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Chapter 2

Tango

(11 months, 2 weeks, 5 days ago)

Fucking Cinco de Mayo just wasn’t something I really wanted to get involved in. Camilla, my ex-girlfriend had asked me to a Cinco de Mayo party a month before I got out of the military. She wasn’t my ex-girlfriend at the time. At least, I didn’t think she was. We had been dating for two and a half years. I’d come home from a yearlong deployment, expecting to propose to my girl. Cinco de Mayo seemed the perfect time too. We’d be around her family, friends, and fuck, I just couldn’t wait to get a ring on her finger and officially take her off the market forever. She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs immediately when I got to the apartment she shared with her two sisters. We fucked like crazy, with a condom, which I thought was odd, but went with it since it had been a while since we’d been together. Then she gave me the low-down.

She’d met a boy from the neighborhood while I’d been gone. They were friends first, but soon fell in love, and with me not being there, apparently it had been easy for her to forget she was already involved with someone else. I guess all the Face Time videos, e-mails, and phone calls we had damn near daily when I wasn’t down range hadn’t mattered. Not once had she mentioned this asshole. Then, she pulls out a ring, and slips it on her fucking left hand ring finger. It was a tiny chip of a diamond, and honestly probably not real anyway. It was nothing like the one I had burning up my pocket in that moment. She had gotten engaged to this asshat while I was deployed. I didn’t say a word to her after she explained and slipped his ring back on her finger. I stood, walked out of her room, and left her apartment. I never looked back. I never answered a single text, call, or e-mail from her afterwards. Even when her sisters begged me to take her back after she found out her fiancé, Pablo, was apparently engaged to two other women in town too, I just walked away from them all. Not a word spoken. I hadn’t touched another woman since either for anything more than a blowjob, because fuck if I could trust a goddamn one of them.

“Come on, man. I know all that shit went down on Cinco de Mayo two years ago, but it’s time to build a new memory, maybe finally get laid again, dude.” Whiskey tells me as we pull up outside the Red Garter in Rapid City.

“Seriously, T, fucking use it or the thing’s bound to fall the fuck off,” Fox concurred. The bastard. He wasn’t much better about women. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if he wasn’t more into men, and afraid to admit it. Though, I don’t know why he’d be afraid to admit it. It’s not like any of us gave a fuck where he stuck his dick. None of my speculation mattered tonight though, because apparently my two best friends were on a mission to get me laid.

“Do you really think a strip club is the place to pick up chicks?” I asked incredulously. “Generally, the only women here are the ones working, and the hands off policy in these places isn’t going to get the job done.” I smirked as I reminded them of that last little tidbit.

Whiskey’s face fell a little bit, but Fox just laughed. “I have it on good authority there will be plenty of chicks here tonight. Some of the ladies from Black Hills Beauty College are here to cheer on a friend tonight.”

“What the fuck, Fox? How the hell do you know that?”

He shrugged. “When I went on that run up here with Rabbit to chat with a distributor about the stuff we needed over at Renegade Rosy’s we ran into a few of the girls, had a great time, and I’ve been texting with one of them on and off since.” Renegade Rosy’s was the strip club the MC ran back in Spearfish, but seeing the same old tits and ass gets old for some of us, which is why I thought we had come here. Now, I was rethinking everything.

“Well, shit!” I said while thinking back to the way I’d just been questioning Fox’s sexuality. He was pretty up front that he didn’t mind a little fooling around with a dude, but I guess that’s all there was to it since he was actively seeking out this woman.

“What’s her name, man?” Whiskey asked as something I couldn’t really decipher flashed across his eyes before he locked it down.

“Mary,” Fox announced before we paid our admission, and headed inside.

Fox had been right about the women being in abundance tonight, but his Mary never did show up. Instead a bubbly little redhead with a tight and toned body, slender hips, but a decent sized rack was all up in our business. She couldn’t seem to decide between the three of us either, which we all found amusing. We had shared a woman between us once before, when we were first picked up as full members of the club. Most of my participation had come in the form of watching, and then getting my dick sucked. That didn’t seem like a bad way to go tonight to ease some of the tension I’d had lately. It would also take the pressure off for having to find a chick to bang to get these assholes off my chest.

“So, are you guys hanging here all night, because Sadie just finished her last number, and the girls are going to be headed out soon?”

“You should definitely stick around with us, sweetheart,” Whiskey informed her while glancing over her head to see that Fox and I both nodded in agreement. Then he leaned in and used that smooth-as-fuck voice of his to send chills and goose bumps rolling across her skin. “You ever had three guys please you until you couldn’t fucking move before?” Her eyes went wide, but not with shock. She was definitely all about the anticipation of what was to come. The girl beside her, a prude and a half, glared at her friend.

“Please, tell me you’re not seriously going to go anywhere with these bikers,” the girl snapped out.

“Oh, I’m thinking I am,” the redhead laughed.

“What about Jamie?” The girl asked.

“Well, if I hadn’t caught Jamie fucking that cunt from Western Dakota, I’d be leaving with you lot and behaving like I’ve never had my legs spread.” The guys and I laughed at her sassy response.

“Your man cheat on you, darlin’?” Fox asked. She batted her baby blues up at him and nodded. “Well, we can make sure you forget all about him.”

“Yes, please,” she sighed. One of the other girls tugged on her arm then. “What?” The redhead asked. I still had yet to get her name, because honestly it wasn’t fucking important. She was nothing to me, and in the morning when we headed back to Spearfish, she’d still be nothing more than some girl who sucked me off while banging my friends.

“Are you seriously going to hog all the sexy-as-fuck bikers?” This girl had blond bimbo written all over her. If she were auditioning to be a sweet butt for the club, she’d probably stand a chance. As a one-night stand we had to be extra careful of, she didn’t fit the bill. She stuck her tits out in the air, in my general direction. They were fake, but still nice. Great shape, and their size was compatible with her stature. If it weren’t for the fact that everything else on her was just as fake as her tits I wouldn’t have minded. Her left eyelash was tilted at an odd angle where the glue hadn’t held, her very dark roots were showing a bit – which had to be embarrassing for a beauty school attendee – and her teeth were all either capped, fake, or just bleached to high heaven. They were so white it almost hurt to look at them. I wasn’t even about to start dissecting how many layers of makeup she was wearing. That was the thing that appealed most about the redhead. If she was wearing any makeup, it was minimal at best. She was rocking the natural look, and we were all down with that.

“What about you, handsome?” She asked me. “You don’t look like you should have to share with two other men. I bet you could do all kinds of naughty things to me.”

I grinned at her, probably giving her false hope, but the guys could tell by my grin that nothing good was about to come out of my mouth.

“Oh shit,” Whiskey laughed before I even got a word out. I ignored him though and looked the girl with the crooked eyelashes right in the eye.

“I could do lots of naughty things to you, sweetness,” I told her while still grinning. She was moving in closer now, her breasts damn near molesting my arms. “But I would have to be interested in you, and I am most definitely not.” Her eyes widened while her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “You see that girl there,” I pointed to the redhead. “She’s a natural beauty. I’d rather share someone like her with ten men than stick my dick in someone with eyelashes that look like a caterpillar is trying to make an escape from their face. Seriously, you should go get that shit in check.”

“Holy fuck, Tango!” Fox sighed out then patted my arm as he doubled over in laughter. The redhead mouthed, “thank you,” to me even though it was unnecessary. It’s not her fault she could walk out of here with three virile, young guys ready to go throw down and her friends weren’t any kind of competition. They could take their bitter jealousy and choke on it while my boys and I show this chick a night she’ll never forget. Hell, I might even get my dick wet for the first time in two years. At least I was thinking about it as a possibility, which was an improvement over the past couple of years. “Let’s get out of here, beautiful.” The redhead wrapped her arm around my bicep, and gladly accompanied me out of The Garter alongside my two best friends. We had checked into a hotel suite not far from here, so I let go of her and helped her onto the back of Whiskey’s bike for the ride over. I had never ridden with a woman on back of my bike before, and she wasn’t about to be the exception.

“I can’t believe that shit just rolled out of your mouth, man, but that was funny as fuck. I’m glad I wasn’t the only one trying to figure out where her eyelashes were trying to run off to.” Fox was still laughing, which was highly unlike him, so while I normally didn’t take to insulting women, I was going to chalk it up as a win just because it got this reaction out of him, and helped the redhead feel better about her decision to come with us.

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