*
Back at the club, I’m on edge. I had a shower and grabbed some chow, but I have this restless energy. The memories of Mel are threatening to come out to play and I can’t handle that shit. I enter the main room looking for two things, a bottle and pussy. Maybe I can get drunk and fuck myself into oblivion.
The Twinkies are out playing, but none of them grab a hold of my cock like the brunette did. Junior just lays there. I see Dragon at the bar and decide to join him instead. I know what’s on his mind, so I decide to add a little fuel to the fire. I’m a bastard most days, what can I say?
“She’s a hot little piece,” I say as a prospect puts a glass down in front of me and I grab Dragon’s bottle and pour myself a drink.
He doesn’t respond, unless you count grunting at me.
“You gonna push it?”
“Fuck if I know.” Dragon answers, and it’s almost enough to make me stop. He’s apparently more than mildly interested in the blonde. I should back away and let it go, because honestly my interest is not there. Then I look around the club and realize it’s not there for the free pussy either. Fire. I need fire—something to keep the memories at bay. I don’t know why the memories are so bad lately, but I need them to stop.
“Let me know if you don’t,” I tell him, only half meaning it. He gives me a look that would make a lesser man quake. “Hey, she’s damned fine.”
“She’s got trouble written all over her,” Dragon replies.
“Yeah, but what a trip. Some things are worth the trouble man,” I answer, but it’s an image of the brunette that flashes in my mind.
We talk for a few more minutes when I notice Tash walking towards us. She’s trouble. She has her sights set on Dragon and becoming his main bitch. I don’t see it happening. I hope like fuck it doesn’t happen. She’s weak and I don’t trust her. She could spell nothing but trouble for my brother.
“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company?”
“Nah, Tash, why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind, girl,” Dragon replies.
I cock my eyebrow up and laugh before I can stop myself. I know Dragon’s game. If he thinks a cold piece of snatch like Tash will derail me, he’s a stupid motherfucker. Tash walks over to me and slams her lips down on mine. Her tongue pushes in my mouth like a cobra getting ready to devour a baby rabbit. Her breath is thick with smoke and alcohol and it feels wrong. Still, I take her kiss and move my hand under the barely there mini dress she’s wearing. The skin on her naked ass feels leathery in places. She keeps her ass in the tanning bed too much. The club keeps one for the girls to use, but if this is what it does, Dragon should take that shit out.
I stand up and slap my brother on his shoulder.
“She starts work next week at the club man, let me know before then or she’s free game.”
Dragon growls again. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get my shot at the blonde. It’s just as well, I’m not positive I want it anyway. I motion at one of the new girls, who isn’t quite a Twinkie yet. She’s more of a hanger-on. She doesn’t really appeal to me, except for two things. One, she’s a brunette with long hair that waves and curls on the edges. Two, she has big, doe eyes. It’s no coincidence that I’m picking her because she reminds me of the girl from the gas station, but I don’t really care. There’s also the added bonus that by using her and Tash, I might be able to get through the night without memories of Mel.
She slides up beside me and I ignore Tash’s grunt of disapproval. Bitch is fronting. She fucking loves to eat pussy and I’d much rather she do that shit instead of kissing me again.
“Want some company, Bro?” Freak asks, as we round the corner to the hall which leads to the private rooms. He and I tag team sometimes, so it’s cool, but his ass is sticking his dick in Tash, I don’t want to go there tonight—most nights really.
We make it into my room and I immediately grab the brunette by the hair and pull her to me. Tash takes the hint and goes to Freak and begins undressing him.
“Bambi…” I mumble, giving her a nickname, as she pulls my shirt up over my chest. I help her take it the rest of the way off and she looks up at me with a grin.
“I like that,” she answers and her voice is wrong, so I decide to give her something to do with that mouth of hers instead.
“I feel like making sure these girls ride the train tonight brother, what about you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Freak answers, already naked.
He goes to the opposite end of the bed as me and yanks out a box of condoms from my night stand drawer. He tosses them over to me, but I don’t bother with them, I won’t need them right now.