“And you know what’s worse? He did it as his initiation into the club. He was just a prospect when he did it.”
She sat there for a minute taking in what I’d said. I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she processed what I’d just told her.
I wanted to give it a minute to sink in, so I started in on my breakfast burrito. It was a little cold by now, but still damn good. Tiny’s knew how to make good food.
Lily shook her head. “Yeah, no. I don’t think they do that shit anymore, Ryder. Maybe it was like that back in the day. But Scorpion says…”
“Back in the day? Lily, that was five years ago!” Before I could finish the thought, though, something caught the corner of my eye that distracted me from the conversation. Not something. Someone.
I didn’t as much see her as sense her. The energy shifted in the room as Rocky and this woman came out from the kitchen. I felt her presence fill the room. It was like a fog or a fragrance that came all the way over to our table and wrapped me up in it.
My cock instantly sprang to life, straining to come out of my jeans. My eyes were locked on her like a target through a scope. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was stare at her. She had blonde hair tied back in a braid, was wearing faded blue jeans that hugged an ass that looked like it should be on a bike. Her t-shirt clung to a tiny waist. Then she turned around and I saw her face.
My god. Am I hallucinating?She was the most perfect woman I’d ever seen. What the fuck was she doing here in Tiny’s?
“Hello? Earth to Ryder?” Lily was talking but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the woman.
This was not good. Not good at all.
Six
Paige
“So we keep the sauces right here, and when it’s slow, you fill up the individual cups and put them on a tray that goes here.” Rocky was pointing to a shelf stacked with trays below the counter.
My first day was going pretty well. The woman who’d hired me, Tiny’s wife, wasn’t here today so they were having another waitress, Rocky, show me what to do. I’d mentioned that I had never waitressed before, but I didn’t think it sunk in. She was going really fast.
Rocky was one of those women who tried too hard to look tough. Her hair was dyed overly black and she had a nose piercing. Not the pretty stud on the side like some of the girls in Verde Hills have, but a septum piercing that made her nose look like a bull’s. Her full lips were outlined in bright red lipstick and she tried to do that winged eyeliner thing, but she wasn’t very good at it yet.
We had to wear t-shirts that said Tiny’s on them, and it was a bit ironic that her giant breasts jutted out so far that you could barely read the word “Tiny.”
I wasn’t here to give her a makeover, though. I was here to earn enough money to get out of the shitty apartment I found myself in and hold me over until I could get a real job.
But the social justice part of me felt bad for Rocky. She looked like she’d had a rough life.
“How’s it going, Paige?” The other waitress that was here today, Julie, came up behind us and grabbed a couple of the sauces. “Rocky showing you everything okay?”
“Yeah, thanks, Julie. I think I’m getting it.” I wasn’t sure of that at all, but I didn’t want her to know that. I needed this job.
“Good to know. Let me know if you need anything.” She said this as she walked over to the heat lamp to grab a couple of plates that were ready.
Just then, the window began to rattle and for a second I wondered if we were having an earthquake.
Rocky pulled a tube of lipstick out of her jeans and slathered even more of the red stuff on her lips, pushed up her already pushed up breasts and said, “Come on, Paige. The boys are here.”
“The boys?” I asked?
“Yeah. Bikers. This place is a biker hangout. There’s a bar across the street where the members of Outlaw Souls have their meetings and stuff. They come here to eat and then go there to get shitfaced.”
I was looking out the big window that overlooked the dirt lot and saw five or six guys on motorcycles pulling in.
“Are they trouble?” I asked.
She laughed a raspy laugh that told me she either smoked, or used to. “You can say that, honey. But not the kind of trouble you mean. They’re harmless. Just let ‘em grab your ass or brush your tits and you’ll get a nice tip.”
Uhhh I would most definitely not be doing that, thank you.
Before I could respond, the doors whooshed open and several large, leather-clad men darkened the doorway. “Come on, Chalupa. Get away from the fuckin’ claw machine. You have enough of those goddamn things. I’m hungry.”
