Her hands wrapped around my chest tight felt way too good. I circled around the Stinky Goat a few times just so I could feel her against me for a little while longer. Her body in that dress was driving me wild. Her juicy tits were begging to be felt up and the dress was so short I could almost get a peek at that ass. The massive hard-on in my pants wouldn't go away ever since I saw her.
It was Tuesday night at the Goat and the place was packed for a weeknight. It took awhile to wade through the crowd of people and finally find a couple seats at the end of the bar. We passed over my blood stains on the floor from the stabbing. No need to tell Constance that was the spot where it happened. Jimi Hendrix's “Purple Haze” screamed over the loud speaker and two bikers were playing air guitar.
“Nice place,” Constance yelled to me.
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The Stinky Goat was one of the best bars in Sacks County. I waved Randy the bartender over.
Randy clapped his hands and smiled. “Well I'll be damned. Leland King. I didn't think I'd see you here again so soon.”
“Good to see you too, Randy.”
“Everything all okay with the...” Randy did a stabbing motion with his hands.
I put my arm around Constance's shoulder. “Yeah the doc right here fixed me pretty good.”
Randy looked Constance up and down with wide eyes. “Well if that's the case the drinks are on the house. What can I get for you two?”
“Just a beer for me.” I gazed over at Constance and waited for her to choose but she looked so lost. “Get the lady an expensive cocktail.”
Randy rubbed his hands together and flipped a white towel over shoulder. “Coming right up.”
Constance leaned over and I got a nice whiff of that same flowery perfume. She smelled so damn good. “The bartender seems very nice,” she said.
“We've been friends ever since we were kids. But he's only on his best behavior because there's a lady present. Normally he's foul mouthed and rude.”
Randy returned with drinks. “A Guinness for the son of a bitch and a watermelon margarita for his lovely date.”
I took a sip of the beer and watched Constance take a drink. She scrunched up and turned her nose at it. I chuckled and whispered in her ear. “I never said Randy was good at making drinks.”
“Its fine,” she replied, taking another sip. “Just a little too strong for me.”
Once Constance got a little more relaxed from the alcohol, I'd take her back to my place and tear that tight dress right off. She'd look good bent over my bed with her ass in the air.
I felt a slap on the back and looked behind to find Isaac. His long black hair made him look like he was apart of a metal band from the 80's. He was the treasurer of the Rabid Dog MC which meant he took care of all the money. Isaac was smart—almost too smart to be a biker. But we were lucky to have him.
“Glad to see you out and about, Leland,” Isaac said.
“I had to get a little time away from Claire. She was checking in on me every minute.”
Isaac noticed Constance and licked his lips. Down boy! “Who's the chick, Leland?”
“Constance this is Isaac. He's also a member of Rabid Dog.” I turned back towards Isaac. “Constance is the doctor who saved me.”
Everything clicked for Isaac. “Thanks for saving this bastard. But nobody would have noticed if you had let him die.”
I playfully slugged him in the arm. Isaac loved to break my balls. “Pay no attention to him,” I told Constance.
Isaac sat down next to Constance. “You don't want anything to do with this guy,” he said, pointing his thumb at me. “This guy's bad news. Heed my warning, stay away from him.”
“Okay she's had enough, Isaac. Go bug someone else.”
Isaac grabbed my beer and took it with him. He deserved a sucker punch to the stomach later. Randy saw what happened and already began pouring me another.
“Is this where you guys...” Constance searched for the right words.
“No our club house is a few miles from here. We like coming here because there's more liquor.”
“Are there any other members here?” she asked.
I scanned the room. “See that big oaf in the corner with the two girls.” Constance nodded. “That's Big Mike.” I pointed over at the other end of the bar. “That's Cole over there with the gray hair and glasses.”
“Oh yeah, I remember him from the hospital.”
“The rest of the MC are probably back at the clubhouse.”
Constance nursed her drink and looked around acting bored. How could I engage her more? I'd never really been on a date before. My experience was one-night stands. I didn't even know most of their names. All it took was one look from across the bar and they'd be under my sheets within the hour. What do people normally talk about on dates?
“Why did you become a doctor?” I asked, shuffling closer.
Constance returned to me, batting her long eyelashes. She seemed surprised by my question. Maybe that was a good thing?
“It started when I was a kid,” she began. “My parents wanted me to become a doctor since I was six years old. I never dreamed of doing anything else. They pushed me and my younger sister to be the best. Anything lower than an A- wasn't good enough for them.”
I fell into her eyes as she told me her story. I couldn't believe she was opening up to me so much. She was so damn sexy and her deep cleavage was so captivating that it was hard to look away. Randy came over and set a beer in front of me, breaking my concentration.
Constance continued, “When I became a doctor, I thought I'd finally get the recognition I deserved. But my parents only pushed me harder. I cut off all contact with them and they left me with a huge load of student debt to pay off. That was a couple years ago.”
“Damn that sounds rough.”
Constance faked a smile. “Enough about my family. Tell me about yours.”
I was afraid she was going to say that. “I don't want to make tonight anymore depressing than it already is.”
“It's only fair. I told you everything about me. Your turn now.” Constance crossed her arms and gave me a smug look.
I took a long sip of beer. “I grew up in a trailer home with my mom and dad. I had a really good childhood. Randy could attest to that. But when I was eight, I came home early and found my dad...” Don't get choked up, Leland! You're over it now. It's all in the past. I took a breath and continued, “My father committed suicide with a gun.”
“Holy fuck,” Constance reached for my hand on the bar.
“My mom couldn't handle it and sent me away to live with my grandparents. They lived a few blocks down from the Rabid Dog MC and the rest is history.”
“I'm so sorry, Leland. That is so terrible. I can't believe I was complaining about my family when you went through all that.”
“Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. Let's move on.” I waved Randy over. “More drinks, bartender!”
Constance looked around the room. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”
I pointed to the back of the bar. She smiled and left with her purse. I downed my beer and thought the night was going pretty well. Just don't fuck it up, King.
“Mr. King, what a pleasure to see you here.” That voice was like nails on a chalkboard. I turned around to see the one face I hoped wouldn't be here tonight—my ex-girl Skylar. She was my only girlfriend that ended years ago but she was obsessed with me. A tattoo of my name was permanently marked across her chest. Skylar loved walking around thinking she was my property.
“Not now Skylar, not tonight,” I said through clenched teeth, the anger in my belly already rising.
She pouted those big red lips that I thought used to be so sexy. Skylar draped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I tried to shove her away but she was persistent. She blew in my ear and whispered, “Take me home tonight, Leland. I want you to fuck me until I scream.” Skylar grabbed my arm and placed it down her shirt.
I instantly pushed her away and then I saw her—Constance was standing ten feet away. She saw the entire thing. Her head was slowly shaking side to side. I stood up to defend myself but she turned and ran off. I chased after her calling her name over and over again.
I caught up to her outside in the parking lot and grabbed her hand. “Don't go, Constance,” I yelled.
She tossed my hand away. “I'm only gone for five minutes and you already found a whore to keep you warm for the night.”
“It wasn't like that, Constance. Let me explain. She means nothing to me. Skylar is just an ex-girlfriend.”
Shit! Maybe I said too much.
“I knew it was a bad idea to go on a date with you.” I went for her hand again but she slapped me right across the face. “Don't touch me. I never want to see you again.” Her words hurt more than my stinging cheek.
Constance rushed away and left me alone in the parking lot. I really fucked up this time. I went back into the bar with my head lowered. Randy better keep the place open late because I'm going to need to drink for a long while.