Chapter 5
Hawk
It’s been a week since the last time I stepped foot in this strip club. As a rule, I prefer to go to the one that’s on the other side of Austin. It is in our territory, and we recently bought it. In a way, it’s like a second home to us now.
So, instead of enjoying what our girls have to offer, here I am, in enemy territory, on a mission to feed this one stripper stories that she can share with the fuckers that Devereaux wants dead. Can’t say that I blame him.
Now, as I sit on my bike outside in their parking lot, I wonder if this fucking plan is going to work. Bricks has never been stupid despite his most recent actions. Why is he so desperate to get rid of his own son?
I bring a cigarette to my lips and give it a long pull. Wrecker dying would be of no benefit to their club, unless there’s been some internal war that we are not aware of.
Wrecker is back from his adventures in Illinois. From what I heard, he is not looking too well after his accident. The kid he brought with him is a son he allegedly had with a club whore. Talk about being a dumbass.
I throw the cigarette to the ground and step on it before pushing it to the side and into the pile of sand that is there for just this purpose. When I get off my bike, a coughing fit hits me out of nowhere, reminding me that I really should quit smoking. I’ve never had issues like this before.
Once I’ve calmed down, I finally make my way into the club. The music hits my ears as soon as I step inside, making me want to turn around and walk back out. The lights are weird and hurt my eyes.
All in all, I am not feeling this at all, and I wish I was anywhere but here. The only sort of bright spot is the fact that I will see Ruby again. Although, I am not sure why I’d be excited to see her at all. Yes, she’s hot and I could fuck her all day and night, but, for all intents and purposes, she is also the enemy. Her association with Bricks makes her a mortal enemy at that.
“Welcome,” a sultry voice greets me as soon as I turn a corner to head to the bar. A strong drink is in order.
As I wait for the bartender to bring it, I run my eyes over all the patrons in the place. Some I’ve seen before, but I don’t have a true sense of who’s a regular here since it’s not normally my turf.
“Hey, handsome,” someone whispers into my ear. “How about a private dance?”
I about take them out but stop myself just in time. The strong smell of perfume hits my nostrils, making me want to gag for some reason. It’s too sweet and too strong. I start coughing and turn my head away to do so.
A hand moves gently up and down my back, making me want to recoil from it. So far, nothing is going as it should. In my peripheral vision I notice a pair of sky-high heels, followed by long legs that are covered in enough glitter to cover the entire damn city.
“Don’t touch me,” I growl at the stripper who’s trying to make a move on me under the pretense of caring about my wellbeing.
She instantly pulls her hand away, but she doesn’t go very far.
“So touchy,” she whispers again into my ear. “That’s hot.”
I roll my eyes and finally turn to face her, not even caring whether I hurt her feelings or not. When our eyes clash, I realize it’s Lala, the stripper who is working for Bricks. In exchange for the information she brings to him, he is supposed to deliver one of his own men to her on a platter.
“It won’t be as hot when I get your ass thrown out of this place,” I inform her, the tone of my voice as cold as ice. “Last I heard, the dancers are not supposed to touch the patrons unless they are invited to do so. And the other way around,” I make sure to add before she has a chance to throw it into my face.
My words don’t seem to have much impact on her though. She just gives me an obnoxious smile while her eyes go over my entire body. There is pure lust and hunger in her gaze. The infatuation she has on Puck is not enough to stop her from doing her thing.
I do wonder sometimes if strippers are capable of not cheating. There are a few guys in our club who are shacked up with the dancers from the club we recently purchased. I never cared what they did, but if I had a woman, I’d be going mad knowing others are putting their hands on her when I’m not around.
“You seemed sick,” Lala now smiles at me. “I was only trying to make you feel better.”
“The stench of you is what made me sick to begin with,” I deadpan.
She doesn’t like that one bit.
“What are you talking about?”
I point at her. “Whatever the fuck perfume you’re wearing, it’s awful. And you have enough glitter to clog the damn pipes when you shower. I’m assuming you take showers.”
Lala stares at me for a few moments, mouth open in shock. She has a banging body, and she knows it. I bet no one has ever said no to her, let alone insult her personal hygiene.
“You are a fucking asshole,” she spits at me. “And I hope you drop dead sooner rather than later.”
My eyebrows go up in amusement at her straightforwardness. Considering what I know about her, I know she really means it. I see the exact moment when she realizes what she did. The scowl on her face disappears, making her look much younger.
“I do apologize,” she gives me a shy smile that doesn’t match our surroundings. “That was completely uncalled for. Can I offer you a free private dance for your troubles?”
I almost bust out laughing at hearing that.
“No, thanks.”
With that, I turn my back to her. By now, there is a shot of whiskey waiting for me on the bar. I pick it up and down it in one swig before slamming the glass back down.
Lala waits for a little longer before leaving in a huff. I’m sure that she will share everything with Bricks, that being the reason why she bothered to offer me a free dance as well.
I order a bottle of beer and head toward the tables closer to the stage. I want to make sure I am being obvious about my intentions. I called ahead of time to ask if Ruby was dancing tonight, and, according to what I was told, she should start after the dance currently happening.
When I look to the side, I notice two members of the Lizards are here as well. Sully and Puck are a few tables over, same as always. Puck is drunk off his ass and Sully watches over him.
I must be staring for too long when Sully turns his head slightly and our eyes meet over the expanse of the room. His dark eyes never waver, not even when Puck slaps his arm in an effort to get his attention.
“Please welcome Ruby!”
The announcer’s voice interrupts our staring contest. I bring the bottle of beer to my lips and take a sip, my eyes moving to the stage now.
There’s a little bit of smoke filling it right before the bass starts shaking the room. It vibrates into my chest, reminding me how much I hate this shit nowadays.
When the smoke clears up a little, the outline of Ruby’s body appears as she is wrapped around the pole in the center of the stage. She is hanging upside down, with her tits close to spilling out of the barely there bra she has on. It is just for show, definitely not for any support or coverage.
Her body glistens in the colored lights shining from above the stage, and, before long, I am completely enthralled by her every move. She almost glides across the stage, giving more attention to some tables than to others, depending on how much money they throw at her.
With every song she dances, I have to admire her dedication to it. Also, one thing is clear. Money talks.
Toward the end of her set, she does a round by the table with her most dedicated customer. She lets him caress her ass, but when he gets a bit too handsy with her, she takes a step back and gives him a flirty wink.
Knowing that I’ll be next touching her soft looking skin is a big turn on at the moment. I’m not even sure why that would be since I can have any woman I wanted from the club. But there is something about Ruby Santiago that gets to me, a weird connection that’s been staying with me from the last time I saw her.
I stand up and from my seat at the table and throw some cash on it. Then, I head toward the hallway that leads to all the private rooms. The lights are dimmed, giving it an ethereal vibe, romantic even, which is ironic considering we are in nothing but a glorified brothel.
The security guard checks my appointment on the table in his hand before walking me to the room assigned for my encounter with Ruby tonight.
“There’s a panic button in here, and she knows to use it,” he grumbles at me in a warning tone. “Don’t be like the fuckers she had last week, or I will end you, biker or not.”
I look him over, knowing I could never beat him in a fight. He towers at least a head over my very respectable six foot three frame. The width of him makes him look taller yet.
“I’m not sure who the fuckers in question are or what they did,” I smirk at him. “But I’m here only for a good time.”
The security guard rolls his eyes at me. “So were they.”
I give him a two fingers salute and make myself comfortable on the only available seat in the room, a large chair. I guess it could be a love seat if you were really ambitious. I sit right in the middle of it and stretch my legs in front of me, crossing them at the ankles. I rest my hands on my stomach and get comfortable as I wait for Ruby to make an appearance.
Our last encounter should have laid the foundation going forward. I have no doubt in my ability to make her believe I am someone I’m not. Walking away after won’t be a problem either.
My lips lift into a smile when I see the door finally opening. Ruby walks into the room like she owns it. The confidence with which she looks around makes me instantly hard.
Our eyes meet in a move that feels a bit too intimate. She feels it too because her steps hesitate for just a fraction of a second.
“You’re back.”
Her voice sounds sexy and sultry, just like before, but there’s more to her now. She watches me a bit more carefully, making me think that tonight, she is on a mission to get information out of me. Since I am here to give her said information, shit should be easy.
“We both knew I’d be back.”
She is surprised by my words. When she stops in the middle of the room, I raise an eyebrow at her in challenge. She places both hands on her hips and throws a leg to the side, responding to it.
This is going to be the most fun I’ll ever have on a mission for the club, I decide. I will have to make the most of it.
Since there is no other seat in the room, she either has to stand and continue staring at me, or she can come and sit in my lap. I decide that the latter would be a better option, so I tap my thigh in invitation.
“I’m pretty sure I already paid for the privilege of your ass being in my lap,” I tease her when she hesitates for s second. “And it wasn’t cheap.”
She gives me a closed lip smile and takes the three necessary steps that bring her closer to me. Once our knees touch, she bends over and places her hands on my shoulders before turning her body and finally sitting across my legs.
“Nobody said it would be cheap,” she whispers just as she brings her lips close enough to kiss me.
When the tip of her tongue makes an appearance, I pull my head back.
“No kissing,” I growl at her.
I have no intention to exchange spit with her, no matter how enticing she is at times.
“Anywhere?” She sounds amused by my request but not surprised. I’m sure I’m not the only one not wanting to kiss the dancers.
“You’re more than welcome to kiss my cock,” I invite her.
Ruby chuckles under her breath. “Very predictable, I must say.”
She leans back a little before lifting a hand to run a finger down my cut. She stops when she reaches the patch stating my name.
“Hawk,” she says my name.
I swear to fucking God, I don’t know what it is about this girl’s voice, but my cock gets harder when she speaks. And she only said my name for fuck’s sake.
“Are you a bird of prey?” she teases.
“Occasionally,” I concede.
“Hmm…” She starts making circles around the patch. “And who do you prey on, Hawk?”
I bring my hand up and wrap my fingers around her wrist. I apply just enough pressure for her to get concerned. I don’t care about the panic button the security guard warned me about.
“I prey on little girls like you.”
My words have double meaning, and while not true, I hope they will open the door to the conversation we both want to have, just for different reasons.
Her body freezes from where it’s perched across my legs. Her eyes widen in fear, and I swear she just whimpered. I hate that I’m drawing this reaction out of her, because, no matter what, I’d hate for her to be scared of me.
She licks her lips nervously as she swallows the visible lump in the back of her throat.
“How come I never saw you around here before?”
I shrug. “I never had business around here. Our territory starts on the other side of Austin.”
She nods like she understands what I’m telling her. I just bet she does consider she’s phishing for information.
“What kind of business do you have here now?”
She really makes this too easy for me.
“How about you suck my cock and I’ll tell you.”
I’m only half joking, but she slides off my lap in an instant. I don’t even have time to blink when she lands on her knees at my feet. Her gentle hands rest on my thighs as she waits for me to undo my jeans.
With slow moves, I uncross my ankles and spread my legs wide, making room for her to get closer. I undo the button of my jeans but don’t bother with the zipper.
“Get to work, sweetheart,” I encourage her when she doesn’t move.
Her hands move with confidence when she lowers the zipper and pulls at my jeans and underwear. The tip of my cock makes an appearance first before she gets its entire length out.
“Not bad,” she winks at me, and I about choke on my own spit with the need to laugh.
“Let’s see what you can do with it.”
I wish I took the time to pull my jeans off when she sticks her small hand inside my boxers and cups my balls. I’ve always liked my balls to be played with while I’m getting a blow job, but she doesn’t have enough room to do that.
Since I already know that I’ll come back for seconds, I decide to make the most of this now. Next time, we’ll try something different.
Ruby nibbles at the tip of my cock, with her tongue teasing the small slit. Just as I think she’s about to lick the pre-cum off it, she stops.
“I’d prefer you put a condom on,” she tells me.
By now, I’m sure my eyes look glazed over, and it takes me a second to understand her words.
“I don’t suck anyone’s bare dick,” she continues.
“Fair enough,” I nod.
I wait for her to get off her knees. Her hips hypnotize me with the way they sway from side to side when she walks over to the small dresser that’s close by the door. She opens a drawer and fishes out two condoms out of it.
When she gets back to where I’m waiting for her, she places both condoms on my stomach, close to where the length of my cock can reach.
“One is for the blow job.”
Her hand goes back inside my boxers and squeezes, this time a little harder than before. It’s like she knows exactly what I need.
“What is the other one for?” I’m surprised I can form a coherent sentence.
She lifts her eyes and looks at me from under her lids, the makeup she has on making her look like a fallen angel.
“The other one is for when you fuck me.”