“Slade has information,” King said into the phone as I revved up the engine.
“Information on what?” I asked.
“The Black Skulls. He wants us to meet him,” King replied and I could hear him starting his own engine.
“Where is he?”
“He’s playing poker at The Pussycats,” King told me and I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. Where else would he be?
“I’ll see you there in fifteen,” I said and cut the call.
The Pussycats was a lounge downtown, and less of a lounge and more of a strip club. For some reason, after I’d just had Ava; I wasn’t interested in looking at other naked bodies.
I clenched my jaw as I put my helmet back on and zoomed out of the bar’s parking lot. This was new to me. Since when did I not want to go to a strip club because I’d just fingered another chick? What had Ava done to me?
I felt the wind lash against my face as I rode my bike, gripping the gears too tightly with my hands.
I’d just broken one of Dad’s rules. A rule that had been religiously followed by every member of the MC. Technically, I hadn’t slept with her, I’d only made her come and it was the sweetest thing I’d seen. Her body shook when she came and I could still get a whiff of her lingering smell on my fingers. Musky and strong, surprising for a girl who was so deliciously sweet. I wished I could lick that pussy, have it in my mouth, feel her come crashing down on my tongue.
But every time I thought of Ava, I thought about how I’d gone against the MC. I’d nearly slept with an employee when I wasn’t supposed to. I was going to take over as President of the MC eventually, and I couldn’t be the one breaking the rules my father had set.
One thing I knew was that I wanted more. What had just happened wasn’t enough, and if it happened again, there would be consequences. Dad would not let it slide just because I was his son. Rules were rules for every member of the club.
The streets wound around and I rode my bike with fury. I wanted to get rid of that sticky feeling of having Ava’s mouth in mine, my fingers in her. I had a job to do. I had other things to concentrate on. Fantasizing about Ava’s pussy was the least of my concerns. I should have been satisfied, but I wasn’t.
This was some fucked up shit.
Chapter 9
Commando
King and I walked into The Pussycats and immediately, the smoke surrounded us in a haze. The music wasn’t too loud but it thumped and the floor was shaking underneath my feet. King and I looked around for Slade as we walked past the stages that were set up all around the lounge. Shiny poles and naked women with fake tits draped around them.
They moved their bodies expertly, their hips gyrating and their tits bouncing as they slid and danced to the music. They were good at what they did. I knew it from first hand experience of banging most of these girls. They got around a lot but their pussies were still tight and they knew exactly how to move their hips.
The place was dark and lit with only fluorescent pink and purple lights. We hadn’t found Slade yet but we were sure he would be there somewhere. We passed couches and booths where men were sprawled, some in groups with these bitches all over them. If you came loaded with a wad of cash, you could get these girls to do practically anything you wanted.
On any other night, I would have admired the bubble butts and the puffy nipples and tiny waists, tonight though, all I could think about was the way Ava had quivered when I first touched her pussy. How she had reluctantly allowed my tongue to slide down her throat. How sweet she tasted and how my fingers still smelt of her.
“There he is,” King snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw Slade now, sitting on an oversized purple couch with a nearly naked girl on his lap. He beamed and cheered when he saw us walking towards him, and took a long drag of his joint. The smell got stronger when we got closer to him, and from the glazed over look in his eyes; I could tell that he had been smoking up for a while. Slade was high.
“My brothers are here!” Slade threw his arms open and offered the joint to King and me, and we both declined. We were trying to get a job done, which meant that we needed to stay sober. At least for most part.
The girl slithered over Slade, sticking her ass up in the air with her sequined pink thong digging in the crack of her ass. Her enormous fake tits hung over Slade’s face as he looked at us. His hand slid up and down her bare back while she moved to the trance-tune in the background. She had glitter allover her skin, silver and gold, to match the makeup that was lathered over her face. She turned her head sideways and I saw the look of invitation in her eyes.
I would have snatched her from Slade. On any other night, it would have been my face she was hanging her tits over, my hands sticking bills into her thong, but I felt nothing tonight. She was doing nothing for me. Which sucked. Ava had done something to me that I couldn’t explain.
“What’s going on?” I asked Slade, focusing on him again and ignoring his overtly happy greetings. He was just high and I had no patience for him. I just wanted to get the information from him and get out of this place.
“I just won at poker, brother,” he said and held up a hand holding a few hundred dollar bills.
“Congratulations,” King said in a grim impatient voice, while Slade took another drag of the weed, coughing slightly when he let the smoke out of his lungs. The girl leaned in and licked the side of his face, as though to comfort him.
“Who were you playing?” I asked him, aware that we’d have to dig the information out of him now. He was in no mood to work.
“With two guys from The Chaos Hunters,” Slade said and King and I exchanged looks. They weren’t exactly a rival gang, but they associated with The Black Skulls.
“Those motherfuckers are recruiting, The Black Skulls I mean,” Slade said, suddenly growing serious, and the girl on his lap reached for his crotch. I leaned over, grabbed the girl by her waist and pulled her off Slade. She stumbled off, squealing and then giggling as she walked away from us.