Chapter Two
Nicole
Banging on the door woke Nicole from a dreamless and restless sleep. The mattress she lay on creaked as she scanned the unfamiliar room for a clock, there wasn't one to be found. There was only a small window in the room that was high up the wall beyond her reach. It was pouring in sunlight and her room was already heating up. She guessed it was late morning. She'd slept well under the circumstances but had kept being woken up by damn broken springs popping up through the mattress. The good news was she didn't feel fuzzy at all now. Whatever drug Slam had given her must have totally left her system.
She jumped as the banging started again. She supposed she should just be happy that whoever was there had knocked and not just walked in. Standing and stretching, she forced herself to the door as the knocking grew more insistent. She opened it to a guy who could only be describe as an adonis. For the first time in her life her mind had frozen and her breath stalled.
He was tall, about 6ft 5" with broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms covered in black and grey tattoos. His face was angular with light brown eyes that were partially hidden by his thick brown hair that fell over them. His lips glistened like he'd just licked them, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top and Nicole fought the urge to bite it. He cleared his throat, snapping her back into herself. She was mortified. She had stood there openly checking him out. Her face flamed in embarrassment. She wanted to slam the door shut and crawl under the bed covers. That wasn't an option though, she'd have to suck it up.
"Hi," she croaked out, tentatively meeting his gaze.
"Your clothes and shit we got from your apartment." He handed her a large black garbage bag. Nicole noticed his hand was covered in small scars and calluses and his knuckles were scabbed like he'd recently been in a fight. His voice was deep and smooth, she could almost feel it caressing her skin. "Some stuff in there from the club shop too, can't have you wandering around looking like a prissy, uptight bitch." At this point she knew he hadn't been the one to go to her home, otherwise he'd know she was anything but prissy. Hell, she couldn't afford prissy. "You got ten minutes to get your ass in gear and be downstairs. Bar needs restocking. I'm Duke, Fallen VP. Come to me if you have any questions." With that he turned away and left.
It seemed he couldn't get away from her fast enough. It was no wonder since she'd been silent the whole time. Standing and staring at him blankly like a moron. What the fuck was wrong with her? This was so not the time to get distracted by a hottie. Taking a deep breath, she set about getting ready. She didn't want to be a slacker and earn a punishment on the first day. It was time to get herself together and get through this. She needed to stay focused. There was bound to be a lot to take in and she didn't want him to think of her as an air head. No, not him, them.
Opening the bag she found her jeans, shorts, shoes, short skirts and tight tops. In the bottom was her toiletry and make up bags. They'd brought most of her staple wardrobe which was cool, it was what she didn't find that pissed her off. Not one fucking bra or panties that wasn't a thong in the whole damn bag. Bastards! What she wouldn't have given to pack her own bag. Down the side was a paper sack. She knew there was no hope that there would be a good, supportive bra in there. Inside was 6 racer back tank tops with Fallen MC and the burning angel emblem printed on the front.
She hadn't decided yet whether she was relieved or mortified to be being held by another MC. Two years ago she'd spent 3 weeks with Riot MC, so she had a good idea of what to expect. On the other hand, it wasn't an experience she was eager to repeat. She hated the unknown, so for now she'd take all the positives she could get. It was time to embrace the situation and make the best of it.
Her body screamed for a shower and she’d have to make it the quickest one in history. Running out of time, she grabbed her toiletry bag for her shower stuff from the jumble of her clothes she had strewn on the bed. Reaching the bathroom, she opened the bag and froze. Oh great, the fuckers had managed to shove her wand, dildo and lube into what little space was left. As if this whole experience wasn't humiliating enough, now bad ass bikers had found her toys.
Quickly drying her body after her shower, she left her hair damp and dressed in her cut off jean shorts, a black Fallen tank and her comfy red high heels. She went to the sink to use what little was left of the mirror above it. She would have to leave her hair down to dry. It was far to thick to put up damp. After she brushed her teeth, put on a swipe of mascara and pinched her cheeks for colour, she headed to the bar.
Finding the bar was easy by retracing the way to the hallway Slam had shown her last night. Walking in she looked around. The bar itself was made of dark, varnished wood and took up the entire width of one end of the room. The seating filled the rest of the space. Four huge booths were down one side in cracked, green leather with large round tables. The rest were oblong tables covered in carved graffiti with stools surrounding them. Everything looked like it could use a good clean, no doubt that would be her job at some point.
The walls were decorated with vintage MC rally and classic pin-up girl posters. What drew her eyes the most were the different patches from other clubs held to the wall with knives. She knew a biker would tear the patch off another's cut when they killed them and display it as a trophy. Riot MC had done this too. She always thought it was pretty dumb to basically pin evidence of your crimes on the wall. The patches themselves didn't alarm her, it was the sheer amount. They nearly covered the rest of the walls not taken up by the posters and some of the knives speared three or four patches that were layered together. She took a deep breath, swallowed and fisted her hands to stop the shaking she could feel building up. As her dad told her - 'if you can't take it, fake it.'
Movement in the far booth caught her eye. Duke was sat, surrounded by stacks of papers and what looked like books of ledgers. He wasn't looking at them though, he was staring at her. He might have seen her reaction to the walls and was waiting for her to start running or freaking out. But it wasn't her face he was staring at, it was her crotch. A quick glance down showed her that her low-riding shorts exposed the very top of her tattoo that started on her mound. It only exposed the very top and no one had ever successfully guessed what it was without seeing more. Well, he would just have to wonder. She wasn't one for show and tell in a bar.
Her confidence grew the longer he stared and she couldn't help but be flattered that a man like him was looking her way at all. Hiding her smirk, she strutted towards him attempting to seem un-rattled by his attention. She knew with her long legs and big boobs she attracted men. She rarely paid men any attention and none had ever made her feel like she could self combust like he did. He was yet to say anything as she got near him and she was starting to feel awkward just standing by his table. His heated eyes were sweeping over from her shoes up to her hair. A lump formed in her throat at his gaze was scorching her skin, leaving behind a delicious tingle.
Nicole cleared her throat and asked, "Where do you want me?" She was glad her voice had sounded clear this time.
Duke
Holy shit. Talk about a loaded question. Nicole looked like a wet dream personified. He couldn't focus on just one part of her. His dick had twitched in time with her steps towards him. Her shorts were longer than most he saw around here by the fact that they covered the very tops of her thighs, but they were low in the front, exposing the bottom of that smooth, flat stomach. His eyes were drawn again to the art peeking out of her shorts. Every nerve in his body was drawn to it. There were two soft pink rounded bumps showing with a gap between them. They were the peaks of something and his life mission became to see the whole thing.
Her tits had gently swayed with her movements and her damp hair made her look like she just finished having hot, sweaty sex for hours. Her lips betrayed her nerves, they were swollen where she'd been chewing on them for the last couple of minutes. They were deep red and plump, he couldn't help but again picture them wrapped around his cock. Now that she was closer, he could make out tiny gold flecks mixed with the deep green of her eyes. The bitch was stunning and she hadn't even been trying to make an effort. He tried to imagine her styled to perfection in a miniskirt or a tiny dress, but he couldn't get past the vision standing in front of him now.
He realised a good fifteen seconds had passed since she had spoken. Focusing back on her face, he drew on his legendary control and answered, "The bar. Told you it needs restocking. Everything you need is through the door behind it. Give all that shit a clean while your at it. I'm dealing with papers for a couple of hours. Give me a shout if you need help with the lifting." A quick nod was his only answer before she walked away.
He dragged his eyes away from her pert, round ass and down to the accounts on the table. He didn't see them though, in his minds eye he was watching her walk the length of the room to the bar. He pictured her bent over restocking the fridges, her ass stuck up and out ready for him to rip down her shorts and ram his cock in her pink pussy while squeezing those plump globes. Sweat beaded on his upper lip at the image. He necked half his cold beer and rolled the cool glass across his forehead. The numbers in front of him all merged together as his body reacted to every bottle clinked together and shuffle he heard her make behind him.
Two hours went by very slowly and he achieved maybe a third of what he should have accomplished. It would have been even less if he'd moved to the other side of the booth to get a clear view of Nicole. He'd struggled with the temptation the entire time. He could have taken the work into the office and left her to it, but he just couldn't force himself to move. He made all sorts of pathetic excuses to himself; she really shouldn't be left alone, he'd need a new beer in a bit anyway and would just end up coming back, there wouldn't be room to spread the papers out that he was using and so on and so on.
The truth was that he was drawn to her for no good reason other than she was the sexiest bitch to ever walk through this club. There was definitely something else about her though that pulled at him and he kept trying to figure out what it was. So he convinced himself that he'd stayed in the bar on the chance that he could discover what it was. Maybe it was the innocence and fear he could see her trying to hide behind her eyes. Innocence certainly wasn't a trait this club had seen in a while and wasn't easily faked. He ignored her the best he could and kept trying to push his confusion and fascination to the back of his mind.
Some of club sluts entered, sounding like a flock of screeching birds and drew his eyes to the door. There sure was no innocence left in those bitches. They were there to set up before the old ladies and brothers showed up for the monthly barbecue. They didn't have to help but life was made easier for them in the club, especially with the old ladies, if they did. It wasn't as if they had anything else going on in their lives to distract them. They knew how to flaunt themselves and were easy pickings for a drunk brother. Shorts and skirts showing the bottom of asses, tits pushed up and big hair were the norm with these sluts. Trashy, every last one of them. Ideal for a quick fuck. Some had been around a while, others only a couple of months.
He liked the newer ones, they were always enthusiastic and put in maximum effort to please the brothers. They zeroed in on Nicole very quickly. He knew these bitches got territorial with new arrivals, they were sizing up the competition. What they didn't seem to get was that the brothers couldn't care less. As long as pussy was available they were happy, who provided it made very little difference. Sure, some had favourites or club sluts they used regularly but they never bothered if another brother got there first or if the slut left altogether. It was as if the sluts had a collective agreement to ignore what was blatantly going on around them. They always thought they would be the one who was different, the exception to the rule. Pathetic.
“Who the fuck are you?” Helen yelled towards Nicole, leading the pack.
He wasn't surprised that Helen would start the games after seeing Nicole alone in the same room as him. She liked to think she was head bitch, the ring leader of this group of tramps. She always sucked up to the old ladies but never noticed the eye rolls and sneers sent her way as soon as her back was turned, not that they were particularly friendly to her face either. The old ladies tolerated club sluts because they’re part of the lifestyle they've accepted, they do the dirty cleaning and shit the old ladies don't want to, plus, they keep the single brothers and any guests happy.
He watched Nicole turn from what she was doing. He was shocked she showed no outward signs of being intimidated or surprised by their appearance as there were ten bitches giving her death stares.
Keeping a completely blank face she simply answered, "Collateral."
He couldn't take his eyes off the scene, the difference between Nicole and the sluts was very apparent. Even though Nicole was showing plenty of skin, she out-classed these bitches by miles and they knew it too.
"Well, it'll be nice having you do the grunt work for us, we're due a break. Just remember, what we say goes!"
He saw Helen pushing out her chest with her hands on her hips. It was her piss poor attempt at intimidating Nicole. Problem was Nicole’s tits were bigger, fuller and more perky without a bra than Helen’s were with, and all she was doing was drawing his attention to the fact. Nicole stayed silent while her eyes scanned over Helen looking unimpressed. Duke was about to stand and step up for Nicole but at the last second stopped himself. He wouldn't always be around to deal with these sluts, she needed to learn how to handle them on her own. He knew he shouldn’t have worried when he heard her response.
"I'm sorry, who's old lady are you?" It seemed a polite, simple question, yet it tore through the group like the lash of a whip.
Helens face froze with a look of disdain and shock that she was having no effect on Nicole. A smug feeling swelled in his chest and he could admit that he was damn proud of her so far. He quickly realised that she must have spent time with another MC, she knew the hierarchy and that these bitches had no power over her. His cock twitched seeing a devious twinkle in her eye. She was enjoying seeing Helen struggle. Fuck she was hot.
"Listen here, Collateral...."
"You do realise my name isn't actually Collateral don't you?" Nicole interrupted.
Duke couldn't help the deep chuckle that escaped him. Helen swung round after hearing him, only now noticing that he was in the bar and watching this scene unfold.
Turning beet red she sputtered at Nicole, "I'd watch my back if I was you, bitch!"
"I don't mean to be condescending - that means talking down to you - but you really shouldn't make threats when you can't do anything to back it up." Nicole was either a seriously tough bitch or she could put up one hell of a front.
"I can back it up alright! You just wait, you whore!" The screechy voice made his ears ring.
"Whore? That's rich coming from a woman who spreads her legs to whoever happens to make eye contact with her first. But as you obviously didn't understand what I just said, I'll explain slowly. I'm collateral, the club owns me for the time being, so, unless you get permission from a brother or an old lady to kick my ass..... You. Can't. Touch. Me." The self satisfied smile that graced her beautiful face made his cock weep.
Almost shaking with fury, Helen flipped off Nicole, spun around and huffed off towards the kitchen with her posse in tow. Round one went to Nicole. Duke collected his papers together, put them in the safe in the office and returned to the bar. There were other things he could be doing but he was drawn back there.
Leaning against the bar, Nicole glanced his way. He heard her breath hitch, she was trying to seem unaffected, letting her long hair fall forward and block his view of her face, however, her flushed chest gave her away. Duke felt his smugness grow and was even more turned on, if that were possible, knowing he affected her too. He wondered if she was wet and imagining him storming around behind the bar and taking her against the fridges, like he was. He stored that fantasy away and promised his dick he'd make it happen soon. For now he needed to look into those fucking stunning green eyes again. It was time to find out more about this bitch.
"Can I get another beer?"
"Sure." She faced him with a big smile. It was forced, yet still beautiful.
She was obviously pleased with her performance in front of the club sluts. He could tell that she was embarrassed that he'd witnessed it and was faking the full smile attempting to throw him off. No such luck, baby. He could tell this approach must have worked in the past. She was too smooth and confident with it. She must put up this front often. His cock jerked as he thought that there were some things she wouldn't have to fake with him.
Smirking he asked, "So, what other MC did you belong to?" He saw her shoulders jerk, before her body stilled completely.
"I've never belonged to anybody." She forgot to smile, he noted, pleased that he obviously rattled her.
"Ok, so which MC have you had dealings with?" He met her stare, letting her know she wasn't dealing with some simple minded brother, he could see through her crap. She needed to know he wasn't giving up until she gave up the goods.
"I don't have dealings with anyone. That would be my Dad. Why do you think I've had anything do with another MC?" She was trying to steer the conversation her way, but she wasn't going to win with him.
"You know and recognise the structure of one. Pretty big give away. No one outside an MC knows unless they've lived it for a while." She looked pissed off that she had given something away. He pressed "So, which MC was it?"
"Riot. Three weeks."
Her eyes were averted and she spoke the words rapidly. He didn't get the impression that she was lying. Shame, he had some fun ideas on how to make her tell the truth. The thought that any of those rat faced fuckers might have touched Nicole made him want to set each one of them on fire.
"They're whacked. Hardcore in some shit. Bastards don't know when they're beat.” Duke had a thought. “You might just come in handy after all."
Riot had been a pain in their ass since they started their MC a few years ago. They were ruthless but not smart, and Nicole might just be the thing they need to get rid of them permanently.
"I didn't get dragged into any shit. I just cleaned, served and kept my head down." He could tell she was holding back.
"I don't believe that for a second. Pussy that fine don't walk through a club without some dicks trying to get it. You'll know something. You just don't know what you know. Could seem normal there, not important, yet could be quality info for us. It's all business."
"Listen, I don't know anything. Everything that went on was behind closed doors. Please, just leave me out of it."
He could see her face pale, something had gone down at that club for her to be unable to disguise her reaction. She was clamming up with him and he didn't want that. He wanted the info sure, but if some bastard had hurt Nicole they'd be paying for it with blood.
"We'll see, sweetheart. Bar's stocked now. Go rest up for an hour before the brothers get here. It's going to be a long night. Not squeamish are you?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust, then quickly blanked her face again. Yeah, she knew what went on in an MC, definitely.
"Nah. Looking forward to some action." She was trying to act nonchalant by wiggling her eyebrows.
The very idea that she would get involved with some of the shit that happened here drove him into action. Duke charged around the bar and backed her up to the wall. Caging her in with his arms, he bent and brought his lips within an inch of hers. Her perfect fucking breasts brushed against him as she panted from panic or lust, he wasn't sure which and didn't give a fuck at the moment with her soft curves pressed against him.
Starring into her eyes he whispered, "You look for action, you look for me. No other." His eyes drifted all over her face, taking in every detail. Her lips were wet and parted as she dragged air into her lungs. "Fuck. What I could do to that mouth. You said yourself, I own you, so heed my words, baby."
He gently trailed his finger just above her shorts on the skin exposed below her tank. He felt her break out in goosebumps where he touched and her stomach muscles tense. His breath sawed in and out of him, mirroring hers. He pressed his weight onto her for a second, aligning there bodies perfectly. She gasped, feeling his obvious arousal.
Moving away, he forced out, "Get your rest, you're gonna need it."
His voice was gruff, his mouth filled with saliva. She literally made his mouth water. He turned away, grabbed his beer and made his way to his apartment, readjusting his throbbing junk once he was out of her sight.