CHAPTER 9: Piper
Okay, so maybe I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on when it came to using sex for to get what I wanted, but it was upsetting to find out about Theo and Anna that way. Maybe it was how she announced it, with such relish, as if she knew Theo and I felt something for each other. What a load of bullshit.
Okay, so maybe I felt safer with him than I had with anyone else for a long, long time. And he made me laugh. And, regardless of his methods, he had tried really hard to stop the deal for Vinnie to buy me, even though he barely knew me. Not to mention attacking Vinnie to get him off me and nearly starting a gunfight. He didn’t stop, he didn’t hesitate, just went straight for him, all just to help me. But I was definitely not in love with him. Nope, not me. You are incorrect, sir.
I lay in bed watching reality TV and eating ice cream. Thanks to our phone conversation, as more time passed, I was less and less pissed at Theo. We weren’t together so, in the end, what he tried to do was kinda sweet, from an abstract perspective.
If I knew Anna, and I did, I was pretty sure she pulled him up to her penthouse just to get off anyway. She didn’t care who she called on when she got horny, even me. When I was brand new and didn’t know any better. She got the urge to be with me again a year or so later and I told her where to get off. And that was the end of it.
That he’d had the presence of mind to try and use that unfortunate position to try and bargain for my release was thoughtful, in a really, really fucked up way.
***
The day passed and I slept a little. I had this crazy dream where Theo and I got married. I was pregnant and Anna, of all people, came to the wedding. I woke up and decided that I just might be missing him. But I was certainly not in love with him. Definitely not.
I wondered what he was doing. He was fired so, really, how busy could he be. All I knew that I needed to get out of The Valley, out of Los Angeles, away from my life, if only for a day. I found my cellphone and called him. He answered on the sixth ring.
“Hello?” he said, like he didn’t believe it was actually me calling him back. He sounded groggy, like he’d been sleeping.
“Hey you,” I decided to go for bright and breezy, so he didn’t think I was imagining him and Anna together every second. “How much do you love me?” I asked, adding the ‘we’re just friends’ tone, so I didn’t scare him off.
“To the ends of the earth,” came his flippant reply. At least, I told myself he was being flippant.
“I’m off today and I know you’re not working anymore,” I tried to keep it light, “Wanna jump on your hog and take me away from here?” ‘Wanna jump on your hog’? Fuck, I’m such a klutz.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked.
“I don’t care, just far away from here,” I told him. Then I added, softly, “Take me to wherever you feel safe.”
He was silent for a moment or two, then I heard him breathe out slowly. “Okay, send me your address, I’ll be there in an hour.”
***
As usual for LA in August, it was hot enough outside to cook on the sidewalk. This afternoon, though, the sky was clear, blue, and smog-less. I fixed my hair and makeup subtly, going for lightly smoldering and avoiding my usual call girl chic. I really wanted to look good for Theo, but I wasn’t trying to get him to sleep with me. I definitely wasn’t.
It was hard to for me to understand what I wanted. It was like I felt as though we were a couple already, that he’d love me and think I was beautiful regardless, and I wanted to reward that unconditional devotion by making myself as attractive as I could. Except we weren’t together and could never be.
Maybe I just wanted one final day as a normal girl with a regular life, a fantasy where I go out with a boyfriend and have a good time, before I was sold to Vinnie and my life ended.
I pushed that thought out of my head. I examined my naked body in my full-length mirror for a while. My stomach looked good, toned and tanned, and flowed sexily down to the soft, smooth skin between my long, slender legs. I cupped my breasts and held them high, then let them go to see how far they dropped. Barely anything, I noted with a smile. I felt confident enough to go braless today.
I picked out a small black crop top that gave me a nice cleavage and showed off my flat stomach. What else does one wear when going to hang out with a biker gang? I dug out my old daisy dukes. Not the stupid tiny ones from work, these were sexy yet respectable. They showed my legs yet hugged my butt, and kept everything covered enough that Daisy Duke herself might actually have worn them while on the run from J.D. Hog and Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane. After adding one pair of mid-calf, brown leather cowboy boots, I was done. Just as I heard the deep rumbling of Theo’s Harley pulling up outside.
***
I was stupidly excited as I rushed out to see him. My second-floor apartment opened onto a white stone walkway, with stairs down to the street level just to the left as I walked out. I closed my door behind me, turned around and leaned over the barrier, looking down to see Theo sat on his bike. I couldn’t help it; I yelled and waved, like a school girl with her first crush. He looked up, took off his sunglasses, and waved back. He looked so good.
He had on his black leather vest, covered in patches, the biggest of which said Steel Angels across his back, with a silver motif of a chromed motorcycle wheel with angel wings attached and a slightly slanted halo over it. Under that, he had on a gray tank top that showed the muscles and tattoos on his upper arms, which was teamed with blue jeans and heavy black bike boots. His shaggy hair was blown about by the ride over but his smile and handsome face were perfect. In another life, another world, we’d have been so happy together. I concentrated on the positive as I trotted down my stairs.
I reached him and I wanted to hug him. Then I realized that, for once, there was no one around to get mad about it, so I did. He was taken slightly aback, but I quickly felt his arms circle around me.
“I thought you were still mad at me,” he said, his mouth by my ear.
“I was,” I whispered back, “but I couldn’t be mad at a guy that almost got shot by the Mafia for me. Anyway, you were trying to help.” We broke apart.
“You look awesome,” he smiled. I curtsied in gratitude. “Here, put these on.” He handed me a pair of sunglasses, then put on his own. “They keep the bugs out of your eyes,” he grinned and beckoned me onto the pillion seat.
***
We roared off, heading north and were soon seeing less and less of LA’s urban landscape, the scenery being replaced with green trees and hills instead. We rode for nearly an hour along the I5, the engine humming, the wind blowing through my hair. It was everything every cliché said it would be. I held Theo tight as we sped along the Interstate. He rode fast, weaving around the slower moving Priuses, pickups, and minivans aggressively enough to make it exciting, like a rollercoaster ride, but not terrifying.
I had my arms wrapped around his waist, my breasts crushed against his back, sometimes looking to where we were going, sometimes just resting my head against him with my eyes closed. It didn’t matter. The sun was on my face, the warm breeze was cooling my skin, and I felt free. I didn’t have to work, fuck or pretend. I could just enjoy the ride.
Before long, Theo slowed and exited the freeway. A mile or so later, he stopped the bike just before a dusty, bumpy road that forged its way up a steep hill. It didn’t even have a signpost.
“Hold on tight,” he said, patting my hand against his stomach, before he launched us up the track. I could feel the rear tire sliding on the dirt and the bumps bouncing us around. We sped up to a switchback turn that I suddenly saw had a sheer drop on the other side. My body tensed up and my mouth went dry. Theo was going too fast for us to make it, surely? I gripped him tight. I could feel sweat leaking from the palms of my hands and I opened my mouth to scream. Theo knew what he was doing, though. He lined up the bike, braked a little, then took us easily around the bend. I looked back to see a thick cloud of dust floating slowly over the hillside edge. My heart was racing. That was so exhilarating, I found myself laughing and pounding on Theo’s back.
“You okay?” he slowed a little to yell the question back to me.
“Yes! Yes!” I screamed. It sounded almost orgasmic. “Go faster, baby!” I cried. The ride was intoxicating. And the danger, along with the subtle vibrations coming through the thick leather saddle, and holding on tight to Theo’s strong body, was getting me kinda hot. If every ride was this much of a turn on, I could finally understand why you always saw these scary-looking, fat bikers with young sexy chicks on their bikes. Theo sped up again, taking us through three or four more crazy turns, before the hill began to level off. We crested the rise and I saw our destination.
It looked like it was once just a small wooden shack, maybe a lonely hunting lodge on top of this hill but, I could see where extra buildings had been added over the years. There was a tall, long section of roof with no walls, where I could see dozens of people inside and bright colored lights flashing in time with the booming rock music that was loud even over the motorcycle engines. On the other side of the cabin looked to be a smaller, enclosed space that, through the windows, looked a little like a sports bar inside. There was a huge, red and white flashing neon sign over the place, which read ‘Handle’s Bar’, but the real action was outside.
There must have been a hundred bikes parked along either side of the dirt track. The late evening sunlight shining off the shiny chrome and gleaming paint was nearly blinding. There were black bikes, red bikes, bikes painted like orange flames, bikes with different, multicolored lights flashing from secret places under their bodywork. It was amazing. The noise of the engines, with the music pounding out of the bar, was deafening, and all I could smell was rubber, gasoline, leather, cigarette smoke and barbecue. I was in awe.
“I should probably have told you,” Theo said, stopping us a hundred or so yards from the place, “but there’s a tradition.” He pointed at the track between the lines of bikes in front of the bar. I could see a few bikes moving very slowly along the road, as well as noticing there was a pretty good gathering of people right at the center. It didn’t take much longer to figure out why.
I watched a big bike crawl between the crowd, to see the girl on the back suddenly stand up on the pegs, steady herself against the rider, and wave her arms, encouraging the horde to cheer. She was young, hot, reveling in the attention, and wearing only a light blue vest top and the tiniest G-string. The thong was so thin, the material disappeared almost entirely between her firm, tanned butt cheeks and those assembled loved it, turning into a baying mob as she paraded her nearly naked ass past them.
I saw another bike coming the other way and realized that lady passenger was doing exactly the same thing, her pussy hidden behind the head of her man. The two girls even high-fived as the bikes passed each other.
“And you didn’t tell me about this little initiation before we left, because…?” I raised an eyebrow at him. Theo just shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face. “A pity you didn’t, I might have worn some underwear.”
I smiled as a surprised, hungry look passed over his face. “So you’re not into it?” he asked eventually.
I felt good. Theo made me feel safe, protected. I was happier than I’d been in forever and so in the mood to have some fun.
“Are you kidding?” I yelled at him. “You’ve seen how good my ass looks! Turn around for a second.” I threw my leg back over the bike and whipped off my shorts. If I was going to do this, I was doing it properly. I swung my leg back over and got my naked butt back into the saddle. “Okay, let’s go!”
The soft leather was warm, but not unkind to my bare ass and exposed pussy as we rode up to the bar. My heart was beating fast and, for some reason, I was nervous. This was crazy. I’d danced in strip clubs for nearly a year. Fucked random guys and girls in front of a camera, shooting scenes that were probably still floating around on the internet, and showed strangers my sex several times a day, but it had never felt like this. Why was I so excited about riding buck naked on the back of a bike? I had no idea, but it was turning me on.
We reached the crowd and, unless they really looked, no one could immediately see that I was nude from the waist down. I locked eyes with a few of the onlookers, both male and female, and could see the eagerness on their faces. It wasn’t a sleazy, demeaning, strip club vibe. For me to expose myself here seemed like a privilege they would be grateful for, not a service they’d paid for. It was a like a carnival in Rio or New Orleans, a joint celebration of my beauty, sexuality and, above all, freedom.
I took a breath and pushed myself up on the foot pegs. There was a loud cheer from the crowd, a deafening wall of catcalls and wolf whistles, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. With my hands I beckoned them for more noise, more admiration, more adulation. I took the center of my tank top in my fist, right between my breasts, and put my other hand to my ear.
The cheers got louder so, in response, I hiked up my top, allowing my tits to fall free in the twilight air, and threw up my hands in triumph. My fans went wild, cheering until I’d passed the last of the gathering and I could finally sit back down. I covered my boobs as Theo pulled the bike over to park us on the end of the bike line, got off and slipped back into my shorts.
“Damn,” he spat as I pulled them swiftly back up, “everyone got to see you but me.”
“Uh-huh,” I smiled, and that thought made me tingle inside. I could tease him a little longer yet.
***
I thought we were going straight into the bar, but Theo took my hand and led me around the back.
“I want to show you something special,” he told me as we headed into the woods behind the buildings.
“Is it bigger than a baby’s arm?” I teased him, the noise of the party fading remarkably quickly. He didn’t seem to get my reference from the 90’s epic Pump Up the Volume, but I let him lead me anyway, feeling like nothing bad could happen to me while I was with him. We didn’t walk far before we reached a small clearing that sloped down the hill. “So, this where you take girls to have your way with them?” I joked, hoping a little that it actually was.
“Not quite,” he smiled. “In fact, I’ve never actually shown anyone this.”
I asked him what and he just turned me to look out over the trees. My breath caught in my throat. The trees fell sharply away, down the hillside, leaving my view towards the setting sun completely clear. I hadn’t even realized I was facing west until the world opened up before me. I could see the entire LA basin, stretching out to the ocean. The clear sky was the color of a silent, flaming inferno as the sun neared the horizon just to my right. The air around us grew cool but the last rays on our faces were still warm as their fiery source slowly dipped into the sea, illuminating the waves like a billion stars across a pale blue sky and, as it touched the water, the streetlights of the Greater Los Angeles Area came on, block by block, twinkling in the enveloping darkness. It was a magical sight.
“Wow,” I breathed, then a tear welled up and slid down my cheek. I felt a painful, hollow feeling in my chest, knowing this could be the last time I would ever see anything so wonderful, once I’m sold to Vinnie. All I could imagine was a suffering, painful life after that and I could see no way out.
Theo stood close behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me. I let my body relax in his arms, though I couldn’t help but let a couple of light sobs wrack my body.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered uselessly. “I brought you to this bar for a reason. I want to speak to our crew leader. I don’t want to raise your hopes too much but if anyone can get you out of this situation, it’ll be Frost.”
“I don’t understand why you’re trying so hard to help me?” I whispered, looking out over the horizon.
“Would you believe me if I told you I had no idea either?” I heard him say with a smile.
I told him no.
“I don’t know, Piper,” he said. “When I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful. You threw yourself at me and I was tempted, really tempted, but I knew you were just trying to distract me to save your friend. After that, you told me your story. I couldn’t stand the thought of something so terrible, so unfair, happening to someone so lovely, who had seemed to have such a good heart.”
“Wow,” my head fell back onto his shoulder and, against his advice, I dared to hope that there was now some light at the end of my tunnel. “I didn’t have any idea I was that cool.”
“Hey, don’t go getting all big-headed,” he said. He turned me to face him and wiped a tear away. Our faces were so close, his hand brushing my cheek in front of the beautiful, romantic view, the urge to just melt into him was so strong. I looked from his eyes to his lips, wetting my own to kiss him. But I stopped. I was really starting to consider the feelings I had for him, and he was beginning to seem pretty hung up on me. Taking things further didn’t seem far, on either of us. I smiled a little and decided I was going to have the time of my life tonight, instead.
“Come on,” I barked, pushing Theo’s hand away and pulling him along as I headed back to the bar. “I need a drink. I need a bunch of drinks. And I don’t intend on drinking alone.”
***
Crossing from the cooling air outside and into the main bar was like being hit in the face by a flaming log. If there was AC in here it was broken, or just not very good. The room had a long bar across the back wall, with at least three staff who seemed to be drinking and having as much fun as the rest of the customers. Behind the bar was lit with neon beer signs, two big TVs, showing a UFC match I think, and a few provocative pictures of hot, half-naked girls.
There were more TVs around the room, two pool tables by the end wall, and a shit-ton of road signs, racing badges, and other bike, booze or girl themed crap decorating the place. A low haze of cigarette smoke hung just above the heads of the patrons, which didn’t help make the hot, fetid air anymore breathable. Nor did the fact that it was packed. Packed with big, bearded men in leather and denim, and slim yet busty woman competing to see who can get away with the least amount of clothing, all drinking beer and whiskey, shouting and laughing like there was nowhere else on the planet to be. I decided that this is what must be an old Viking feasting hall must have looked like. Either that or we’d actually died on that sharp turn and actually ended up in Valhalla.
“Fuck me!” came a booming voice from across the room. “Is that Theo?” a tall, African-American man mountain strode across the room towards us. Theo turned to him just in time to be scooped up in an enormous bear hug.
“Hey, Tiny,” I heard him strain to say from somewhere inside that huge chest. “How you been?” he continued when Tiny set him back down on the floor.
“Same old, same old,” the giant said, “and who’s this?” he turned towards me. Theo introduced me to Tiny, who planted a chivalrous kiss on the back of my hand. He was wearing a leather vest the same as Theo, only it had the word ‘Enforcer’ on a patch over the right breast. He saw me reading it and smiled an astonishingly white set of teeth at me. “Anyway, good to see you, brother,” he continued. “You better come through to the club room. You know Frost will want to see you.”
Following Tiny’s huge form made it easy to pass through the throng of drinkers with relative ease, However, at least one in three of the other bikers recognized Theo and he had to stop, hug, slap and fist bump each one.
I didn’t ask to be introduced to each one. I just stood by and watched him with his people. I had no clue they were such a tight-knit group. They all wore the Steel Angels patch on their backs, but it really seemed to mean something to them. They weren’t just a club; they were a family. A different tribe almost independent from the rest of the world.
We finally made it to a door adjacent to the bar. Tiny held it open for us and we went in. It shut behind us and the big guy remained on the other side.
We must have crossed into the original hunting lodge. This was one room, much cooler, darker and far quieter than the bar. The walls were wooden with stuffed hunting and fishing trophies adorning them, as well as a rack with five shiny clean hunting rifles in it. It was cool in here but there was still a low fug of smoke hovering around the low ceiling.
On the low couch set furthest from the door were three men and a woman. Two had their back to me and the one I could see sat relaxed, the woman sitting on the arm of his chair with her hand moving from his shoulder to his chest. She was maybe a couple of years older than me, very pretty, with bouncy, curly, long red hair falling down past her slender shoulders. Her full breasts were barely contained by a purple halter top, the fabric pulled tight over large and pointed nipples, while her long, toned and tanned legs were topped with tight, black denim shorts.
The guy, by comparison, was older. I guessed nearly fifty, but well preserved. He held a smoldering cigarette in his mouth and was dressed as the others, in jeans and leather vest, but he wore nothing under his vest but a shoulder holster with an enormous revolver in it. I could see his body was old, but his muscles were still defined and he looked extremely fit. His hair was blonde with streaks of gray, swept back from his head and hanging long down to his shoulders. His skin was like leather, scorched brown from a lifetime in the hot sun, and stretched tight across his face to form deep creases around his eyes and mouth as he smiled. Which he was doing almost constantly, a wide smile that made his eyes shine.
“Theo, my boy!” he burst into an even wider smile as he saw us enter the room. He stood up and beckoned Theo into his arms. The girl smiled as Theo approached and the two guys facing away turned around to see him.
Theo walked right into the embrace. “Good to see you, Frost,” he said, hugging the older man in return.
“Marco!” Frost called to one of the seated bikers, “Drinks! Theo hasn’t been up here in weeks!” Marco hopped up off the couch, giving Theo a hearty handshake before he bounced out of the room. “And who is this vision you’ve brought us?” He addressed Theo but kept his focus on me. The smile was still there, joined by a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Piper,” I told him.
“This is Tina,” he introduced his girl to me. She smiled warmly. “And Link.” Frost indicated the short, slim Hispanic guy on the couch, before making him get up and sit on his right, in order to make room for us. I spotted a patch exactly where Tiny’s said ‘Enforcer’. Link’s said ‘Lieutenant’.
I immediately felt welcome and at home in what I took to be Frost’s personal abode. If it wasn’t where he slept, I bet it was where he spent most of his time.
“I should have expected you to bring back some leggy blonde, after all this time, meaning no offence, Piper honey,” Frost said to Theo. “Remember that one from San Diego? After the third night we had to go get him before he died of thirst, sleeping on the streets outside her place. What was her name, honey?”
“Spirit,” smiled Tina, “and leave the boy alone. Don’t embarrass him in front of his new girlfriend.”
“Actually, her name was Sonnet,” said Theo, “and that was like ten years ago. How do you even remember that far back, you old fuck?”
I burst out laughing, amused even more by Theo trying to hide his humiliation, both about ‘Sonnet’ and me being called his girlfriend.
Frost and Theo quickly fell into a familiar routine of teasing each other and laughing about past misadventures. Frost also never failed to take the time to subtly flatter and politely compliment me. He was an old rogue, I could quickly tell, with a lingering Louisiana accent and a certain southern charm about him.
Marco soon returned with a tray of drinks. He set the beers down on the coffee table between the couches but handed around some shot glasses of soft golden liquid.
“A toast,” smiled Frost. “Give thanks for bringing our brother Theo safely back to us, and for him including such a fine companion on his journey here.”
He shot back his drink, as did everyone else. I was nervous, though. I hadn’t had a proper drink since I started working at Madam X’s. It was against the rules, because drunk girls get loud, obnoxious, lose their concentration and pass out, making no money. I closed my eyes and flung it back. It was tequila. Really good tequila, rich and sweet on the tongue, with a heady burn on the way down. It made me smile.
“Beer back?” asked Theo, handing me a cold brew. I took it from him and gulped down half of it in one swallow. “Take it easy,” he warned me.
“Sorry, I guess I was thirsty.” I quickly felt a smooth, comfortable buzz settle over me, but I decided to sip the rest. I wanted to have fun, not get wasted and make a fool of myself.
“So why’ve you been gone so long, dog?” Link asked Theo, while refilling the shot glasses from the bottle Marco passed him. I tuned in, eager to learn more about Theo’s habits and past.
“Blame Frost,” he smiled. The old man put up his hands in innocent surrender. “He’s had me working the doors at our different Valley operations. Houlihan's, The Palace, Vanity, Blush, now Madam X’s.”
“That’s because I can trust you, kid,” began Frost, then he turned to me. “This scrawny kid, I tell you, Piper honey, I’ve seen him up against an entire football team, drunk and ready to trash the gentlemen’s club where’s he’s working the door. He didn’t back down and they didn’t get in, period.”
“I’ve seen him like that too,” I said, giving Theo a grateful squeeze on the shoulder. Frost saw it and smiled, proudly. His arm moved and I saw it said ‘President’ on the right breast of his vest.
“Well, damn! Let’s drink to Theo’s great big balls!” cried Frost. Tina cuffed him on the head but I found myself raising my newly filled glass and joining in with a chant of ‘Theo’s great big balls’. Theo looked at me with an expression of pure embarrassment as downed out shots. I began to feel light-headed.
“But working those nights, I just crash when I’m not needed. It’s tough, I don’t have the time or the energy to make my way up here”
“Plus you standing neck deep in all that fine stripper pussy, dog,” laughed Link. Marco laughed too, but Frost shot Link an angry look, nodding his head my way. “Shit, I’m sorry, ma’am,” said Link, utterly contrite and filling my glass again.
I waved away the apology and drank another shot. I had no doubt Theo probably made a whore of himself working the door at those strip clubs. I wasn’t in a position to judge. With what I knew about Theo, I felt confident he did his job well and treated all those girls with care and respect.
“But I guess we need to talk about that, though,” sighed Frost, sucking in a deep lungful of air. “I had to send Joey down to Madam X to cover your shift. Want to tell me what went down?”
“I guess, but can we keep it quiet?” Theo lowered his voice.
Frost’s face took on a more serious look and he asked Link and Marco to give us the room.
“Anything you can say to me, you can say to Tina,” he said, leaning back and linking his hands behind his head. “You get fired after you’re second shift? What gives?” Frost and Tina glanced quickly at me. I knew they believed I was the reason Theo got canned.
“Vinnie Greca,” he answered.
***
Frost knew who Theo was talking about, which surprised me. But, I supposed, supplying security for the majority of north LA’s bars and strip joints was bound to ensure you ran into the mob at some point, seeing as they frequented the majority of bars and strip joints in north LA.
Theo filled Frost in about Vinnie, the fight and armed standoff, and the deal to sell me. Tina watched me towards the end of the story. I couldn’t help it, a tear or two appeared in my eyes again, and she came over to hold me. “You poor baby,” she whispered softly. The mood in the room had taken a pretty depressing turn.
“Tina honey, go bring us another round,” instructed Frost. She smiled at me and got up to leave. The door closed behind her and Frost let out a long groan and stared at Theo. “So, what the fuck you want me to do, boy?”
“Honestly, I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” Theo replied.
“I got that,” Frost spat, an unanticipated anger creeping up to the surface. “I figured you were going to come in here and ask for some more responsibility. Figured you were getting bored just being muscle. Well, that’s the reason you’re still muscle. You don’t think far enough ahead.”
“Jesus, Frost, I didn’t mean…” Theo was clearly taken aback at being spoken to like this.
“I know, kid,” Frost reassured him, his anger subsiding. “You just put me in a jam, that’s all. Vinnie’s been looking for a way to push us out and have his own goons work these joints. We’re small enough not to be noticed by the mob generally, but Vinnie sees it as his right. The only thing we had going for us was the loyalty we earned from the other owners, by doing it right. Now, though, if he gets to you, by getting to Piper, and gets you to do something stupid, we could have a war. If that happens, win or lose, all our respect and, with it, our legit security contracts will disappear, pretty fucking quick and no mistake.” The bar next door erupted in a loud cheer. “You hear them? That’s the guys that will be out of work if that happens.”
Theo sat for a long minute, absorbing all this. I decided to speak.
“Does that mean you can’t help me?” I almost whispered. If this light of hope was snuffed out I didn’t know what I was going to do.
“Piper honey,” Frost gave me a wide smile, but his eyes held a look of sadness, “I really don’t know what we can do. I can’t risk a war.”
I could feel a lump form in my throat and it was getting hard to breathe. I was going to cry, but I didn’t want to put that on Frost. I wasn’t family. I was just some hooker Theo had managed to cause problems with, but I couldn’t blame him for making the decision he did. And I didn’t want him to think I was trying to guilt him into changing his mind.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying to hold it together, “I need to use the ladies room.”
I put my hand up to tell Theo to stay where he was and made my way out of the room. I stumbled back into the loud, hot, heaving bar. Tina came up to me and I signaled that I was okay, just going to freshen up. I took the tequila she offered me and drank it down. It helped, but I still needed to get out. I needed fresh air, eventually finding it through the door we came in by.
It was really dark outside now, no light pollution or streetlamps save the bar behind me, and the air was beautifully cool on my face. It brought me back to myself and I started to feel angry at the injustice of everything again. Past the bikes parked in front of me, the girls were still riding bare-assed up and down the road and the crowd was still cheering. I needed space, so I headed around the building again. I only made it as far as turning the first corner before I fell against it, my back thudding loudly against the wood.
I leaned forward, my hands on my knees. I felt like I was going to cry, like I was going to throw up, like I was going to explode. I felt a heavy tear run from my eye but suppressed the urge to sob. I had to run. It was the only option left. Just leave and never see Vinnie, Anna, LA, or Theo ever again. But please, I found myself thinking, please just let me see Theo once more.
“I’m so sorry,” Theo said, appearing suddenly beside me. “I really thought Frost would be able to help us.”
‘Us’ he said ‘help us’.
“How did you find me here?” I asked, standing up.
“Sorry. I followed you. I was worried.”
My head was foggy from the liquor. I couldn’t get everything straight in my brain. Frost, Vinnie, Anna, it was all too much. I couldn’t see all of it at once so I couldn’t grasp everything. The only thing I was suddenly sure of was that I wanted to fuck. I could feel my juices gathering in my loins. I needed to fuck Theo, right now.
“Theo,” I said reaching out to take a hold of his vest, “for fuck’s sake, stop saying sorry.”
I pulled him to me. He stumbled slightly but I caught him, pulling him close. I kept hold of the lapels of his vest, keeping him there, his chest pushing against my breasts. I looked up into his handsome face, our mouths just inches apart. If I was never going to see him again, I wanted him. I wanted him right there, right then.
I closed the gap between our mouths. I always tried to avoid kissing the men I was with, so this was my first proper kiss in years. The feel of his soft lips on mine, his sweet breath spiced with good tequila, the caress of his tongue as I gently forced our mouths open, it all made my head spin and my knees go weak. It was his turn to catch me now and he leaned me back against the wall. We kissed again, the sensation of our lips finally touching made me whimper against his mouth. I ran my fingers down his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans and putting my hands flat against his firm, sculptured abs.
He had one hand on the wall by my head, holding himself up, and the other on my back. I broke off breathlessly from his kiss and lifted up my top, holding my tits proudly before him. He tentatively brushed his free hand along the side of my breast, but I wanted him hard and fast and passionate. I reached up and pulled his face to my chest. His mouth on my nipple was gentle at first but quickly grew more aggressive, sending intense flickers of electricity on a direct line to my clit. My pussy throbbed and I could tell I was already pretty wet. I took his hand again and pressed it against my mound, groaning as I forced him harder against me.
I put his middle finger against the denim covering my aching clit, flexing my hips to push my pussy more firmly against him. I reached out to undo his pants as I ground my hidden sex against his hand. As he felt me loosen his jeans, he quickly took his hand away and spun me around to face the wall. He pulled down my shorts, kneeling on the grass to help me take my foot out. I leaned my head against the wooden wall, a surprised gasp escaping my lips as I felt his tongue on the back of my thighs.
I pushed my butt out, helping Theo’s tongue find its way in. His soft touch against the slick lips of my pussy made me writhe in pleasure and, when he hit my most sensitive spot, that same touch made me cry out. I didn’t want to wait any longer. What if we were discovered? We’d never get another chance. I needed him inside me. All I wanted was to fuck someone of my own choosing, for a change.
As if reading my mind, he stopped eating my pussy and stood up. I heard the buckle on the belt of his jeans hit the floor and, in an instant, I felt the firm, thick tip of him pushing at my wet folds. He felt huge against my pussy. I had just enough time catch a single breath before he plunged himself into me, full speed.
“Oh, my GOD!” I screamed as his powerful rod surged its way through my insides. And he didn’t stop. As quickly as he entered me, he pulled back out. The feel of his stiff cock sliding along my velvet walls was delicious but I longed to have him buried deep inside me again.
“God, Theo,” I cried out, “fuck me hard! Don’t stop! Fuck me and shoot your load in my pussy!” He rammed himself back in again, going deeper this time and bringing another wild scream from me. I shoved back with my ass, trying to push him as far inside me as he could. Fuck, he felt good. I realized then I’d been wanting him inside me for a long time. I really liked him, maybe even loved him, and really wanted to make slow, sensual love with him, the kind of beautiful sex where we’d spend days together in bed, discovering every square inch of each other’s bodies. Only it didn’t look like we would ever have that chance, so I’d settle for a fast and dirty fuck. I wanted to be a whore for him. It was my choice. I wanted him to cum inside me so I had some small part of him to take with me when I disappeared. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, this would be so intense and passionate he would pound me to death. I could think of worse ways to go.
Every slam of his hips against my butt brought another moan of pleasure out of me. His rock hard dick felt amazing inside me and I could tell I was close. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an orgasm with a man and I figured I was overdue. His arm wrapped around me, mashing my tits into my chest. I put my free hand on his, making him pinch my nipples and grope me even harder.
My eyes were closed and my head was flung back. I could feel the release building inside me, down at my very core, getting nearer each time Theo’s cock hit that sweet spot deep in my pussy. Just keep fucking me, I thought to myself, pound me, just… one… more… time…!
My entire body lit up like a Christmas tree. Pleasure signals bounced from my lips to my fingertips, from my nipples to my clit, my very skin felt like it was on fire. My knees went weak and my arms flailed around behind me, grabbing his ass, his neck, whatever I could find as he held me up against him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed as he continued to slam his cock into me. Then, with one final, almighty shove, he drove himself harder than ever, my pulsating pussy lips gripping him so tight, and I felt the deep, warm bursting inside me as he let loose his hot seed. Jet after jet of thick cum felt like it was coating my insides and each pulse of his cock threatened to set my orgasm off again until, finally, all those explosive feelings just died away.
***
Breathlessly, we collapsed into the grass, landing on our sides. I let out a final whimper as he slid out of me, then he rolled onto his back.
“Fuck me, Piper,” he gasped.
“I thought I just did,” I smiled. However, inside, I felt like shit. That was it. That was my time with Theo. That would be the last good feeling I ever had. I as I felt his sticky cum leak out of me, I understood that I could never keep any of him with me. Within days, the feel of him, the memory of him, would be washed away, cleansed from my system by pain and suffering. Worse still, whether I went with Vinnie or ran, I would never be able to see him, touch him or feel him again.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and I realized I was sobbing softly. I sat up and covered my breasts with my top. I found my shorts and slid them back over my boots. “Piper, tell me!” he sounded angry and put his hand on my arm. It was an instinctive reaction but I slapped it viciously away. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, after a long pause.
“It’s not you,” I said, not looking at him. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Really?” he said with a hurt tone in his voice. “Well, okay. Let me get the bike.”
“No, please, Theo,” I still couldn’t look at him. “I need you to stay here. And I need you not to follow me.”
“If it was something I did…” he complained. Poor guy. I didn’t want to make him feel bad, but I had to get away from here, get away from him.
“Please, Theo, just stay here for a few minutes?” he didn’t respond so, still without looking at him, I turned, leaned in and kissed his cheek softly, then jumped up and ran to the crowd outside the bar.
***
I found a ride quickly enough. I think he thought his luck was in when this leggy blonde came up to him, asking him to take her home. He was an old, bearded guy named Rat and, as soon as he saw the dark eye makeup smeared down my cheeks, he couldn’t have been kinder or more gentlemanly. He saw me safely home, even though it must have been twenty miles out of his way.
It was still before midnight. So much for my wild, last night of partying. I got into my apartment, went through to my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. The sobbing came again and I didn’t try to stop the tears this time. I heaved and cried, smearing mascara stained teardrops into my white comforter. Every memory of Theo’s face, every recollection of us racing along on his bike, every reminder of his touch, every time I felt like I could still feel him inside me, it all sent me shuddering into despair again. And it wasn’t even that I was going to miss him or wished for more time with him. It was the decision I’d made on the ride home, on the back of Rat’s bike that I was crying about. The only thing I could do, that wouldn’t get Theo or any of Anna’s other girls hurt, was to go with Vinnie. So that’s what I’d decided to do. I just had to get through tonight, first.
When I was finally cried out, I pulled off my boots and left them on the floor. I crawled under the covers in my shorts and tank top, eventually deciding that the shorts were too constricting and slithering out of them, then I fell deep asleep.
***
I stayed asleep right through until only two hours before I had to be back at work. I wondered where Theo was. I felt a little angry and betrayed that he’d left me alone. The one thing I thought I could depend on him for was to not listen and always chase after me but, at the same time, I was grateful that he’d done what I’d asked and hadn’t followed me, for once.
***