Jinx: Kings of Carnage MC

by Chelsea Camaron

  Our floor host Ariel spots me, her eyes lighting up as she locks in on me. With hair as bright red as the mermaid Disney character, but with eyeshadow always perfected in wild vibrant colors, she is a character of her own making. Tonight, she’s in a black tank top and leather shorts leave little to the imagination, but just enough for me to wonder when Valley will promote her to dancing so I can see what she’s got under those skimpy clothes.

  “Hi North.” She winks before walking past me allowing her hand to lightly brush down my arm, feeling my muscles up.

  “Hey sweetheart,” I reply, but I doubt she hears me over the rap music thumping through the building.

  Each dancer picks their songs which means the night is filled with a wide variety of music. Two steps up I find my way to my chair. I sit here three nights a week to make sure everything goes smoothly. It’s a high back leather throne, with a foot stool to rest my feet. The location gives me full view of the entire place, except for the private dance area. My job is to protect the women, and keep the club from the cop’s radar.

  I’m the key enforcer for the Kings of Carnage MC. Centerfolds is one of multiple business fronts to float clean money for our other ventures that are far from walking the lines of the law. We’re not a huge club, but we can’t have any reason for authorities to look into our shit. So my job is mostly to keep Centerfolds quiet and be the muscle on runs.

  The lights dim just as my ass hits the seat. One of our girls named Bad Bunny begins swirling around the chrome pole like an angel kicked from heaven for her sins as she descends down to hell with the rest of us. With her legs wrapped around the pole, she bends to the point her black hair nearly touches her ass. She’s thicker than some of the other women, but her perky tits and pink nipples fit her figure perfectly. Besides, she wouldn’t be up there if she wasn’t one of the best. We don’t have half-ass talent here, Centerfolds is the real deal.

  Ariel steps up to my chair and hands me a beer like she does every night just as the next girl comes onto the stage to the left to dance. “Pony” by Genuine plays, a song played regularly by the girls. I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t gotten drunk a couple times and took the pole into my own hands a time or two myself. I like to dance when I’m hammered, what can I say? The girls around here call me Magic Mike two point O.

  I visually scan the area making sure everyone is behaving beneath me. All eyes are on the dancer as the testosterone can be felt in the air.

  Guys standing on the floor cheer for Bad Bunny, throwing twenties and fifties at her in hopes she’ll grace them with her presence even if it’s just to take their money. Rubbing my chin, I take her in. From those gawdy pink heels to the fake bunny ears on her head. She’s a looker, but annoying as fuck. Get her back stage and she’ll talk your fucking ear off about her damn cat back at home. The only pussy I want to talk about is the pussy I stick my cock in.

  The music fades, the lights dimming on the main stage so Bad Bunny has enough time to grab all her money without looking greedy to the crowd. With the attention on the side stage, I take the free time to check my phone and make sure none of the guys have messaged me for anything back at the clubhouse.

  I take a pull of my beer just as a spotlight hits an unfamiliar face in the middle of the stage, I sit my phone down, curious.

  Valley didn’t mention a new girl, then again I didn’t give her time to say much before or after I was done fucking her. While I oversee security here, Valley handles the talent. She’s what the girls call the house mom.

  This new girl has shoulder length blonde hair, soft eyes, with unmarked skin. She’s wearing a black sheer robe, her back to the pole and eyes cast down. Like a virgin lost in a sea of sex and sin. It’s eye catching to say the least.

  Lifting my hand I grab Ariel’s attention, and she leaves the men she was waiting on, her hand balancing a tray full of tips and cigars as she makes her way to me.

  “Who’s that?” I point to the woman I haven’t seen before.

  Ariel looks to the stage and back to me. “New girl, name’s Aspen.” Ariel nods in response. “She’s been here early for a couple weeks learning the ropes from Valley.” She explains further.

  DJ Nerve taps the mic to introduce her. “Let’s give it up to our new girl Aspen, heart of ice, but a soul of fire!” his rugged voice growls through the speakers.

  The music kicks on, and her body starts to move. “Nightmare” by Halsey plays, and she rolls her neck, her hair falling into her face right before she flings around the pole like a dark angel. Her robe flying behind her. Every movement is so fluid, it’s more than dancing, it’s art. She doesn’t dance like the other girls, there’s something different about her. Dropping onto all fours her back pops up and down, her hand slapping at the floor right before she pulls herself up to her knees and rips her robe open, her eyes still casted down as she reveals perky tits in a fishnet bralette, her thong matching. Brows furrowing, I watch closely. She’s lost in the song, dancing as if she’s living the lyrics and not dancing for a bunch of horny men. The alabaster skin in front of me has no tattoos, no piercings that I can see. She’s unmarked in every way. Aspen’s so pure that it baffles me as to why she’s even up there.

  The beat continues to thump as the rhythm plays on and Aspen continues to tell a story with her body on the stage. Wrapping a leg around the pole, her creamy ass cheeks come into view as she swings and does a sexy move. I don’t know what it’s called, I just watch her in fascination. Now all the way at the top of the pole she takes her top off, the small material flying into the crowd allowing some drunk bastard to catch it. I stand, making sure to lay eyes on the man in possession of the garment so I can be sure to get that back. I’ve heard the women talk in the dressing room about how expensive lingerie is and her being new, her attire will be limited for a while.

  Just as the song comes to an end, she slips from the chrome pole to her feet. The beauty of Aspen on display for me, with her tit’s in full view, her stomach not tight and fit, but smooth and sexy, I’m intrigued and certainly turned on.

  She lifts her head just as the lights dim, hooded eyes landing on mine. The crowd between us disappearing for a split second before the room darkens to black.

  Stepping down from my throne I head to the man who has her top. He’s about five feet tall, wearing a wrinkled suit, with a tie hanging off his neck. I tap him on the shoulder, pointing to the black fabric rolled into his hand.

  “I’mma need that back.” I tell him with a hard expression. I flare my nose, trying to hold my temper in that he even thinks he gets to keep it.

  He sneers. Not giving him a chance to cause a scene I snatch it form him and walk away.

  Left of the stage I push the heavy curtain out of the way finding Aspen wrapping her naked body up in a Komono. The silk material hides her body from me, concealing what I really want to see up close.

  The room smells of a variety of perfumes and make-ups. The soft glow from each vanity filling the room just the right amount of lighting to make the girls look like model when sitting in their chairs. Girls idle chit chat about regulars coming in and how much they’re making in tips.

  Aspen sits down at a vanity at the end of the room, keeping to herself. A wallflower if I ever saw one, but one lost in a desert of selfish people. Stick to the wall babe, nobody here is your friend. I think but don’t say.

  The women notice me as soon as I step foot in the room, my presence getting them excited they all begin to talk to me, standing to catch my attention. Jesus, it’s flattering, really? But too much at times. I guess my reputation precedes me, then again I know Valley tells all the girls to stay away from me so it makes them at much more eager to get my attention.

  It’s a game. One I play very well myself.

  I give a smile, rub my hand down one of their backs in passing, but who I really want is at the back of the room. I want to know who Aspen is, why she’s here?

  Coming up behind her, she’s sitting in a silk covered chair messing wi
th makeup on her vanity. Her eyes slowly slip up finding mine in the mirror’s reflection. Her lips part, dark green eyes surprised to see me.

  “This yours?” I hold it out to her.

  She smiles, her cheeks turning red. “Yeah, thanks.” Her voice isn’t silky smooth, it’s laced with an edge. Smokey, and sultry without even having to try.

  Tossing it on her vanity, she grabs it quickly.

  “Be careful where you toss your shit, the men will take it and they’re not easy to get back.” I tell her, my voice coming off more harsh than I intended it to, but that’s just who I am. I say exactly what I’m thinking and getting in a brawl over retrieving a fucking thong back for one of the girls is more trouble than it’s worth. Her face hardens from my tone and it occurs to me how out of character it is for me to be back here. I never come in here, usually I just have Valley get on to the girls if they fuck up, or return belongings they lose to the crowd.

  Why am I back here? When I have ever not be able to resist the pull of a hot woman? What has gotten into me?

  Rubbing my neck anxiously, I turn away. I need to get back to work. Heading out of the dressing room I spot her in on one of the dozen mirrors turning in her chair to watch me walk away . I find Valley standing at the entrance of the room, her arms crossed, a brow raised in an unspoken question. She’s a good fuck, but clingy as hell, man.

  “I see you met the new girl.” She grins.

  “Is she new?” I shrug, as if I don’t keep track of who is who at this place. Including her.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know any of us,” she squints her eyes in knowing. Her lips cocking to the side as she silently reminds me I just fucked her. This has nothing to do with the girls of the club and everything to do with her.

  Raising a brow I relax my features. My lips pulling into a smirk. “Not anyone important.” I deadpan, and her sassy ass grin falls flat.

  The song in the background chances as I exit the space not giving Valley another second of my time or even share the air I breathe. I have one focus, returning to my throne.

  We are kings after all.