Haylee's Rider (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (Book 1) by Nikki Crescent

 
    Chapter 1
    Playing Tricks
     
    I pulled my tiny red skirt up a little bit higher as a car drove past, trying to show off as much of my long legs as possible. Clients had told me before that my legs were my best feature.
    Sadly, the car kept on driving and the driver ignored me.
    I sighed. I’d been standing out on the street for three hours already, and no one had even slowed down.
    Across the street, a car pulled up next to Candy—an older prostitute. She had a wrinkly ass and she chained smoked like no one’s business. Why was she getting business, and not me?
    Candy spoke with the man for a minute, before hopping in the passenger seat and taking off. I watched as she lit another cigarette in the man’s car—something we weren’t supposed to do.
    I continued to wait as a cold breeze crossed over my scantily clad body. I could feel my hard nipples uncomfortably rubbing against the slutty lace top that my pimp was making me wear.
    Another car was coming down the street.
    I straightened my back and took a deep breath. The light turned red just in time for the car to stop.
    I walked towards the car in my tall, nine-inch heels. I leaned up to the window and tapped on the glass. The lone man in the driver’s seat looked over at me. He was younger—maybe twenty-five or thirty at the most. He had a patchy beard and his eyes went wide at the sight of me.
    He didn’t roll down his window.
    “Hey, hun!” I called out. “You wanna go on a date? Cute guy like you, I’ll give you a good price!”
    He looked away sharply, pretending to ignore me. His body was tense with anxiety.
    I sighed. I took my racy top from the base and pulled it up over my big tits, letting them fall out. I pressed them up against the younger man’s window. “Can’t say no to these!” I said.
    The light turned green, and he started to drive, nearly knocking me onto my ass. “Hey!” I yelled.
    It took me a moment to catch my balance. I scooped my bare tits up and put them back into my top. I sighed. “Fucking asshole,” I muttered to myself.
    I continued to stand, and pace the long lonesome road. Some of the other girls had been picked up, but I was still standing cold and alone. The air was getting colder, and more humid as rain clouds were preparing to fall above my head.
    I needed a job—any job. I couldn’t go home empty handed again. The last thing I wanted was another beating from my pimp. I was at the point in the night where I would take anything.
    Then, an older, beat up car started driving towards me from down the road.
    I stepped up to the curb, adjusted my tits in my top, and hiked up my skirt. I straightened my back and waited for the car to come closer.
    “C’mon,” I muttered to myself, hoping that this would be the one.
    The car started to slow down as it came closer to me. I took a deep breath—this was it.
    He pulled up next to me, and rolled down his window. It was an older man, with grey hair and wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. He smiled at me—his teeth were yellowing and I could smell his aging breath from across the car.
    I forced a smile.
    “Hey honey—you looking for a date?” I asked.
    “I’m lookin’ for more than a date,” the old man said, smirking.
    A cold tingle ran down my spine.
    “What’s your name, baby?” he asked.
    “Bubble Gum,” I told him.
    “How old are you, Bubble Gum?”
    “As old as you want me to be,” I told him.
    “I want you to be sixteen,” he said. “Can you be sixteen?”
    I shuttered. I usually would tell a creepy old fuck like this to shove it up his ass, but I was desperate for a job. I had rent and bills to pay, and an angry pimp watching me.
    “You’re in luck, sexy—I just turned sixteen,” I lied.
    “Hop in,” he said.
    I opened the rusty old door of the shitty old car. As I closed the door, the man was on his way to wherever he was taking me.
    “It’s two-hundred for an hour.”
    “Ain’t got two-hundred. I got one-hundred.”
    “Then you only