I must've been speaking a different language. The fuck whined about us, pretended he didn't know this was a 'shakedown.'
He couldn't be that fucking stupid. Of course we weren't here for tea, we were here to bust his ass for info, guns, money, and to flush this viper's nest clean of any poison. I held on tight to his greasy gun and pistol whipped his ugly face so hard his head slammed into the wall.
One. Two. Three.
The third time, I almost busted out his teeth. I realized my cock was hard, and it wasn't just due to the power struggle here.
I was honestly starting to get my hopes up that maybe the girl in the other room wasn't just another piece of half-starved druggie meat.
Maybe she'd look halfway decent. Maybe I'd actually want to fuck her.
What then?
Ricky whined some shit I didn't pay attention to, wiping the blood off his lip. I stuffed his gun into my pants and turned, giving him one last push against the wall as I told him to get the fuck outside and out of my sight.
I'd do this alone, or I'd knock him out cold and pop half the teeth in his mouth like popcorn kernels.
The blows to the face must've knocked some sense into him. He didn't follow when I walked into the chick's dark room and slammed the door behind me.
She huddled in a corner, and I caught a flash of bright blue eyes in the darkness. Awesome blue eyes, the color of hot gas flames ready to ignite the world.
Shit. She was pretty.
No, fuck pretty. Compared to all the other bitches here, maybe even most chicks I'd seen in my life, this girl left them all in the stinking dust.
She had three times the curves on her slender body the other whores had. Her skin looked more pristine with every step I took closer. She looked healthy, sexy. She looked like the first thing in a long time that truly caused my cock to bolt up.
My dick begged me to slam her against the nearest wall. The fucking hair stood up on the back of my neck when I looked at her, imagining those blue eyes rippling like pools while I slammed myself into her, snarling like a devil and filling her cunt with my come.
The young brunette looked scared out of her wits, and she couldn't stop running her eyes up and down my cut, like she already wanted me. Or else she wanted to figure out what the fuck I was doing standing there.
What the hell? She had to have seen a biker bastard like me before. She'd probably taken about a dozen cocks from the Deads, not to mention a few hundred truckers, but damn if she didn't look like a virgin.
My cock hammered like mad in my pants by the time I was close enough to speak. Fire churned hot in my balls, sending pure hellfire into my blood. My brain still wanted me to talk like a sensible man, but everything below the waist decided then and there that I had to fuck this girl.
My boot scraped something on the ground – a scrap of leather and metal. I realized it was a chain, like something for a dog.
Fuck me. What kinda kinky shit did that twisted little shit have her doing?
Her eyes locked onto my name patch. I was about to reach for her sweet, sexy face and take what my cock commanded me to when her plump lips opened, too plush and healthy for any Tennessee whore I'd ever known.
“Skin? Seriously?”
Fuck, maybe she was actually half as innocent as she looked. I smiled, reached up, and pounded my fist on my chest.
“That's what they all call me, babe. Don't wear it out before I fuck you ragged.” My dick throbbed again, harder every time.
I hated fighting the unruly bastard. I seriously wanted to do everything I said, but I didn't come here to fuck whores. I just had to make her believe it.
Her cheeks flushed. Turned honest-to-God red, like some prom girl on a date letting a man see her panties for the first time.
“You got a name? Or at least a sexy nickname from your jackass pimp?”
“Fresh.” She paused. “You know...like fresh meat.”
I threw my head back and laughed. It was cruel, absurd, and downright fucking stupid. That couldn't be the name I'd call her by. Not a fuckin' chance.
I reached for her face, cupped her chin, and squeezed. Leave it to Ricky to give the most beautiful woman I'd seen in this place the stupidest goddamned name on the planet.
“Seriously, what the fuck's going on here?” I gestured to the limp leash with the chain on the floor. “You don't seem as whacked out as all the other girls. I know you get special treatment. The bastard was all nervous before I came in here, begged me not to see you alone. Why does he chain you up if he's so hell-bent on selling your mouth to strangers?”
My eyes fell to her lips. Fuck, they were moneymakers, if I ever saw any. Sweet, glossy and vibrant. Just the kinda lips I liked to imagine wrapped around every inch of me, pulling on my balls, stamping wet kisses up and down my body before I claimed the wet heat between her legs and shook her 'til she screamed.
“Because I'm Ricky's favorite. His prisoner.” The minute she said it, she spun around, refusing to face me.