by B. B. Blaque
That’s it.
It’s pride.
Her face when she was watchin’ me. The wet pussy that followed every time I yelled at her. How good her fear and freaky pussy tasted off my fingers. All those dang images kept goin’ through my mind as I stroked that pussy under the covers and rubbed my cock. I rolled into her body, pulled it against me, and rocked into her just thinkin’ about all that stuff. She was either playin’ asleep or had enough of a buzz that she didn’t wake up and I used her pussy to jerk off until I came all over her panties.
You’re not changin’ outta those in the mornin’.
You’ll sit on them until we get to Kentucky.
I had another couple shots and finally fell asleep. Crucifix was playin’ road captain and at least he didn’t call an early time for kickstands to be up. The last part of the ride was gonna be about four hours—cake even with shitty sleep.
When we woke up, Nixx tried to act all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed—overly nice. I wasn’t in such a foul mood and even sat outside on the bike drinkin’ coffee with her. Maybe the blow-job worked a little. The girl from the night before came walkin’ out of some room with a guy in a pull-over shirt. Bitch saw my patch and wanted a chance to ride on the wild side. Lookin’ at him, I couldn’t blame her. Nixx actually blew the girl a kiss, leaned into me, and whispered. “She couldn’t handle you if she tried.”
And she thinks I’m jealous?
She ran her hand up my palm, laced her fingers with mine, and pulled it between her legs. “I like the gift you left me last night. See . . . I knew she couldn’t satisfy you.”
My cock thumped. She wasn’t gonna get it either. As much as I woulda loved to bend her over the bike and fuck her in front of that yuppie couple—she didn’t deserve it. Not yet. I decided to fuck with her instead.
“Maybe she coulda. Maybe not. I think I woulda liked it better if she was a hard nut to crack.” Then a knife to the heart. “Like you used to be.”
It was goin’ for the jugular, I knew it. After that idiot Luke gave her a ration of shit for bein’ a sex fiend, it was a sore spot. She was a sex addict, nympho, whatever they call it. The girl loves sex more than any bitch I’d ever known. It shouldn’t have thrown me for a loop.
Pride.
“Well, FOCUS, I don’t think Royal Bastards Video or the Mounds Bar would be happy if I was still a hard nut . . . I think the Royal Bastards would be royally pissed if I decided to suddenly start twelve steppin’ my way back to the diner. That ain’t a lie and you know it!”
I wasn’t gonna have that conversation. We had miles to put behind us and I just wanted to think of her sittin’ on my seat in cum-stained panties. My cum.
“Nixx, girl, we could sit here all dang day debatin’ on the merits of your overactive sex drive.” I stood and dumped the last drops of my coffee on the ground. “Truth is, it ain’t somethin’ that’s gonna be figured out now. The Mounds in the Hills is waitin’ on you to check in to the hotel and be fresh and on stage tomorrow. Pack up and let’s get on it. Be ready for kickstands up in fifteen minutes or Crucifix is gonna be pissed. Mark my words . . . he will leave your ass behind.”
We weren’t leavin’ for twenty-five minues, but it would be fun to make her wait. I wanted to see if she’d try to defy us by draggin’ that sweet ass. Thankfully, for her, she was on time like her usual. After a quick stop at a gas station by the motel, we were in the wind. All I thought about were those panties huggin’ that pussy and how I’d marked my territory.
My property.
I choose who your legs open for and, girl, you best be gettin’ with the program.
The ride was decent and I touched base with Coy, the president of the Louisville Chapter, on the way. They had us booked into a nice hotel around the corner from the club. None of us had been to the Mounds in the Hills, but its reputation was good.
Once we were checked in, we got ready for supper. Coy was meetin’ us at the bar in the hotel for a quick bite and drinks. We all needed somethin’ that’d stick to our ribs ‘cause we’d been survivin’ mostly on gas station food since leavin’ the city. I needed to get ahead of shit with Nixx too, because that girl would think she was gonna fuck Coy or one of his guys—that wasn’t gonna happen. She also needed to know straight outta the gate what she’d be doin’ at the club and, more importantly, what she would not be doin’.
“Before you start askin’ questions, remember my mood . . . No, you are not fuckin’ Coy or any of the brothers in the Louisville Chapter. That’s all off the table.”
Nixx rolled her eyes. “What makes ya think I planned on doin’ that? You’d think I was a sex fiend or somethin’.”
Crucifix looked up from his beer and glared at her. “Kid, this ain’t no jokin’ matter. You can’t go jammin’ up the club or Coy because you got a fuckin’ itch to scratch! Get it outta your head. Your ass is gonna be on that stage, rakin’ in the money. That’s it. Follow the club rules. Period. End of story.”
He wasn’t playin’. If she so much as stepped a glittery high-heel outta line, he’d tighten that ass up.
I elbowed her. “Ya hear the man. He’s the leader. You follow. No handjobs, girl. Don’t even think about rubbin’ on a dick. You gotta touch a cock, ya got two right here who’d be more than happy to letcha!”
Tombstone had an ol’ lady and didn’t ever dabble in the girls. It was good to have one of us who wasn’t pluckin’ from our own tree. Crucifix and I had our fun and we both fucked around with Nixx whenever the need struck. For some reason, he doesn’t piss me off and maybe that’s ‘cause she doesn’t trust him anymore. That whole jump up and down, gimme more, gimme more thing doesn’t apply to Crucifix.
Before they brought the second drink, Coy walked through the door. “Well, if it ain’t the man himself!” I went in for a hug and he stepped back. It was a whole thing and I couldn’t help ridin’ him like a fifty-cent hooker about it.
“C’mon, you hillbilly motherfucker! Show a brother some love.” He was givin’ me the evil eyes. “Didn’t your mama teach you any manners, boy? That ain’t no way to show hospitality!”
Coy gave me the finger and shook Crucifix’s hand before pullin’ up a chair. Coy had a thing about bein’ touched. Even a handshake was a rare thing and only reserved for presidents. He knew I was fuckin’ with him and always let me slide without too much grief.
“Why would I wanna hug your big, country fried ass? I haven’t had my rabies booster.” He was laughin’ but all of us, besides Nixx, knew you just do not touch that man.
I ran my hand up the back of her neck and whispered, “Girl, if you never listen to me on any moutherfuckin’ thing, listen to me on this one. Keep your hands off Coy or it could be detrimental to your health.”
She nodded and swallowed hard.
Once they brought food, talk turned to Nixx’s dancin’ engagement. She was so excited I thought I’d need to peel her off the ceiling. I squeezed her knee to let her know it was time to simmer down.
“You mean I get my very own dressin’ room?” She looked at me with her upper lip pursed and I shook my head. “I’m just doing Friday and Saturday? That’s right, ain’t it?”
Coy looked at me, then to her. “Yeah, just two days since it’s your first time. Three shows a night. It’s easy. Ya gotta do at least a three song set, but if you’re makin’ money, signal the DJ and he’ll keep you up there. Be prepared, it’ll probably happen at a couple of your shows.”
She was so dang excited to wear the outfits that the shiny was able to distract her from all the stuff she wasn’t gonna be doin’.
“Well, okay, so when I get off stage, do I just go out and work the floor then, like at the Midtown Mounds?” She didn’t get the idea of bein’ a headliner, even though we booked them all the time. At the Mounds, she was usually so busy and didn’t have time to pay attention. “Then will the DJ just call my name and I go up and do my songs?”
The questions were valid, I mean she’s naïve to it and it was a lear
nin’ curve for us too. We book the acts and pay ‘em, but the rest is shit we don’t pay attention to. KP takes care of managing that mess.
“Naw, honey. You don’t work the floor or anything like that. Some of the customers are gonna wanna meet you and take pictures . . . . I mean, they’ll pay, no questions. Then, you just go sit in your dressin’ room and hang until the next show. I told ya, it’s easy shit. They’re excited that you’re comin’, I’ll tell ya that. Been advertisin’ the hell outta you.”
Coy got up and came back with a local circular magazine and flipped to the page with the club’s ad. “See, this is what we’ve been advertisin’. ‘Nympho Nixx Barritt-The Shiniest Porn Star in the New York City Sky.’ We’ve had different version of it and radio too.”
The picture they were usin’ was totally smokin’ hot and they had her listed as havin’ done over fifty XXX videos. If ya counted all the live feed stuff, it would be well over that, hell, more with the secret stuff.
Crucifix grabbed the magazine and laughed, “They spelled her name wrong, but I kinda like it. Kid, you were sorta fucked for life with that last name. Ya know, meant to be a porn star and shit.”
She giggled and kept lookin’ at the ad like she couldn’t believe it. I imagined the night we met and the first time she pulled her hair outta the braid. The wide-eyes she had lookin’ at that picture reminded me of Nixx, the diner waitress from Brooklyn.
Lord, help me. What have I done?
STARRY EYES
“Can you believe it, you guys? This is me in here!!” I couldn’t stop lookin’ at the ad in the little magazine. It was crazy, but I felt famous in the blink of a fake eyelash. “I still can’t get over it! I get my own dressin’ room and I don’t even have to go out and hustle dances! This is just insane and I love it!”
Tombstone was already sleepin’ and I was sittin’ on the curb in the parkin’ lot, smokin’ with FOCUS and Crucifix. They were both rollin’ their eyes outta their heads at me.
“Girl, you’ve got your own dressin’ room, but you know dang right well you’ll be havin’ company.” FOCUS looked sideways at me and I curled a lip. He reached out and smacked my ass. “Yeah, us. You’ll be havin’ us as company. Mind your p’s and q’s, girl.”
“Kid, you better take this shit really seriously. You pull even one stunt and we’re carryin’ your ass outta there and you’ll have hell to pay.”
Crucifix always seemed like such a hard ass—maybe it was the deep voice and New York accent. I also knew he wasn’t always like that, even though he tricked the fuck outta me like FOCUS had. Except for the sex part, he was still like a big brother or somethin’. I knew better than to push either one of ‘em, though.
“You guys are such party poopers! This is a big deal, ya know? You two should be dancin’ a jig right along with me. You’re makin’ most of the money anyway!”
I know, but they take care of everything.
They said I was actually gettin’ paid to do my shows—$200 each time I got on stage, six sets, plus tips—way over $2,000 without doin’ extras or anything. I wanted to do a toast and reached into my vest and got a small bottle of vodka. I raised it up and tried to clink it off of FOCUS’ beer bottle.
“Here’s a toast, you guys! To the Mounds in the Hills, the Royal Bastards MC, and Nixx Barritt! Let’s rock this shit!”
After swallowin’ a mouthful or two, FOCUS waved his hand to give up the goods. “Ya got more in those pockets? Give ‘em to me. You need to look fresh tomorrow and that won’t happen if you spend the night up drinkin’ with us!
You wanna talk club business, I’m sure.
I grunted, kicked at the curb, and dug for the bottles hidden in my vest. “Here, killjoy! Ya happy now? ”
FOCUS stashed the bottles in the saddle bag, turned slowly, and checked his watch. “Looks like it’s half past your bedtime o’clock and yet here ya stand.”
“Ya know, you’re the only person I’ve seen in ages who still uses one of those things.” I giggled as I stood up. “A time capsule somewhere called. They want their antique back.”
He always wore that thing and when I ride him about it, he lets me know it’s a Marine thing. The watch with a compass that’d keep on tickin’ even if you’re six feet under.
“Well, there’s a time capsule that says you’re late. It’s called a bed. Go get in it.”
I stuck out my tongue as I walked to the lobby. When I was almost at the door, I called to them over my shoulder, “Y’all don’t have to be excited anyway! I’m psyched enough for all of us!”
“Now that she’s gone, about Five Points . . .”
Yep, just heard that. Big mouths!
When I finally hit the sheets, it must not have taken me long to go to sleep. FOCUS and Crucifix came into bed and woke up the next mornin’ without me noticin’ either.
“Did you guys sleep in the parkin’ lot or what?” I rolled over, put a pillow on my head, and stretched. “Who donkey punched me last night in my sleep? Fuck, my body hurts.”
With them guys, it’s always a possibility that you’ll dig yourself a hole without even noticin’ you’ve got a shovel in your hand. That was one of those times. I was waitin’ for one of ‘em to say somethin’ when FOCUS snatched the blanket away, Tombie took the pillow and threw it across the room, and Crucifix poured the water from the ice bucket all over me. If I’d seen a spider, I wouldn’t have moved as fast.
“What the fuck, you guys? That was totally rude!” Before I got another word outta my mouth, or even totally opened my eyes, I heard them laughin’.
Someone threw me a towel and I wiped the waterfall comin’ down my face from my hair.
“Good mornin’, prospect!” FOCUS sounded like my image of a drill sergeant. “Girl, ya gotta expect some hazin’ on your first day. I mean, we treat prospects way worse and look how they stick around to become full patch holders.”
I think my last hazin’ involved me and seven Royal Bastards.
Six—plus Bish.
I remember it being more fun.
When they moved, I pushed by to the bathroom and wrapped a dry towel around my hair. I was just sittin’ down to pee and the door was pushed open and in walked Crucifix.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Can’t I have a little bit of privacy?” I wadded toilet paper up in my hand and glared at him. “I’m not hidin’ any dicks, drinks, or shit I ain’t supposed to have in here!”
He didn’t move and started to talk while I wiped. “We’re gonna trust ya, kid. We got some business to tend to and so do you.”
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I flushed the toilet and squeezed past him to the coffee pot. Crucifix was half smiling, not showin’ any teeth or anything, just amused. “You drew this whole thing out while I was in here just to make me uncomfortable!”
“Yo, FOCUS! C’mere, bro.” He came over and stood next to Crucifix. “Miss Bare-it-all thinks I hung out while she was peein’ . . . just so, ya know, I could make her uncomfortable.”
FOCUS’ hands were on the frame of the door and the two of them blocked me from leavin’ the room. He was laughin’. “Girl, you oughta know better than that by now! If Crucifix wanted to make you uncomfortable, there’s a whole mess of positions he could do to accomplish that. I think last on the list would have to be with you sittin’ on the damn toilet.”
That was it. FOCUS picked me up and flipped me over. The towel unraveled while I was giggling and ended up in a pile between the beds.
“See, girl. I bet this ain’t comfortable is it? I’ve done ya upside down before and ya get all lightheaded and shit.” He started to put me down and flipped me back over again. “Wait, that sounds like it could be fun.”
Crucifix and FOCUS tickled me and I laughed so hard I thought I’d pee again—which would’ve been bad in that position. I screeched and shook around. “Mercy! Please! Don’t you guys have business!”
As soon as FOCUS put me down, I scampered to the other side of the room. “I’m sorry, no aut
ographs, please. I’m a big star, yes, I know.”
I was so happy to just be silly with them. It’d been awhile and would only last so long. A girl’s gotta take what she can when she can.
“Did you see my picture in the local magazine . . . ooo-ahh . . . it’s fancy and free!” I was runnin’ all over and jumpin’ on the beds. They were almost out of patience and pointed for me to sit down. “Aww, c’mon y’all, don’t go gettin’ all mad. You guys started it!”
FOCUS brought me the coffee I’d never gotten to make and flicked my nose. “Remember what Crucifix said. We’ve got business, and so do you. Your business is to relax, take a long shower, make sure whatever shit girls do is done, and be ready at four when Gremlin comes to get you. Tombie took all your junk over to the bar while you were sleepin’. We’ll meet ya there later.”
That was it. They left and I was alone. Not exactly a bad thing—TV was all mine, bed too, and I even ordered up food. No other girls to bug me or get in my way. It seemed like forever since I’d just been able to be alone and do whatever I wanted to do. I took a bath in the over-sized tub, relaxed for awhile, and then even took a shower. Make-up and stuff was no different than usual—I could do it standin’ on my head if FOCUS was inclined to do that to me again. I enjoyed the peace and quiet, painted my nails, and took time with my hair. It was an awesome day!