Serve Me

I could feel electric waves searing through my veins. It took actual physical energy to remain standing where I was and not make a grab for her. I couldn’t go against the Club. I couldn’t go against the rules that my father had set and the ones I helped him enforce. I would have kicked the shit out of Girth or Slade or any of the others if they touched an employee, not because I cared, but because we operated on following orders. And this was an order that Elwood had established.

And yet, here I was, practically drooling over this girl who I had no idea was hired.

I took in a deep breath trying to steady myself. I had to do something, anything, to distract myself from her. I could sense someone walking towards me. It was Candy, one of the groupies who purred like a cat when she was getting fucked.

“I was wondering when you’d stop by,” she said in my ear in a suggestive voice, and leaned in to gently lap at my earlobe like a kitten drinking milk. I was still glaring in the direction of the counter, watching the new girl move like a dream as she served drinks under the watchful eye of Big D.

“Fuck off!” I barked at Candy, turning to her with bloodshot enraged eyes. She cowered for a moment, and then furrowed her eyebrows when she gathered herself.

“I was just checking to see if you needed me. You look tense,” she said in a cooing voice and then she whipped around and walked away from me. I looked at her ass in those tight leather pants she was wearing, a thick belt with spikes was at her waist which I’d used several times to tie her wrists to the bed when I fucked her. But tonight, she did nothing for me. Tonight, I wanted to feel the velvety softness of this girl’s pussy and she was off limits.

Maybe that was what made me want her more. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all, and it was because she was just so damn gorgeous.

Chapter 5

Ava

First night on the job, and already I could feel my life beginning to fall into place. Or was I just kidding myself? Well, at least I had a job now! Which meant that I wouldn’t have to be a burden to Charity anymore. I could get my own apartment and begin moving on with my life.

The Lucky Lady was a busy bar, and I’d gathered a pretty good idea of the place within the past hour that I was here. For starters, it was nothing like any of the other places I had worked at. Tatted up men in leather jackets, drinking like fish and yet not drunk enough, their manners were rowdy and gruff and the handful of girls who were at the bar were clearly there as wallflowers - decoration for the room, to serve as walking boobs and asses. A couple of weeks ago, I would have steered clear from a place like this, cowering at the very sound of one of their voices. But the lack of a livelihood had driven me to do crazy things, like take a job in this place.

The bar was packed with people, loud music deafening me as I strained my ears to try and catch everything Bid D was telling me.

In fairness, both the older man who had interviewed me for the position and Big D who was showing me the ropes…seemed to treat me respectfully. Their ways were obviously different, less polite and more rough around the edges compared to what I had been used to, but I hadn’t felt threatened yet. It seemed like they were treating me differently to the other girls at this place. Like my job here was different to theirs and for that, I was grateful.

Big D, despite his “bigness” and the tattoos he had on display; was more like a gentle giant. His voice was softer than the others and he was patient with me, as he showed me around the place.

It was a Thursday night and according to him, the discounts brought a lot of their customers in on this night. He had pointed to his own leather vest, and the vests that some of the other guys were wearing. Without giving me much of an explanation, he said that anybody with a vest on got their drinks for free. The rest of the people would have to pay. I made mental notes of the variety of drinks that Big D said the guys liked to drink and I figured I would have to eventually learn them up. It seemed like these guys were the kinds of people who wouldn’t have the patience to give out detailed orders every time they came up to the bar. I would eventually just have to know and pour as soon as I saw them.

“You’ll be fine, kid,” Big D told me with a grin on his face and I smiled back, appreciating the encouragement. This is what I needed right now. I needed encouragement and a means of make a living. As good as Charity’s intentions were, her sympathizing was only ending up enraging me more than encouraging me. It wasn’t her fault of course, I was just pissed at the situation I had allowed myself to get into.

Big D had given me the initial task of polishing and arranging some of the clean glasses, when the guy walked in.

I’d looked up, expecting to see another group of muscular men walk in, but my eyes fixed on this figure with a jolt. I had taken approximately five-seconds, before I pulled my gaze away from him. A feeling like panting, rising up my chest. This guy, though similar in a lot of ways to the others, looked nothing like the rest of them.

He was tall, probably a foot taller than me and was towering over nearly everyone else in the bar. He stood near the door, with his threatening gaze on me. Blue eyes stormy and dangerous and fixed on my face. I felt like he was angry that I had encroached on his territory. He was definitely pissed off about something.

His hair seemed brown, at least now it did in the dim light of the bar, and he had a short faux hawk cut in the middle of his head, which was scruffy and neat at the same time; a kind of effortless style. A five o’clock shadow darkened his chiseled jaws.

He was muscular, with wide shoulders and a heaving chest without being too buffed up. He was wearing the same vest that Big D had already told me about. So he belonged to whatever group these guys belonged to, although I had no idea what it was about.

I gripped the glass in my hand tightly, as I tried not to look up at him again. I could feel my cheeks flushing, burning up as I tried to remain calm. No other guy had this effect on me before. I had never thought that I was the kind of girl who could just look at a man and feel this kind of burning, sexual need.

His biceps bulged under his leather jacket and I’d already noticed the tattoos crawling up his neck. My mind immediately went to what he might look like without his clothes on. His cock. The muscles on his thighs. Washboard abs.

I had to shake my head slightly to stop visualizing this guy’s naked body.

Big D was speaking to me again, telling me something about the cash machine. While I tried to pay attention, I couldn’t help but look over towards the door.

He had stepped closer to the counter now, enough for me to notice the curl forming on the sides of his lips. Like he was deciding whether to grin. He was still looking at me and I knew I saw danger in those blue eyes. An instinct in the bottom of my gut was telling me to stay away.

I snapped my head away from him and back at Big D again. No good could possibly come from looking at that man. He was definitely trouble.

But oh so delicious, irresistible trouble. I’d never be

en with a guy before who could throw me over his shoulder, and this man definitely could. No problem.

He looked like he could swing me around like a rag doll in his arms and I shivered slightly, at the thought of his cock inside me. He’d be rough. He wouldn’t take it slow and right now, I just needed to be fucked. I needed someone to bang the daylights out of me, so that I could forget about Blaine and everything else that had gone so horribly wrong in my life. And this guy seemed like the absolute perfect candidate.