Meeting
1050 Words
Whiz
It had been a long day. We had met with Ivan to try to find out who the fu*k was trying to infiltrate our deals.
Someone had fu*ked up a shipment the Bratva had sent from overseas. Looked like they tried to throw us under the bus. Thankfully, I'm good at my job. I hacked security cams at the dock and it clearly wasn't us. Thank fu*k for small victories. We couldn't afford to lose the Bratva backing, let alone feeling their wrath.
I was two Jamesons in and feeling good. Starting to think about taking one of these strippers back to the house for some TLC. But I relented. Wasn't really in the mood. And then a newbie approached with a fresh bottle.
And da*n.
I haven't ever seen this goddess here before. Jet black hair, electric blue eyes. Couldn't really tell how amazing her body probably was. Holding a bottle of my favorite Irish whiskey. My di*k sprang to life.
Tight jeans with a chain wallet slumped over her curvy hips. Long sleeve band T-shirt covered with a jean coat. She looked out of place for a strip club but also a very tempting vixen.
"Refills gentleman?"
She had an aura of confidence. Like she didn't have to show any skin to seduce. She oozed seduction.
"Right here pretty girl."
She smirked. "Not a girl, but I'm flattered."
She filled my cup and turned to the others. I noticed the faint glow of her skin. She was fu*king beautiful. And she was wearing a Gojira shirt. My favorite band. Did heaven just drop her into my lap? I wanted to bite her. Brand her.
Fu*k.
Yelena
I was nervous as he*l. A table of bikers were definitely judging me. Not in a bad way, just in a trying to read me way. But I felt one particular biker burning me with his eyes. And he was fu*king intimidating. And hot.
I grew up around intimidating men. This was different. He didn't scare me necessarily, but he was demanding a room.
Dark eyes, shaved head. Tattoos peeking out of his clothes up his neck and over his head. He had plenty of piercings. Eyebrows, ears, lip and nose. I could only imagine where else. And he was massive. Biggest dude I've ever seen.
I wasn't scared, my brother would filet these guys if needed. But I also didn't want to lean on the wrong side of them. I had enough of being on the wrong side of men to cover a lifetime.
"If you guys need anything else, just holler. I'll come back in a bit to check on you. Anyone need anything else right now?"
"Your number." The hot shaved-headed guy barked out.
Bold.
"As much as I appreciate your bravery, I'm going to have to decline. Not looking for anything right now."
"Who says I'm looking for serious? Maybe I just want a taste."
Wow, this guy was something else. I'm sure he was used to women throwing themselves at him. But I wasn't down for that. And no offense to bikers, but they tend to get around. Especially with club bunnies.
"Not happening. But if you need anything drink-related let me know."
He smiled. And da*n was it a smile. Dimples and all. If the idea of a man's hands on my body didn't make me instantly shut down, I'd consider it.
The rest of the night went smoothly. To my surprise, I did get plenty of tips. Especially from hot biker guy. I'd almost think he was buttering me up.
After the last customer left, we locked up and Ivan came to pick me up.
"How'd it go?"
"Pretty well actually. I only got hit on 76 times.
He snapped his head towards me. Glaring. I loved messing with Ivan.
"And who was hitting on you dear sister? Who do I need to make disappear?"
I could tell he was going to pop a vessel if I didn't tell him the truth. He could read me like a book.
"It wasn't anything crazy, Ivan, all he did was ask for my number. I declined."
"One of the bikers?"
How the hel*l did he know? I mean, I know it's a biker hang out, but he clocked it right away.
"Um ya. Whiz I think his name was."
He gripped the steering wheel, hard.
"Stay away from them and their bedrooms. Especially that Whiz guy. He's a bit off his rocker."
"You know I don't like to be touched, Ivan. Especially by men. Plus if they saw my body they'd run away."
His features softened at that.
"Stop it. Not all men are shallow pri*ks, Yelena. Someday you'll meet someone who doesn't give a sh*t about that. You're beautiful. And have a great personality."
I just smiled and peered out the window.
Sure. Totally going to happen. I internally rolled my eyes.
Whiz
I spent the entire night watching that se*y little vixen. She shot me down, but I can't say I blame her. It was a bold move on my part.
I was a little curious. For working in a strip club she was entirely covered. Sure, her tight jeans didn't hide those delicious curves and that a*s that begged to be bit, but her shirt and jacket were at least twice her size.
Maybe it was just her style, but a part of me doubted that.
What was that little vixen hiding?
I was going to go to Club Red tonight but decided against it. I couldn't get that bombshell out of my head. Shamelessly jer*ing it until I passed out. The fantasies I had of her probably would scare her off.
Tying her down, fu*king her hard as I took the nee*les out from that beautiful skin. Hearing her scream my name. Pouring hot wax all of that juicy a*s. Spanking her until my hand prints were imprinted on her skin.
Fu*k.
I needed to know more about her. And I would. I wasn't above using my abilities to find out her secrets.
Yelena was her name. And her accent I couldn't quite pinpoint but definitely there. She intrigued me. Not sure why I was so drawn to her, but here I was. And today I was going to do some research.
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