I saw that there was a bathroom right next to the backdoor, and I went in and turned on the faucet. As a precaution, I pulled at this water, having it come midair to me and slither up my arm. I sighed at the familiar cold, hydrating feeling, always enjoying the feel of the water on my skin. I moved my other hand, calling the water to travel over to it, but instead of making an arch of water, I split it apart to make another misty ball, but this time it was much larger.
Once I had an appropriate amount, I sent it flying out of the bathroom and into the main room, hovering around the ceiling to prevent any security cameras inside from being able to detect me. I left the faucet on, knowing it was always a safer bet to have an abundant amount of water than too little, and I walked out to do my shopping.
I immediately found this leather mini skirt with some silver chains that dipped in the front and snagged that in my size. I searched around for a top, not wanting any of the shirts or blouses as that would immediately make me noticed in a bad way. My fingers snagged on some strappy thing as I was furiously pushing the hangers and found the perfect top. It was a leather, biker, spaghetti-strapped crop top that laced all the way up in the front. It would show off my breasts in the best of ways, while also making it hard to get to them.
I plucked some thigh-high high heels that looked divine in suede and almost squealed when I found they were my size. I quickly changed in the middle of the store, strapping and lacing everything up before looking in the mirror. Everything fit me like a glove.
Damn, I looked good.
I looked like a biker's wet dream in all this leather and straps. I felt a chill run along my back, and I realized that I needed one more thing to make this the perfect outfit. I went to the front manikin and pulled off the leather jacket they had paired with a cherry red mini dress. My arms slid into it like butter, and I tugged on the front in excitement. Yep, I think I just unlocked a new fetish for me.
I stuffed my clothes into my duffel, pulled out my wallet, and left three-hundred bucks on the counter. It was a little more than the whole outfit, but it made me feel better about taking the clothes. I quickly turned off the faucet and went to leave. As soon as I was halfway through, I pulled the mist that I had in the room with me. I pulled the mist from the above camera, making it so that I was covered so densely that no one would be able to know who it was that was walking away. As soon as I was outside of the range, I let it go, releasing it out into the air.
I looked down at my phone, seeing that I had around thirty minutes to get to the club. I called up a cab, and as soon as it pulled up, my phone vibrated. I looked down at it as I got in, seeing I got a text from Ken. It was only a set of three numbers and a winky face. I felt a smile creep up my face as I told the driver a different address, one that led to a storage unit. It looked like Ken was watching out for me and gave me my own set of wheels. This might actually be a fun recon mission.
I couldn’t wait to hear the pounding of the wind against my helmet as I was sailing down the road in my new Suzuki Hayabusa. As soon as I rolled up the door to that storage unit, I knew I was in love. It was perfect and would help me blend in even better. I sent Ken a kissy face, and he replied with a devil emoji. I knew right then that this was his way of trying to help me out with this job.
As soon as I got on and put on my helmet, my phone buzzed again. I rolled my eyes at the intrusion before I saw it was a message from Glen, and I focused.
Mission: Recon on the Fanger Bangers leader, Killian. Find out all you can. Who he is meeting with. What they are talking about. Who the new head of the drug trade is. Delete this message as soon as you read.
Another text popped up with a picture of Killian. He was a traditional tall, dark, and handsome guy. Dark chestnut hair, sharp cheekbones, and a devious smile with his fangs on display. A smile that would make all the girls go wild, and yet any woman that knew different would run the other way. Easy to pick out among a crowd.
I quickly deleted the text and went to put my phone in my pocket when I realized I didn’t have any. Damn miniskirts. I shoved it into the left side of my top. I couldn't use the natural pocket since it was all laced up and see-through in the front, but the sides had some coverage. I kicked at the stand, started the engine, and zoomed out of there like a bullet.
I was sailing down the road, bobbing and weaving my way through like a regular speed demon, enjoying the feel of having the wind screaming in my ear, the engine vibrating beneath me, and the only thing in focus was the road in front of me. There was something freeing about not being able to see anything but what was in front of you. Not able to focus on all the variables, and all the problems except for what was in your control.
Feeling my body being propelled forward, slicing through the air like a knife, was addicting. Its own kind of magical peace.
It wasn't long before I parked in the back parking lot of a warehouse-looking building in the middle of the industrial district. The street was all dark corners and dangerous alleyways except for the one arrow sign that was flashing for the club.
I took my helmet off and swung my leg over, my skirt so short that if someone was to the side of me, they would get an eyeful of my red lacy thong. I smoothed down my skirt and fluffed my hair before I walked down the sidewalk. The closer that I got to the building’s entrance, the more I could feel the pounding of the music they were playing inside.
I slipped into my sexy girl persona, the sway of my hips growing exaggerated, standing straight up as I purposely made my boots clack loud on the pavement. Letting anyone and everyone know I was here. To top it all off, I had the normal bad girl sneer on my lips, being a bitch but knowing that I had the looks and fighting chops to back it up.
There was a big, bulky bouncer at the door. Every inch of his skin was tatted, and a sleeveless leather cut on his back, signaling he was with the biker gang that ran this club. The Vesta Vipers. I heard they were a group of snake shifters that claimed to have neutrality between all the gangs on the west coast. Always being the stomping grounds for deals and exchanges to be made because each establishment kept strict rules from the gangs who come in.
When his eyes met mine, he licked his lips as they zeroed in on my top. I winked and smiled at him as I hit the five-foot mark, and he immediately opened the door and waved me in. As I passed him, I heard him smell me, a low hiss came out of his mouth before he said, “Come find me when you're done, baby. I got a long hard ride waiting just for you.”
I kept walking but turned and blew him a kiss, cultivating his attention on the off chance that I needed to use it if shit went sideways. I always liked to have a plan A, B, C, and D. It made it so I was always ready for what happened.
I looked around the room, assessing where everything was. This place was jam-packed with bodies. Half the room was full of men with leather or denim cuts, and the other half was scantily clad women that were hanging off their arms. Circling their dicks like vultures.
There was a large dance floor to the left side with a DJ booth raised up in the corner, the DJ was lost in his own world, and he controlled what was going on down below. I could feel the lust and sweat permeating the air as bodies swayed to the music that pounded out of the jumbo speakers. People grinding so hard you would think they were fucking right here in front of everyone. There were a few questionable couples in the back corners whose faces were so contorted that I had to believe they were fucking right now.
Growls and grunts of different species sailed through the air and wafted over to my ears. Being a siren with royal blood, I was able to hear the vibrations of feelings in the air. If I focused on it hard enough, the notes of unspoken words drifted into my mind. Almost like those words had a powerful energy behind them. It took a lot of focus and concentration to channel the notes and vibrations in order to understand the words underneath the silent song, so I rarely did it.
I pulled my gaze away from the thrumming of people that were calling at me to participate. To let go and feel the rhythm, find a partner or two and see what your bodies could do together. It was alluring, but I had my mission on my mind, so I went in the opposite direction.
I made my way over to the right side of the room with its large old-timey-looking bar. The whole wall behind them was lined with every booze bottle you could imagine. Secluded booths were off on either side that was enclosed with fabric. Only a few women were on this side of the club, most of them either looked like they were purposely trying not to listen, keeping their attention on the dance floor, and others were sitting next to men, nodding and paying attention as if they had a say at the table, but I knew better.
Bikers were not the most progressive of groups and tended to keep a large number of males at the helm, not able to see women as smart, cunning, or of equal value. That was until I had their life in my hands, then they became really respectful to this woman. I laughed to myself, enjoying the times that I have had drug dealers and heinous criminals in my grasp, sucking the life from them as they cried out for help.
I made it through the groups of people talking, listening to see if something of value was being said as I walked by, and leaned up against the bar. There were two bartenders working behind the bar, and as soon as my forearm hit the wood, one of them whooshed over to me, flashing me a fangful smile as he asked me what I wanted. I told him a whisky on the rocks, and he nodded before he zipped to the other end of the bar, making a drink and asking someone else what they wanted.
I felt a male figure behind me, and I forced my natural reflex to evade away as his arms came down and gripped the edge, caging me against the wooden bar. Before I even turned around, I could smell he was a wolf.
He took a big whiff of my hair before breathing on my neck, “I haven’t seen you around here before, Cupcake.”
