Using the Biker

“You’re at the bar! You’ve still not been served. Slick, come on, give a girl a break,” Mandy said with a huge smile on her face. “Jo, I’d really like you to meet someone.”

She’d been so consumed with her thoughts, she hadn’t seen or heard Mandy approach, and she certainly didn’t see who she was holding.

“Doc, I want you to meet my best friend in the entire world, Josephine Lovell, but you can call her Jo. It’s what all the good guys get to call her.”

Mandy had thrust a guy in his late forties in front of her.

She stood up, feeling mortified at her friend’s lack of anything.

Doc didn’t look embarrassed or upset.

“Pleasure to meet this mysterious woman. Mandy talks about you a lot,” Doc said.

His voice was rough, like he did a lot of shouting, but it had that arousing edge to it.

“Will you look at that. I really need to go and dance. I have it booked in. Have fun, kids.” Mandy left them alone.

Josephine was going to kill her best friend.

****

Doc had seen Jo’s pictures a few times. Mandy had been blunt when it came to her views on his single self and her best friend.

“I’m so sorry. Mandy doesn’t exactly do subtlety.”

“She’s charming.” All the photos he’d seen of Jo didn’t do her justice. She always looked pretty, but being in front of her now, she was a stunner. Her long, blonde hair fell around her in waves, and they didn’t look to be placed there by some kind of hair equipment. She nibbled on her full lip as she appeared embarrassed by her friend’s blatant pimping. Her blue eyes held a hint of promise, and her body, damn! He wanted to fuck her so badly. Just watching her, he was hard.

Big, juicy tits and rounded hips. Not to mention thighs that were designed to be wrapped around his waist as he fucked her.

He wanted her, no doubt about it.

Mandy had been dropping hints for a couple of months, constantly talking about the best friend with the cheating ex.

He couldn’t believe anyone would cheat on this woman, unless she had some freaky tendencies.

“Well, Mandy does speak highly of you. It makes a change for her to, you know, talk about a guy without swearing.”

Doc chuckled. “She’s been asking me to date you for a while.”

“Oh no, she hasn’t, has she?”

“I believe she has commented that your dick of a husband doesn’t know what he’s doing in the sack.” Jo covered her face with a moan. “Told me that I look like the kind of guy you need.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Please tell me you’re joking.”

“No joke,” he said. “Let me buy you a drink.” He knocked on the counter. “Slick, now!”

“I’m so sorry, sir,” he said.

Slick was twenty-three years old and wanted to be one of the Nowhere Men. He had zero muscle, but his loyalty was there. They just needed to be able to rely on him, and that would come with time and training.

Within seconds, they had a drink.

“Oh, Mandy.” Jo looked out toward the dance floor. “Figures. She can make anyone dance with her.”

“She’s with my son,” he said. Dale was one of the club brothers, and a man he’d trust with his own life.

“Wow, you have a son?”

“Yes.”

“He … erm … you must have been young.” She shook her head. “I’m so sorry. I’m really not used to this.”

“You’ve just split from your husband.”

“Officially divorced, actually.”

“First husband? Second?” he asked.

“First and only. I don’t think I’ll be going that route again. You?”

“Never married. Never will. I was fifteen when I had Dale.”

“Fifteen? His mother?”

“She was twenty.”

“How did that—erm? Isn’t that illegal?” Jo asked.

“You look cute when you’re uncomfortable.”

She paused, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know exactly what I’m supposed to be.”

“Nothing. His mother didn’t want him, and seeing as my dad didn’t want Dale adopted or put into foster care, I took him. He’s my son, and the moment I held him, I knew I’d do anything for him.” At fifteen years old, it hadn’t been easy. He did learn to bag his dick up, and he’d never had another kid . Never found a woman he wanted. Dale’s mother was a rich chick who wanted to have a bit of rough before she went back to her life. From what he knew, she was now married to some billionaire with a couple of kids. Dale wanted nothing to do with her, and she didn’t want anything to do with him.

It was a win-win for him in all regards.

“Do you have any kids?”

“No, none. Mitch didn’t want any children.” She laughed. “I sound like a dumb trophy wife. I’m sorry. Mandy wanted to set us up. This isn’t going great.”

“Why not?”

It wasn’t a normal date or even a hook-up conversation, but he rather liked to watch Jo. She didn’t hide. Her emotions were plain to see.