Page 35 of Reaper's Rage

“Are all the other logos legit?” I ask Alisa, who nods.

“Puma reached out and got approval from clubs around the US. The Demon Dawgs own most of Las Vegas, but this casino is an homage to the history of motorcycle clubs. Any club is welcome as long as they maintain the peace.” Showtime tells me. “I’ve met a few guys from other clubs and mostly, they’re friendly. I’ve had a few explain to me why women aren’t good enough to be anything more than Old Ladies or bunnies. But they change their tune when Chill joins the conversation.”

“Chill?” I ask. I know I haven’t met very many members of Puma’s club, but I know I haven’t meant anyone going by the name of Chill.

“She’s his SOA. Like Chaos is for Dante. She’s a cold-hearted bitch and I say that with all the respect and admiration that I can offer. She’s the ultimate badass.” Showtime says with complete admiration.

I ponder her statement and think about Izzy. She’s neither an Amazon nor a cold-hearted bitch, but I’m certain she’ll make a brilliant prospect and eventually a patched member.

Alisa leads us through the casino that is all black, chrome, and glass with splashes of red. Gorgeous motorcycles, mostly Harleys, are on display in glass cubicles. They sparkle and shine like everything else. The cocktail servers are all dressed like bikers. The women wear leather pants or skirts, boots, and tank tops while the men wear jeans, motorcycle boots and blank leather kuttes over bare chests. They all give off a sexy and dangerous vibe.

A minor commotion stirs up near the blackjack table. One player grabs the ass of his server. She backhands him, so he falls off his stool as she walks away. I watch the man protest as two bouncers grab the guy under the arms and drag him out of the casino.

I snort out a laugh that has Showtime grinning. “Puma doesn’t put up with any bullshit like that. He’s all about respect. It works both ways. If an employee hassles a guest without provocation, he’d send them packing.”

“Where are we going?” I ask as we pass by the shops. I thought we’d come here to shop, but maybe I misunderstood.

“Spa first.” Desdemona tells me. “Have to get you all shiny for Reaper before we look at clothes.”

We step into a salon that looks like a tattoo parlor, but instead of ink and tattoo guns, the stylists have scissors, dyes, and combs. Although I hear the whir of a tattoo gun nearby. The stylists all look like they’re ready to whip out their guitars and shred them. I stutter step because I’m not sure I want to wear some of their styles. I don’t have a problem with purple and green Mohawks, but I’m certain I don’t want to have one when I attempt to seduce Reaper.

“They’re qualified stylists.” Desdemona assures me. “They dress the part. Funny how many regular people get a kick out of being styled by a badass biker.”

As I’m studying the various characters, one of them walks up to us. He’s fucking gorgeous and I can see why a woman would want him to be her stylist. He’s not wearing a shirt, only a leather kutte with no rockers. At least I don’t see any, because I’m too busy checking out his abs. Fuck, he’s built. He’s also wearing skintight leather pants that emphasize the size of his package. I blush when he beams at me and I know he’s caught me ogling him.

“Desdemona and Alisa, you two look gorgeous, as always. I see you brought me a virgin to play with.” His deep voice booms, and I hear a few snickers from the stylists standing close to us. I can’t stop the blush and I wonder how he knows I’m a virgin.

“He means a virgin in that you’re a new customer.” Desdemona whispers to me.

I nod to let her know I’ve heard her and give him a smile. “That’s me.” I tell him, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughs again before taking my hand in his. “Let Nicholas take care of you, angel.” He says as he pulls me toward an empty chair. “You need very little work. You’re young and gorgeous. But we can always add some spice.” He whips a leather-like cape over me as he makes eye-contact in the mirror. “Tell me about yourself, honey.” He asks.

As he washes my hair, I spend a few minutes telling him how I play soccer, am going to school to get my degree in accounting, my family and my relationship with Reaper. I watch as he snips and styles my hair into a look that has me grinning. By the time he’s done, I’m a warrior queen. I look at my hair and how it flows away from face to make me look strong and powerful.

“Absolutely perfect.” Desdemona says, peering at me from one side while Nicholas finishes his touchups. “You look fierce.”

“I feel fierce.” I say in awe.

“Excellent!” Nicholas says, removing the cape and helping me step down. “Now all you need is your armor and you’ll be ready for the battle ahead.”

I raise my eyebrow at him in question. What battle?

“Honey, you’re a young, beautiful woman who knows her mind. Most men out there can’t handle a woman like you. You frighten them, so they’ll try to tear you down. You don’t let them!”

I can’t help but smile at Nicholas’s pep talk as Desdemona and Alisa lead me out of the salon after Showtime covers the charge and the tip. They whisk me into a nearby store with trendy and fabulous outfits on display. The two of them take turns selecting items for me to try on. None of them hit the mark, so we keep looking. When Alisa holds up a dress the color of bronze, I feel a tingle. It shimmers under the light and the material appears fluid. Like it’s made of liquid metal. It beacons to be touched and caressed. It is exactly what I want Reaper to do when he sees me in it.

I almost snatch the dress out of her hands so I can try it on. I take a few tries to figure out how the dress works. I’ve never seen a dress with so many angles, slits and straps. But I finally have it on and I’m speechless. I don’t have many curves. I’m tall and playing soccer keeps me thin, but this dress makes me feel curvy and sexy. It barely covers my breasts, making them look full and ripe. It’s backless, so my arms and back are on full display. The body of the dress nips in at the waist and in the ass. From there, the dress has two panels, one in the back and one in the front. Allowing my legs to play peek-a-boo on the sides. If I stand still, the dress forms a column that makes me look tall and elegant. Until I move, then I’m sexy and alluring.

“Come on, come on.” Desdemona calls out. “We want to see it!”

I step outside the dressing room and watch their jaws drop.

“Holy shit. You have to buy that dress.” Desdemona says.

“Reaper is going to cum in his pants.” Alisa says with a nod.

“You look like a fucking warrior.” Showtime says with a grin. “All you need is red hair, and you’d be Boudicca come back to life.”

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