Nothing wrong with rowdy

You've never been inside a bar before, much less what looks like a biker dive out on the edge of town. Not that you don't have any experience with ****. Your friends have gotten sloshed with a stolen bottle of rum a time or two, and you got nice and buzzed on mixed drinks that one time you snuck into a college party. As long as you're careful not to have too much, you should be OK. As you feel the heat of Phil's glare on you, the thought of "apologizing" to him at their clubhouse becomes less and less appealing. You'd much rather deal with the "rowdy" crowd at the Tavern. Rowdy is fun. Rowdy is exciting.

And besides, if things get too rowdy, there's always Bear to protect you.

What is it about this guy that makes you trust him so much, RC? Was it the slimy come on, or the way he pawed at your ass?

Squeezing your arms around Bear's large, solid form, you ignore the caution of your inner voice in favor of the thrill of the rumbling motorcycle between your legs. If I'd been listening to my doubts, I'd still be at my stupid job dealing with stupid Jeremy. "I can handle rowdy, Bear. Let's take a pit stop. Besides, I need to celebrate losing my job."

Bear lets out a gigantic laugh. "Atta girl, sweetheart! I knew there was something different about you." He revs his bike a couple more times, and you lean against his back and hum to yourself as the sensation floods through your body. "C'mon boys, let's show this little lady how they do it at the Tavern." He peels out from the intersection and does a long loop back into the parking lot. You revel in all of it. The fuzzy warmth inside, the rumbling heat of the bike between your legs, the feeling of being taken away from your boring life by something much more powerful than yourself. The danger you sense within that power just adds a dizzying edge of excitement to everything.

As you dismount in the parking lot and hand Bear your helmet, you catch yourself before joining the others in removing your jacket. While you're sure none of these guys would mind you strutting around in just your bra, you're wary of the crowd inside the Tavern. Better to just leave the jacket on for now. Bear seems to notice your hesitation and gives you a knowing grin. Relief at his understanding of your predicament adds to the warm fuzziness inside. He offers you his arm, and you slip yours around it as you all start walking toward the entrance.

Billy trots ahead and pushes the door open, letting out a blast of AC/DC and warm, smoky air. You blink against the sudden noise and light as you step inside, and once your eyes adjust you take in the interior of the Tavern. It's fairly crowded, with groups of men gathered around the low-hanging lights and card tables that take up the main area. To the left is the bar, to the right are a few pool tables and an old jukebox, the kind that still has the catalog of CDs to flip through. Against the back wall, beyond the crowd, you see a low stage that's currently empty.

At first you think you're the only girl in the place, but then you notice a few women scattered throughout the crowd, all seemingly attached to a rough-looking man. As Bear pulls you over toward the bar, you see the bartender is also one of the few women in the building. She has a ruddy face and dark curly hair, and her denim vest is covered in sewn-on patches. Her bright blue eyes give you an appraising look as you approach. "Where'd you find this one, Bear? You trollin' schoolyards again?"

Bear chuckles as he takes a seat and pats the stool next to him. "Nice to see you too, Suzie." He looks down at you as you sit beside him. "I found little RC here working a crummy food-service job, and offered her something a bit more interesting to do on a Friday night."

Suzie looks you up and down, her eyes pausing disapprovingly on your short purple hair. "RC, huh? You sure you know what you're getting into, hon?"

I dunno, do I? You look up at Bear as he puts his arm heavily around your shoulder. Your doubts are starting to get a little more insistent, but they still can't compete with the nice fuzzy feeling and the lingering excitement of the motorcycle ride. Besides, you don't want to act like some scared kid your first time ever going into a bar. You look back at Suzie and put on your best confident face. "Hell yeah, I'm here to have some fun!"

Bear laughs and his hand squeezes your shoulder, just hard enough to hurt a little. "What'd I tell ya, Suzie? Now how about a round for me and my boys? First one's on me."

Suzie goes down the line to take everyone's order. Billy gets a 7 and 7, Phil grumbles out an order for a whiskey sour, and Slim takes a tall scotch on the rocks. "And what about you, Bear?"

"Gimme a shot of Evan Williams, and another for the little lady."

Suzie raises an eyebrow at you, and then looks back at Bear. "You know I can't serve her without proper ID, and I'm not even gonna bother asking. She can sit with you, but I'm not giving her any hard stuff."

Your cheeks get hot and you feel yourself shrinking against Bear. Maybe this was a bad idea. Bear squeezes your shoulder again, gentler this time. "Alright then, Suzie, I'll just take two for myself then."

Suzie sighs at that. "OK, but no Bear shots. At least, not while I'm lookin'."

The other men all laugh at that. Bear shots? You watch as Suzie fills up two shot glasses with clear brown liquid from a square bottle and places them in front of Bear. He takes one in each hand and nods at Suzie. "Keep the tab open. I got a feeling this night's just getting started."

Suzie sighs again and walks away to the other end of the bar. Bear raises one of the shot glasses and looks at his buddies. "Here's to new friends!" The other men all raise their glasses and take large swigs, while Bear slams his shot glass against the bar and then brings it back up to his face, tilting his head back as he pours the bourbon down his throat. "Ahh!" He looks back down at you. "You ready for your first Bear shot, sweetheart?"

The fuck is a Bear shot? "Hell yeah I am!" You need to show Bear you can handle yourself, and something about the way Suzie had looked at your hair makes you eager to prove you're not just some punk kid.

The other men chuckle and lean against the bar to get a better look past Bear. You watch as the large man takes the other shot glass and brings it to his mouth. "Alright now sweetheart. Say 'ahhh'." After you hesitantly comply, he moves quickly. He pours the liquor into his mouth at the same time his hand around your shoulder comes up to grab the short hair on the back of your head and pull it back. Before you know what's happening, his face is right over yours and the whiskey is falling from his mouth over your tongue and down your gullet and it stings but all you can focus on is the feeling of his strong hand pulling at your hair and the flare of heat between your legs and then he lets go.

You fall forward, catching yourself against the bar, unable to control your coughing. You'd never taken a straight shot like that before, and your tongue and throat feel like they're on fire. A new kind of warmth spreads through the pleasant fuzziness, and you start to feel a little dizzy. It's way too hot in here. Before you can catch yourself, you unzip the riding jacket, exposing your bra. That's when you realize the men are all laughing at you. Even Bear.

"Not bad for your first time, sweetheart. You ready to try that again now that you know what's coming?"

Your face is red and your eyes are wet as you look up at him. A wide, warm grin splits his face, but something in his eyes is making the heat between your legs start to throb. Before you can think, you nod. "Y-yeah, Bear, bring it on. That was great."

The other men laugh into their drinks, but Bear just grins wider, and that something in his eyes gets a little sharper. He calls out to Suzie, and as she comes back down with the bottle her eyes go to your open jacket. Her lips press into a thin straight line, and she pours out two more shots without a word and walks away.

Bear slams his shot back and then picks up the other glass. "Open wide sweetheart."

You obey, opening your mouth and partially extending your tongue. Anticipating what comes next, you lean your head back a little, but that doesn't stop him from digging his thick fingers into your hair again. This time, he pulls even harder, and you suck in a sharp breath through your nose as he presses his lips against yours. The burning of the whiskey is lost in the heat that's spreading from between your legs to blend with the warm fuzziness. Once the liquor is transferred Bear pulls away, his hand lingering in your hair for just a moment before letting go.

Panting, face flushed, desperately trying to suppress the coughing, you look up at Bear. I want him to pull my hair again. "Tha-*kuhk-kuhk* That all you got for me, Bear?" The thoughts and the words are coming before you can focus, like you're on autopilot. Your head starts to spin a little, and it's still too hot. Before you can even finish processing the thought, you slip the jacket off. As it hits the dirty floor, you belatedly hope that Billy won't get mad. The thought makes you giggle, and you look over to see Billy is smiling right back at you. We're cool, this is cool. I'm so cool.

Bear places a hand around your hip, and his touch against your bare skin is electric fire. "Oh I've got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart. You want another?" He doesn't even wait to see your eager nod before calling out to Suzie for another round.

As she comes back down toward your group, she sees your uncovered torso and quickly looks away, the thin line of her mouth twisting into a grimace. She pours out the shots and leaves the bottle this time, walking back to the other end of the bar in a hurry. Yeah, that's right, ya old bitch. You can't handle me.

Bear slams back his shot, and you feel a flood of fuzzy heat as you open your mouth and lean your head back. Before he even picks up the other shot glass, his hand moves from your hip to the back of your head. A sharp, wet gasp escapes your lips as he pulls and twists, the pain shooting straight to the throbbing between your legs. He pushes his mouth against yours, his tongue following the whiskey, invading your mouth and overwhelming you with the sensation of being small, being helpless, being consumed by this giant of a man.

When he finally pulls away, you can't look anywhere else. Your mouth hangs open, letting out heavy breaths. Your skin tingles. The pulsing fuzzy heat inside is smothering what remains of your doubts, and all you can think about is how you want more.

A voice calls out from behind you. "Helluva show, girly! You gonna be on stage tonight?"

Bear sees the confusion in your eyes and chuckles. "Friday is amateur night, sweetheart. Big prizes for the winner. Now, I don't want to pressure you into anything, but I do think you'd have quite an edge up there. Most of the other ladies aren't quite as fresh as you."

The thoughts move slowly through your head, like they're caught in a web. Amateur night? On stage?

Fresh?

Billy pipes up. "C'mon Bear, I'm gettin' antsy. Let's play some pool or something. I don't wanna sit around and watch this girl embarrass herself."

Bear shrugs. "Up to you, sweetheart. We're here to celebrate your emancipation from work, after all. You wanna play some pool with me and the boys, or take a shot at that prize?"