Vegas
I see Jenn lost in her zone as I’m watching her bounce from foot to foot, enjoying the rhythm of the beat and the song. Feeling left out, I jump in on her solo dance. She’s playing Island In The Sun by Weezer. I feel myself getting swept away in the memories of our younger, more carefree days. Shoulder to shoulder, Jenn and I laugh and smile like the kids we used to be. James joins in, and we’re making a little trio of fun. We try to signal Dana over to us, but she laughs and shakes her head no. That doesn’t last long before Jenn and I tackle her out from behind the bar. James, the sweetie that he is, gets the other security guard, Nathan, behind the bar.
We continue our horrible dance moves that we believed we mastered through the nineties, and belt out lyrics we know by heart. The songs never change. And we don’t change either, never will. We’ll always be the young girls at heart that have grown into bruised women who are fighting for their happiness.
Even though we’ve been on the same road together, we’ve each had our highs and lows, together and separately as well. Jenn, fierce and guarded, can communicate best through songs. She’s giving us this moment, a slice of time that won’t be lost in this world of chaos and pain.
Hips bump, arms up in the air, the dance floor is opening up space for us. We are a force of strength and the bar patrons can feel our energy. Jenn, the girl can sing, pretends she has a mic and points at us while getting lost in her role as a lead singer. For a rare moment, we can see the real, unguarded Jenn. Her beautiful strength shines through in this moment.
Just like old times, Dana and I become her back up dancers and singers, allowing her center stage. We hit our practiced sweet dance moves with a little kid and play and finish with a bang of the old twerk, always a crowd pleaser. The bar erupts into a howl of appreciation and whistles. High-fives and hugs are passed around. The best part of owning your own bar? You can do whatever you want, and with your sisters by your side.
All too soon, the bar closes, tables are wiped down, chairs are placed on table tops, money tallied from the cash register. Handing James a beer, I give him a wink. “You and Jenn have a sleepover tonight?” I tease him with a smile, “You pack Trojans or a sleeping bag?”
James shoots me a glare. “Funny, Vegas. You knocked up yet, Ol’ Lady, going to pop some babies out for that man, huh?” I shudder at his words.
“That’s just mean, James! God, even though someday that will happen, that’s the scariest thought in the world. I don’t even want to know how that actually works or the aftermath.” I shiver again imagining the worst. “Asshole!” I look over at the girls. “Jenn, you and Dana ready?”
Standing up, I hear a, “Yep” from Dana and a, “Fuck, yeah,” from Jenn which makes me look over my shoulder at James. He shakes his head, “Not like that and you know it.”
“Maybe you should take a play from Blade and Axl and claim that woman?”
“She isn’t ready yet. You know, since Blade, you’ve gotten rather nosy,” James scolds.
“Maybe it’s time we all lay the past to rest and move forward and being around Blade made me realize that.”
“I hear you, but, Vegas, some of us are still living in it.” James looks over to Jenn, who’s throwing her purse over her shoulder, then walks our way with Dana. Locking up the door to the office, Jenn walks out with James, both heading toward his truck. I give a silent prayer to the stars above to make love happen for them.
∞ ∞ ∞
The bar area is packed at the clubhouse even though it’s three in the morning. Smells of weed and cigarettes filter through the air. My eyes scan the crowd of brothers playing pool. On the opposite side of the bar, guys watch an orgy of whores touching, grinding and licking each other. Seems like a few of the guys are missing. Must be that Blade and the top men from his crew are still in a meeting. I look away from the show and see that Pawn is behind the bar tending.
“Yo, Pawn, throw me a vodka tonic?” I smile at him, then hand him my purse to put behind the bar for now. Dana sits at my right, handing him her purse, too. Looking to my left, I spot an exotic creature. The bitch is captivating. She’s going to be my friend, just doesn’t know it yet. Anyone this badass will be my friend.
I tilt my chin to her, then point to myself and Dana. “Vegas, this is Dana, you?”
“Kat,” she hesitates looking a little unsure of where I could go next with this exchange.
Pawn settles the score for her. “Vegas is Blade’s Ol’ Lady and Dana belongs to Axl.”
“I don’t belong to Axl.” Dana’s eyes are scrunched together, annoyed he claimed her to him.
“Sure you want to say that out loud where these club whores and their crew can hear you?”, Kat asks questioning her. “Way I see it, if you’re not claimed, good for you, but you also invite those whores to make passes at Axl, or his brothers to do the same to you. Just saying, either way, be sure.” Kat pulls her drink to her dark red lips, her dark brown eyes assessing Dana’s face.
I like her a lot, shoots it right at you, no bullshit. I shoot it back at her, “Who’s claimed to claim you?”
Kat’s lips pick up on one side, “Ah, wouldn’t you like to know?” She puts her glass back onto the bar top.
Pawn puts us out of our misery again. “Tank’s lady.” Kat glares at the little shit for ruining her game.
Dana laughs, “That big pain in the ass is after you, huh? No wonder you could read my face. Misery loves company. Move over here, we need to join forces against those two.”
Dana is usually more centered, but her nerves are shot, and I know it for sure when she orders lemon drop shots. Shit, misery does love company.
“Shit-faced for three coming up!” Pawn not as excited about this as we are. He makes a pitcher of them, sliding three shot glasses our way along with the pitcher.
Dana holds her glass up to us, “Here’s to the love we thought we had, to the love we want, and to the booze to drown out the empty space in between.” The three of us clink glasses and down the shots. They are damn good. And deadly.
An hour or so passes and so does the pitcher. Vodka and lemon hum through our veins. Everything is a whole lot more interesting and fun now.
Kat grabs the joint from Pawn’s hand that he rolled for her. He states with pride, “Straight cut, primo green, not laced, you ladies enjoy.” He smiles like a proud poppa.
Kat pulls the joint to her lips and, with a very nineteen fifties look, leans across the bar to Pawn. He lights her joint, winks at her while she pulls a deep breath in, then passes the joint to me. When in Oz or was it Rome? Well, whatever the fuck it was, I do the same. Pulling in as much weed into my lungs as I can, I then pass it to Dana. She’s never done this before, maybe I’m a bad friend, can’t say I care in the moment, because hello. Dana takes it from me, looks it over, and all our eyes are on her.
A long thick cloud of smoke released from my lungs hypnotizing me. Kat’s already let hers out, and the bar is clouding over. I swear my buzz almost gets busted when Dana takes a small drag. Shocking me to my core. She passes it to Pawn, who drags, passes and blows.
On my turn, I drag and my seat spins around. Blade’s face has the look of a predator in his eyes. Before I can blow out, he fuses his lips to mine, shotguns off my hit. My gaze is transfixed on his powerful eyes, he doesn’t let it go.
Dana takes the joint from me. Pawn passes a new one he just lit to Blade. Blade exhales the drag he took from me. Taking a new drag, he pulls my face to his. This time, I shotgun from his mouth, pulling in his hit into my lungs. He passes the joint to Tank who’s protectively standing next to Kat.
Letting my drag go into Blades face, he smiles. The universal sign of ‘let’s go fuck’. Leaning over me, he kisses my mouth, dragging his strong lips down my jaw, pulling my hair over my shoulder, kissing and sucking down my neck to my ear.
“My girl’s been bad, smokin’ and drinkin’, what was the lemon, Vegas, that I taste on your lips? I love it.” His nose runs up my neck again, then grabs a lime wedge off the bar, and signals Pawn who hands him a tequila shot.
Blade runs the lemon up my neck, placing the wedge between my lips. He shakes some salt on my neck, shoots his tequila, licks up my neck, causing me to shiver, and bites the lemon from between my lips, then tossing it on the bar. Lemon and tequila explode on my taste buds.
In my haze, Blade pulls me up from my chair and seals our lips together, tasting the lemon and alcohol from each other. Fuck that was hot, all of it. I thought between the shots and bud, I was waisted, but Blade intoxicates my soul with his.
His hands run down my ass, squeezing me hard and grinding his dick into me. “Missed you, baby, have a good day at work?”, he questions me in a raspy voice. He sits down in my seat, picking me up and sitting me in his lap.
Dana starts clapping while talking to Kat. “Did you see that? That right there,” she points between Blade and I, “That is how you greet your woman, right there.” Right then Axl lets his drag out, choking and coughing at her words, confessing she wants passion without her realizing what she just did.
“Princess, I have all your needs right here, but it isn’t happening tonight. The first time I take your lips, I will take your body. Just be warned, if you kiss me, you’re mine. I would rather take you sober, but I’ll take you anyway I can, you’re mine. You getting drunk to keep me from you and my bed won’t work. You’re sleeping with me.” Dana stares at him and they stay locked in a silent war, although I can see a little less fight in her eyes.
“Fuck, Blade, he just killed it with that one, that even made me feel a little shaken up.” I look at my best friend and feel so happy for her.
“You dickheads are really putting me in a tight spot here.” Tank looks a little lost for once. Obviously, Kat is this man’s kryptonite.
“Easy, lady killer, you don’t have to confess your undying love for me. Keep it casual, big guy.” Patting his chest, she turns back to face the bar. I’m a whole lot out of my mind right now, but even I can see the desire in her eyes for a love like that. Damn, Tank, I’m going to dig right in the middle of this later.
Blade shakes his head like he can read my thoughts. Killjoy, I tell him back since we can communicate with facial expressions now.
∞ ∞ ∞
The next morning, maybe noonish, Dana and I are in the kitchen cooking a crap ton of sausage, bacon, potatoes and eggs. I’m hung over as hell, but also hungry. That’s odd, but considering what we did last night…
My eyes glaze over remembering…
Blade pulled me into the room turning the music on his small speaker. Our bodies were so hot for each other’s touch. I slowly took my clothes off for him. Stripping my body bare, I danceed for him in this small space. I felt his possessive eyes tracing the lines all over my body. The body that he owned, he owned every part of me. I crawled over to him and kneeled on the floor to remove his boots and socks. Blade lifted his ass up to pull his boxers and pants down to his knees. My hands removed them the rest of the way for him as he grabbed his shirt to lift it over his head. I saw his arm muscles jumping at the movement.
“Touch yourself, show me your hot cunt. Touch my pearl, get it hot for me.” Blade tugged his dick, hard and upright. The sight had my chest expanding, panting breaths of my desire for him. Getting lost into the song on the speakers, I threw my head back, letting my hair touch my ass. I started massaging my tits, pulling on my nipples and twisting them for him.
“Now, Alessia! Touch my pussy, I want to see your wet cunt coat your fingers, baby.”
Doing as he asked, I spread my pussy lips apart, and two fingers dipped inside, then moved to my clit with slow, hard strokes, then back inside, then back to my clit a few more times.
“Stop.”
My eyes found his just as he was reaching for my head, pulling me toward his dick. “Suck me, baby, suck me hard. Don’t stop touching your pretty little pussy, make us come, baby.”
And I did it until we both came. Blade pulled me to sit facing him in his lap and started playing with my wet cunt. I felt him getting harder for me again. Laying me on my back on his bed, he licked and sucked my pussy until I came, then licked me all clean. He slowly lifted himself up and over me, then slid inside in one smooth thrust. We loved and caressed our sweaty bodies until the sun came up…
“Is this bitch still high?” I snap out of it when I hear a sarcastic Kat ask Dana about me while she’s drinking her black coffee. She eyes me like a puzzle that she needs to solve.
Dana answers, “Nope, I think she’s hungover and still high on Blade though. I asked her how the rest of her night was, and she got this faraway look in her eyes. She was day dreaming, didn’t want to shake her out of it.”
“Must have been one hell of a fuck then,” Kat reasons with Dana.
Turning to them, I respond, “Oh, it was. I think Blade knows G-Easy turns me on. He played Lady Killer, song gets me so hot. It was like we were in our own porn. The world a faraway place. Clothes came off, touching ourselves, then each other. Fucking till the sun came up. Every orgasm he owns. Never felt anything so strong. His intensity wraps around my thoughts and heart and I bow to whatever that man gives me.”
I notice Dana making faces. “Dana, what is that face for?” Why can’t she appreciate this story? Annoyed at her facial expressions I stop talking.
“You kind of got lost in your lovers’ monologue to realize who’s standing behind you.” The tart little bitch looks pleased that I was caught.
“OH!” Turning around, I see that, behind me to the door, Blade, Axl and Tank are all smiling ear to ear.
“Hey, you guys hungry?”, I ask, hoping they’ll all drop it. Reaching for a cup for Blade, I fill it with coffee, and hand it to him as he bends down and gives me a big kiss.
“Not as hungry as you are. Word of advice, though,” Tank says chewing on a piece of bacon. “Keep that story to yourself, because if I was a bitch, I would try to jump your man’s bones the first chance I got.”
“Whatever, Tank,” I roll my eyes at him. “The girls are heading out to the gym, then work. Kat, are you coming to work out with us?”
“No,” Kat states. “I have to look for a job, I need a new start, I’m not going back to nursing.” She is sitting in a chair sipping on her coffee and wearing Tank’s shirt. Looking at Dana, I see that she’s also wearing Axl’s shirt, and he looks happy about it. I’m the only one dressed in clothes, well, my workout clothes.
“You can work at the bar, I have another project I’m starting, you can cover my shifts. If you find something else, good, if not the job is yours,” I shrug like it’s not a biggie. At least now I don’t have to find another person to run the bar. Win- win.
“Okay, let’s eat, then we’ll go.” Just like that, Kat joined our circle.
“I’m coming today,” Axl informs us.
Dana turns, “To do what? Watch us work out?”
“No, I’m going to watch you work out. And make sure you all don’t get blazed to and from anywhere else.” Axl gives Dana a pointed look. I don’t know if he’s mad about it because she was high or that she did it to keep him at arm’s length last night.
Dana roll her eyes. “Doesn’t matter, you’re not my man, you can’t stop me!”
“Doesn’t matter? The next time your friends hand you pot, just say no! Better yet, I’ll kick Pawn’s ass for giving it to you. Did you hear that, Pawn!”, Axl yells back at her. He follows her back out the door, still arguing with her.
Kat whistles low, “When those two finally get it on, it will be hot.”
“That’s what I keep saying, a slow burn into an inferno.” We hit knuckles in agreement.
∞ ∞ ∞
Kat, Dana and I take the Tahoe to the gym. Well, we were driven by our guard who is in the front seat talking on his phone. Axl, just like Blade, wouldn’t allow me to drive my own car. He stole the keys and locked just the front door against my protests. Idiot.
Stretching out my tight muscles, I catch Jenn walk through the door to the gym, with James chatting with Axl as she walks over to our group.
“What the hell did you bitches do last night without me! You smell like weed and a hangover still. Look me in the eyes, Dana. Did they pop your blaze cherry and I wasn’t there? I’m so freaking pissed I wasn’t there. Who the fuck is this?” She looks over to Kat who stands straight up.
“Vegas, and I popped your girl’s cherry. She was so sweet too,” Kat mocks her. “Oh, fuck, Axl looks a little mad right now.” She points her black long nail to Axl and James who walked up closer.
Jenn starts laughing, “I’m Jenn, you are sticking around because I can use you now that these two are getting all domesticated. And Axl is giving you some hateful looks. I can’t wait for you guys to spill what happened last night.”
“That’s my cherry pie, you girls won’t be popping anymore of her cherries, the rest are mine!” Axl sounds possessive, a little hurt even.
I feel a little bad, but not really, so I goad him in. “Axl, I’ve popped so many of her cherries over the years, she’s been mine way before yours. I’ve tasted her Cherry Chapstick…”
“Have not, no, you have not!”, Axl growls back at me.
Dana walks over to Axl, keeping the rouse going, touching his arm. “We were in high school, wearing our white nighties, watching a movie. I said, ‘I wonder what it was like to kiss.’ We turned into each other...”
Axl does outright growl, picking Dana up, and her legs wrap around his waist. Pinning her to the wall, her hands are in his hair as he claims her lips and body. Fuck, they just went legit.
“Hang on, girl,” I cheer her on. Hmm, he’s got good technique.
“Can I start my class, or should we wait for them to finish?” Matt, our workout instructor and new friend, asks.
“Matt, this is their first real kiss, be a peach, yeah, and let them ride this one out? Besides this is good for business. These chicks are so worked up watching, they are going to work hard to work off that show.” I turn my focus back to said show.
Matt chuckles, “Just too bad I’m not that into it.”
Axl still has no room between himself and Dana. Dana’s feet are at least on the floor now. He pulls back a little to peck her lips and turns around with a monster woody in his shorts. Then he walks up to me and barks in my face, “Mine.”
“Dude, we’ve never kissed and never will,” my hands go up in defense. “She’s my sister, you freak, you need to work on your bullshit game. It’s been hella week. Go take a cold shower before I puke!” I wave my hands for him to go away.
“Don’t need a cold one.” Axl grabs Dana’s hand and drags her into the locker room. James is standing in front of the door. They got the bro code down pat.