“Leave the bottle.”
He did as told, and goes back to wiping the glasses he’s stocking on the shelves behind the bar.
Crusher, my VP and best friend, saddles up beside me on the stool. He doesn’t talk. I know he is dying too. Crusher and I had been through some tough shit. He has always had my back and though I trust all my brothers, Crusher is someone special to me. We had forged a bond in blood. It would stand till the world stopped.
“She’s a hot little piece.” Crusher says, as the prospect puts a glass down in front of him. He grabs my bottle and pours himself a drink. Bastard!
I grunt, finishing off my drink and pouring another one. My mind keeps flashing back to that kiss. That damn fucking kiss and how it felt to have my hands full of that thick ass. I’m still hard thinking about her. I have screwed the pooch with the way I handled things. I wasn’t about to let go till I got my taste though, that was just fact. She’s not anything I ever thought of nailing to be honest. I mean she is sexy as fuck but I never went for the rich bitches. Hell, I never went for any kind really. I nailed the pussy at the club and let it go. My life was too fucked up to think about attaching myself to one woman and I sure as hell wasn’t the type to date. I was thirty-six years old, I have never been on a fucking date, never imagined going on one. I never would. In my life you were lucky to be alive and survive, that’s the way it has always been and appeared to be how life was made for me. Miss Nicole’s fucking shoes probably cost more than my bike. Not that it bothers me. The club makes sure we all have a good fucking life as far as money, but I sure wasn’t into that high brow shit. In fact, it’d be best if I forget the bitch exists. Except when I saw her standing at the gas station barefooted with that luscious round ass barely contained in her cut off jeans and those damned tits looking so juicy, I had to get closer and that hasn’t changed.
When she started driving towards the club? I couldn’t help myself. I had to check her out further. The last thing I expected was the punch that kiss had delivered. I could still taste her on my lips and fuck me, I wanted a deeper taste.
“You gonna push it?” I knew what Crusher was asking. What I didn’t know was the answer.
“Fuck if I know.” I answer honestly.
“Let me know if you don’t.” He says evenly. I look up at him.
“Hey man. She’s damned fine.”
“She’s got trouble written all over her.” I’m not feeling his interest at-fucking-all.
“Yeah but what a trip, some things are worth the trouble man. She caught on fire for you. I’d like to see how deep that fire runs.”
I want to slam my fist in his head. How fucked up is that? Fuck yeah, she had caught on fire. I was the lucky bastard who got to feel it. I was damned glad he hadn’t--- I might have been forced to kill him.
“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company,” Tash asks, coming up behind me and hanging on my back.
She is a club whore and I had used her a few times. She was clean and knew how to ride a man’s cock, which was about the only requirement of club Twinkies. She wasn’t much to look at in the face and her body was too damned boney to suit me---but she was tight. I smile thinking about Nicole, little spit fire didn’t like the idea of being club pussy…I like the sass she showed.
“Nah, Tash why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind girl.” I watch as Crusher’s eyebrow shoots up. He knew what the fuck I was about. I wanted him to tire himself out so he’d quit thinking of Nicole. He laughs and the sound grates on my nerves. Tash walks over and slams her lips down on Crusher’s. Crusher took the kiss and moved his hand up under the barely there mini dress she had on, pushing it so her naked ass was hanging out. Easy access was a must with club whores, most of our men didn’t like waiting for it.
Crusher stands up slapping my shoulder. “She starts work next week at the club man, let me know before then or she’s free game.”
Bastard!