Reaper Unleashed (4 page)

“You can put him in the playpen while we talk. I set it up when you said you’d be over in ten minutes. Do you want a soda? I can grab one for you,” he said, moving towards the kitchenette. 

“No thanks,” Sarah said, placing Josh into the playpen. Josh grabbed a car and began playing with it.

“Okay.” He went to the table that Sarah had sat down at that was beside the window across the room from the kitchenette. “So, you know about my oddities. That’s good. Most people don’t react well to that when they find out. I guess I should tell you that I work till four every afternoon and I can’t keep him over night. I can however offer you a low rate. I could even watch him at your place since you live next door. I charge ten credits a week,” Derik said while making faces at a laughing Josh.

Sarah watched the man with his dark brown hair to his shoulders and his thick mascara making faces at her son. She didn’t know what to do about this but she needed someone to keep Josh tonight. She didn’t really have any other options. She closed her eyes and prayed that she wasn’t making another mistake hiring this man to watch him.

“Can you start tonight?” Sarah asked.

“Sure. Do you want me to do it here or at your place?”

“At my place I think. That way I don’t have to drag his stuff over here and if he’s asleep when I get off we don’t have to wake him,” Sarah said, knowing that it was more that she was comfortable with Josh being in their room.

“I work from five to nine so I won’t be back till around nine thirty.”

“Sure, I’ll be over at four thirty then. I don’t work today, but I do tomorrow. If you need me to keep him then, I can come over as soon as I get off,” Derik told her.

She nodded. “Yes, tomorrow’s my last day this week, but I work different days each week. Is that going to be an issue?”

“No, I work that way too but I am always off by four so it should be fine unless you have a day shift. Then you’d have to find someone else because I can’t miss work.”

“I understand. I guess we’ll see you in a few hours then,” Sarah said, gathering Josh, who protested giving up the toy car. Derik told her it was fine if he kept it. She nodded then headed back to her room, feeling a bit less stressed after the meeting with Derik. She was still somewhat worried about him keeping Josh but hopefully he was better than Marta.

Reaper glared at Bull. He was standing in the doorway of his office with a sullen expression as he related the news that Trina had quit and the club was now short a waitress.

“Why the fuck did she quit?” he demanded.

“Um, I think it was because of Hooper,” Bull told him.

“He’s fucking dead. Why would that make her quit?” he growled, pissed off.

“I think that’s why,” Bull said grimacing.

“What’s why?” Reaper asked, not understanding what the hell he was telling him.

“She’s mad that I killed him.”

“Why the fuck would she be mad about that? He was fucking beating her,” Reaper demanded, not understanding why the fuck that would make her quit.

“Well, boss, she thought she was in love with him. Me killing him has made her mad so she quit.”

“That’s ridiculous. He was beating her. Why the fuck would she want him to live?” Reaper couldn’t figure out women’s thinking sometimes. They could be completely irrational. A man shouldn’t hit a woman and if he did, you put him down like a rabid dog; it was that simple.

“I don’t know, boss. I just know she quit and Casey and the girls are bitchin’ cause they have to fill in for her.” Bull looked as if he was about to jump out of his skin. Of course that was likely his fault. He’d been threatening to shoot Bull quite often recently.

“Fine. Put out flyers around town to see if we can get a new one. And this time hopefully we’ll get the normal ones and not the crazies,” Reaper growled, waving the other man out of his office.

He hated interviewing women for the waitress jobs. Half the time they were ugly bitches that looked like they were old enough to be his mother, Juice junkies, or hookers who’d been rode hard and put up wet.

“Sure thing, boss.” Bull left and Reaper leaned back in his chair, his hand going behind his head. He really needed to get his head on right. Ever since he’d heard about Burner he’d been worried. He had met Burner when he was seventeen and already a prospect. Reaper had taken the twelve-year-old under his wing and began teaching him to survive in his world.

Reaper knew first hand what it was like to be alone in the world. His mother had been a hooker and she’d left him and his brother Max on the streets when Reaper was eight. Max had always been sickly and she’d gotten tired of dealing with him. She’d told Reaper to leave Max in an alley one night because he was sick again and he’d refused. Max was only six and would have died in the elements, and even at eight he’d been unwilling to leave his brother to die. His mother had left them both in the alley instead.

Fuck, it had been a while since he’d thought of his fucked up family. Max had made it to seven years old before he’d succumbed to a lung infection. Reaper hadn’t been able to afford the medication he’d needed. Reaper came up with a plan to steal it only his brother had died before he’d managed to get it. He promised himself two things then and there: he would never be called by the name his mother had given him again, and he would allow no one to get close enough to destroy his heart again like Max’s death had.

He had let Burner get too close and that was fucking with his head. Sighing, he stood, ignoring the paperwork that littered his desk, and headed to the door. He needed to get out of here for a bit and ride. His thoughts tonight were too heavy. Walking down the hall he passed the private lounge and hearing voices, he stuck his head inside.

Lock, Whistler, and Rebel were inside and Luna was dancing on the table in front of them. She threw her leg over Rebel’s shoulder putting her bare pussy right in his face. Whistler was playing with her tits, his hands rubbing against her hard nipples. Lock was just watching the three of them.

“Lock,” Reaper said from the door.

Lock looked up at him. “Yeah, boss.”

“I’m taking a ride. Be back in a bit.” 

Lock’s head whipped back around to him from where he’d turned to watch Luna moaning and working her hips against Rebel’s mouth. “Trouble?” he asked sharply.

“Nah, just need to clear the cobwebs.”

“You could join us,” he offered. Reaper shook his head. He hadn’t been into the sharing thing in a few years. He liked to have a woman’s focus solely on him when he was fucking her.

“Be back in an hour or so.”

Lock just nodded, his attention back on Luna who was riding Whistler’s fingers while Rebel sucked on her hard nipples. Reaper watched her hips working while her tits bounced for a few more seconds, getting a little hard. Maybe he should take one of the girls and have a little fun before he left.

He exited the room, adjusting his hardened cock. Casey was walking down the hall in a white skirt that bounced up showing her bare snatch. Her tits where covered in glitter and titty tassels. He grinned at her as she walked towards him.

“Umm…someone looks hungry,” Casey said smiling at him.

Maybe he didn’t need to take a ride right this minute after all. He reached out cupping her ass and drawing her into his hard cock. He leaned down and said close to her ear, “I am hungry.” Then he kissed down her neck as he dragged her back towards his office. 

He opened the door, herding her into the room and pushing her down on his desk on her elbows, her ass facing him. He pushed her skirt up and stepped back a bit to get a good look. His dick throbbed and he smiled at the wetness he could already see clinging to her wet slit.

She let out a breathy little moan as his hands slid up to cup her tits, pulling on her nipples. The tassels fell to his desk. He pressed his hardened dick against her tight little ass. He growled, pinching her nipples hard, and was pleased when she cried out.

“So hard. Fuck me, Reaper.”

Chuckling, he sucked on the side of her neck before whispering, “Oh, I will be fucking you, Casey. Hard and fast, but only when I’m ready. You just have to wait till I am.”

He wickedly twisted her nipples again before sliding his hand down her stomach to lift that little skirt and play with her clit. She let out a loud moan and pressed against his hand. Teasing her for a second before pulling his hand back, making her cry out, his hands moved to push her forward further.

He sat down in the chair across from his desk demanding, “Lean forward and spread your legs a bit more. Give me a good look at that hot little pussy.” She complied, letting out a long moan. “Such a pretty pussy you’re hiding under that pure white skirt, you naughty girl,” he growled, watching her tremble on his desk.

“Oh, yes. I am so naughty, Reaper,” she moaned in a breathy voice, reaching down to play with her clit.

“No,” he grunted and she stopped playing with herself, turning to look at him over her shoulder. She knew that he’d make her wait longer if she protested his demand so she watched him, waiting.

Standing, he walked around his desk running his hand over her ass when he moved past her. He pulled a medi-condom from the top drawer. He unzipped his jeans, seeing her eyes on his thick cock as he pulled it free. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and her nipples were hard little pebbles as she watched him smooth the medi-condom over his cock.

He reached up to take each nipple between his fingers, pinching them gently. He tugged roughly, seeing her twitch on his desk. She was getting his paperwork all crinkled but he couldn’t bring himself to give a shit. Moving around, he lined his cock up with her wet pussy and slid home with a hard thrust, settling into a hard pounding, his hand clutching her hips.

“Harder. Oh yes, harder,” the hot little bitch moaned as he slammed her pussy. She was playing with her tits with one hand and rubbing her clit in time to his thrusts with the other. The third time her little pussy squeezed his cock as she came he roared out his own climax, slamming into her a few more times before falling into her breathing heavily. Fuck, he’d needed that, Reaper realized as he pulled free from her clinging body.

“Damn, Reaper, you really were horny tonight, weren’t you,” she said grinning. Casey licked her lips eyeing his slightly hard cock. Reaper let a sly smile overtake his lips as he watched Casey. She was sitting on his desk now with her legs spread, displaying herself to him as she eyed him. She was ready to go another round if he decided he wanted to fuck her again, but he’d gotten what he needed and now he was ready to take a ride. He pulled off the condom, dropping it in the trash next to his desk, and picked up his pants.

“Sorry, sweet. I’m not giving you another ride tonight.”

“Too bad. I really like your cock,” she said walking over to him. He was pulling his jeans together to zip them, but she slid her hand inside squeezing his cock. “Sure I can’t tempt you into another quickie?” she asked fondling his balls. He felt himself hardening again, but he wasn’t really interested in another fuck tonight. He leaned forward giving her a light kiss as his hand removed hers from his pants.

“Thanks, but I have shit to do. I’ll be sure to let you know if I change my mind,” Reaper told her, moving towards the door.

“You do that, hon,” she said, grabbing her tassels off his desk and following him towards the door.

Reaper smiled at her before he exited his office and headed to the door of the club. “You going out, boss?” Hawk, the bartender tonight, asked as he passed the bar.

“Yeah, be back in a while, okay. Lock’s in charge.” Hawk nodded and went back to serving a sweetbutt who sat at the bar.

Reaper exited the club, nodding to the two prospects who manned the door before climbing on his bike. He needed to get the hell away from here for a little while just to clear his head.

Sarah’s feet were aching and she’d just sat down on her break when Sammy came into the back.

“There’s a hot one out there tonight,” Sammy said pointing out a young man in his thirties with dark hair and a rough look about him who stood at the counter. Sarah smiled at Sammy.

“You are such a ho-bag. He’s not that good looking and he looks a bit rough.”

“Yes, he is. He’s got brown eyes too. I’d like to take him home with me tonight and let him rough me up. All night long in fact.” Sammy laughed wiggling her brows.

“Oh, stop. You need an intervention. How are you ever going to find a good man when every time you turn around you’re going after men like that one?” Sarah asked shaking her head.

“Umm, who said I needed a man. Girl, I only need a few nights of nasty, hot sex. I’m not like you, Miss Priss,” Sammy told her, still peeking out the door at the man. They were both staring at him as he took a seat beside the door to the kitchen where they huddled.

“I am not that prissy, Ho-bag. I just don’t spread my legs for just any man.”

“Oh, please! You haven’t spread your legs since Cody and we both know it. You need to get laid. You should go out there and talk to him.”

“No way. Go get your freak on with him all you want but I want a nice man. I had my fill of guys like him. The last one left me with a perfect reason to avoid men like him,” Sarah said. She wasn’t looking for another man to run out on her at the first sign something wasn’t going to be easy. No, she wanted a man who’d be there when she needed him and would love her son as much as she did.

“Fine, be a stick in the mud. But I’m going to go bag me a hot night in the sheets with that stud. Wish me luck.” Sammy unbuttoned the top button on her uniform and pushed her boobs up. Looking at Sarah she asked, “How do I look?”

“Like a Ho,” she told the other woman affectionately.

“Perfect,” Sammy said, smiling brightly before she walked out of the kitchen headed to the table. Sarah shook her head. That girl was something else. Hal walked into the kitchen glaring in her direction.

“I had another complaint on you. You spilled a drink on a customer. This is the second complaint this week! If I have another one you’re fired. Understand?”

Sarah was shocked. She hadn’t spilled anything on a customer. A woman who’d been a total bitch had knocked her drink over and demanded that she clean it up right away. Sarah, who’d been holding another table’s order, had told the woman she’d be right back. She’d quickly delivered the order and returned, cleaning up the mess. It had only taken a few moments but the bitch had apparently lied and said she’d spilled the drink to get back at her. Sarah didn’t argue, she knew it wouldn’t do any good anyway. Once Hal was on a tirade, nothing would make him change his mind.