Rotten Apple (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 1)

by B. B. Blaque

  After roamin’ around, my hunger became a real thing and I went to get food and a couple drinks. It wasn’t like we wouldn’t be there for hours and I’d satisfied some of my curiosity. FOCUS had snatched my panties away as soon as he’d finished sayin’ hi to Wrecker, so I didn’t want to sit on the bar stool. No one wants to go sittin’ on that. I didn’t wanna sit on God knows what with a bare pussy either. Instead, I stood and had a couple of drinks. By the second one, someone was pressin’ against me and a hand was runnin’ up my leg and pullin’ my almost-dress with it.

  “I heard you wanted to meet me . . . told me I should come introduce myself.”

  A deep voice that gave me chills was in my ear. Heavy! When I tried to turn around, big hands grabbed my hips and stopped me. “Did I tell you to turn around? Look forward. FOCUS told me to check you out, but my brother didn’t say nothin’ about you checkin’ me.”

  His fingers slid down my pussy lips and hooked into my hole. That’s what FOCUS meant by checkin’ me out. My hip was pulled back and a big cock in jeans was pressin’ into my naked ass.

  “Consider us introduced. You know who I am. Nice to meet ya, Nixx.”

  That’s how I met Heavy. There were a bunch of Royal Bastards from the DC Chapter there. Any of them could be him and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna go lookin’ at names on vests. When I finally went back to where they were all standin’, I kept about a foot behind FOCUS and Crucifix—waitin’ for them to ask for food. FOCUS turned first and talked while he picked at the plate of appetizers.

  “I heard you met Heavy. I hope that slit is ready to be wrecked, ‘cause I know goddamned good and well it will be. It won’t be a Goldie Licks and I’ve probably torn you up just as well after a couple days, but he’s in a whole different league. That shit’s not human.”

  FOCUS’ stare was serious and cold. Until recently, I hadn’t seen that in him. Must be in a mood. Time of the month or somethin’. “Don’t be surprised if he whips it out and thumps it right up on the bar. It wouldn’t be outta character with him at all.”

  Thump. Thump. Like the pulsin’ between my legs ever since he touched me.

  “Yeah, I guess you could call it meeting.” I giggled and bounced excitedly. “His dick met my ass. Interesting guy. I can’t wait to see what that’s all about!”

  There’s that look again.

  He does not seem happy.

  “Don’t worry, your highn-ass. I’ll make sure to rock his world.” I shook my ass against FOCUS’ lap and raised an arm into the air for dramatic effect. “Hand to God, you won’t be embarrassed. He’ll probably want an encore . . . like you did.”

  He pushed me off his lap, shook his head, and sneered.

  “I’m not even close to done with you. Check yourself. Natural born, that’s all you are. Do your thing, girl. Do your thing.” A smack so hard I almost fell landed on my ass. “Ya better make this one count.”

  It was my cue to get out of their way. They had signals that I’d learned to read like a second language. Maybe that’s why FOCUS’ change of expression bothered me so fuckin’ much. Whatever it was had nothin’ to do with me, like some kinda club business that had him bent or somethin’. “Slice of Your Pie” by Motley Crue started to play and the pole was callin’ my name. Maybe dancin’ would make him smile that heavenly smile. Get two addictions in one hot-shot.

  Nixx, come get me.

  You know you need it.

  I’ve got your fix.

  Mainline.

  Freebase.

  Smoke and snort.

  The intro was just finishin’ when my hand grabbed the gold metal I was addicted to. I spun around slowly, dipped backward, and threw a few kicks worthy of a cheerleader. People were watchin’ and that got the attention of all the Royal Bastards. When the song slowed again, I crawled to the ground and did a slinky move across the floor. My hair was fallin’ in my face, but I recognized FOCUS’ boots because of the shamrock. Come on, fuck me right here in front of everyone.

  When I got to him I walked my fingers up the front of his body, stopped at his cock, and started lickin’ it through the denim. My hair was bein’ pulled up and then I was face to face with FOCUS. Crucifix was the one holdin my hair in a death grip and FOCUS wasn’t smilin’ at all.

  “Save it. I don’t have time for you or your bullshit right now.”

  What kinda bug crawled up your ass and died?

  Crucifix pulled hard and I fell into him.

  “Kid, what the fuck did I tell you a long time ago? You are property. Do as you’re told and shut the fuck up.” He pulled my head back and bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t be stupid. FOCUS is not the guy to piss off. Even less if you’re his private piece.”

  My mind was spinnin’. I couldn’t figure out what the fuck I’d done to piss him off. It wasn’t club business after all and I’d done everything he’d said to do. I was excited to get fucked by Heavy and had every intention of makin’ it so good he’d still feel me on him when we were done.

  Where did I fuck up?

  When Crucifix let me go, I turned and looked in his deep brown eyes. “Fuck, now even you look mad at me. What did I do?”

  He pushed back and started to walk away. “We got club business to take care of . . . you’ll figure it out. Until then, make sure you’re ready for Heavy. Remember, make that pussy as clean as a plate you’d serve Christmas dinner on.”

  FOCUS and Crucifix walked to that staircase with Heavy and Wrecker. That’s what he looks like! I scratched my head and watched until they all disappeared. The only way I’d calm my nerves was to have some shots ASAP. I trotted over to the bar and ordered. The pole was still throwin’ eyes and beggin’ to be touched.

  You want my attention, don’tcha, baby?

  “Can I have three, please?”

  I HATE MYSELF FOR LOVIN’ YOU

  Before I closed the door, I pulled Tombstone in to get his ear. “Brother, keep an eye on that horny bitch. Get me if there are any problems.”

  I was ready to snap and couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. Her enthusiasm was annoyin’ as all hell. She was needy and would cling to any and every dick around. The only part I’d counted on was that she’d be filled with cocks and we’d be rakin’ in the money. When I had to push her, it wasn’t so fuckin’ exhausting. That sounds ass-backwards, but when it comes to cock, she’s like tryin’ to catch a dang fly with chopsticks—bouncin’, flyin’, and flittin’ all over the damned place.

  There ain’t no time for her shit.

  Business is business and she is not the business at hand.

  Crucifix and Heavy pulled up chairs. Me and Wrecker sat on ottomans in front of ‘em. It was just the four of us. Tombstone was on Nixx patrol, and their Sergeant at Arms was standin’ near the door.

  “What do you guys have so far?” Heavy started the questions. They didn’t know a lot yet. “We’re definitely interested, just need more information.”

  I’d been doin’ all the researchin’ and shit. It was my baby. Nixx was always tryin’ to be up my ass and got all butt-hurt when I told her I had club business. This had been takin’ a lot of work to get done.

  Crucifix jumped in to clear my way.“FOCUS can fill ya in on all that shit, I mean, not for nothin’, but I don’t know my ass from a hole in the ground on this shit yet. He’s your guy.”

  “Thanks, man. Yeah, I’ve been in touch with Blayze in L.A. and he put me in touch with some cool dudes out there.” I laughed and walked to the mini-bar. “Ya can’t trust Hollywood pricks, but nice enough to your face.”

  The guys I’d spoken to were feedin’ me information and not the other way around. I kept them on a need to know with me. In general, we don’t like people all up in our shit, that’s a given. Until we had this new thing hammered out, no one outside of the circle would know anything extra.

  “Anyway, looks like the San Fernando—or San Pornando—Valley is where all the shit goes down. Girls are practically fallin’ outta palm trees to
be in front of a camera suckin’ dick. I shit you not, bro.” It was amazin’ how many there were and I just saw big, fat dollar signs. “This guy put me in touch with an agent in Encino named Johnny somethin’ . . . that guy has a website with like a thousand chicks on it and almost as many guys willin’ to fuck for money.”

  None of those girls is Nixx.

  She’s fresh meat, gorgeous, and has the lips and eyes of an angel.

  “Sounds like fuckin’ Lollipop Land with all those suckers.” Heavy was rollin’ a joint while we talked. “Are you sayin’ we hook our girls up with that agent?”

  Crucifix laughed. We’d had the conversation about the girls. “Get the fuck outta here with handin’ our girls over to some scumbag agent. No, brother, we’re gonna steal those girls from Johnny L.A. Douchebag.”

  I couldn’t believe how many chicks would sign the fuck up to do that shit like a legit job. Dancin’ is one thing, fuckin’ on camera is like another planet. “We’ll be able to pick who we want and sign them to us . . . own their asses, but not like our property. Like assets.”

  “We can try all these bitches out, right? I don’t wanna buy somethin’ I can’t test ride first, ya know what I mean?” Heavy took a hit off the joint and passed it to Crucifix. “It sounds good so far. How are we gettin’ it done from a technical standpoint?”

  I’d been workin’ on all that shit and the back end too. There’s a shit-ton more to it than just holdin’ a camera and yellin’ action.

  “This is where my old captain, Bish, comes in. He’s partnered with us . . . let me know right now if that’s an issue because it’s off the table if you ain’t okay with that.”

  Wrecker looked to Heavy and shrugged. “Tell us more.”

  There was nothin’ that said they couldn’t start their own thing if they didn’t like our offer. We wouldn’t go cryin’ in our beers if they did. It seemed like a good fit and I was still hopin’ it would be.

  “Bish has bank and transferred a large amount into an account for us in Vegas. With his connections we got office space in Chatsworth . . . it’s on the edge of the Valley, and a big studio in Hollywood. He knows a bunch of people with location houses too, like these gorgeous fuckin’ mansions where shoots can be done. Then there’s the equipment . . .”

  Heavy raised a hand and stopped me.

  “We’re in.” He hit the joint and talked as he held it in. “You guys still gonna do 5 Point out there? Is there enough territory so you’re not steppin’ on toes?”

  I knew where he was goin’ with that and it was definitely a consideration. We had to show respect and even though Blayze and them ain’t into it, there are those who are. “Don’t worry, man. We won’t be goin’ crazy with 5 Point in L.A. It’s so saturated with all them tweakers out there . . . spread so fuckin’ thin. It’d be a waste of our energy. If I have anything to say about it, none of the chicks who get on board with us are gonna be doin’ it either. I gotta have a come to Jesus moment with Rattler. We lost a skank ‘cause of that shit.”

  Vicious was gone and would eventually be buried somewhere in the desert. Bish had already shown interest in playin’ with her. I pity anyone who that psychopath requests from Goldfield. Even Vicious.

  “Speakin’ of losin’ girls. We lost some to the Bloody Aces’ handiwork. Those cocksuckin’ scumbags are doin’ snuff movies. If you wanna keep your girls, especially that sex on heels downstairs, steer fuckin’ clear of those pieces of shit!”

  Tombstone came in before I had a chance to ask any questions.

  Fuckin’ bitch!

  “Lemme guess. She’s at it again.”

  Tombstone smiled and threw up his hands. “What’re ya gonna do, bro? You set that beast free. Good luck puttin’ it back in the box.”

  “That girl ain’t free, Tombie . . . far from it. That’s part of her fuckin’ problem and she’s mine!” I shoved the ottoman back and stood to leave. “Brothers, I’m sorry to have to leave like this, but someone needs to get schooled.”

  Crucifix had a smirk on his face and Heavy looked disappointed with his head in a hand.

  “Heavy, don’t you worry . . . she’ll take care of ya, brother. I don’t give a fuck if she’s already tore up from the floor up. Ya might like her better like that anyway.”

  By the time I was halfway down the stairs, I’d already scanned the areas of the suite that were visible. No Nixx in sight. If I hadn’t already been ready to snap, I sure as hell was after that. I wanted her to be a good reflection on us and the new company when Heavy had his chance. If we were gonna partner, she had to be worth all the effort we’d put into her. There was a lot ridin’ on her ass and, even though there were a fuck-ton of girls on that site to choose from, she was gonna be the one. Nixx and those dick suckin’ lips would be the face and pussy of Royal Bastards Video.

  Where the fuck is she?

  She wasn’t in the game room or the guest room. The only place I hadn’t looked was in the master bedroom.

  Fuckin’ whore!

  You made her one.

  Bona fide. Natural born.

  I pushed through the door and a crowd was standin’ around the bed watchin’ some girl suckin a dick on one side and a couple goin’ at it on the other. Nixx wasn’t one of them. I continued to walk through the damn room until I heard giggling.

  I know that giggle.

  I was ready to yoke her up until I saw she was sittin’ in an enormous bathtub, still wearing the holey church dress, smokin’ a cigarette, and surrounded by empty shot glasses. Our hostess, Kristal Candy, was also in the tub with Nixx in an outfit almost as non-existent as the one I’d chosen for the crazy nymphomaniac.

  “What the fuck are you doin’? Do you know we had to break the meetin’ to find you?”

  Seeing her hangin’ with a chick named Kristal Candy, I had flashbacks of the night in the dressing room when I caught Nixx doin’ meth. She was not gonna go down that road, so help me God!

  “Oh, hey, FOCUS! Meet my new friend, Kristal . . . she’s been tellin’ me all about doin’ movies and stuff. It sounds really cool! I can’t wait to do them too. Maybe I can do one with her . . . what do ya think? We’d be hot together.”

  Girl was drunk off her ass and didn’t even like pussy.

  “Get your scrawny ass outta that fuckin’ tub now! If you weren’t such a cock-crazed whore, we’d still be in that meetin’ instead of worried about what the fuck you were doin’ for free!”

  She almost fell when she tried to navigate the tub, but I caught her just in time. When her face was in mine, she crinkled her nose and pushed out that bottom lip. “Aww, FOCUS . . . Sergeant Highn-Ass . . . you really do care about me.”

  Kristal was laugin’ so hard she curled into a ball like she was fixin’ to bust a gut.

  “I care that you do what the fuck I say . . . Crucifix says . . . any of my fuckin’ brothers say. That’s what I care about. I care that you’re fuckin’ wasted right now.”

  I dragged her through the room and out the door of the suite. She was just about naked, but I didn’t care. There was a porn convention goin’ on and I was damn sure she wasn’t the only piece of ass walkin’ through the casino that night. I wasn’t sure where we were goin’, only that I needed to get her out of that place fast and set her right.

  “Girl, it’s time to come to Jesus and you can call him FOCUS!” I was cussin’ a blue streak as I stormed out the door onto the boardwalk. “You were there tonight for one fuckin’ reason and one fuckin’ reason only. Your pussy should be gettin’ stretched by Heavy right now. If you can’t take it from him, you won’t make it in porn!”

  Her hand was in mine and she was struggling to keep up as we went from the boardwalk to the sand. Sand. I fuckin’ hate sand. Kuwait. Afghanistan. Fuck sand! Once we were away from everything I let her loose and she stumbled to come around in front of me.

  This should be good.

  “Why are you so fuckin’ mad, FOCUS? I was with Kristal and we were talkin’ . . . okay, and maybe drink
in’ way too much, but who fuckin’ cares? It’s not like I was givin’ your shiny apple away for free!” She put a hand between her legs and even though it was dark, I guarantee she was spreadin’ her pussy when she said it. “Isn’t that what it’s all about, your highn-ass? Your shiniest apple? Your always juicy apple? Oh, and somethin’ else. I wouldn’t say this if I hadn’t had, oh, I dunno, maybe a zillion-billion shots, but I love you! I love you, ya big Irish bastard! I also fuckin’ hate you every single minute of every single day!”

  Damn right my apple!

  “Are you my ol’ man? Nope! My boyfriend? No siree, buddy! You’re my owner, FOCUS . . . my fuckin’ pimp! You make it crystal fuckin’ clear!” She started stompin’ off toward the water and I caught up quick enough to hear her still rantin’. “What the fuck is wrong with me? Dumb bitch who fell in love with her pimp! Rocks for brains!”

  Nixx started to run fast down the beach. It reminded me of that night in the city when she fell. She knew she couldn’t outrun me, even on sand, and when I caught her, I pushed her to the ground and straddled her. She went into a full-on giggle attack as I held her wrists pinned to the beach.

  “What the fuck are you gonna do . . . Sergeant . . . . Major pain in my ass? You don’t scare me . . . nope . . . nopey-nope-nope. Ain’t skeered at all!”

  “You should be!” I cocked my arm back, looked at her still gigglin’ like a dang hyena, and let it fly. I had to. It was the only thing I could do. My hand landed in the sand next to her head and I yelled, “Count yourself lucky that I didn’t do it! And you’re damned right . . . I do own your ass and profit like a motherfucker off of it! You’re not my ol’ lady. You are a piece of property that I can choose to keep, sell, use, and break just because I get a hair up my ass to break somethin’ beautiful.”

  I pulled both her wrists into my hand, held them over her head, and reached down to touch what I already knew would be a wet pussy.

  This is how she works.

  “Yeah, well then why the fuck are you gettin’ so jealous of those other guys?” She was buckin’ underneath me and huffed with a laugh, “Why does me fuckin’ Heavy get you so bent and twisted?”