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“Men are such pigs,” said Krystal, as another
guy leaped onto the stage and grabbed the stripper’s boobs with both hands. She
began to holler and the man’s buddies pulled him down, roaring with laughter. I
hoped, for her sake, that the bar paid her decent benefits.

“I hope that Tank gets out here, quickly,” I
muttered, as we made our way around the back to the bar.

“You waiting for Tank?” asked the bartender, a pretty
woman in her thirties. She had long black hair and wore a Harley tank with denim
shorts that barely covered her crotch.

 “We are. Two light beers, please,” said Krystal.
She turned to me. “That okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

Her eyes widened as she looked past me. “Shit,”
she mumbled under her breath.

 I turned and noticed a group of bikers
watching us from their table. One of them was bald and had a long scar on the
side of his face. He looked like he was in his forties and had some kind of
tattoo under his eye. A teardrop. When our eyes met, he smiled, raised two
fingers and wagged his tongue between them.

I quickly looked away. “Seriously, what a gross
asshole. Does he actually think he’ll get lucky doing that?”

“He gets laid all the time, whether a chick
wants to or not, I hear. In fact, those guys are Devil’s Rangers,” said the
bartender, sliding our beers over. “Believe me, though, you don’t want to have
anything to do with them. The only reason they’re here is because Slammer
needed to talk to Mud, their Prez.”

“Who’s Slammer?” I asked.

“That’s Tank’s dad,” said Krystal. “The
president of the Golden Vipers.”

“Yeah,” said Misty. Her eyes narrowed. “Shit,
looks like you’re going to have company. I’d better go and get Tank before that
guy steps out of bounds.”

When I turned around, I found myself staring
into the soulless eyes of the Devil’s Ranger who’d been sticking his tongue out
like a dipshit. He was almost a foot taller than me and smelled like pot.

“Hey beautiful,” he said in a raspy voice. “You
looking for some company?”

I wanted to tell him I’d rather find my company
under a rock, now that we were forehead-to-chin, but he was a little
frightening up close. “Uh, no,” I answered, trying to appear more brave then I
felt. “But, thanks.” I looked away, hoping that he would now
go
away.

He chuckled. “Name is Breaker. Why don’t you
come and join us at the table?”

“Thanks, but I have a boyfriend,” I lied,
turning to face him again.   

“Good for you,” he said, smiling darkly. “That
wasn’t the answer that I was looking for, though.”

I really didn’t like this guy and he was now seriously
pissing me off. “Sorry, but I guess you won’t like this answer either.
No
,”
I said firmly, surprising myself. “I’d rather stay right here and drink this
beer with my friend.”

“You’re kind of bitch, you know that?” he said,
his eyes hardening.

 I forced myself to smile as sweetly as
possible when I noticed the vein throbbing in his forehead. He looked like he
was about ready to explode “Sorry. Look, neither of us want any trouble. We
just want to be alone, you know?”

His eyes flickered over Krystal. “You two dykes?
Is that it?”  

My smile fell. I seriously hated that term and
if we were lovers, it wasn’t his business anyway. “Not that it’s any of your
business, but ‘no’ we are not.”

“That’s good,” he said, undressing me with his
eyes again. “A body like yours needs to be fucked by a real man, not a rubber
strap-on toy. Although,” he laughed. “I wouldn’t mind watching you play with
one.”

I looked at Krystal and said, “Wow.”

“Speaking of ‘wow’. You ever felt the rumble of
an engine between your legs?” he asked, leaning closer to me.

“No,” I replied, wondering why I was still
answering him.

“Let’s go pop that cherry then,” he answered.
“I’ll take you for ride on my Harley that will make your pussy drool.”

I burst out laughing. “Oh my God. Are you
really that classy?”

“Anyone walks into a place like this shouldn’t
expect classy,” he said. “That goes for stuck-up bitches, too.”

I grit my teeth and forced myself not to reply.
I could tell from his expression that he was hoping that I would. Daring me to.
I looked toward the entrance, hoping to get the bouncer’s attention, but he
wasn’t at his station.

“We’re waiting for Tank,” said Krystal in a
shrill voice.

He ignored her. “I know Blondie is Tank’s. I’ve
already been warned. But, nobody mentioned you, Sweetness. You’ve got no patch
either. You’re free territory. I say we go do a little exploring.”

I laughed, trying to make light of everything,
even though I was seething inside. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?

“You like that one, huh? I’ve got something
else for you, too,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “Now, drink the rest of your beer
and we’ll hit the road.”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” I said,
totally disgusted. “I’m not interested.”

Breaker nostrils flared. “I don’t think you
understand who you’re talking to.”

“An asshole is who I’m talking to,” I snapped.
“Now, fuck off.”

His buddies at the table snickered.  

The man’s hand snaked out and he grabbed my arm
roughly. “You fucking cunt. Let’s go. Now.”

Krystal sucked in her breath. “Oh my God.”

I pulled my arm away from him in shock. The guy
was treating me like one of those whores she had told me about. As big and bad
as he looked, nobody treated me like a slut that was up for grabs. “Leave me
alone,” I said through my clenched teeth. “Before I call the bouncer over here.”

He laughed coldly. “The bouncer? Good luck with
getting help from that pig.”

 Before I could respond, two other guys stepped
next to us, one being Tank.

Breaker took a step back and crossed his arms
over his chest. “Hey, Tank. Looks like the meeting is over, huh?”

“Almost. What’s going on, Breaker?” asked Tank,
picking at his teeth with a toothpick.

“Just havin’ me some fun,” said the man,
smirking. “You said we should relax and enjoy ourselves. So, that’s what I’m trying
to do.”

“Not with my girl, you’re not,” said a deep
voice.

I turned to find myself staring up at a pair of
icy blue eyes and a smile that wasn’t meant to be friendly.

Breaker’s eye narrowed. “Thought Brandy was
your Old Lady, Raptor.”

So this was Raptor?

I could see why Krystal found him fascinating. He
was certainly good-looking, with his square jaw, full lips, and muscular frame.
His blond hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail, exposing his ears,
which were both pierced. For some reason, he reminded me of a model that I’d
seen recently in a pricey cologne ad. I’d been drawn to his eyes, thinking they
must have been Photo-shopped because of the dazzling color. That guy had
nothing over Raptor, however. His eyes sparkled like the bluest of tanzanite. Bluer
than anything my mother had ever sold, and she was a jeweler. They were so
stunning that it was hard to look away.

“You thought wrong,” answered Raptor.

“Yeah. That ship has sailed,” said Tank,
smirking. “And… I wouldn’t bring her up anymore.”

Raptor slid his arm around my waist and pulled
me in tightly. “As I was saying, Breaker… this kitten is mine, so I suggest
that you go find your own.”

Chapter Two

 

 

Raptor

 

 

I had to do something with my hands before I
grabbed Slammer and killed the bastard, so I pulled the chick against me and gave
him a look that said ‘fuck you’. He was a complete psycho and had we been
alone, I’d have made sure he never touched a woman again. Rumor had it that
he’d raped and beaten Slammer’s Old Lady’s daughter. It was what tonight’s
meeting was about. But, the Devil’s Rangers were denying his involvement.
Things were getting ugly in the back of the club, but apparently, they were just
as ugly in the front.

 “As I was saying, Breaker… this kitten is
mine, so I suggest that you go find your own.”

Slammer looked at me like we wanted to bash my
skull in and I stared back at him, daring him to fucking try it.

 

***

 

Adriana

 

Part of me was annoyed that they were treating
me like a possession. The other part liked the way Raptor’s arm felt around my
waist and the smell of him – leather and a trace of cologne. A good cologne.  As
I leaned closer to get a better whiff, Raptor looked down and our eyes met.

I laughed nervously. “Uh, new cologne, Honey?”

He stared at me for a minute and then his lips
twitched, as if he was fighting a smile. He turned away and they continued
their testosterone-fused banter, although, I really wasn’t paying much
attention. I was too intrigued with the guy holding me. I had to admit, he
was
sexier than hell and I liked the way my breasts molded against his side, as he
held me in place. Either I was ovulating or Krystal was right, it had been way
too long since I’d had sex and the heat he was generating was making me warm in
all the right places.  

Breaker looked from Raptor and then to me, his
eyes narrowing. “If she’s yours, I’d suggest you patch her, before someone
snatches her up,” he sneered. “Or, better yet, let me know when you’re done
with her. She might like to know what a real man feels like between her legs.”

I felt Raptor stiffen up, but he kept his
composure. “Believe me, now that she’s had a real man in her honey-hole, your
junk would feel more like a sliver off of my timber.”

Normally, I would have rolled my eyes at such
immature banter, but I had to admit, the thought of Raptor in my honey-hole was
interesting.

 “I suggest you remember who you’re talking to,
Raptor,” he said, clenching his jaw. “And show some fucking respect.”

“You are the last person who should be
preaching about respect. You making a move on my woman and then bust
my
chops? What the fuck?” he replied.

“He got you there,” said Tank, stepping closer
to us. It was obvious that he was now getting annoyed with the situation and he
was definitely a force to be reckoned with. The guy was built like the
Incredible Hulk. “Listen, the meeting is almost over, so I suggest you go and
enjoy the show. Delilah is up next and she’s not only available, but willing to
party after the performance.”

Breaker looked at me again and smiled. “I’ll be
seeing you again, Sweetness. I promise. ” Then he walked away, his gang watching
us carefully from their tables, all of them giving us the stink-eye.

“Fucking worms,” mumbled Tank, staring back at
the table. “Every last one of them.”

“I’m so glad you showed up,” said Krystal.
“That guy wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I thought he was going to drag Adriana
out of the bar, there, for a second.”

“You and me both,” I said, shuddering at the
thought. Even looking at him now, I could tell that the thought wasn’t too far
from his mind.

 “We should probably take both of the girls
somewhere in back,” suggested Tank. “Before Breaker finds some liquid courage
at the end of that bottle he’s drinking. When he’s drunk, he’s as mean as he is
stupid.”

“He should be taught a fucking lesson,” said Raptor,
still glaring at the other group of bikers.

“I agree but, we can’t. Besides, the old man
might be giving us the thumbs up to deal with him later,
if
you know
what I mean.”

 Raptor relaxed. “True. Okay, let’s go.”

“Where we going?” I asked, finishing my beer.

“I’ll show you,” said Raptor. Then, before I
could do anything about it, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and
slapped my ass. Hard.

“Hey!” I hollered, as he carried me toward the
back of the bar. It felt like my butt-cheeks were on fire. “What in the hell
are you doing? That hurt. Put me down!”

“Sorry, Darlin’,” he said, a smile in his
voice. He caressed my butt, sending warm tingles into my pelvis. “Does this
feel better?’

“Quit touching my ass and put me down,” I hissed.
“Now.”

 

 

***

Raptor

 

I smiled, enjoying not only her reaction, but
the way her ass felt under my palm. It was deliciously round and firm. I had to
force myself not to keep squeezing it. I had to admit, she was a hot little
number. I could see why Breaker wanted her. My dick was already half-cocked at
the thought of fucking her now, myself. 

I headed toward the back of the club, to the Break
Room. I knew that Tank wanted to fuck Krystal before she headed out and so I’d
have a few minutes of alone time with the brunette. From the way she was
staring at me earlier, I could tell she was definitely interested. I wondered
if she’d be interested in getting on her knees and opening that sweet little
mouth. The thought of her glossy-pink lips wrapped around my cock was enough to
try and test those salty waters.

 

***

 

Adriana

 

We went through a hallway and he kicked one of
the doors open.

“What is your fucking problem?” I snapped. “Are
you even listening to me?”

He dropped me into an over-sized recliner and
took a step back. “You’re welcome.”

I glared up at him. “For what? Treating me like
a cave-woman?”

He grunted and smiled. “Cave-woman? Look, I had
to do that. To show everyone in the place that you’re mine, Kitten.”

Kitten?

“But, I’m
not
yours.”

“You know what the fuck I mean. You should be
thankful that I did what I did.”

“I’ve had guys flirt with me before. I don’t
need your help telling them to get lost.”

He waved his thumb towards the doorway. “That bastard
who was trying to get in your pants is a fucking animal. Hell, he’s worse than
an animal.  He would have taken you somewhere later, then beaten and raped your
ass if I wouldn’t have helped you. And when I say rape your ass, I’m not just talking
figuratively. He would have torn it to shreds.”

I stared at him in horror. “Krystal or the
bartender would have called the cops if he’d have tried doing something like
that.”

“The cops wouldn’t have done shit,” he
answered. “In fact, it would be all over before Krystal had a chance to do
anything and Breaker wouldn’t leave any witnesses. Hell, Krystal is in just as
much danger as you.”

I sucked in my breath. “Are you saying he’d
have killed us?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. They don’t call
him ‘Breaker’ for nothing. It should be pronounced ‘Break Her’.”

 “Oh.”

“Oh is right.” he replied, walking over to an
old refrigerator humming in the corner of the room. He opened it up and began
rummaging through it. “Dammit, someone’s been drinking my beer.”

“You keep your own stock of beer in the Break
Room?”

“Sometimes. When I find out who’s been helping
themselves, I’m going to kick their ass.”

“So, back to that guy, Breaker. Has he served
time before?”

“Yeah. For assault and rape.”

I swallowed.

“So, do you want a beer?” he asked, holding out
a brown bottle.

I looked at the dragon tattoo on his forearm
and the skull ring on his finger, reminding me that Raptor wasn’t exactly the
boy-next-door either. “No. We have to get going. Uh, where’s Krystal and Tank?”
I asked, looking toward the doorway. Obviously, they hadn’t followed us.

He grunted. “I’m sure he has her bent over his
old man’s desk. Giving her a private birthday gift.”

I sighed. “Great. I guess we’ll be here longer
than I thought.”

“Yup.” He opened up his bottle of beer and took
a swig. “You sure you don’t want one?” he asked, licking his lips. “It’ll give
you something to do.”

I sighed. “Sure, I’ll take one.”

He opened up the refrigerator, again, and
pulled out another bottle.

“So, what, you’re going to babysit me?” I
asked, as he handed me the beer.

“Yeah, you want to sit on my lap, little girl?”
he asked, winking at me. “I’ll read you a couple of stories. You ever hear the
one about Moby Dick?”

My eyes widened. “Is that how you pick up
girls? Seriously?”

“Who said I was trying to pick you up?” he
answered, with a cocky grin. “I was just trying to lighten the mood. You seem a
little tense.”

“I’m not,” I lied.

He sat down on a beat-up leather sofa that
faced the television, which was as old as the shag carpeting. “Relax and have a
seat,” he said, patting the cushion next to him.

“I’m fine,” I said, setting my purse on the
counter, by the coffee machine. I looked around the room. There was a metal
table in the corner and a vending machine. “So this is the Break Room,” I said,
trying to make conversation.

“That’s what they call it. How old are you, by
the way?”

“Twenty-one.”

His eyes traveled down the length of me and
back up. I knew he was checking me out and it made me wonder if he approved or
thought I wasn’t curvy enough. I’d always felt a little self-conscious around Krystal,
who filled out her bra better than most strippers with silicone.

“How old are
you
?” I asked, resisting
the urge to cross my arms over my chest.

“Twenty-four.”

“Oh.”

He smiled. “Have you ever been to a joint like
this?”

“No. Never.”

 “What do you think of it?”

I smiled. “What do I think? Honestly, that I
can’t wait to leave. No offense.”

“None taken. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not right now. What about you?”

“No boyfriend, either.”

I chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, still not answering the
question.

“You’re not going to answer?”

He rubbed his lower lip with his index finger. “Why
do you want to know?”

My eyes widened. “I don’t know. Why did you ask
me?”

“To find out if there was a dumbass in your
life that allowed you into a place like this.”

I stared at him in surprise. “Allowed? I can go
wherever the hell that I want. Even if I had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t ask for
his permission to go into a strip joint or any other place, for that matter.”

He grinned. “I am woman. Hear me roar, huh?”

“Damn right,” I said, smiling back. I raised my
hand and clawed the air. “Roar.”

Raptor laughed.  “I like that.”

“You like independent women?”

“I just like what you did, there. It was sexy.
You really are a kitten.”

I blushed.

“I mean, I do like independent women, to a
point.”

“What do you mean, to a point?” I asked.

“I like a woman who can take care of herself,
when she needs to, but is willing to let a man take care of her, when he wants
to.”

I kind of liked that. To a point. “So, you’re
not as chauvinistic as Tank?”

“Tank and I agree on some stuff. Some things we
don’t. It’s not like we sit around talking about shit like that.”

I smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure you don’t.”

“So, where are you ladies going, tonight?” he
asked, changing the subject.

“Clubbing.”

“Just you two?”

 “No. There are more of us.”

“Girls or guys?”

“Just us girls. We all grew up together. Went
to the same high school.”

“What about protection?”

I frowned. “What do you mean by protection?”
Was
he talking condoms?

He tilted his head, smiling. “You gotta
bodyguard chaperoning, you little girls, Kitten?”

“We don’t need a bodyguard,” I said. “And we’re
not
little
girls.”
Nor was I a damn cat.

“Figure of speech, although, you’re pretty
small.” He took another drink of his beer and licked his lips, studying me. “If
you were mine, I wouldn’t let you out of the house without some kind of protection.
Not with the Devil’s Rangers in town. Especially, not after what that asshole
said to you, earlier.”

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