Page 24 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
Speaking of… she turned to pick something up.I caught the flash of green.The cup gapped just a little, and I saw perfect, unmarred flesh.No nipple was visible, only that subtle slope and full-bottomed roundness that made me hard in my dreams.I stepped back.
There was shit to get done.Bad guys to watch out for.And a hell of a lot of driving to do.There was no time to deal with a hard-on.
The loud rip of a zipper told me she’d found the boots.That meant she had the silky leggings on.I pictured her ass in them and smiled, savoring the image.
“I’m almost done.How do I put on the wig?”
“There’s a comb near the front, I think.”
“Oh, here it is.Huh.”
“What?”I tried to peek in the gap again, but she was on the other side of the dressing room.
“My hair is sticking out.Damn it.”
More rustling.And cussing.She’d improved so much in two years.
“This is the best it’ll get.”She swept the curtain open.
From the tips of her ultra spike platform boots, up her long legs that were covered in shiny black satin, to her sweet thighs, a bangled chain belt that dipped in shiny silver arches, to the leather bustier where there was a peekaboo cutout for the emerald green of the bralette and silky lace cami, to her matching black spiked jacket, she was a knockout.The mounds of her breasts squashed upward, creating curves a stripper would be proud of.
But the icing on the cake was the fall of the silky white-blonde wig.That alone set me back four Benjamins.I brushed a stray clump from her face.I could see the reddish strands she was complaining about, but from a distance, no one would ever notice.They’d be looking too hard at her ass.
“You are fucking gorgeous.”
She swallowed.“I need makeup.”
“Hey!”I caught the clerk’s attention.“My girl wants makeup.”
The dollar signs lit up her eyes as she led Kate to various pots, creams, and tubes.She transformed from rose-golden waif to runway-worthy queen.If the runway was a strip club, that is.
I didn’t mind.Kate was what every bad little biker aspired to have hanging on his dick, riding queen at his back, on her knees…damn fantasies.That’s what she was.“Ready?”
“Your clothes.”The clerk had helpfully collected them from the dressing room.
“Keep ‘em, burn ‘em.Don’t give a shit.I’m taking this home.”I laughed along with her, and led Kate to a luxurious sedan I’d parked off to the side of the lot.While inside, I’d kept an eye on it.This early, not much traffic bothered the naughty end of the mall.But the rest of the lot was gearing up for a day of normalcy.
I opened Kate’s door, scanning for threats.
“How can you afford all this?”
“We’ll talk on the road, babe.”I circled the car and monitored traffic around us as I hit the freeway north.
She squirmed in her seat.“Take the shit off if you want.”
That earned me a side glare.
“There’s clothes in the duffel bag in the back seat.I picked up some yesterday.”
“Then why make me dress like this?”She swiped at the outfit I stuck her with.
“Because, one, you look fucking kick ass in it.And two, if anyone followed me, they’d see me leave with a hooker, not you.Me with someone like you would raise flags.”
“Someone like me?”
“Sweet, pretty without makeup, and off-limits.”
Her mouth fell open.“I don’t know what to address first.”
