Page 13 of Speed

The ride to Soft Tails was short but one of the best rides I’d been on in quite a long time. Nothing beat the six of us riding together; it’d been a while.

“Let’s grab that table over in the corner and then we can see about getting one of the girls to bring us some drinks,” Crusher was already headed in that direction as he yelled over his shoulder.

“Place is doing good business it seems?” The place was full and not just with the brothers from the club. Never remembered it being this busy, even when we first opened it a few years back.

“Damn, Syn hugs that pole like it’s going to get away from her.” I looked up at Flirt’s words to see a petite redheaded woman with her legs wrapped around the pole with her back arched flat to the pole while she hung upside down. Then in slow motion, she grabbed the pole with her hands and released her legs to flip them over and land on her feet on the stage. When she dropped to her knees and crawled to the end of the stage, the men in front got louder. I figured it had everything to do with the way her tits were hanging on to the top with her nipples the only thing keeping them contained.

“Can I get you, boys, something?” was said just a hand ran over my shoulder. At the question and touch, I looked up to see a short haired blond with brown eyes looking at me while she spoke.

“Yeah, brings us beers all around. When you dancing, sugar?” Flirt asked while his hand landed on her ass, rubbed down, then back up under her short black skirt.

“You got it. And I’m dancing in a bit. Who’s the new hottie,” she said, presumably to me since she smiled and winked and that hand of hers continued to rub over my shoulder.

“Speed, this here’s Lindy,” Flirt jerked his head in my direction, “now can you take your ass and go get our beers.” Okay, Flirt definitely had the no argue voice going on ‘cause the bitch turned in a huff and headed to the bar.

“Dude, what’s up with that? She ain’t under your command, at least right now.” Devil looked pointedly at Flirt.

“Hey, is she your property, Flirt. Going to claim her?” I watched the smirk as it formed on Flirt’s face.

“No way, I’m thirsty, and if we let her stand there touching you, we wouldn’t have gotten our beer until after she’d blown you.” The others chuckled, and I looked at each brother until I got back to Flirt.

“Happen often with her, does it?” Still felt like I missed something.

“You ain’t said nothing to him, Crusher?”

“If you’re talking about you and Devil having her at your place and Shakes walking in, well yeah. What’s the big deal? You upset everyone knows about the way you like to dish it out before getting off, don’t sound like you, brother?”

“Nope, I got no problem sharing—as long as it goes my way.” Then Flirt took the hand he had up her skirt and wiped it with a napkin he grabbed off Lindy’s tray when she stepped to the table with our beers. “But as she was touching and talking to ya, her pussy was clenching, and my hand was getting moist, figured she was a minute away from blowing or riding you. Ain’t that right, Lindy girl?” She leaned over me to set the bottle down in front of me, and I took that opportunity to look at tits that were pressed to my forearm and perfectly on view with her nipples hard and trying the confines of her shirt.

“You know it,” she said to Flirt, but her eyes were on me, “I like to do my part in welcoming the new guys.” Her tongue came out to moisten her lips. Yeah, I could picture them wrapped around my cock as I held her head and fucked her mouth. She had lips guys like to call fuck-able: big and plump, made to take a beating. Good cushion for her teeth and the guy’s dick.

“Brother, take her to the back room and let Lindy show you what she can do. She seems a little hot for you, brother.” Crusher smiled at me. Didn’t lie about the girl being a horny thing that’s for sure, as she placed her hand on my crotch and ran it back and forth.

“Sugar, you don’t need to check the size, I got more than enough for you to handle.”

There was a throat clearing, “That may be, but she is going to have to find that out later.”

Lindy moved her hand, and I turned my head to see who belonged to that voice and the woman in front of me, shooting daggers in Lindy’s direction, was fine.

“Sure thing,” was all Lindy said as she walked away from the table.

“Sorry, Sami—”

I cut Jag off with a raised hand, “Darlin’, I’m not real worried about her finding out what I’m packing but now, you I could seriously—” Crusher stopped me from finishing my sentence and the woman they called Sami had me pinned down with her dagger eyes.

“Um...brother, meet the manager Dad hired to run Soft Tail for the club. Sami, this here is Speed. Speed, meet Sami.” I looked at Crusher, then looked at the other brothers to see if they were just playing me and each one tried to bite back their laughter. Fuckers.

“What, come on, tell me you are dancing later. I want to move up closer when you get on stage. Want to see that fine ass and ti—”

“Brother, Crusher was telling the truth. Sami here runs the place.”

“You’re shittin’ me?” I replied to Coast, but I didn’t need them to answer as she stomped her feet and mumbled under her breath and walked away. Great damn first impression. “Stuff sure has changed,” I voiced as I watched her move to the bar and speak to the bartender.

“Yo, don’t even think about going there, brother. She’s turned everyone down that has tried to get close enough to tap it.” Devil smacked Flirt on the back when he spoke.

“Tried to go there, did you, man?” Flirt turned from watching the stage and cocked his eyebrow at me.

“If I had tried to get in those panties, do you really think she’d have turned me down?” Then he turned back to the stage. Cocky bastard.

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