Page 3 of Nobody's Ol Lady (Nefarious MC)

Willie zipped up her jeans and sat on the bed, to get her boots on. Whatever was she getting herself into, she wondered. She was a teacher and supposed to set an example for the girls of Saint Rose’s; a biker was not setting a very good example. Nor had been snorting that little bit of coke. It was summer still for a few more weeks and she was so bored. She had boyfriends before; she was twenty-four years old. It was time for her to have some fun and she wanted to screw Black Dog. She hadn’t had a whole lot of sex in her life lately but she did enjoy it and Black Dog certainly turned her on. She gathered up her long soft curls and pulled them into a ponytail. Her hair was going to be very tangled from being on the motorcycle. She sighed softly and Black Dog came into the room.

“You need some makeup, hot colored lipstick and that crap you put on your eyelashes. You’re really pretty but you need to spice it up a bit. Why are you sighing?” Black Dog was curious.

“My hair is going to be ever so tangled. It is so long and I can’t really braid it.”

Black Dog grabbed more hair ties from the dresser and moved behind her. The heat from his body was making her want to lean back into him.

“I can fix that, I’ll add more hair ties, I do that with my hair, hell I might need a few of yours.”

Willie was silent as he gently added more hair ties up and down her ponytail and when he was done, she went into the bathroom to put on makeup.

Black Dog was admiring her Catholic girl skirt and white blouse, later she’d be wearing them for him. So he made sure they were hung over the chair next to the bed.

“You might want to go a bit heavier than you usually do Babe, it will make you look better on the stage. More tips that way,” he called to her. He knew she’d do as he asked; Willie needed a man to boss her around. She was a natural submissive and he doubted she even had a clue.

Oh yeah, this was gonna be a great weekend.

He lay on the bed thinking of songs he wanted her to dance to. “Bang a Gong” by T. Rex popped into his mind, which would be the first one she would dance to.

He closed his eyes while thinking.

Mott the Hoople’s “Drivin Sister” was another to add to his list.

Next to the bed, he saw a note pad and pen; he began to list the songs down. Fleetwood Mac’s “Gold Dust Woman” were added, “Rhiannon” too, along with The Eagles’ “Witchy Woman,” “Peaceful Easy Feeling,” and “Take it Easy.”

He drummed the pen against the note pad thinking.

BTO’s “Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet,” Paper Lace’s “Black Eyed Boys,” “Fox on the Run” by Sweet also made his list. A few more just to start Willie out and she’d be able to pick her own songs.

Darko, his president, kept a damn good selection of music on the jukebox for the go-go dancers.

He added the Allman Brother’s “Rambling Man,” a favorite of his, and he needed three more songs. The Rolling Stone’s, “Brown Sugar,” “Can’t Get No Satisfaction,” and “Under My Thumb” completed the list.

He folded the paper and slipped it into the wallet he kept on a chain on his belt.

Black Dog shut his eyes, a smile on his face.

Willie stood in the bedroom doorway looking at Black Dog lying on her bed, his boots were crossed, and he was actually smiling. She wondered if he was napping and tried to walk into the room quietly but the heel on her boot caught the throw rug and she landed on top of him on the bed. Black Dog opened his eyes to find Willie sprawled on top of him. She looked all embarrassed and sexy as hell.

“No time for this Willie, let’s get on the road.” He took a good look at her made up face. Holy shit, was this the same girl? He watched her as she got up and carefully walked on her high-heeled boots. She’d learn or be taking some falls he figured, no wonder they were hidden in the back of the closet. Her hips swayed gracefully as she moved. “Did you ever take dancing lessons, Babe?”

“Of course, years of ballet and I hated every bit of it but I can lift my leg straight up and I was a cheerleader too. My mother wanted perfect daughters, I had to live up to whatever Roberta, and Theodora did. I ride horses though and I am an artist, neither of which Roberta can do.” Willie sounded proud of herself and a bit snarky about Roberta.

Black Dog wondered if she had a cheerleader outfit in her closet too. What a fucking pervert he was. “That will work well when you’re dancing, lift your leg up as far as you can and do some spins and a spilt or two, the men will love it. You’ll be making enough money for your paints and for whatever else you need. Now lock up and let’s go.”

Willie grabbed her pocketbook, locked the door to the apartment, and hurried down the stairs. Black Dog was waiting, bike revving and she climbed on behind him after putting her helmet on. When they hit the main road, he took off and she grabbed him around the waist. He calmed her by putting his hand on her leg.

Roaring into the parking lot of Dirty Deeds, Willie was amazed by all the motorcycles and cars, there were even people hanging outside in the parking lot. It was a Friday night, she realized and it was going to be busy. They parked the motorcycle in a reserved spot. Who was this man that he had a place reserved for him, she wondered. She took a good look at the colors he wore as she they got off the bike. SAA, what did that patch mean? He had said not to ask questions so she wasn’t about to. Bikers and their women all parted as he grabbed her hand pulling her forward. Willie was worried about her heels but Black Dog was keeping her moving. They went inside of the bar and Willie looked around.

Girls were dancing on stages behind the bar, there was a band in another area inside the huge bar, and it was loud and smoky. Men were slapping each other on the back and women were shooting dagger looks at her. Oh shit, she wondered if Black Dog had a woman. She hoped not, she didn’t stand a chance fighting all of these females glaring at her. Willie stood there watching the dancers, what they were doing was no big deal. She was sure she could do it. Black Dog pressed a shot glass into her hand. She downed it without thinking and felt the burn of whiskey sliding down her throat. She reached up on the toes of her boots and tried to get his attention. It was useless as he was talking to a few other bikers.

A young brown haired girl with honey colored streaks in her hair slid next to her. “Hi, I’m Honey, are you Black Dog’s new squeeze?”

“No, of course not, he’s helping me get a job dancing.” Willie wondered what the hell this girl meant by squeeze.

“Oh good, I’ve wanted him for so long, but he doesn’t seem to notice me. All the guys treat like I’m their little sister! You have to talk to Elena about dancing here, or Darko. I dance and make good money. My sister is Jules and she dances here too. What’s your name?” Honey was chattering away.

“It’s Willie, is your real name Honey?” Willie didn’t think it was but everyone seemed to have odd names. She wasn’t sure why but that was their business not hers.

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