I noticed the tattoo on her shoulder when she moved her arms to reach for a bottle of whisky behind her. Her ass was on display, now that she had her back turned to me. She was on tiptoes, stretching her body. Her crop top rode up and I saw the pale flesh of her back. Her waist small enough to be pinned down with one hand, the gentle dip in the middle of her back where her spine was. I could trace the line with my tongue and blow on it. She’d like that. I had a feeling she’d like that.
Her tattoo was a pink delicate flower, something like a branch of cherry blossom winding around her shoulder. It suited her perfectly and I wondered what made her get that. When was the last time I had looked at a woman like this? When had I looked past the tits and the ass? She had both and of excellent quality, but there was more to her than just that. It was about the way she moved, the way she was shy and looked away from me, the glimmer of rebellion I’d seen in those green eyes.
This girl was already tame, but I wanted to see how bad she could be in bed.
My cock was throbbing in my pants now and I clenched my jaw. Few more minutes of looking at her, and I was going to explode. I’d turn into a machine, bend her over the counter and fuck her ass till she screamed at me to stop. If I didn’t have her in the next few minutes, I’d drag her to the back of the bar and she’d like it.
Then Big D came into view again. He was speaking with her and she was standing with one delicate hand on her hip. It struck me. She was working here.
She was the outsider who’d been hired to help Big D behind the bar!
For a moment, I narrowed my eyes at her and my mouth ran dry. I ran a hand through my hair and growled under my breath. How did it not strike me that she was working the moment I saw her? She was polishing glasses, Big D was showing her the ropes! She was an employee.
I looked around at the bar that was bursting with people and loud thumping music now. A few of the regular groupies were around, sitting on laps, draping themselves over their favorite men. All red lips and exposed cleavage and tight pussies. Makeup done just right, matching our varied tastes. These girls were fair game. I could bang as many of them as I wanted. They practically begged us for it. What about Barb? I could call her again. I could screw any of these girls to get my angry animal need for this new girl out of my system.
I clenched my fists and looked back at her.
She was smiling now, intently listening to what Big D was telling her, nodding her head and she looked over at me again.
Our eyes met and I drank in the shape of her lips. She had a pale pink gloss on, which made her lips look shiny and slippery. That mouth would have to open very wide to accommodate the cock in my pants. I had to steady myself from lunging at her. She turned away from me again, to look at Big D and I knew Barb wouldn’t do. None of these whores would do. I had to have her.
Her pussy would be just tight enough, her hips just slender enough, her legs long enough around my neck. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to taste the creaminess of her skin.
But Elwood had set a strict rule for the Rogue Rebels. We weren’t allowed to touch any of the employees. Which was probably why we never hired too many female employees and why we kept so many groupies around. They usually satisfied all of our needs, and kept us from fraternizing with any female employees. But no other female employee looked like this one.
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.