Maverick strode into the Demented Souls clubhouse for the first time in nearly two years. Damn, it felt good to be home. He couldn’t wait to get a beer and kick back without having to worry about his every move and who might be watching.
Damn, it felt good to be home. As his eyes adjusted from the glare outside, the sweat dripping down his face gelled as the refreshingly cool air washed over him. He noted a face he didn’t recognize behind the bar and a couple of hot new whores on stools nearby. Without a second thought, he closed the distance and slid onto the stool nearest the one with the lighter colored hair. He’d always had a thing for blondes. He motioned to the kid behind the bar for a drink then turned to the chick on the stool beside him.
“Why don’t you come over here and suck my
