Nefarious MC #1 - Nobody's Ol Lady (3 page)

Black Dog grinned, “Got any of those Catholic girl uniforms? Think you could dance?”

Willie thought about it and walked into her bedroom, Back Dog was right behind her. She opened her closet and found one of the skirts she used to wear and a blouse from her school days at Saint Rose’s High School. “You mean this?” She held out the hangers and he nodded. “I suppose they still fit and of course I can dance, can you?”

“I don’t mean us dancing Babe, I mean you dancing for money,” Black Dog was enjoying the look on Willie’s face. “Better put on some fancy underwear and toss on some jeans. You got boots?” He began to root through the closet coming up with the clothes he thought Willie should wear. In the back of the closet, he found a pair of never worn high-heeled, knee high, black leather boots, which he grabbed out of the shoebox. “These will work just fine; now let’s see your underwear drawer.”

“Black Dog, I don’t think you should be going through my private drawers and do you have a real name?” Willie was beginning to think maybe Roberta had been correct in thinking the bikers were a bunch of perverts and criminals. Then he smiled at her and she melted inside and showed him her underwear drawer.

“Ah, candy apple red! My favorite color; Roxanne has swirls of it, did you notice her tanks? I love black and red together, so wear these red lacy things, and do whatever girly shit ya gotta do. There’s a party I wanna take you to.” He winked at her and Willie took the bra and panties in her hand and walked toward the bathroom.

“Oh hell, just change in front of me; I won’t bite you, yet. You paint nudes so it isn’t like you’re shy, are you? I don’t have time to be wasting on shy, awkward chicks.” Black Dog folded his arms across his chest and looked at Willie as if to demand she get naked. “Either you wanna be with me and party or you don’t, make up your mind.” His boot began tapping on the wood floor as he waited for her to reply.

Willie slowly began to pull her shirt off and as she heard his tapping boot, she moved faster until she was in her pink bra and panties. She shivered as his green eyes roamed up and down her body. “I want to party with you, I’m a bit shy but I can get over that. What’s your real name, your parent’s didn’t name you Black Dog, I hope.”

“None of your fucking business, all you need to know is Black Dog, and don’t ask questions. You may not like the answers. Good girls don’t hang out with bikers. Are you a good girl, Willie? Or are you a bad girl who wants to get dirty?” He licked at the corner of his lip. “I think you want to be a very bad girl, don’t you? And be with the big bad biker. Maybe piss your parents and sister off while you have some fun?”

Willie looked at him before giving him a slight nod. She slipped the straps of her bra down her arms and turned to let him unsnap the back. As his fingers touched her skin, Willie trembled. He was an expert at unhooking her bra though; Black Dog used only one hand. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe, his breath was hot in her ear. Very slowly, he turned her to face him. He looked straight into her eyes.

“Willie, I dig ya, Babe, but I’m a rambling man, no angel here, I aint gonna be your boyfriend, understand? This is just a weekend for us, nothing more.” His voice was gritty and he never took his eyes off of hers.

“I didn’t ask you for more than a ride, BD, I can handle your weekend. But do you think one day I could paint you? Like a souvenir; if you’re really that good and worth my time.” Willie was blunt and no angel herself at the moment.

“BD, huh, you shortened my name? I like it but only you get to call me that in private. Your weekend will be one you’re never gonna forget. Yeah, you can paint me, I like being naked. Get that ass in gear, we’ve got to see about you dancing and there is a party in the back room of Dirty Deeds, ever hear of it?”

Willie took a deep breath, yes she knew of the notorious bar that the president of the Nefarious MC owned. Roberta had gone out there with friends and bragged about how hot the owner was but he had shot her down and his girlfriend was a dancer who had made Roberta very uncomfortable. Willie leaned in and whispered “One kiss BD, before I get dressed, please?” Black Dog pulled her closer and his lips brushed hers as she exhaled. His tongue was touching hers and her tongue darted out to meet his. He kissed her deeply and she was quite enjoying it until he slapped her ass.

“Red undies, Babe, jeans and that red tank top, better bring a jacket for tonight; it might get chilly later on and wear those boots.” He grinned at her and looked so sexy that Willie found she was obeying his commands without even thinking.

Black Dog admired Willie’s tits and ass as she removed her underwear, too bad they had no time to fuck now but he was in a hurry. Shopping for Mad Jack’s niece was not something he’d planned on but he walked away with the best present in the store, Willie. She began to dress and he walked around the apartment.  In the kitchen on the fridge was a list of things Willie planned to do over the summer. He read and began to laugh to himself.

1)              Meet a sexy man

2)              Stick up for myself with Roberta

3)              Do something wild and exciting

4)              Go out to a place I’ve never been

5)              Get a tattoo

Well, well little Miss prim and proper Willie was going to get her list all taken care of this weekend and by him. She already had told Roberta off and met him; he was sexy and knew it. He’d pose for her and make sure she got her tattoo. Too bad he wasn’t looking for an ol lady, Willie would make a fine one and she even worked a real job. One of his brothers might take her though. All of a sudden, he wasn’t sure if he’d like seeing her with another man. He pushed that thought right out of his head. He was not ready to have an ol lady, not for a long time.

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illie zipped up her jeans and sat on the bed, to get her boots on. Whatever was she getting herself into, she wondered. She was a teacher and supposed to set an example for the girls of Saint Rose’s; a biker was not setting a very good example.  Nor had been snorting that little bit of coke. It was summer still for a few more weeks and she was so bored. She had boyfriends before; she was twenty-four years old. It was time for her to have some fun and she wanted to screw Black Dog. She hadn’t had a whole lot of sex in her life lately but she did enjoy it and Black Dog certainly turned her on. She gathered up her long soft curls and pulled them into a ponytail. Her hair was going to be very tangled from being on the motorcycle. She sighed softly and Black Dog came into the room.

“You need some makeup, hot colored lipstick and that crap you put on your eyelashes. You’re really pretty but you need to spice it up a bit. Why are you sighing?” Black Dog was curious.

“My hair is going to be ever so tangled. It is so long and I can’t really braid it.”

Black Dog grabbed more hair ties from the dresser and moved behind her. The heat from his body was making her want to lean back into him.

“I can fix that, I’ll add more hair ties, I do that with my hair, hell I might need a few of yours.”

Willie was silent as he gently added more hair ties up and down her ponytail and when he was done, she went into the bathroom to put on makeup.

Black Dog was admiring her Catholic girl skirt and white blouse, later she’d be wearing them for him. So he made sure they were hung over the chair next to the bed.

“You might want to go a bit heavier than you usually do Babe, it will make you look better on the stage. More tips that way,” he called to her. He knew she’d do as he asked; Willie needed a man to boss her around. She was a natural submissive and he doubted she even had a clue.

Oh yeah, this was gonna be a great weekend.

He lay on the bed thinking of songs he wanted her to dance to. “Bang a Gong” by T. Rex popped into his mind, which would be the first one she would dance to.

He closed his eyes while thinking.

Mott the Hoople’s “Drivin Sister” was another to add to his list.

Next to the bed, he saw a note pad and pen; he began to list the songs down. Fleetwood Mac’s “Gold Dust Woman” were added, “Rhiannon” too, along with The Eagles’ “Witchy Woman,” “Peaceful Easy Feeling,” and “Take it Easy.”

He drummed the pen against the note pad thinking.

BTO’s “Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet,” Paper Lace’s “Black Eyed Boys,” “Fox on the Run” by Sweet also made his list. A few more just to start Willie out and she’d be able to pick her own songs.

Darko, his president, kept a damn good selection of music on the jukebox for the go-go dancers.

He added the Allman Brother’s “Rambling Man,” a favorite of his, and he needed three more songs. The Rolling Stone’s, “Brown Sugar,” “Can’t Get No Satisfaction,” and “Under My Thumb” completed the list.

He folded the paper and slipped it into the wallet he kept on a chain on his belt.

Black Dog shut his eyes, a smile on his face.

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illie stood in the bedroom doorway looking at Black Dog lying on her bed, his boots were crossed, and he was actually smiling. She wondered if he was napping and tried to walk into the room quietly but the heel on her boot caught the throw rug and she landed on top of him on the bed. Black Dog opened his eyes to find Willie sprawled on top of him. She looked all embarrassed and sexy as hell.

“No time for this Willie, let’s get on the road.” He took a good look at her made up face. Holy shit, was this the same girl? He watched her as she got up and carefully walked on her high-heeled boots. She’d learn or be taking some falls he figured, no wonder they were hidden in the back of the closet. Her hips swayed gracefully as she moved. “Did you ever take dancing lessons, Babe?”

“Of course, years of ballet and I hated every bit of it but I can lift my leg straight up and I was a cheerleader too. My mother wanted perfect daughters, I had to live up to whatever Roberta, and Theodora did. I ride horses though and I am an artist, neither of which Roberta can do.” Willie sounded proud of herself and a bit snarky about Roberta.

Black Dog wondered if she had a cheerleader outfit in her closet too. What a fucking pervert he was. “That will work well when you’re dancing, lift your leg up as far as you can and do some spins and a spilt or two, the men will love it. You’ll be making enough money for your paints and for whatever else you need. Now lock up and let’s go.”