silent partner Wesley was built a little more solidly, had short dark hair, and a dark beard with hints of silver throughout. They were both well muscled and tatted.

  “So, what brings you two pretty things in here?”

  “To meet you,” Elizabeth said matter of factly.

  Dax seemed taken aback at Elizabeth's directness and looked them both up and down.

  “And why would you want to meet the likes of us?” Dax asked. “You ladies wouldn't happen to be a part of, what was Stephanie's little girl club called?”

  “Pi Omega Tal,” Wesley said.

  Dax nodded, “Yeah, that's it. Pi Omega Tal.”

  Elizabeth smiled. “You got it. And did you know Stephanie personally?”

  “Nah, she’s more of a legend around the clubhouse. The cheerleader who broke Jake’s heart. So, we've come across your ilk before. You girls have your own small bit of power to wield about in the world you live in, but it doesn’t mean anything outside of those ivory towers. Although, you may be able to wield a little bit of that sorority girl power around the little town of Ames —what with corporate nepotism and what not.”

  Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.

  “Sure, I know words,” Dax said. “I just don't always talk like I know them.”

  He winked at Sarah.

  Sarah tried not to blush, but she knew that she was. Dax was even more handsome close up. He had piercing blue eyes, and when he spoke he looked her in the eye. Not in a creepy way, but in a genuine, ‘I’m listening’, kind of way. Like Sarah, Dax had freckles all over his face, but his were ginger. Something that Sarah had never, ever found attractive – until now.

  “So, what is it you two want?” Dax said. “I mean, it's pretty clear that you came here looking for something other than chicken wings and Old Milwaukee.”

  The crowd had thickened and filled in as the night wore on, and the added volume of music from the live band seemed to embolden Elizabeth to talk more freely about their intentions.

  “Mr. Dax,” Elizabeth said. “I'm here on behalf of my sorority, or as you like to call it, my little girl club. We seem to have exhausted our local supply of boys and have come looking for some real men.”

  Dax and Wesley sat looking at the two gorgeous, young women beside them like this was the last thing in the world they'd expected them to say.

  “Well this is interesting,” Wesley said. “Usually when kids from the university come here they're looking to score drugs or something.”

  Dax nodded, and then leaned forward to put his massive forearms on the table.

  “What exactly is it that you're getting at?” Dax asked.

  Sarah decided it was her turn to jump in.

  “Well,” Sarah said. “We'd like to see if Pi Omega Tal and the Brass Bonds could put together some kind of informal alliance. We were hoping that our little girl club might make it onto your guest list for your next big boy club function.”

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  The Siberian’s Queen (Intro)

  Hiding in plain sight...

  For years, Daman, a Siberian Tiger Shifter, has been a nomad. Reeling from the betrayal of his lover, the reclusive tiger had retreated to the forests of his childhood in Eastern Russia. Daman had sworn off love forever, until he caught the masked eyes of a gorgeous stranger at a swanky downtown nightclub.

  His jaded soul had found respite in her eyes.

  In an ornate palace set in the middle of a sprawling Russian estate, lonely Princess Katerina Emerald is set to marry the dashing Sergei through an arranged marriage. The confident and boastful Sergei has a way of getting under her skin and driving her crazy. She hates herself for it, but she can’t help but be attracted to this intimidating and captivating man.

  When Sergei and Daman meet, they both know that they are from the same streak and fight for the attention of the virginal princess. But when poachers threaten Princess Kat, Sergei and Daman put aside their egos and join forces in desperation to save her life.

  Princess Kat’s desire for both Sergei and Daman grows as she learns more about each of the shifters. However, her passion turns to angst as the time looms closer to choose between the two suitors. By choosing Sergei, she will remain in line for the throne; choosing Daman, means giving up everything.

  The Siberian’s Queen (Excerpt)

  The pool was shaped like a raindrop and its tiles were hand painted with tangles of green leaves. Kat’s mother thought it made the pool look dirty, but Kat thought it brought a particular warmth to the water, and reminded her of the depths of the ocean. She liked it more than the cold, sterile blue pools typically found in palaces. The patterning of the leaves reminded her of whales—great beasts covered in algae and other types of plankton. Swimming in the pool, pretending to be a mermaid in the deep ocean, always made her happy.

  Outside, the sun was hanging high in the sky. Its rays beat down upon their backs, causing them to drip with sweat.

  They walked to opposite sides of the pool, Kat at the shallow end and Sergei at the deep end.

  “On the count of three?” she yelled.

  “One, two…!” he shouted, jumping in cannonball style and creating a huge splash. Kat couldn't help but giggle, and followed, diving in gracefully. The shallow end was at most five-feet deep, so she was careful to keep it to a shallow dive.

  Kat was wearing a one-piece bathing suit with a deep v neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. It made her feel more comfortable to flaunt her body when it could be hidden under water. The white bathing suit also gave not so subtle hints to her femininity; her rose tinted nipples hardened in the cold water and pressed tightly against the fabric, as if begging to be freed.

  Sergei wore a pair of swim trunks that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Kat kept stealing glimpses when she knew she wouldn't get caught. His manhood filled out the bathing suit significantly. He looked huge, and the cold hadn’t had any sort of effect on his member. He’s definitely not circumcised, Kat mused to herself.

  “Hey, Sergei,” she called out to him. “Why did you say it wasn't safe for me to be in the storage room?”

  He smirked and dove under the water, swimming long, slow strokes until his hands met her thighs. He emerged from the water and brought his face close to hers.

  Was he going to kiss her? She held her breath and realized that she wanted him to.

  Instead, he leaned his mouth close to her ear—so close she could feel the warmth of each breath. “I know what he is, because I'm the same.” With that, he took her ear in his mouth and sucked long and hard on the lobe, before diving back under water, returning to the other end of the pool.

  Confused and unsure if she had heard correctly, she dove under water and swam to meet him in the deep end. She held tightly on to the edge of the pool, her arms high behind her, as he treaded water next to her.

  “Say that again?”
/>   He chuckled, and in one brisk move, took her other ear in his mouth, this time sucking it and holding it between his teeth.

  Kat sucked in her breath and felt her skin prickle with excitement.

  "That's not what I meant, Sergei."

  Sighing, he pulled away, holding her gaze. “I’m purebred, which means I haven’t been bitten or changed by a shaman, like most of the other tigers around here. My father and mother were both shifters. You don't get better stock than me,” he said, keeping his voice low. almost purring.

  In the bright sunlight, she could not help but notice the flecks of gold dancing around his eyes, and she found it impossible to tear her eyes away from his.

  “You’re purebred?’ How fascinating,” she teased to hide the shock of his admission.

  “Only the best for a princess,” he joked, and pressed his body tight against hers. He wrapped his legs strongly around her waist as she held on to the concrete ledge, leaving them both suspended in the pool. She could feel the warmth of his cock pressing against her delicate mound, juxtaposing the cold water surrounding the rest of her body.

  Kat surprised herself by pressing her body against him in return, moving ever so subtly against his strained cock. In any other circumstance, she would have swatted him away by now, but she found herself aroused by his boldness.

  Sergei tightened his grip around her waist with his legs and traced a finger down Kat's cheek, pausing to slide it gently between her lips. No one had done this to Kat before, but she instinctively closed her lips around his finger and sucked it. He withdrew his finger from her mouth and continued to trace it down her chin, then continued down to outline each nipple with his fingertips. Kat gasped, and he responded by quickly shoving her bathing suit to the side, exposing a perfect breast.

  She pressed herself into him further, softly moaning at the warmth she felt traversing from his hand to her breast. He continued to journey down her body, pausing at her upper thighs as if to tease her, then sliding his hand between her legs. His soft exploring quickly turned to vigorous rubbing. Kat found herself turned on like never before, kissing him roughly, and biting and sucking his full lips.