The blonde slides off my lap, balancing on her stilettos, and they both grab my hands. “Yeah,” the blonde gushes. “We’ve got a party fit for a King.” She smiles at her use of words, and I go along with it.
“What the hell?” I let them pull me out of the booth, then lead me to the back of the room.
The bouncer sees us coming and immediately taps his key card against the lock, causing the door to spring open. The women enter with a flourish, flipping on the driving, heated music. Some song I never heard with a pulsing beat. Music to fuck by.
The redhead makes a beeline for the bar and instinctively brings back a bottle of Jack and three glasses. She fills each glass, and the women shoot them immediately. Maybe shaking their tits and ass isn’t as wonderful as they let on.
I sip at mine, and unlike the day I got out of lock-up, I’m not sure how I want these women, or even if I do want them.
The redhead flounces down beside me, her practiced hands already opening the tab and zipper of my jeans while the blonde anchors her knees on either side of my thighs. She reaches behind her, unhooks the skimpy lace bra, flinging it to the floor. Then she leans in until her enormous nipples are only inches from my lips.
“Go ahead, I know you want a taste.” She cups the undersides, offering them up like the sweetest fruit.
The redhead sneaks her hand into my jeans, then squeals, “I fuckin’ love a man who goes commando.”
Did she have to say that?
“I love me some bad boy.” The blonde shakes her tits harder, but all I can see are her eyes, rimmed and caked with black mascara.
Sammie hardly wears any makeup. She doesn’t need it.
“Yeah, we just love to get with you bikers. You always have the biggest dicks.” When she realizes her tits ain’t doin’ it for me, she shimmies between my legs and licks her freakishly plump lips.
The redhead pulls out my dick, strokes it, then offers it to her friend.
“Yeah, me and Crystal love working together, right, hun?”
“Yup, that’s right,” Crystal agrees, then lowers her head to my half-hard cock. “Just last week, we had these two guys in here, and we showed them a real good time.”
“Crystal and me took turns sucking on the one guy’s dick while the other guy fucked us from behind. Shit, he gave it to us good. Blew his load all over my ass.”
I swallow hard. I guess they thought this info would get me goin’, and maybe three weeks ago it would’ve, but now?—
“Yeah, and they were bikers too. Went by the names of Bullet and Viper.”
My hand tightens around the blonde’s wrist.
“Ouch!” She pulls her wrist out of my rasp. “Shit, I don’t mind it a little rough, but that hurt.”
“Crazy cool names, right?” The redhead grins up at me.
I stand so fast, the redhead falls on her ass, surprise flashing across her face. I drop the whiskey glass, and it shatters across the floor.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the redhead yells from the floor.
The music thumps in the background as I zip up and head for the door. Just the thought of their mouths being on Viper turns my stomach.
“What are you, fuckin’ crazy?” the blonde adds.
I glare down at them. “Tomorrow, start looking for another job.” I point to the track marks lining their arms. “We don’t employ junkies.”
“Fuck you,” they both scream in unison.
I barge through the door, startling the bouncer. I jerk my thumb into the room. “Get the two of them outta here now, and don’t let them back in.”
“Right, Boss.” Obviously he heard the news of the takeover too.
I charge to the booth with the Kings, and Ace looks up from a stripper’s neck. Already on point. Already knowing my mood.
