Reno Runaway (Nevada Bad Boys 3)

A line of obscenities followed as she got dressed and walked to the door of my apartment. I followed her and locked it once she was on the other side. Annie? Abigail? Whatever here name was, she was a good fuck, but she wasn’t anything special. There was someone else in her place the night before and there would be someone else there the next. Attachments weren’t my thing. I finished my cigarette and crawled into bed, carefully avoiding the spot where we climaxed.

“CODY, YOU SON OF A bitch. Where have you been? I told you that I needed you here at eight o’clock.” My father walked out of his garage and put his hands on his hips.

“I know. I’m late.” I waved him off and put my motorcycle helmet on the seat of my bike.

“If you weren’t my son, I’d fucking fire you. Every damn day, I regret not dumping you in your mother’s throat.” He growled angrily and walked back into his garage.

“Hi, Mom.” I sighed as I walked into the garage and saw my mother look up from her desk.

“We got a car on the rack that needs y

our attention.” She pointed towards a BMW that had already been lifted off the ground.

“Yes, ma’am.” I nodded and walked over to it.

My father was an even bigger asshole than I was, but my mother just ignored him most of the time. She was the one that kept my father’s business going. We were just the labor. My father could hardly write his name, much less manage the books. The garage was thriving because of her. We could hardly keep up with the demand as it was and being late meant I would have to bust my ass to get out of there at a decent hour. I changed the oil in a few cars, got the BMW running again, and watched the sun go down as I waited for my father to lock up.

“Do you want to come by the house for dinner tonight?” My mother’s tone was hopeful, although she knew the answer before she asked.

“Not tonight, Mom.” I walked over to my motorcycle.

“I love you, be careful.” Her lips formed a half smile and she waved as I put on my helmet. “Your father loves you, too.”

“I don’t love shit.” My father glared at me. “You better be on time tomorrow, Cody!”

“Love you both.” I chuckled and started the engine.

I needed a drink and I needed pussy. Those were my only two objectives. I went back to my apartment, showered, and devoured a sandwich before I headed out. By the time I made it to the area of Reno where I liked to spend my evenings, it was nearly nine o’clock. I considered hitting a bar and testing my luck, but it was so late that most of the decent girls were already getting fucked. There would be a few scraps trickling in, but that was a crap shoot. I was tired and not in the mood for games. The girls that wanted dick usually hopped on the first one that bought them a drink. That meant the only real option was Carson’s Strip Club. I parked my motorcycle in the lot and took off my helmet.

“God, I hate this place.” I sighed and walked towards the door.

Carson’s Strip Club was the center of debauchery in Reno. It was the only place with totally nude strippers and alcohol. It was grandfathered in when the new laws were passed prohibiting that combination and restricting alcohol to the topless clubs. It was also ground zero for absolute sleaze, and that was exactly what I needed. Cheap drinks and cheap sluts. If I found the right one, I wouldn’t even have to worry about paying to take them home. They’d get me off in one of the back rooms and be back on the stage before I had my pants zipped up.

“Is Melinda working tonight?” I leaned against the bar and took the beer that the bartender brought over.

“Yeah, but she’s with someone right now.” He nodded and pointed at the stage. “We’ve got a new girl coming up next, though. She’s hot as fuck.”

“A new girl, huh?” I sipped my beer and turned towards the stage.

“Yeah, she’s not very good at riding the pole, but she makes up for it in other ways.” He winked at me and walked over to load some drinks on a tray for one of the waitresses.

The music started and I walked up to the stage. Carson’s wasn’t usually busy because customers didn’t have to stay long to get what they wanted. A few regulars just liked to watch, but most people were there for the services the girls offered when they weren’t on the stage. Melinda was my favorite because I knew what I was getting when I went to the back room with her. The others were a bit of a gamble. I’d cum regardless, but Melinda had no problem with me taking my dick out. She’d even suck it for a little extra money on the side.

“Is this new girl any good?” I sat down next to a rough looking older man that I knew was a regular.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged and reached for his drink. “She just started last night. Mr. Carson is charging double to take her behind the curtains, so she’s out of my price range.”

“Aren’t they all?” I chuckled and removed a cigarette from my pack. “I’ve never seen you leave this spot.”

“I’ll probably die in this spot.” He laughed and sipped his drink. “But I’ll die a happy man.”

I turned my attention to the stage when the lights went down even more than they usually were. The club’s atmosphere was naturally hazy from cigarette smoke and I added to the fog as I lit one of my own. A dim blue light started to shine on the curtain behind the stage and strobe lights went off. It parted slightly and I saw the curvy outline of a woman appear. She swung her hips as she walked, but I couldn’t see her fully in the illuminated haze. The man next to me leaned forward and licked his lips as the DJ announced her.

“From deep in the heart of Georgia, where daddies still spank their daughters, I give you the peach that fell far from the tree—the beautiful, Scarlett!” The DJ’s voice boomed out into the club.

Yeah, I wonder what her real name is.

There were only about five or six names that the strippers at Carson’s used. She wasn’t the first Scarlett to walk across the stage, so I doubted it was the name on her birth certificate. The lights slowly lifted until I could see her face and my jaw dropped slightly. She was absolutely stunning with gorgeous light auburn colored hair and emerald green eyes. She had a thin shawl covering her breasts, but I could tell from the outline that they were delicious. There was a timidness to her step and an uncertainty in her movements, even if they were very fluid. Her body moved to the music and when she got to the pole, she pulled off the shawl. She spun in a circle and let it wrap around her body before pulling it off a second time and tossing it out into the crowd.