She swept her hair to the side, posed her legs at an angle, and smiled huge at me, her cheeks puffing with the action, like she was on the runway at a beauty contest.
Was she waiting for me to pass judgment and give her a score? Yay or nay to get between my legs?
Her shoulders dropped. “You’re Boner, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, good. Can I get you another drink, Boner?”
“Just got one.”
Her lips tipped up. “Something to eat maybe?”
“Nah.”
She leaned into me, her hands against the bar. “I auditioned today at the Tingle. I’ve never danced professionally before, but I’ve been taking classes. And I just got these.” She arched her back and thrust out her full hard tits.
Sure, suck my cock, and I’ll get you a job.
What else do you need from me? What else can I get out of this deal?
Because it was a deal, a bargain, an enterprise, a game. A game that gave me what I wanted in return for some spare change. A game I never minded.
Button pushed.
I minded today.
“How old are you, Shelley Anne?”
“I just turned twenty.”
I’d figured as much. No desire to touch her flared over me. No desire to flirt or toss a few ridiculous dirty jokes came over me.
She grinned at me, and in that grin, I saw what I was to girls like her. So many girls.
“Sexy on a stick.”
“Bone me, Boner.”
“Is that boner for me?”
“Have I got a lady boner for you, baby.”
“I can make that boner better.”
“You got any pot? Your pot is famous all over the Wild West. Just like your cock.”
“I love the way your bike roars. You can put your metal between my legs anytime.”
“You met Shelley Anne, babe?” Mindy, her brown hair curled into long coils, plenty of makeup glittering on her face, flashed me a tight grin. Expectant, almost daring.
I leveled my gaze at her. “Says you sent her over.”
“I did.” Mindy planted a long kiss with a hint of tongue on my lips, her eyes on mine, a hand lingering on my chest. “I thought you’d like to meet her. She and I have been spending some time together, and we wanted to hang out with you tonight. Make it a memorable night.” Mindy’s heavily made up eyes seemed to dance in the lights shining down on us.
Shelley Anne giggled.
Fuck no.
Grace’s laugh rang out, and my body snapped at that sound. That was real, that was…
I drained my beer in one long swallow, clapped it on the bar, and charged in that direction.
“Hey! Wait up!” Shelley Anne’s voice piped up from behind me.
Grace and Lock were kissing hard. Lenore stood with them. Today, Lenore’s hair was pink and the bottom half dyed a sea blue that matched her huge eyes. The woman was covered in ink and constantly changing her hair color. Something was up with that. She scanned the crowd, her posture rigid.
“Lenore.”
Her eyes landed on me, and she visibly relaxed. “Hey, Boner. How are you?”
“I’m good. You seen Jill? Is she here?”
“No, I haven’t seen her.”
“Jill’s home, watching a movie with Rae,” said Grace, Lock holding her from behind.
Lock whispered something in her ear, and they both laughed.
“I don’t need to watch that movie when I have you,” she said to him.
A hand shoved itself in my back pocket, and I jerked to the side.
Shelley Anne.
“Found you,” she said on an eager giggle.
Lenore grinned and winked at me, and I untucked Shelley Anne’s hand from my pocket.
“You gonna show me your bike?” she asked, her voice high.
“No. And, sweetheart, I don’t hire dancers for the Tingle. All the best to you.”
“Oh. Okay. But, um, don’t you want to hang out or something?”
“No.”
“But Mindy said—”
I strode back inside the clubhouse, got behind the bar in the lounge, and poured myself a whiskey.
Mindy leaned over the bar. “Something wrong?”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Thought you’d enjoy mixing it up a little. She’s game for anything. Trust me, not to be missed.”
“I’ll miss.” I knocked back my drink.
“Seriously?” She let out a hard laugh. “Well, something sure has you in a mood. What could that be?”
“What’s he doing?” a woman’s voice shrieked in the distance.
Hollering rumbled from outside. A chaos of voices and bikes clamored though the dark courtyard. One man yelled above the others.
I tracked down the hall and out into the courtyard.
“Where the fuck is he?” bellowed that male voice.
My instincts caught fire, and I looked over the sea of heads. A circle had been formed around a tall guy with dark hair. A guy pulling on something.
“Don’t do this! Let me go, asshole!” a woman’s voice rang out.
My heart stopped. My blood rushed through every vein.
“Shut off the music!” I barked out.
The music cut off.
“Oh my God!” Grace’s voice. Full of pain, shock.
A razor scraped up my neck and around my throat.
“It’s a fucking Flame, man!” Tricky shouted from where he stood on top of an old wooden table. “It’s Catch.”