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

Viagra pills before picking me up, because he was impossibly hard for his old age.
    He took his hard cock in his trembling hand, and began to lead it towards my pussy.
    “No cumming inside,” I said.
    I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes again.
    It was all over before long.
    The old man came inside of me, which pissed me off. Clients almost never listened to that rule. After we were finished, I went to the bathroom and used one of the cleaner towels to catch all of the old man’s cum.
    As expected, the man left me no tip. I gave him his granddaughter’s clothes back, and he drove me back to my street corner. He smiled at me one final time, with his yellow teeth, and then pulled away.
    I felt so dirty—so ashamed of myself. All I wanted to do was go home and shower. I would have showered at the motel, but the shower was broken.
    I watched another car pull up, and drop Candy off across the road. She gave the man who picked her up a kiss. Then, the car pulled away.
    Candy must have been thirty years older than me. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but think I was looking at myself in thirty years. I shuttered at the idea, but sadly I was starting to accept it. It wasn’t like I was smart enough to go to school, and no one would want to hire me at any kind of retail job. This was all I had—It was all I knew.
    Candy was my future.
    I wiped the tears out of my eyes, and then continued to watch for my next client. I still had bills to pay, and I wasn’t any closer after my last job.
    Suddenly, I heard a rumble—an approaching motorcycle. Down the street, a chopper was approaching. It had a bright light on the front of it.
    It slowly drove past all of us standing on the street. The man on it looked over at me. He was handsome—chiselled and muscular. He was wearing at thick leather coat, and he had a dark, thick stubble beard. The chopper he was on was impressive—recently cleaned. It had thick, metallic parts that shone in the night city lights. Its rumble was deep and sexy—smooth and elegant.
    After a moment, he looked forward again, and sped up, taking off down the long, lonesome road.
    I couldn’t get the image of that mysterious biker’s face out of my mind. He was so cool, so handsome.
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 3
    Backed Into a Corner
     
    One hundred dollars.
    That’s all I made that night.
    Pathetic.
    To make it worse, the one job I had—the old man—paid me in a bunch of five-dollar bills and change. It took me fifteen minutes to count once I got home.
    I walked over to my closet, with half of my night’s earnings. I reached up, on the inside of the closet, and stashed the money into a little nook—my own personal little bank.
    “Hey,” a familiar voice said behind me.
    I turned sharply towards the voice. It was Matthew, my pimp. He was a tall, skinny man with blonde hair. He had a permanently angry expression on his face, and he stood with terrible posture. He was the one who got me into the business.
    In a lot of obvious ways, I resent him for putting me into this mess, but he also gave me something when I had nothing. It wasn’t as black and white as you’d think. I was hungry and homeless. A lot of really bad people had their eyes on me. I was a perfect target for human trafficking—for rape, or worse. Matthew came along and took me in. He gave me the choice—He didn’t force me into it. I made the decision. And, when I started out, I thought his terms were pretty fair. He gets eighty dollars of my two hundred dollar rate.
    Which meant tonight, I was only supposed to make twenty-dollars. A degrading fuck with a creepy old man, for twenty messily dollars.
    “Hey—Matthew,’ I said awkwardly.
    “What’s up, Haylee? You’ve been dodging me the last few days.”
    “I’ve just been—I’ve just been tired. I’m trying to get myself together.”
    “You owe me some money. A few days worth.”
    “Right—I know,” I said. “I’ve got it.”
    I reached into my back pocket and pulled