FoA Chapter 5

You love flirting with Tanya.

It’s actually your go-to thing to do on these days where there’s nothing going on. You had that meeting, and Jan took off to take care of the stuff. There are downsides to being in a biker gang. No healthcare… no retirement plan. But the upside is that your time is flexible. It’s 1PM and you’re drinking a beer, alone in a bar with a cute girl.

So, of course you flirt with her.

Tanya is so great. She’s so calm and cool. She understands the club so well, even though she’s never allowed near any of the secrets or the business. She just handles everything so gracefully. Drunken idiots, horny idiots, people like you—whatever comes her way, she can deal with it. And then she gets to class on time the next day. Even though the club treats her like a servant, you have a feeling that one day Tanya will be someone.

It seems unlikely that anyone from the club will ever be anybody, unless you count Stef. Stef is definitely a popular person in the community, and while she’s not exactly rich, she’s been making money all these years that she’s been running vibes and dildos for Gurlberg.

But the rest of you can’t be Stef. It doesn’t hurt that Stef is married to a local lawyer, who is also well-known.

So anyway, with nothing to do, you flirt with Tanya. She’s not embarrassed or anything, so you know she’s got some experience… but you don’t think it’s very much. She’s had a couple boyfriends maybe, but she’s definitely single now. Tons of girls hit on her in the bar, including several members of the club, but she never takes the bait.

And you don’t actually think that you will be the one to break through and charm her, although you have to admit, if you ever were looking to settle down, someone like Tanya would be the best.

Maybe that’s why you like teasing her so much.

“So, do you know Rachel?” you ask her. You’re only on your second beer, but you’re feeling pretty good.

“What? You think bartenders have their own social network? No. I don’t know her,” Tanya says, wiping down the counter as she refers to the bartender at Goldfinger, who you boned last night in her own bar.

“Oh, you don’t?”

“I don’t,” Tanya says with a smile.

“She’s fun,” you say. “I fucked her brains out last night.”

Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.

Tanya stops. “You what?”

“Yeah. I was just flirting with her, and she was down. She asked me to help her close, so I helped her bend over and, you know.” You slap your hand on the counter, gazing at Tanya, who laughs.

“Are you serious?” she asks.

“Mm hmm.” You nod.

“Oh my God.”

“She was so hot. She’s like all skinny, but she had this goth vibe,” you say, swigging more beer. “Mm. I want to see her again.”

“You should,” Tanya says, coming over. “You should call her. Ask her out. Give her some flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Yes. Maybe she really likes you. Like,” she starts to speak, but stops, looking around to make sure no other members of the club are nearby. “Seriously? I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m not about to fuck anyone that I don’t like. She must like you. Don’t just bang her and bail. That’s messed up.”

“She was pretty casual about it,” you say defensively.

“Adella, I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too.”

“No, you just wanted to get your rocks off,” Tanya says.

“What’s wrong with that?”

She sighs and rolls her eyes, throwing her towel on the counter. “Nothing, I guess.”

“Make me a Mai Tai.”

“No, fuck you. You’re drinking for free, it’s daytime, I’m not supposed to be tending bar right now, I’m supposed to be cleaning, you get beer,” Tanya says.

“Give me better beer, then,” you say.

Tanya rolls her eyes and snatches the empty Miller Lite bottles away and opens a bottle of Dos Equis for you. You swig and stare at her.

“Who would it be?” you ask. You might be getting a little drunk.

“What do you mean?’ she replies, coming back over to you.

“If it was one of us,” you say. “Who would you hook up with?”

“Oh my God.”

“Answer the question!” you say. “Like, I can easily answer it,” you add.

“Excuse me?”

“Like, if I had to hook up with anyone who worked here,” you say, pausing to drink the rest of the beer. “You know, like you or that girl.”

“That girl?”

“That blonde. She’s a stripper,” you say.

“OK, we call her a dancer,” Tanya corrects you. “Her name is Lotte. She’s a university student with a lot of debt. She’s a person. An individual. The fact that she needs money doesn’t just make her a sex object.”

“Sure,” you say, trying not to burp. “Sure, yeah. So there’s you and her. I’d totally hook up with you,” you say.

Tanya sighs and nods. “That’s very sweet, Adella.”

“You’re great,” you say.

“Thanks.”

“So answer it! If it was one of us, who would it be?” you press, finishing your beer and reaching across the counter to poke her with the bottle. “Who?”

She takes the bottle from you. “OK. Oh, god. Where do I even start? With you?”

“With me?” You stare at her.

“Hothead prospect. Not in the club yet. Fucks anything with legs.”

“Wait,” you say, but she keeps talking.

“I mean, you’re horny like fire is hot, so you just do whatever. Then, who else is there? Vicky? Vicky’s fun. Hmm.” Tanya smiles and leans on the counter, looking thoughtful. “Vicky’s a lot of fun. She might make a good girlfriend, but I feel like I’d be the adult in that relationship. I’d have to take care of her. She would cheat on me. So would you.”

“I asked about hookups, not relationships,” you say, lurching over the counter to grab yourself another cold bottle of beer. You open it yourself and drink.

“Yeah, so the prospect is hot, but drunk all the time. And Vicky’s not mature,” Tanya goes on, staring at you. “So that brings us to… who else? Caroline? Caroline’s sexy as hell. I’d let her fuck me.”

She is so just saying that to annoy you. Really? Caroline, but not you?

“I so would,” she goes on, still gazing at you. “She’s not a moron like the rest of you. She’s in shape. Probably great in bed.” She shrugs. She is teasing you. “Yeah. I want that dick.”

“Keep going,” you snap.

“Keep going? Okay, who, even? There’s so many of you. Carla?” She shrugs. “She’s a sexy mommy, I guess. I bet she’s kinky as hell. If she came onto me, I’d be into it. Same with Stef.”

“So you like those MILFs?” you ask.

“Maybe I do,” Tanya shoots back.

“What about Fang?”

“Fang?”

“Yeah, what about Fang?”

“I’d sleep with her,” Tanya says, leaning on the counter and grinning. You can’t tell if she’s kidding or not. “I want to see what she can do. Get my hands on her in that catsuit. See what that booty feels like.” She wiggles her fingers at you. “I wonder how big her cock is. I bet it’s really big. Way bigger than yours,” she adds.

“That’s hurtful,” you reply. “You haven’t seen mine.”

“I think it’s just a matter of time until you get fucked up and pull it out in the bar,” Tanya says.

“Thanks, babe.” You smile at her.

“Yeah. And I guess, while I’m thinking about it, Jan would be pretty fun. I mean, she’s gross, but she’s fun. And I bet she’s hung as hell,” Tanya continues. You kind of wish she would stop now. “I mean, enough girls go home with her that there’s got to be something going on there.”

“What about Stef?” you ask.

“Big Mommy?”

Stef isn’t actually big. She’s not even as tall as you, and she’s quite slim. But yeah… everyone sees her that way. As some all-powerful matriarch who towers over everything.

“Yeah,” you say.

“Would I bang her?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s married,” Tanya points out. “I don’t think I’d get with a married woman.”

“If she wasn’t?”

Tanya shrugs. “Hot MILF. Confident as hell. If she made a move, I’d be so naked. So naked,” she repeats. “So naked. Fuck me, Mommy.”

You laugh, and so does Tanya. You aren’t sure if she’s serious, but you’ve had enough beers that it’s fun regardless.

“Oh, yes. Fucking do me,” Tanya goes on, gazing at you.

“You like Stef that much?” you ask.

“Well, she is my boss.”

That’s true. You don’t think about it, it just comes to you: a vision of Stef and Tanya after hours, Tanya bent over the counter and Stef with her jeans and underwear around her ankles, pounding her to a squirting, screaming orgasm, and then just digging her fingers into those soft hips and cream…

You stop. You’re drunk, but not that drunk.

“You are so great,” you repeat to Tanya, who smiles at you. “I love you so much.”

“Thanks.” She opens another beer and then grabs her broom, heading off to do some sweeping, you guess… but then the door to the back bangs open. You stop in the act of drinking and turn to look.

Stef walks out, looking serious. Caroline is right behind her.

They come straight to you.

“What’s up?” you ask.

Stef lays a friendly hand on your shoulder.

“So Jan got picked up today,” she says.

“What?”

“She got picked up. By the cops,” Stef explains, her face very… neutral.

You start to say something, but she shoves you into the bar.

“Don’t move,” she snarls. Suddenly she and Caroline are both patting you down. Normally, having their hands all over you would be cool, but not like this. Stef rips something away from the collar of your shirt.

“What the fuck is this?” she demands, showing it to you. It’s… you don’t know what it is. It looks like a tiny, electronic gizmo. Your brain puts it together… the cops knew where to grab Jan. That is a listening device, and it was on you. They were listening in on the meeting.

“Oh, shit,” you say.

“Yeah, that’s about right,” Stef says, jerking you off your barstool.