greeting.
I reflexively responded, “Ally. Thanks for the beer,” and shook his hand.
We chatted for the next forty minutes, and to be honest, I nearly forgot about the dark sexy biker. We conversed about everything from his being from Florida, to my interest in art. As he spoke, utterly smooth and intelligent, I found myself feeling less and less adequate to hold his attentions. Pretty soon I was glancing around the bar, there were plenty of women here alone. I noticed a blonde just a few seats away. She was gorgeous, her long curled locks surrounding her perfect porcelain skin and cherub-like features. I felt self-conscious about my lazy attire and lack of makeup, yet not once did I notice his attentions stray.
“Are you expecting someone?” he asked, reading into my glances around the bar.
“Oh, well, yes." It couldn’t hurt to explain my insecure glances at the other patrons by telling him I was meeting Kate.
“Ah, I understand. I will leave you be, I am sure your boyfriend wouldn’t be excited to see me flirting with you.” Very slowly he started to get up, I could tell he was fishing for information about who was I was meeting.
“No, no! It’s my friend Kate, she was supposed to be here about ten minutes ago.”
His eyes softened and he put his glass back onto the counter. Just then I saw Kate rushing past the windows towards the doors.
Turning back to him, “here she comes.” He tore a piece of a receipt from the bill in front of him and jotted down his number, pressing it gently into my hand.
“I would like to see you again. Call me and we can get dinner sometime.”
Kate approached just as he released my hand and I smiled and nodded as he turned and left. I was blushing when I turned to Kate, her eyes following the handsome man whose hand had just been wrapped around mine. She lifted her eyebrows at me curiously and started to giggle. “How was your night? I prodded her. With Kate, you could avoid inquiry about anything if you simply changed the topic to her favorite subject: herself.
“Well,” she looked up at me like a guilty child, “Chase is amazing! We all went out to Santos. I had never heard of it before, it's a total biker club, of course. Leather and lace everywhere. The club has really strict rules about women and most of them are not allowed to speak unless directly addressed.
Anyhow, Chase hadn’t said much about the rules at Santos and I made the mistake of getting a little out of control after a few shots. So the next thing I know the leader, Jacob Hartley, quiets the entire bar and calls me out. You probably saw him last night, he was the tall one with black curly hair.”
My mind flashed back to the dark sexy one from the night before--was he the leader? I wanted to stop her there to clarify whom she was talking about, but she had already begun again.
“Anyhow, he makes the rules, so he said I had to “pay the penalty,” which was a dance, on stage, on the pole. I played innocent and shy but you know me, Ally, I like being the center of attention anyway, and the moment I walked in and saw the other girls taking turns dancing I wanted to give it a shot. When Chase nodded for me to comply I totally got crazy. I swear the whole place was in a roar and god I had so much fun! Afterwards Chase took me for a ride on his bike and we ended up back at his place… Ally he was so strong, he lifted me off the back of his bike and carried me into his kitchen and pressed me up against the wall. I couldn’t help myself I wanted it so badly and I gave in. Do you think that was slutty of me?” She momentarily stopped talking and looked at me for approval but I was slow to respond, still processing her tale.
No experience in my life could compare to the crazy night she had. “So this Jacob, the leader, what's his deal,” I
I reflexively responded, “Ally. Thanks for the beer,” and shook his hand.
We chatted for the next forty minutes, and to be honest, I nearly forgot about the dark sexy biker. We conversed about everything from his being from Florida, to my interest in art. As he spoke, utterly smooth and intelligent, I found myself feeling less and less adequate to hold his attentions. Pretty soon I was glancing around the bar, there were plenty of women here alone. I noticed a blonde just a few seats away. She was gorgeous, her long curled locks surrounding her perfect porcelain skin and cherub-like features. I felt self-conscious about my lazy attire and lack of makeup, yet not once did I notice his attentions stray.
“Are you expecting someone?” he asked, reading into my glances around the bar.
“Oh, well, yes." It couldn’t hurt to explain my insecure glances at the other patrons by telling him I was meeting Kate.
“Ah, I understand. I will leave you be, I am sure your boyfriend wouldn’t be excited to see me flirting with you.” Very slowly he started to get up, I could tell he was fishing for information about who was I was meeting.
“No, no! It’s my friend Kate, she was supposed to be here about ten minutes ago.”
His eyes softened and he put his glass back onto the counter. Just then I saw Kate rushing past the windows towards the doors.
Turning back to him, “here she comes.” He tore a piece of a receipt from the bill in front of him and jotted down his number, pressing it gently into my hand.
“I would like to see you again. Call me and we can get dinner sometime.”
Kate approached just as he released my hand and I smiled and nodded as he turned and left. I was blushing when I turned to Kate, her eyes following the handsome man whose hand had just been wrapped around mine. She lifted her eyebrows at me curiously and started to giggle. “How was your night? I prodded her. With Kate, you could avoid inquiry about anything if you simply changed the topic to her favorite subject: herself.
“Well,” she looked up at me like a guilty child, “Chase is amazing! We all went out to Santos. I had never heard of it before, it's a total biker club, of course. Leather and lace everywhere. The club has really strict rules about women and most of them are not allowed to speak unless directly addressed.
Anyhow, Chase hadn’t said much about the rules at Santos and I made the mistake of getting a little out of control after a few shots. So the next thing I know the leader, Jacob Hartley, quiets the entire bar and calls me out. You probably saw him last night, he was the tall one with black curly hair.”
My mind flashed back to the dark sexy one from the night before--was he the leader? I wanted to stop her there to clarify whom she was talking about, but she had already begun again.
“Anyhow, he makes the rules, so he said I had to “pay the penalty,” which was a dance, on stage, on the pole. I played innocent and shy but you know me, Ally, I like being the center of attention anyway, and the moment I walked in and saw the other girls taking turns dancing I wanted to give it a shot. When Chase nodded for me to comply I totally got crazy. I swear the whole place was in a roar and god I had so much fun! Afterwards Chase took me for a ride on his bike and we ended up back at his place… Ally he was so strong, he lifted me off the back of his bike and carried me into his kitchen and pressed me up against the wall. I couldn’t help myself I wanted it so badly and I gave in. Do you think that was slutty of me?” She momentarily stopped talking and looked at me for approval but I was slow to respond, still processing her tale.
No experience in my life could compare to the crazy night she had. “So this Jacob, the leader, what's his deal,” I
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