They found a small table near the dance floor.
Abriana saw several men and women wrapped around each other. This was part of her fantasy. To have a husband that would take her on dates to bars like this. Who wasn’t afraid to hug her all night long if he wanted to.
“You got that dreamy look in your eye. Don’t be fooled. Half of these people are not couples and are stepping out on their wives or husbands.”
“They are not?”
Raven laughed. “They totally are.”
“Prove it.”
“Okay.”
Raven looked into the crowd. “There. The guy with the hat. His hands are on her ass.”
“So?”
“He’s got a wedding band on. Check out the woman’s hands. No ring. Cheating bastard.”
Abriana looked closely, and sure enough, there was no ring.
“Fuck off, dickface.”
She turned to Raven and saw two men were at their table.
“She speak for you as well, sweetheart?” the man asked.
“Yes,” she said, looking to Raven.
“See, your dicks are not wanted today. Get the fuck out of our faces.” The two slinked off, and Raven shook her head. “Men, they really need to know we don’t think they’re fucking gifts.”
“You don’t want anyone?”
“I’m a Hell’s Bastard, Abriana. Any guy who wants me either has to be part of the club or accept I am. Club always comes first.”
It was no different than the family back home. Whenever Garofalo called, they all went running. They were loyal to the outfit, not to anyone else.
She sipped at the beer, not really liking the taste but also not wanting Raven to be upset because of it.
Raven finished her beer. “I want to dance.”
Abriana was jerked to her feet and onto the dance floor with Raven. She didn’t have time to pull away as the number changed to something upbeat.
“Now we’re talking.” Raven let out a whoop, threw her arms in the air, and began to thrust her hips from side to side in some kind of sexy number. “Dance, Abriana.”
“I can’t dance.”
“It’s really easy. Let the music show you.” Raven grabbed her hips. “Stop being so tense. We’re here to have fun. You’ve got to be willing to relax. Only then will you let it happen.” Raven moved behind her with her hands still on her hips. “You really are way too tense. Calm down. Close your eyes, and if it makes you feel better, imagine I’m your dream man at your back. That’s it. Relax. Now, we’re going to take it slow.”
Following Raven’s lead, she swung her hips from side to side. At first, she was way too tense even as she tried to relax. Nothing worked. She was in a bar, with men, drinking beer, and that was so not allowed in her world.
Raven didn’t give up.
It took four songs, another beer, which she only took a couple of sips from, for her to finally relax.
With that, she let go.
Her body felt good, the buzz from the alcohol helping her to finally dance with freedom.
She even laughed and giggled, and Raven didn’t even have to guide her. She let the music and happiness guide her.
Chapter Seven
“Oh, yeah, fuck my pussy. I need it. Please, Kinky, give it to me.”
Ugly Beast made his shot and sank another black ball into the net. It had been a day of listening and watching women take cock like a pro. Only, he had also seen the reality, and watching a woman lube up because she wasn’t aroused, or having to take a break because the pounding was hurting her pussy, and yeah, he wasn’t in the mood to be hearing women fake it.
He glanced over at Kinky and one of his women, but he didn’t know if the girl really wanted to be used over the bar table, or if it was just wanting to have Kinky on her list of men she wanted to fuck.
Either way, he was bored.
“Bill told me you finally got those bitches to work,” Smokey said, playing his shot.
“I pulled my gun on them. Told them to either fuck, get out, or die. We don’t have time for bitch drama.”
Smokey laughed. “You see, this is why you’re good to have around. You don’t have the patience to hear out all their bitchy complaints.”
“It’s one of the many reasons you keep me around, I know.”
Smokey laughed. “How’s the wife?”
“Don’t know.”
“You’ve not seen her?”
“Had no reason to.” He shrugged. “Raven’s probably there.”
“You think we going to have a problem with her?”
“Only if she doesn’t keep her mouth shut. We don’t want Abriana aware of what we’re doing. You heard anything from our informants or from Garofalo and Vigo?”
“Nothing. What I have heard is there is a possible meet up with another MC.”
“Anyone we know?” Ugly Beast asked, taking his shot.
“Not that I know of. No one knows who the MC is, only that a meet is in place. When I get the details of the when, we can find out the why.”