Honey
“I’m Honey,” I said as I extended my hand out to our newest guest. My nickname was not bestowed upon me because of looks or merit, and yet, it fit me perfectly. My hair was honey blond, and I trapped unsuspecting women with the honey that spewed from my lips. They always fell for it, and by the time they realized what was happening, it was far too late. I kept my features pleasant as I reminded myself that my luck had turned sour as more and more women in the MC life decided I was off-limits due to the sexual adventures I took them on.
Nice hair and a pretty smile only worked for so long before everyone realized how fake you were. I barely held in my eye roll and grimace.
This woman didn’t look like the others, which meant we were about to have a lot more fun than usual. This little bird wandered in, unaware of our rules. The ones that stated our information and our time never came for free. Few were willing to pay the price. It had been months since a bike bunny came in here for our special services, and I was dying to get a taste.
“Averie,” she responded. I watched as she placed her hand in mine, and it felt like a feather had landed in my palm. She would be so beautiful to shatter. The image of porcelain skin covered in blood flashed across my mind. I barely held back the moan that wanted to escape my lips. I was more than willing to give her whatever she wanted in the bar, and then take what was rightfully mine.
The smile that graced my lips was well-practiced, but it never quite hid the lunatic beneath the skin. He wanted out and wanted to play. The mask was just that, a cover.
“What can I do for you, Averie?” What a lovely name for a lovely creature. I believed each name reflected on the person who owned it. Due to this belief, I had taken it upon myself to learn the meanings of many names so I could judge those within my presence more easily. And with Averie meaning wise, I struggled to see the correlation at present. Her being here meant she wasn’t as astute as her name would suggest.
She looked nervous, but her shoulders held strong and the determination was set in her eyes. “I’m doing research for a book on a motorcycle club. The Grizzly Skulls are well known, and I pass by here almost every day, so I thought…” Her words trailed off as she gave a shrug. “Why not, right?” A nervous laugh fell from her lips, and if my dick’s reaction was any indication, her screams would make me cum without having to fill her.
“You’re here for information then?” Averie gave a small nod in response. “Well then, I would be happy to oblige.” Without taking my green eyes off of her gray ones, I called out, “Anyone else willing to fill this pretty little head with all the information she could ever want?”
Her expression changed to one of shock and curiosity. She wasn’t expecting me, or any of us, to be so forthcoming. My smile turned real for a moment, showing how excited I was that she wasn’t in on our little game. It was so much more fun when they fought, and the others had been far too willing.
The other members were in various positions around the saloon. Most were eavesdropping but continuing on with their current conversations. They weren’t interested in our shenanigans but wouldn’t stop us either. Then there were the men of our president’s, Grizzly’s, inner circle. The ones that he brought in for one reason or another.
Those men all raised their hands. Kodiak, our VP, stood across the bartop with Sonny, whom we considered our sweetest member. Ursus, my younger brother, stood from the table where he was previously beating the older members in a round of poker.
Typical. The usual crowd that liked to have fun—too much fun if you asked the right person. We all had special tastes when it came to our sexual needs and this played into our need for control and mystery. And as they say, everything is about sex, except for sex which is a battle or some shit like that. We wanted a fight. We wanted to be challenged and those bunnies never really satisfied that itch.
It didn’t stop us from trying. Spewing your cum on a useless human was better than wanking one off onto the shower wall.
As the others surrounded Averie, she sat on her barstool and took us all in. We were certainly a sight to see. It’s a good thing, too, because after this little info session, we were all she would see for the next… Well, who knew how long it would take to break our Little Bird.
The game was about to begin, and if I was a begging man, I would be on my knees, pleading to be gifted round one.