I’ve been in Australia for a while. When I arrived I visited Sydney, then Melbourne, and now I’m in Adelaide. First thing I did when I arrived here was change my image. Well, my hair cut anyway. I’m known for my dark curls but I want to be different. I needed something edgier, so I had the sides shaved shorter and the top longer which flops over into a wave. It’s modern and definitely hard rocker. It’s the new me.

I’ve been traveling all over Australia trying to get my head into a better space, and my body working again. I’ve been doing the touristy thing, but mostly I’ve been visiting bars and strip clubs. My aim is to visit all the best strip clubs in Australia. I need to get back in the swing of things.

I’ve been trying to bury my cock in foreign pussy, but for some reason my cock isn’t working. I can’t seem to bring myself to do it, or if I get close I can’t get it up. I’m positive looking at naked women will help my cock rise to the occasion again. But so far no luck.

I’ve been traveling for three months and it’s now December. I’m not used to it being so hot around the Christmas months, but I’m finding it refreshing to be somewhere entirely different.

Tonight, though, I’ve been drinking heavily, going from club to club. There’s still no action in the cock department, and I’m seriously thinking he’s effectively broken. So much so, he needs an ‘Out of Order’ sign. Maybe I should get that tattooed on him as a reminder that Ella effectively broke my cock, and now I’m going to be a celibate shell of an ass for the rest of my miserable goddamned life.

The cabby brought me to the best strip club this side of Adelaide apparently, or so he said. As I stumble out of the cab I throw a fifty at him, he smirks and drives off leaving me at the entrance. The large double doors look heavy, and in my state I’m not sure I can handle them, but I lean on the door and it sways as I stumble through the entrance and into the dimly lit nightclub. There’s three stages to my right and a bunch of booths to my left with a bar up the back.

Hiccup.

Lick by Joi plays with its high pitched chiming bell sounds and thumping hypnotic beat through the speakers. As I look around I notice from the corner of my eye one woman up on the stage. I turn to face her as she swings around the pole, her two-toned pink fading to yellow hair grabs my attention as it flares out perfectly. I stop on the spot and stand taller watching her as she continues her mesmerizing dance. Moving in time with the music she stands back up. She’s only wearing a white bra and panty set, but her small frame with curves that won’t quit, make me want to grab her hips and thrust into her from behind. My cock twitches and I look down at my pants as he starts to stir.

I look back up at the beauty to see her face, her cute little button nose highlights her perfect doe eyes. I can’t make out the color as it’s too dark but her eyes are big and her lashes go on for days. Her big pouty smirking lips make me take in a deep breath as she looks out into the crowd. I imagine them wrapped around my cock, sucking it like a pro.

Then a miracle—my cock stiffens completely.

After being certain my cock was permanently broken, I’m sure I hear the Hallelujah Chorus playing loudly in my ears. My eyes open wide as I run my hand over my pants just to make sure—and yep, we have lift off. I chuckle as I continue to look at this beauty in front of me. She has tattoos littered up her side—stars I think—that run from her panties all the way up to her armpit on her left.

Fuck me if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Licking my lips as my cock throbs in my pants, I gaze at her and really look. She’s stunning, but not in a slutty way. She’s not your typical stripper, she has some class behind her. I’m sure she doesn’t belong on stage, more like in the pages of a magazine.

This girl’s a knockout that’s for sure, and she’s seriously doing overtime on my libido right now. My cock is throbbing so hard I can barely stand it. I can’t help but get excited at the fact that someone has finally broken my curse. A woman has brought me back to life and not just any woman, this pink and yellow haired goddess on stage.

I stumble up to her podium and whistle in excitement at her being my savior. I throw some money at her, she deserves to be rewarded for fixing me. She looks down and our eyes connect, while something surges through my body and smacks me right in the chest as her eyes meet mine. Now I notice her eyes are a brilliant blue, and as she smiles warmth floods right through my body. It shakes me to the core as she laughs while bending down and picking up the cash I’ve thrown on her podium. As I look at her I can’t help but think she has to be the best-looking babe in all of Australia. I know I’m wasted, but clearly I don’t have my beer goggles on right now.

“You’re beautiful,” I call out.

She giggles as she bends down grinding her ass cheeks into my face. My cock hardens even more which makes me grin from ear to ear. A sudden rush of something flows through me, energy, endorphins, complete drunkenness, I’m not sure but my head spins and I fall flat on my back. I don’t even care that I’m on the floor because that amazing woman touched me and has given me my manhood back. Plus, I’m buzzed up like a bee right now, I’m so tanked.

Suddenly, a burly man with a short brown beard appears over me offering me a hand as I laugh at myself. “Here dude, grab my hand.”

My eyes roll around in my head, but then they focus on the guy as I reach out for his hand and he pulls me up. I stumble slightly, but he leans against me for support.

“You okay, mate?” His all Australian twang makes me want to laugh, as I exhale and shake my head.

“Think I’ve drunk a bit too much.” A hiccup erupts from my mouth almost as loud as a belch.

“Coffee, Vin. Black and strong,” the guy calls out to some guy apparently called Vin. I’m not paying too much attention as to who Vin is while he directs me over to a booth. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”

Throwing my hands in the air I laugh through my drunken stupor. “I’m a rock star! Or I was when I played on tour with Staked and Slayed.”

The guy opens his eyes wide, just like they all do when I mention the greatest bands in fucking history. “You played with Colter fuckin’ Slade?”

“Yeah, yeah, Colter fucking Slade. Fuck, my chest hurts.” I clutch at my peck as it aches in agony at the mere thought of Ella. I fall into the seat clenching my eyes while my breathing becomes harsh.

 “Fuck, man… are you all right?”

“She broke my fucking heart!” I yell at the top of my lungs needing to let out some of my pent up frustrations. Today’s a bad day, I heard through the grapevine that Ella and Chad got engaged, and I’m having trouble dealing with that little snippet of information.

“Girl troubles, hey?”

Opening my eyes my head bobs up and down like a kid as I try to focus on the guy who’s now sitting in the booth near me. “I love her, man. Fucking love her. I gave up my life for her. Moved to England. I even wanted to marry her.” He nods his head. “I was a player, you know? A downright fucking bastard to women and she changed me. She fucking changed me. And then she broke me. The fucking whore!” I rest my head in my hands trying my hardest to stop the tears from forming.

“Well man, maybe you’re better off?”

My head flies up and I glare at him. “Better off? Better off! She’s off and in love with Chad fucking Everly, and I’m in Australia with no band and a fucking broken heart. She’s a fucking bitch. No, she’s a fucking whore. She’s the fucking love of my life, man. And I lost her to the fuckwit, Chad!”

“Well, if you want my advice—”

I sit up taller. “Yes, please… help me!”

He chuckles. “You need to let her go, mate. Get back on the horse. You’re obviously American by the accent. Aussie chicks will dig that. Get balls deep in some Aussie pussy and forget all about… what’s her name?”

“Ella…” My chest tightens and I feel like I want to hurl just speaking her name out loud.

“Forget all about this Ella! And as for your band… what’s it called? What happened to it?”

“Maybe you’re right. I came to Australia to get away from England. I went back to America for a while, but I need to travel and get as far away from her as possible. That’s why the band is broken. Because I’m in Oz and they’re in the States. We’re called Recoil… and the name’s Danger by the way.”

His mouth drops open a little like he’s shocked. “Oh shit, dude! I do know you. I’ve heard a couple of your songs on the alternative stations. You guys are fuckin’ good. Why don’t you get your band mates to come down under? You can gig in our clubs?”

Raising my eyebrows, I grin widely wondering what that means. “Our clubs?”

“Yeah! The name’s Steel. VP of the Satan’s Savages MC. We have patched members who own a few clubs and bars around town, and we can get you guys playin’ in them if you want?”

Nodding my head, I take in a deep breath. “Well, shit, dude… I don’t know what to say.”

He smiles and nods. “Talk it over with your band mates. See if they want to come over here. And if they do, here’s my card. We can hook you guys up to play the club scene in this state. Maybe get you goin’ interstate too and playin’ at our other clubs. Techie’s in tune with the music biz, he might know a few people in the Australian music industry. I’m sure he can help you guys.”

Running my fingers through my hair, I shake my head slowly in shock. “Fuck, man. You’re like a biker guardian fucking angel.”

He smirks and hands me his card with his number on it. I don’t tell him that the band isn’t actually together. I’m going to have to work like fucking shit to convince them to not only take me back and reform the band, but to fly out to Australia and play here when their lives are in the USA. This might be a hard sell but sometimes a sea change is just what’s needed.

The pink haired beauty from the stage comes into my line of sight, making my cock twitch instantly as she slides into the booth next to Steel.

“Hey Lunar, this is Danger,” Steel says.

I smirk at her name. Lunar. I knew she was out of this world.

She smiles, looking me up and down. “The drunk guy throwing cash at me, hey. Thanks for the tip big guy.”

“My pleasure, Cotton Candy.” I smirk and she furrows her brows at me.

“Cotton Candy?”

“You’re hair, it reminds me of it.”

“It’s called fairy floss here, big guy.”

“Would you rather be called fairy or candy?” I tease, and Steel smirks at me as Lunar furrows her brows.

“Candy I suppose, but why would you call me that?”

“Because of your hair… it looks delicious.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “You want to eat my hair?”

“I want to eat part of you that’s for sure,” I murmur.

She opens her eyes wide, while Steel clears his throat with a slight chuckle.

“Well, I’m club property. So as much as you might like candy, you sir, cannot get a taste of this fairy floss.” She slides out from the booth grinning at me, and as I smile back at her my cock strains inside my pants again and that’s just from looking at her.

Chuckling, I shake my head. I’m not used to having a woman talk back to me, it’s actually kind of refreshing. She saunters off toward the back room and I slump down in the booth shaking my head.

“That was real fun to watch,” Steel quips.

I turn my attention back to him. “Sorry, what?”

He chuckles. “I don’t know if this is you normally, or if it’s just you ‘cause you’re smashed, but you’re my type of guy. Giving it to Lunar like that was great. She gets a boost in confidence when men show interest in her. She could use a boost right now.”

“Why the fuck would she need confidence boosting. She’s the fucking hottest babe in Australia. Between you and me, I’ve had a hard time getting my cock up since Ella left me, and walking in here and seeing Lunar my cock was like bam… hard as a rock.”

“Oka-a-ay overshare—”

“No, seriously you don’t know how much this means to me, she’s given me my manhood back. I thought…” I duck down and lean in closer to him, “… I thought my cock was broken, man. Seriously do you know what that does to a guy? How inadequate you feel. How demoralized you feel? Fuck dude, my ex fucked with my head and the instant I saw Lunar it was like that all vanished for a brief moment. Sure, I might be slightly intoxicated right now, but Lunar… she’s going to fix me. Not me… my cock, right?”

Steel smirks and then chuckles. “Technically she belongs to the club. She’s a club girl, which means only the brothers can have sex with her. She was my go-to girl—”

I grimace. “Oh shit! Sorry man. I didn’t know—”

“No, it’s fine. She isn’t anymore. I have this other woman that I’m… anyway, technically, she should go back into the hands of the club for my other brothers—”

“Like your actual brothers? Dude, that’s kind of weird?”

He chuckles. “Not my actual brothers. The men at my club are called my brothers because we act like brothers, like a family, we’d do anything for each other.”

“So Lunar has been with a lot of your brothers then?”

He tilts his head and nods. “Before she was strictly my girl, yeah, she was open to the club.”

“This feels weird, like I’m hitting on your ex.”

He chuckles. “Lunar and I were never a couple. It was purely sex. We’re just friends. I guess what I’m sayin’ is, I could give Lunar the leeway to either stay in the club or explore other options. The choice is ultimately hers, though.”

“Right, and those other options would be?”

He shrugs. “Leave the club. But I’m not entirely sure she’d do that unless it were for someone special.”

Opening my eyes wide, I shake my head. “Hey, I’m not looking for a girlfriend here, dude, just somewhere to wet my cock.”

Steel laughs. “Well, either way, I’m not sure you’ll have much luck with Lunar without a patch, brother, but you’re free to give it a go in my eyes.”

“A patch?” I ask.

“Geez, you really know nothin’ about bikers do you?” Steel asks and I shrug as he chuckles. “C’mon let’s get that coffee into you, sober you up a little, before the end of Lunar’s shift.”

I pick up the mug that was placed down in front of me at some stage—I hadn’t even noticed it arrive—and take a sip of the burning hot liquid.

 

***

 

Lunar saunters out of the back room at the end of her shift, and after talking to Steel for another hour or so I’m feeling slightly less inebriated. I’m still drunk, just less on the wasted scale. Lunar comes over sliding in next to me, and immediately my cock springs to attention even though she’s fully dressed.

“So big guy, I see you’re still here. You going to be some serial stalker now?” she asks.

Smirking, I tilt my head. “Why are you into that kinda thing?”

She laughs. “No, not really, it’s needy and adolescent.”

Tilting my head to the side, I smirk. “There’s nothing teenager about me, Candy. I’m all man.”

Her eyes take me in as they run up and down my body, and she half smiles. “I can see that. With all those tattoos, piercings and what not. Yeah, you’re a real bad boy aren’t you?”

“Are you mocking me?”

Steel chuckles and stands up to walk away leaving us alone together in the booth.

She nods her head matter-of-factly and grins. “Why, I do believe I am, wannabe rock star. What? Can’t handle the heat?”

My cock twitches in my jeans, and I shake my head rubbing my chin. I’ve never had a chick talk back to me like this, Ella certainly never would have. I wince slightly thinking about her and Lunar’s smug smile falters.

“Wow! I really have dented your ego,” she says, and I shake my head.

“No, it’s not that, I was just remembering something. You’re quite the little firecracker, aren’t you?”

She turns looking me right in the eyes, her piercing blue eyes send a tingle straight down my spine as she leans in so close I can smell the fruity essence on her breath. “You have no idea how much of a fire I can light, Danger. You’re not the only one who can have a little danger about them.” She leans in so close, her lips are millimeters away from mine.

If I push forward a tiny bit I could taste her lips. She smiles and licks her bottom lip seductively then moans with a little sexual undertone which makes every inch of me tingle as she giggles and slowly backs away. “You’re not ready for a woman like me, Danger.”

My body slumps and I shake my head as the tension ebbs slightly. “Fucking hell, Lunar, I think I’m so ready for a woman like you.”

She leans back in the booth and pulls out her cell from her handbag. “Well, in that case, I probably shouldn’t be doing this but put your number in here and maybe I might call you… maybe.”

Chuckling to myself, I take her cell and program in my number, then ring my cell to make sure I have her number too.

She grins shaking her head. “Sneaky… you’re heading into that stalker territory again there, big guy.”

I shrug and grin. “Sometimes we all gotta go a little stalker.”

She looks over her shoulder to where Steel is standing by the door obviously waiting for her, then turns back to face me. “This has been interesting. Don’t lose your cool edge, Danger, or I’ll lose interest.”

“So you are interested?”

“What did I just say?”

“Okay, I like this bossy side of you. It’s new for me,” I tell her with a chuckle.

“Normally you have chicks throwing themselves at you?” She raises her brow.

“Well… yeah, in a word.”

She giggles. “Well sorry, but you gotta work for this candy, baby. Look… I gotta go. Club and all. But I’ll see you round.”

“Maybe,” I tease.

She smiles and nudges my shoulder. “There you go, you do know how to play. Night, Danger.” She slides out of the booth.

I wink at her as she waggles her ass from side to side walking off with Steel. Pulling in a deep breath I wonder what the fucking hell I did to find such an amazing beauty like her. I might still be drunk, but Lunar is definitely someone I need to get to know. And definitely, someone I need to sink my cock into.