Chapter 40 It was a deep, wet, dirty kiss.
Catalina
Daytona was full of bikers. Every club you could think of was there, just enjoying the scene.
I smiled as I parked and climbed out. I fixed my vest, the one that made it clear who I was with. There was no way I was walking through that crowd without my man’s mark on me. The place was buzzing with people. Stalls were set up everywhere, selling all kinds of things. I could not help but wander and look. I bought a thick, handmade blanket, a chunky jade bracelet and necklace for Jenna, a whole new tattoo kit for Torque, and for Viper, I found the most perfect ring. It was silver, shaped like a skull, with red rubies for eyes that caught the light.
I passed a shop selling bikinis and little outfits. I looked around and spotted a cute white leather halter top with fringe hanging from the bottom. I bought it right away. Right there in the middle of the store, I pulled my shirt off and put the new top on. Whistles and shouts broke out around me. I just smiled, adjusted myself, and pulled my property vest back on. That was better. I checked myself in a mirror they had. The halter under the vest, my short black cut-offs, and my boots… I looked pretty damn good.
Carrying my bags, I finally spotted one of our club’s booths. I walked up, grinning at Rockstar and Beast.
They both just stared. “What the… Where? How?” Beast stammered, stumbling forward to wrap me up in a huge hug.
“Lookin’ good, Poca Loca,” Rockstar said.
“Beast, put me down,” I laughed. “Where are Viper and Jenna?”
Beast glanced at Rockstar.
“Uh, Jenna is at a bar called The Wrangler. Her and Torque are grabbing lunch for everyone,” Rockstar said.
“And Viper?”
“Yeah, um, I do not know,” he said.
I looked straight at Beast. He shifted his weight, uncomfortable.
“Beast. Where is my man?”
“At a place called Rare Wonders.”
I just nodded and handed him all my shopping bags. A sick feeling was building in my stomach. I walked until I found the club. Inside, the bass was so loud I felt it in my bones, and colored lights spun in the hazy air from a fog machine. A girl behind a counter looked me over. She was in a tiny bikini with huge fake tits, her bleached hair in a high ponytail, her face covered in makeup.
“Thirty bucks to get in. Unless you’re here for amateur hour. Then it’s free. You got about ten minutes before it starts.”
“What does that involve, exactly?” I asked.
“It’s a strip club, sweetheart. What do you think?”
Oh. So my man wanted to watch other girls get naked. Fine. He was angry, I got it. But if he was touching anyone else, he was going to be in so much fucking trouble.
“I will enter the contest.”
“Sure. Head to the back. Go through the main room and turn left. There’s a pink door with a gold star. That’s the dressing room. Good luck. First prize is a thousand dollars.”
I thanked her and walked into the dark club. My eyes scanned the room for Viper. I found a bunch of our guys first. Butcher was impossible to miss, standing by the main stage with his arms crossed, watching a girl dance like she was doing it just for him. Four other brothers were with him. No Viper.
I headed left and then I just stopped.
There he was. On a big leather couch. A naked blonde with big tits was on his lap, grinding against him like her life depended on it. His arms were stretched out on the back of the couch, his eyes were closed, and his head was tilted back. She looked like she was trying to make herself come.
The pain in my chest was instant. It was not technically cheating, but if he was hard, it was close. And how could he not be? She was naked on top of him. He would not touch me, but he would let this bitch be all over him. My eyes filled with tears. Well, fuck that. If he wanted some other girl riding his dick, then he could have her.
I tore my vest off. I saw Doc standing nearby and I threw my vest at him. He caught it, looked down at the leather, and his head snapped up to find me. I did not stop. I walked straight to that pink door, went inside, and turned the lock. No one was going to stop me now.
Three girls were lined up in front of a short man with a clipboard. “The name’s Chaotic. These are the amateur girls. You want in? We’re starting.”
“Yes. What do I do?”
“All four of you go on stage. The song is ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me.’ You dance. That what you’re wearing?”
“It’s all I have.”
“I have an outfit for her. And shoes,” said a gorgeous girl with light brown skin and black-and-red braids. “The blue bag in the corner. It’s a baby-doll set, light pink. It’ll look great on you. It’s brand new. The shoes are clear heels with straps.”
“Hurry. You have three minutes,” the man said.
I ran to the corner and started changing. I did not care that people were watching. A whole room full of men was about to see me anyway.
“Oh, shit, girls,” the girl with braids said, laughing. “I think we’re about to lose to this woman. She is sexy as sin.” The other two girls with her nodded in agreement.
I felt myself blush, totally flattered. All three of them were stunning. A redhead with perfect skin and hair down to her perfect little ass. A blonde with incredible blue eyes and a tan, toned body. And the girl with the braids, Tami, who had a body that would make any man lose his mind.
The music started just as I finished buckling the clear heels.
“Damn, girl,” Tami said, looking me over. “If my man says it’s okay, you want to play later? I’ll make you scream. I’m Tami.”
“Catalina. But tonight, call me Chaotic. Because shit is about to go down when I get out there. I will let you know. Is your man here?”
“Yeah. He’s the big, bald Black guy at the end of the stage, wearing a cut. He’s the VP for The Vengeful Angels.”
“You mind if I touch him?”
“Not at all. It’ll help my case later.”
“Let’s give them a show, then.”
“Alright, girls! Get out there and show them what you got!” the man shouted.
I took a deep breath and let it out slow. Here I was, about to blow up my whole life. But I was so hurt and so fucking mad, I did not care right then.
I followed the girls onto the rectangular stage. We each took a corner. I walked straight over to the big biker, Tami’s man. His cut said ‘Bull.’ I looked at Tami, and she waved and blew him a kiss. I smiled, then I looked right at him.
My eyes moved past Bull to where Viper had been. He was not on the couch anymore. He was standing with Doc, Butcher, and two other brothers. They were all staring at the stage. Viper was holding my vest in his hands. He looked completely stunned to see me.
“You want other bitches on your dick, but not me? Fuck you!” I yelled over the music.
Then I ripped the pink baby-doll dress right off. I grabbed Bull’s head and pulled his face into my tits. The crowd went insane, cheering and roaring. Bull pumped his fists in the air like he’d won something. I let him bury his face there. I heard a loud crash.
I looked over. Viper was going crazy, fighting to get to the stage. Tables were knocked over. The guys were having a hard time holding him back.
I pushed Bull away and winked at him. I swayed my hips, turned around, and bent over to give everyone a good, long look. More whistles and shouts. I moved over to Tami, and we started dancing together, our bodies touching. I put my hands on her hips, and she put hers on mine. I turned her slightly so I could see Viper, and then I kissed her. It was a deep, wet, dirty kiss.
The crowd lost its mind.
“Yeah, baby! Give it to her!” someone screamed.
Tami pulled back, smiling. Then she dropped to her knees and put her face between my legs. I felt her tongue, right through the thin fabric of the panties. The pressure was so good I threw my head back and moaned, loud enough for everyone to hear.
I looked right at Viper.
He had stopped fighting. He was just standing there, chest heaving, staring straight at me.
I let one tear roll down my cheek. Then I gently pushed Tami away, helped her up, and gave her a soft kiss. I turned to the crowd, gave them the middle finger with both hands, and walked off the stage as the song ended.