Chapter 15: Bar Night

*Knuckles, honey, you should come home. – Mitzi*

The advantage of the relationship that Leo had with Mitzi was that he got his rocks off regularly. At least a few times a week. There were a few times that it was almost daily. And, since she was blackmailing him, he could do it without feeling any guilt.

But then she got herself kicked out of Zero’s house and banned from all clubhouses.

One of her daughters had a major crush on Brute’s older son, who was at the Shack. In an attempt to cause him to break up with his girlfriend, who also lived at the Shack, Mitzi had two of her daughters break into their rooms and destroy their things.

Leo wasn’t sure how the woman thought that destroying Knuckles’ things was going to make him break up with Nessie and get with the woman that cut up his bedding and clothes. They even stole his mother’s wedding ring. Unsurprisingly, he did not fall at their feet, begging for the stupid bitch to spread her legs.

Instead, he had agreed that they needed to be sent down to the playroom that Dom had in the basement of the Shack. That was a woman that scared Leo. Hell, she scared most people that met her. He did everything he could to stay off her radar because she seemed to know more than what anyone wanted her to know.

There had been a few times that her cold gray eyes fell on him, and he swore that she could see into his soul. That she somehow knew what he was doing with Mitzi. And now that Mitzi was gone, what he was doing in general with his life.

Everyone in the club knew that Leo was dating Priscilla, and her family was a legacy. Her great-grandfather was one of the founders and one of the clubhouses was named after him. Her grandfather and an uncle had been club presidents. Cousins of hers were officers or were held in high regard. Even her father had an unofficial position and attended all officer meetings.

The men of the motherhouse watched Leo, waiting for him to fuck up again. Anticipating a chance to chew his ass. Holding off on doing the worst jobs around the clubhouse so that they could make him do them.

He was one step ahead of them. The downstairs bathroom was cleaned twice a week. He gave the upstairs bathrooms a quick once over every other day. On Saturday mornings, he cleaned the clubhouse, threw away empty bottles and cans, swept and mopped the floors. All before he was told to do it.

Mitzi had not steered him wrong with that. The officers and brothers saw him anticipating what needed to be done. Doing chores before they were assigned to him. Especially the chores that no one wanted to do.

One thing that he was grateful that Mitzi insisted on was the apartment just off campus. They had met up there a lot after classes started up again. His monthly pay from the National Guard and stipend for school paid for the apartment. His part-time work with Pipes paid for the other things that were needed.

Having the apartment gave him the freedom he needed to go to the bars near the campus and find a girl to take back and fuck. There weren’t many Saints that hung out in Worcester, so he didn’t worry about hiding what he was doing.

Like tonight…

He stood behind the busty brunette, showing her how to aim her pool stick. They bent over, and she wiggled her ass against his crotch. Grabbing her hips, he ground his cock against her.

She smiled over her shoulder at him, “You go to the university?”

“I do, what about you?” He slid his hands down to the hem of her short dress and slid it up slightly.

“Chemistry,” she grinned at him, “what are you studying?”

“Right now? I’m thinking that I need a lesson in chemistry.” Leo grinned as he slid his hand between her thighs and urged her to spread her legs a little wider.

“Here?” she wiggled against him as she moved her feet further apart.

“I’ve got an apartment a few blocks away.” His fingers tugged her panties to the side and teased her smooth slit.

“Hmmm…”

He nipped her neck lightly with his teeth.

“Let me go tell my friends that I’m leaving,” she suggested.

Pulling his fingers out from under her skirt, he smiled against her throat and smoothed down her clothes. “You ever ride a motorcycle?”

“No,” she said as they straightened up, and he took the pool stick from her. “Am I going to?”

“Oh, yeah, and you’re going to love it,” he assured her with a smile.

She turned to face him and ran a manicured finger up his zipper to his belt and tugged the buckle loose. “I’m sure I will enjoy the … ride.”

He watched her walk away, headed towards her friends. Smirking, he handed the pool stick to a football player that was standing nearby. “You can have the table.”

“Thanks, man,” he offered a fist bump. “Looks like you’re going to play an even better game. She’s a freak, trust me.”

Leo gave him another fist bump before following his date. He reached the small gathering of girls just as they activated the tracking app on the phones.

“This is Leo,” his date told her friends. “This is Staci and Mae.”

He gave a small nod to each of the women as they appraised him. The Asian woman smiled at him as she chewed on the small black straw in her drink.

“You have fun, Lizzie,” the redhead told her.

“I plan too,” Lizzie said as she linked her arm with Leo’s.

“Ladies,” he smiled at them before looking down at the woman net to him. “Shall we, Lizzie?” he asked, trying to commit her name to his memory. Or at least for the night.

“Oh, yes,” she grinned up at him.

He flung an arm around the woman and guided her towards the door. They passed the group of football players, and he did not see the two near the far wall wearing cuts similar to his own.

Outside, he straddled his bike and then helped her on behind him. They could have walked the three blocks to his apartment, but he learned that the bike got the sluts from the bar all hot and bothered. And then they could brag that they bagged a biker.

The second story studio apartment had come furnished with a single end table next to the double bed, couch, coffee table and entertainment center. The TV he had gotten on a deal since the remote was missing, but he simply ordered a replacement for less than ten dollars.

He had to buy dishes for the kitchen, but he got a set off the clearance rack along with a set of pots and pans that had been opened. The warehouse store that sold returns and refurbishes became his favorite place to shop.

Guiding Lizzie past the small bathroom and even smaller kitchen, they turned the corner to the small bedroom area. Since it was just him that lived there, he didn’t bother with separating the small sleeping area from the living room.

“You’re not one of those kissers, are you?” Lizzie asked as she shimmied out of her short dress.

“I’m good without all of that,” he grinned as he stripped out of his clothes.

“Good, I just want to fuck. I don’t need any of that mushy bullshit.”

“Works for me,” he admitted as she sank to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. “Fuck, yeah.” Fisting his hand in her hair, he guided her to take more of him.

She hummed her approval and began to play with his balls. His hips began to thrust into her mouth.

“Damn it, girl. If you want me to fuck you, you better stop and crawl up on that bed,” he warned.

Pulling back, she let him slide out of her mouth. Grinning at him, she stood up and pushed her panties down her legs. Stepping out of her shoes and panties, she turned and crawled up onto the bed. Once in the center of the bed she rolled to her back and spread her legs.

Watching her tease her slick pussy, he grabbed a condom from the bedside table. Ripping open the foil package, he rolled the sheath on and joined her on the bed. Settling between her legs, he nudged her opening.

“Don’t tease me,” she told him. “I like it hard and rough. When I get up tomorrow, I want to feel like I got fucked tonight.”

“I got you, babe,” he sat up and grabbed her hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Play with your clit,” he commanded as he began to fuck her.