Ash stood behind the girl...he thought she’d said her name was Valerie, but he’d already forgotten it. It wasn’t like that was so important. He’d call her darlin’ or baby for the night...women liked that...and then he’d drop her off at home and would probably never see her again, so it wasn’t worth stressing over. What he wanted to concentrate on was how good she smelled and how soft the skin was on the side of her face that was pressed into his...and the curve of that sweet ass...so close to his crotch. “You’re not holding it right, darlin’. Here, let me show you.” She was bent over the pool table and Ash was bent over her. He wished the table was a bed and they were back in his room at the club. It had been too long since he’d gone out and gotten laid; he was dying inside. “Here,” he said, putting his hand on top of hers and sliding it to where he wanted it on the pool stick, “That’s it, really grab onto it. Feel that hard stick in your hand.” She gasped lightly, obviously catching the innuendo in his tone. He smiled against the side of her face and then let go of her and stood up, so he could watch the action from behind. He almost knocked Sledge over, and when he realized he’d positioned himself so that he could watch too, Ash punched him in the arm. “Pervert,” he mouthed. Sledge laughed and nodded. He hadn’t found him a girl for the night yet, so he was eyeballing the one Ash had picked out. That was fine because Ash knew his buddy understood that he’d already staked his claim. Sledge would look and drool, but he’d keep his hands off.

The girl, Valerie or Vanessa...something with a V...pulled back her arm and then pushed the stick forward. The tip of the stick scratched into the table and sent the white ball flying into the air. It jumped over the ball she was aiming for, slammed back into the table and went into the corner pocket. “Damn,” she said, standing up. “I suck.”

Ash looked at Sledge and mouthed, “I hope so,” before putting his hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Aw, darlin’, it’s just practice like everything else. I’ll bet you have lots of talents.” She blushed, and he said, “Let’s get a drink and give the pool table a rest for a while.”

She put the stick down and he offered her his arm. Sliding hers though it, she hugged up to him so that he could feel the side of her full breast against the exposed skin of his arm. His cock was already swelling. He led her over to the bar and ordered them both a drink. This was the third one he’d bought for her, so he knew what she wanted. He could also tell that it was starting to affect her. She was getting more giggly and touchy-feely. He would encourage her to leave before they had another. Ash didn’t like fucking drunk women, unless he knew them. He always wanted to be sure that the woman was willing. He’d had an incident once...one that he could hardly remember...but it haunted him to this day. He didn’t want it to ever happen again.

They had their drinks and listened to the music for a while. Vanessa...that was it, Vanessa...she was there with a friend who had been preoccupied with a man all night. It was just about midnight when she said, “I really should find Sarah and see if she’s ready to go.”

“So soon?” Ash asked, feeling his chances at getting laid dwindling down to which girls had yet to pair off at the club.

Vanessa smiled. “Well, if I wasn’t riding with Sarah I’d stay a little longer, but she told me to make sure I dragged her out of here by midnight. She has to work tomorrow.”

“Well then, I can fix that. You can send your friend on her way and I’ll drive you home. You haven’t even danced with me yet.”

She blushed. “You didn’t ask me to dance.”

“Damn, I’m sorry, darlin’. I could have sworn I told you how much I like to dance. My mother was a dancer. She taught me all kinds of fancy moves.” Vanessa put her hand over her heart.

“Aw, that’s so sweet. Okay, let me find Sarah. I’ll be right back.” He watched her go, enjoying the view, and sat back down to finish his drink. About that time Sledge passed him with a petite redhead on his arm.

“We’re headed back to my place,” Sledge said, “You staying with me or at the club tonight?” Sledge had his own apartment; Ash lived in a room at the club. He told everyone that he felt more comfortable doing his job as an enforcer, being so close to the club all the time. The truth he’d never admit to anyone was that he hated the idea of living completely alone. He liked his privacy, but his room afforded him that when he needed it. He liked being able to almost always find someone in the kitchen or the great room, or taking a few steps out back and finding Wolf or Bruf or one of the other guys that had a trailer out there. If they had more space, he’d get himself one. Wolf had been talking about expanding, moving the club further out in the country where they had more room, for a few years now. Unfortunately, the funds just hadn’t been there, especially with the start-up of the gym the past year. Ash had already decided that whatever money his father had left to him would be donated to the club, and hopefully would be enough to help them invest in that property. Of course, thanks to Allison and her attorney, none of them had gotten anything yet...and the rate she was dragging it out in court he’d be an old man before he saw a dollar of it.

“Nah, I’ll go on back to the club.”

“Where’s your girl?”

“She went to find her friend to let her know I’m giving her a ride home.” Sledge chuckled and winked.

“That’s my boy.” Ash watched his friend leave and then looked around for Vanessa. He finally spotted her and a pretty brunette, coming his way.

“Ash, this is my friend Sarah.” Ash stood and Sarah’s eyes roamed appreciatively over his body. They focused back on his face and she said:

“Nice to meet you.”

“My pleasure,” he told her with a smile.

“I hope you understand, but Vanessa and I watch each other’s backs. Can I get a picture of you?”

Ash chuckled. “For the police in case she goes missing?”

Vanessa blushed but her ballsy friend said, “Yes, and for the guys I’m going to send after you if you hurt her.” Ash laughed again. He liked this girl.

“No problem.” He turned his face to the right and said, “This is my best side.” Sarah snapped the picture, thanked him again, and the girls hugged goodnight. As soon as her friend was gone, Vanessa said:

“I’m sorry about that.”

“No problem, darlin’. I’d much rather you ladies were being safe than not. I’ve got nothing to hide. You want that dance or you ready to get out of here?” He winked and said, “I could always give you a private dance...some other time.”

Still blushing she said, “I’d like that, and yes, I’m ready.”

He helped her slip on her sweater and they walked outside. It was still warm out and she started to peel the sweater off but he said, “You might want to leave that on. It gets a little cooler on the bike.”

Looking confused she said, “The bike?” He looked down at his kutte and boots and back at her.

“Sorry, just assumed you knew what I was riding.”

She looked embarrassed, and nervous. “I guess I should have...I just...you said a ride home and...I’m sorry. I’ve just never been on a motorcycle before.”

“You’ll never want to get into a car again,” he told her with a wink. He led her to where his Harley sat. His motorcycle was the one thing that Ash put a lot of money into. He loved his bike and he spared no expense to make it the fastest, prettiest bike in the club. The guys made fun of him because he carried around a soft cloth to buff out any fingerprints, or dirt, or road grime that got on it. But he didn’t care, she was his baby and he wanted to take good care of her.

The bike was a Softail lowrider with dual gauges on the green and black tank and completely chromed out. It had been fifteen grand on the showroom floor and over sixty by the time he got it out the door. Since then, he’d put another five or six grand into it...and it was worth every penny. “Oh wow, it’s so pretty,” Vanessa said.

“She is,” he agreed. He pulled the helmet off the handlebars and handed it to her.

“What will you wear?”

“I’ve got a hard head,” he said with a smile. “I’ll be okay, you put it on.”

While she strapped on the helmet, he slid onto the bike. He was about to start it when his phone rang. He wasn’t going to answer it, but he’d finally started building a shaky relationship with his sister...such as it was...and he didn’t want her to get tired of not being able to reach him. He pulled it out of his pocket and grimaced when he saw that it was Bruf, the club’s sergeant-at-arms. Bruf would never be calling him at this hour on a Saturday night if something big wasn’t going down. It was beginning to look like his poor, underused, and aching cock was going to have to settle for his hand again tonight.

He held it up and said, “Sorry, I have to get this. Hey, Bruf, what’s up?”

“Sorry to bother you while you’re out but the boss is calling us in for church.”

“Now?” It was definitely something big. Wolf was calling church, which meant everyone was expected to be there, not just the SA and enforcers.

“Yeah, like ten minutes ago, he said.”

“Okay...I’m on my way.” He saw the disappointed look on Vanessa’s face but when he told her, “I’m sorry, darlin’, it’s work. I’m going to have to call you an Uber or a cab...” she pulled the helmet off.

“It’s okay. I can call my own.”

He was already putting the Uber order in his phone. “What’s your address, darlin’?” She rattled it off and he put it in the app and said, “Phone number?” Again, she gave it to him. Once he had put it all in he said, “They’ll be here in two minutes...and I owe you a motorcycle ride. But no worries, I have your phone number and address now.” She blushed, and Ash reached over and put his hand on her face. He pulled her toward him and gave her a kiss, loving the way her full lips covered his...and imagining what they could do with the tip of his cock. He groaned and finally pulled out of the kiss. “I gotta go.”

She stepped back, gave him a smile and a wave, and for just a second he wondered what Wolf would do if he didn’t show up...and then he regained his senses. It wasn’t like calling in sick to work. Not showing up was not showing respect...and that was one thing their club president would never tolerate, and in the long run, that was a good thing.