Page 102 of Reaper Released

“Fucking foul!” I mutter under my breath as I walk straight to the bar. I see Cerberus in an alcove opposite, so I purposely don’t look. Instead, I sidle up to a slightly overweight guy in his fifties at the bar. “So, who’s a lady gotta blow to get a drink round here?”

He barks a laugh. “I will raise my hand to that. sugar tits.” Smiling, I slide my hand over his arm. His badge says ‘Road Captain’ on it, and his name, ‘Mayhem.’

“I didn’t say I was a lady, just asking a question, hot stuff!”

He barks out another laugh. “Why don’t you slide over on my lap, sugar tits, and see what comes up?”

“Too late, old man, it's already standing to attention!” It’s my turn to laugh, and I make it a good one so I get noticed. Sliding up onto the bar, I push my foot between his legs, sliding his stool back slightly as I slide in front of him and reach over the bar to grab the bottle of tequila. Sliding it straight to my lips, I make it look like I take a massive chug, but I don't swallow any and don’t let it past my lips. Leaning over to Mayhem and licking the bottle's rim, I hand it to him, smiling. He slides his hand up my thigh and takes a drink. Placing the bottle back on the bar, he leans forward, cups my arse, and slides me into his lap so I’m straddling him. “Oh shit!” I gasp and fan my face with my hand. “That’s the biggest dick I’ve felt in so long!”

I shuffle my arse against him and he groans, tipping his head back. “Keep that up, sugar tits, and I’ll be coming in my jeans like a twelve-year-old boy!”

“Now that I would like to see! Wanna take me somewhere and show me what you can do with that trouser snake? I bet you’re the biggest in here. Come on, Daddy, what do you say?”

“Daddy, huh? I think I like that!” He grabs my hair and pulls it back as he licks my neck, sending a shiver of repulsion through my body. “Ah, you like that sugar tits?”

I moan to cover the urge to vomit. I bat my eyelashes at him, and there's a cough behind us. “Mayhem! You’re needed elsewhere. I will look after your… friend!”

“What the…?” He turns his head and his face pales “Yeah, boss, sure thing!” He grimaces at me. “Sorry, sugar tits, you're really not my type!” He picks me up and sits me on the bar before sliding off his stool. Standing up, he adjusts his junk.

“You should maybe tell your dick that. I don’t think it got the memo!”

He just glares at me as he walks off. I slide off the bar and go to walk in the opposite direction.

Cerberus grabs my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going, little lady?”

“Bathroom.”

“Corridor, third door on the left!” He points over to the corridor beside the bar as I go to walk away. He pulls me back.

“Why don’t you come and have a drink with me after? What’s your poison?”

“I’m good, thanks!” As I go to leave, I smile as I feel his grip tighten on my wrist. The thing about men is if you show you don’t want them, they want you all the more, proving the little show with Mayhem worked. Now I have his full attention. I need to make him work for it. If I’m too easy, he will get bored, but if I’m too difficult, he will also get bored, there’s a fine line, and I need to straddle it. “What can you offer me that Mayhem can’t? When I walked in here, I looked for the most powerful-looking man!”

“Ah, well, that’s where you fucked up, little lady. I am the president of this club!”

“President? Well, fuck me in the arse with a dildo!” I bark out a laugh. I spin on my heels and head to the bathroom. As I walk into the corridor, there’s a storeroom behind the bar. There's a guy sitting in the doorway on a stool with a gun in his lap. “Well, hello there, handsome. How the devil are you?”

“What the fuck are you doing down here? It’s off-limits!”

“Ladies room, need to powder my nose!” As I wink at him and pull the little bag out of my shorts pocket shaking it. “Care to join? You look like you could be fun!”

“What kind of fun are you looking for, princess?”

“The kind that’s more trouble than fun!” I flash him a wink and slip over to the bathroom door. “You know where I will be.” I walk into the bathroom. I whisper, “Guys, I’m in the bathroom. There’s a guard in the store room. I can’t see anyone in there, but there’s a hatch in the floor, so I need to get the guard out of the way.”

“Incoming!” I hear back from Dice, as there’s a tap on the window. I slide it open and take the bag from Steel. His face is stone, eyes of ice, the swirling grey ones, frozen. I can see he’s not happy with what he’s heard, but he’s not saying anything. I poke my head out the window and slap a kiss on his lips, winking at him.

“You’re the only guy for me, gorgeous. Don't you ever forget that!” He smiles as I slide the window shut and stash the bag. I slide up onto the counter. Fuck, this place is grim. There’s a tap on the door as it cracks open. I smile as the guard pokes his head in.

“Well, shit, princess. You waiting for me?”

“I sure am, sugar!” I prep him a line up on my thigh and roll a $20 bill, handing it to him and winking. “Help yourself, sugar.” He slides his hand up my thigh and I tip my head back and moan.

He licks around the line and grins up at me. “Fuck, you’re sexy as fuck!”

“Take your line like a good boy. I wanna snort mine off your dick!”

“Shit, princess!” He leans down with the bill and snorts the whole fucking line. His mouth springs open, and his eyes bulge as he grabs at his face and his throat as he gasps and goes purple. I put my boot to his chest and shove him back as he stumbles into a cubicle and sits on the disgusting toilet. He’s clawing at his throat.

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