Dealing with the Sheriff was easy enough. Of course, with hundreds of bikers descending upon Torver, there would have to be a strong police presence at the AGM, but the chief assured Blaine that the officers assigned to duty that weekend were all going to be friends of the club. The kind of friends that knew how and when to turn a blind eye. It only took five thousand bucks, and Blaine was prepared to offer him ten. He folded the envelope stuffed with the extra five grand and shoved it into his jacket pocket. He chuckled and thought to himself, ‘what a deal.’ The actual cost had been five thousand plus a quick blowjob from Lizzie.
Blaine didn’t want to have anything to do with the woman but had to admit that she knew her way around a dick. He had stepped outside Philbert’s office to let the girl do her work and the Sheriff blew his load in under 3 minutes.
He had promised her drinks together, and hell, she deserved it.
They pulled into the parking lot of Funkman’s. ‘What a stupid fuckin’ name,’ he thought to himself as he shut off his bike. It would be good to get some space between him and Lizzie, she had been pressing her tits into his back a little too forcefully, and unnecessarily, there was plenty of space on his bike with his sissy bar in place.
The hijinks and drama that followed Lizzie never ceased to amaze him. Some pretty young girl spilled beer on her and she lost her mind. If he was the type to be embarrassed by another person’s behavior, that would’ve been a prime opportunity. He could tell the pretty blonde girl had been flirting with him, but that’s the last thing he needed; a college girl looking for a bad boy to bring home to mommy and daddy.
He felt her gaze before he saw her. The pretty brunette from the gas station was seated across from all of the beer tossing drama with her eyes open wide like saucers. He suddenly felt very embarrassed by the actions of his company. Lizzie acted like the piece of trash she was. He felt his cheeks redden, and was thankful for the coverage his beard provided. ‘Why does this girl have such an effect on me?’ He wondered.
When she offered to pay for Lizzie’s dry cleaning, he was shocked. Lizzie had been a total cunt. How could someone be so good? She was way too virtuous for a guy like him. Paying for their lunch had been the least he could do. And he had learned her name out of the deal – Olivia. If only he hadn’t been tongue-tied, he could’ve sat down and talked to her. Wait, shit. No, he couldn’t have. That jealous bitch Lizzie would’ve lost her mind. He blew the chance to find anything about Olivia. There was something about her that intrigued him. She was plain by society’s standards, but there was something in her eyes that lit a spark in him, and thoughts of her were beginning to drive him mad.
He was glad that they left Funkman’s quickly, he had risen to half-mast thinking about clenching his hands around that wide-eyed girl’s - Olivia’s - ass and pulling her towards him. On the bike, Lizzie had noticed the state of his staff and she pressed herself closer to his back, assuming his hard-on was in response to her tits.
They rumbled into the clubhouse parking lot and Lizzie got off the bike in a huff.
“I thought we were going to stop at the lake and smoke this joint.” She pouted and pulled a spliff out of her bag.
“Sorry, Liz. I’ve got way too much to do today.”
“It would’ve only taken a minute or two.”
“I’m sure that’s very true.” Blaine smiled and threw his arm around her shoulder. No sense being mean to the woman, when all she wanted was, well, him.
Lizzie was thrilled and tried to pull into him for a kiss. Blaine wasn’t having it.
“I haven’t forgotten where those lips were just a few hours ago.”
“Fuck you,” Lizzie said. She pushed him away and stomped off into the clubhouse in a huff, almost knocking Zeb over in the doorway.
“Woah, what did you say now?” Zeb laughed. He took a seat in one of the plastic chairs in the parking lot, cracked a beer, and handed a second one to Blaine. Blaine pulled up a faded green lawn chair beside him, stretched out his long legs, and took a big swig of his beer. The cold beer tasted great, and Blaine leaned his face back to soak in some of the early summer sun.
“Ugh. Don’t worry about it. Lizzie’s just being Lizzie,” Blaine said.
“How did it go with the chief?”
“Good. Better than expected, actually. Got everything we needed for about five grand. Well, and Lizzie threw in one of her specials to seal the deal.”
“Hah. She is damn talented that one.” Zeb smiled with a glint in his eye.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Oh, come on. You’ve never been sucked off by that woman?”
“Nope,” Blaine grunted.
“That’s probably why she wants you so much,” Zeb surmised. “You should give her a go, great stress reliever.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Blaine said. His mind was imagining another set of lips on his cock, Olivia’s, with her big blue eyes gazing up at him.
“Don’t get too comfy there. I need another favor today.”
Blaine sighed and sat up. The sun felt so good. All he wanted to do was sit in the parking lot, drink beer, and get high.
“Sure man. What is it.”
“I’ve got a delivery going out from Ed’s factory to a meeting point in the barn by Parker’s field. I need you to make sure it gets there – and make sure the payment gets back here.”
“What time?”
“The guys are heading out at two. Take Skinny and Crater with you. And make sure you’ve got some firepower between the three of you.”
It had been a long time since Blaine had done any fieldwork. It surprised him that he was getting pulled back into the action, but it also excited him. He needed to do something to keep his mind busy. He kept replaying his interaction with Olivia and was kicking himself for not getting her number, or at least her last name. ‘Ah, fuck it. He thought. She’s way too innocent for me – I would ruin her.’
He drained his beer and leaned into the cooler to grab another. He had a couple of hours to kill before he headed out.