Remi suddenly looks interested, and I take the spare helmet off my bike and place it on her head, tapping the top so it slips on. “I do need a place,” she says, her voice muffled from the helmet. I slam the visor closed, shutting her up.
I put on my own helmet and throw my leg over the bike, then I connect our speakers. “Get on behind me,” I tell her.
“I’ve never been on a bike before,” she tells me.
“It’s easy. Just slide on behind me and put your feet on these bars,” I say, pointing them out.
Her hands go to my shoulders, and I close my eyes at the contact. It’s like she’s pulsing electricity right through me and straight to my cock.
Once she’s on, she gives an unsure giggle. “Where do I hold on?”
I could show her the sissy bar, make sure she keeps her distance, but I’m already sliding my hands to her knees, hooking my fingers behind them and tugging her closer. She gasps. I take her hands and pull them around me so she face-plants my back. “This is . . . intimate.”
“Now, hold on,” I mutter, my voice gravelly from the testosterone racing through me.
The bike rumbles to life, and she squeezes me tighter.Fuck.I’ve never wanted to speed so much in my life.Having her cling to me.I shudder.
Remi
I squeeze my eyes closed for the entire ride. I’m not into adrenaline junky shit, and being on the back of Shadow’s bike feels exactly like that.
As he slows to a stop, I release a long breath and risk opening my eyes. We’re outside a small place, and I see the sign flickering in the window.The Zen Den.I’m confused. He didn’t seem keen on having me work here, but I put that down to trust. He doesn’t know me, and he’s being cautious. I’m not stupid. I know what sort of place this is.
I follow him inside, where there’s a woman at the front desk reading a magazine. “Ebony, this is Remi,” Shadow says, and she smiles.
“Hey. Nice to meet you.”
“Alright if I show her around?”
She nods, and we go through a beaded curtain. It’s so cliché that a giggle escapes me, causing Shadow to look back. I shrug. “Well, it’s not exactly discreet.”
“You been in many massage parlours?” he asks, his brows raised.
I shake my head. “No, but this is how I imagined it to be.”
“You ever massaged anyone?” he asks.
I shake my head again. “But I’m a quick learner.”
“That’s all you need, honey,” says Ebony as she leans in the doorway. “To learn quick and fuck fast.”
I laugh, biting my lower lip to hide it. “I can do both.”
“We don’t need anyone here,” says Shadow.
“I don’t know about that,” says Ebony. “I’ve got two girls sick this week. Having a spare wouldn’t hurt.”
“How do I interview for something like this?” I ask. I feel Shadow stiffen and see his hands curl into tight balls of fury. “Do I have sex with someone to get a rating?”
Ebony laughs. “No, honey. We just put you in a room, and if customers come back for you, we know you’re good.”
I grin. “Oh, I reckon I could have them coming back.”
A man bustles down the stairs towards us, his fat, ruddy face red from exertion. He eyes me with interest, and Shadow movesme away from him as he passes. “Book me a slot tomorrow,” he mutters, coughing violently as he stuffs some cash in Ebony’s hand. I wince as he clears his throat, his eyes still occasionally seeking me out. “You new?” he asks.
I’m already shaking my head as Shadow answers, “No, she isn’t.”
“Pity.”
