FoA Chapter 2

The housewife joins Riley in the doorway, looking apologetic.

“I was about to tell you not to go in there,” she says to her, miffed.

“Sorry,” Riley says, blushing, her eyes on you.

“She’s here to fix my bathroom, but I spilled coffee on her,” her mother explains, giving you a **** look.

“It’s OK,” you reply, playing along and covering up.

“Sorry,” Riley repeats, leaving the room in a hurry. The housewife slips in.

“I thought she wouldn’t be home yet. Are you OK?”

“It’s fine,” you reply. Like… after what you just did, do you really care about someone seeing you naked? Not really. You are already over it.

“Here. It’s one of my duaghter’s,” the woman tells you, handing you a red shirt with a soccer ball stitched on the front.

“Thanks,” you reply, and quickly get dressed. Riley’s shirt is a little tight on you, but it’s not covered in cum, so it’ll do.

You get back to the van as fast as you can. The day’s getting away from you. It’s already afternoon, so you drive back to Jan’s place, throw the keys through her mail slot, then get on your bike and return to the clubhouse.

The unmarked police van’s still out there, but you can hear music inside. That’s odd because it’s not even dark yet. The bar doesn’t get rowdy this early. Nobody’s drinking at this hour.

You go in to find Tanya working hard on cleaning up. She’s a slim brunette who’s a student at the college. She’s very ordinary, the girl next door type, and she doesn’t belong in a place full of horny women with penises, but she’s broke. Stef likes her, and Tanya needs the money, so she tends bar for the club.

She’s busy erasing the wreckage from the party last night, wearing jeans and a cute green top, but what’s going on over by the stage is more interesting.

A woman is up there that you have never seen before, doing a routine on the pole. She’s wearing simple, blue lingerie and her blonde hair is loose and all over the place as she dances and twirls. You enjoy the sight of her slim, but soft body. She’s got nice curves and good skin. She’s pretty and wholesome looking, like she doesn’t belong on a stripper pole, but then again, Tanya doesn’t belong in a biker bar. You didn’t belong in that house an hour ago. This is life.

Stef is sitting in a chair in front of the stage, legs crossed, watching the dancer. She motions for you to come closer. You walk over to join her.

“Tryouts,” she says.

“Right,” you reply.

“You get it done?”

“The van’s at Jan’s.”

“Did you take care of Mary?” Stef asks, her eyes on the dancer as the sexy music plays.

“I didn’t realize I had to do a show too,” you say.

“Oh, she made you?” Stef grins up at you. “I’m surprised she was brave enough to ask you. Good for her.”

“You really do that?” You sit in a chair beside Stef and join her in watching.

“Demo the product for her? Yeah,” Stef says, smiling. “I do.”

“Aren’t you married?”

“I don’t touch Mary and Mary doesn’t touch me,” Stef replies with a shrug, taking a swig of beer. She smiles and looks over at you. “But one day she’ll give in. She’s a cutie.”

Mary is her name, huh? And Riley’s her daughter? They’re both pretty attractive.

“So everything’s cool,” Stef says.

“Yes,” you say.

“OK.” Stef gestures to the dancer, who stops, a thin sheen of sweat on her body. “Last part of the test.” Stef reaches into her pocket and takes out a quarter. “Good job this morning, Adella. You got fifty fifty odds. Heads or tails?”

“Tails,” you say, of course.

Stef flips the coin and catches it. “Heads,” she says.

You laugh.

“OK, sweetie. Land the plane,” Stef says to the dancer, who steps down from the stage and moves closer to her. “Stick around,” Stef says to you as you start to get up. You awkwardly sit back down as the dancer starts her lap dance on your boss. She spends a little time with her chest in Stef’s face, but as soon as she realizes that Stef has a penis in her jeans, she turns around and focuses with her booty, using a light but spirited rolling motion, making sure that her blonde hair tickles Stef’s face.

The older woman deals with it gracefully, leaning back and enjoying it with a little smile. The bulge in her jeans gives away that she likes it, but she keeps her hands off the dancer. You wouldn’t be able to do that. You would totally put your hands on her waist, pull her in to grind.

You’re getting a little hard yourself, even though you already got off today.

“Good,” Stef says, stopping the dancer, who gets up. There are a few sparkles of moisture on her pale thighs. She enjoyed that too. “You’re in. See you tonight.” She stands up and gives the dancer a light pat on her round backside as she goes, and you both watch the blonde walk away. Clearing her throat and adjusting the bulge in her jeans, Stef puts her arm around you and steers you back out of the bar and to her office.

“I want you to see something, Adella. And relax, you can get all the free lap dances from her you want. Later,” she adds.

“I’m good,” you say.

“Sure. She’s pretty, right? She’s an exchange student from Amsterdam. Her name’s Lotte. I tried to explain to her what she’s getting into around here, but she says it’s OK. We’ll see.” Stef shuts her office door and locks it, going to the desk and opening a drawer. She perches on the edge and takes out an item. “Do you know what this is?”

You stare it, then take it as she offers it to you. It’s a rubber dildo covered in bumps.

“It’s a dildo,” you say.

“A dildo that we did not supply,” Stef says, snatching it back and waving it at you. “I found it in the home of one of our customers. She’s on vacation. I’m not sure where she got it. But then my sister called and told me there were bikers at her place.”

“Her place?” you ask, lost. You knew that Stef has a sister, but nothing about her.

“It’s a bar in the next county called Goldfinger. It’s a fun bar. You know, for people like us. Girls with cocks. Girls without cocks. Whatever. You know? Anyway, none of us were there. So she’s seeing bikers and we’re seeing merch in our territory that we didn’t bring in. What’s that tell you?” Stef asks.

“Someone else is trying to come in on our business?”

Stef spreads her hands and makes a face. “It’s possible. Someone needs to get up there and ask around. Someone that nobody’ll recognize. We know you pretty well, Adella. But the other gangs don’t. I need you to go and see where this supply is coming from.”

“How would I know who to talk to?” you ask. This job seems harder than picking up cargo. More complicated.

“My sister’s traveling, but a girl named Rachel is pouring drinks and she’s cool. You should probably start with her. She can tell you who the regulars are and if there are any new faces. You want to check out anyone who’s started showing up recently,” Stef says.

That makes sense. It’s smart and careful. Stef is a good leader for this club.

“Can you handle it?”

“I can,” you say. “You aren’t going to ask me to take care of that, are you?” you ask, glancing down at her bulge. It’s still there.

She laughs. “Would you?”

“Of course.”

“Do you want to?”

“You want me to?” you shoot back.

Stef grins. “You’re saucy today. Did that truck driver pull something?”

“Did you know she was going to pull something?” you demand, planting your hands on your hips.

“Oh, shit. No. What did she make you do?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll go to Goldfinger,” you say, turning away.

“You tease,” Stef says to your back as you leave the office. “Don’t take your bike. Take my car.” She throws you her keys.

“OK,” you say, and walk a little sexy as you go, letting her have a look at the way your hips move as you go out the door.

But then you’re back in the bar. Tanya’s busily collecting empty beer bottles, and you stop to help her put some in a plastic bin.

“Hi,” she says, smiling at you.

“Hi,” you reply. “You OK?”

“Sure,” she says. “Are you? You drank a lot last night.”

“I’m getting used to it,” you say. “You have something on your glasses.”

“You try keeping your glasses clean in this place,” she replies, pouting a little. All the girls in the club hit on her, but she never seems to go for it. Now all the girls are going to hit on this girl named Lotte. How will she deal with it? Probably not as well as Tanya.

But you need to worry about yourself. It looks like you’re going on out drinking tonight.