“Ride was good, love, but I think we need some shots. Prospect, grab us a bottle of tequila?”
I cringed. Tequila and I were not friends. We weren’t even close acquaintances. Tequila was like the aunt that you didn’t like visiting because she did weird stuff like pinch your cheeks and make crude comments about her sex life. This is why you avoided her until special occasions, much like tequila.
“Flat on the bar, Harm. I need something to use for a glass.”
“Oh, no, no, no. You know I’m ticklish,” I protested and picked up my beer, ready to do a runner. Blizzard caught me around the waist and pushed me up against the bar, grinding his hips against my backside. His breath tickled my neck, and his couple-of-day-old stubble chafed at my sensitive skin.
“Chicken,” he whispered quietly while still holding me captive.
Laughter broke from my mouth. “I’m not a chicken!”
He slammed the liquor bottle down on the bar in front of me and gave one last thrust of his hips which only caused to make me laugh harder. “Then lay down on the damn bar and keep still.”
“Fine!” I cried, bumping him away with my ass in a move that probably just turned him on even more.
He grabbed hold of the bottom of my T-shirt and yanked it over my head so fast things began to spin. Then gripping me under my arms, he lifted me onto the bar, the cold surface freezing the backs of my legs as I laid down slowly.
“Good girl,” Blizzard commented as he poured a small amount of the liquid into my belly button, resulting in goosebumps breaking out over my body. Thank goodness the tequila itself wasn’t cold, or I probably would have leaped from the bar. Some spilled, and I felt a trickle run down the side of my stomach and onto the bar. His tongue licked the area clean before moving up the center of my stomach. I wiggled on the bartop, squeezing my legs together as I felt myself getting wet with the rather sensual act.
Blizzard pulled at my bra, and his mouth latched on to my nipple causing me to gasp. He rolled it in his mouth eliciting a soft moan to pass through my lips. I shuddered as he released my now-hard nipple with a pop and began to follow the path of another stray drip, his scruffy beard scratching at my skin.
I chewed on my lip as I tilted my head back and enjoyed the softness of his mouth and tongue followed closely by his course whiskers.
A calloused hand moved up the side of my leg and slipped underneath my tight leather skirt. “Like that, baby?” When I didn’t answer, he squeezed my ass cheek tightly, only prompting another small noise of pleasure to leave my mouth.
Two fingers found the outside of my panties. They were now wet, and I was all but grinding my hips against his hand to try and prompt him to move further. These men moved at their own pace, though, and he continued to rub at the material as his tongue swirled and licked the remaining liquid from my stomach.
I let my hand hang down the side of the bar, and my fingers ran up the side of Blizzard’s jeans, unconsciously knowing just where he and I both wanted them to go. Finding the hard rod which stretched against his zipper, I palmed it hard. His hips pushed against my hand, and his thick fingers finally slipped inside the leg of my lacy underwear.
“Blizzard!” I heard Optimus’ voice call out over the now-booming sound system. I sagged in disappointment as Blizzard disconnected himself from my body. “My office. Now.”
Our eyes met briefly, and he offered me a smirk and a tap on the ass before gripping the neck of the tequila bottle and leaving me lying on the hard surface of the bar, horny and disappointed.
When Optimus called, you came running.
I sighed, throwing my T-shirt back on in annoyance. Chelsea shot out of the hall not long after the two men disappeared down it. She looked disheveled and thoroughly fucked but with a worried expression on her face.
“You okay?” I asked as I reached over the bar and pulled two more beers from underneath. I handed her one which she snatched from my grip.
“Fine,” she mumbled as she headed for the small dance floor where a couple of other club girls and strippers were grinding up against some men and each other.
One day she’d tell me what was going on between her and the prez. But Chelsea didn’t like to be pushed, and I didn’t want to lose her in the process simply because I was being nosey. I knew when to pick my battles, and that wasn’t one I was willing to risk.
“Harmony!”
Hearing my name, I searched the room, looking for where the call had come from. My eyes rested on Target, who waved me over. I downed my beer, grabbing another two from Caleb before moving over to Target, who was reclining in an armchair talking with a couple of other brothers, Wrench and Kev.
Kev had Dana straddling his lap, grinding and thrusting her unnatural boobs in his face. Dana and I didn’t exactly see eye to eye. She hadn’t been with the club as long as I had, only moving in about six months ago. But boy, she had stirred up some shit since then. She was young, obnoxious, and had her head so far up her ass I’m surprised the guys could fit their cocks in it.
I sat on the arm of the chair and dangled one of the beer bottles in front of Target’s face. He took it and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me off the arm of the chair and across his lap. I squealed and held my beer up, hoping it wouldn’t spill everywhere.
“Cheers, babe.”
Target’s hand went straight up my skirt, and a hard bulge began to form underneath me. He continued his conversation with the boys, even as I writhed and squirmed on his lap. His ability to multitask was quite astounding. Target wasn’t my favorite of the brothers. He could be crude and demeaning. Most of the men treated me with respect. I had earned it. Sure, they came to us club girls with the intention of getting their dick wet and getting off, but the majority of them also cared enough to make sure we had a good time too. We had a mutually beneficial arrangement. They liked to keep us happy just as much as we wanted to keep them happy.
Wrench reached over and pulled the front of my shirt down along with my bra, releasing my breasts. He rubbed at my nipple gently as Target began pushing two fingers in and out of my pussy while his palm put pressure on my sensitive clit. I tucked a hand under me and rubbed the length of Target’s still-hardening cock through his jeans.
“Ah, fuck it.” Target gripped the back of my neck tightly. I winced at the pain. He forced me off his lap and directed me around the couch, his fingertips digging tightly into my throat and making me stand unusually straight. We moved toward the pool table where he forced me to bend, slamming my face into the rough green surface. I felt my lip burst and the metallic taste of blood enter my mouth. As he released my neck to unbuckle his pants, I pushed back off the table, throwing him off balance and causing him to stumble backward.
“Fuck you, asshole!” I growled. Just because I was here to fuck and please the brothers, it didn’t mean I put up with being treated like shit.
A dirty smirk crossed his lips. “Yeah, baby. Was just about to.” A dark look flashed over his features. “Now turn the fuck around.”
My eyes narrowed. “Go fuck yourself, Target.”
I pulled my top back into place and folded my arms across my chest.
“Bitch, you ain’t here to talk. You’re here to fuck.” He moved toward me, venom in his words and anger in his eyes.
Wrench stepped between us, holding his hands up as a peacemaker. “Bro, calm down. She’s bleeding, let her go get cleaned up.” He turned to me and reached up to touch my lip. I flinched at the pain. “Go sort yourself out, Harm.”