“How ‘bout I sit on your lap and we’ll talk about whatever pops up.” She sung as she came over to me in nothing but her bra, undoing it when her tits were in my face.
“I’ll be heading west in the morning, once we settle up.” They dropped slightly and floated midair, like all fake boobs.
“Shut up, baby. I missed you, and just can’t wait until later.” My feet hit the ground, and I sat up in the chair. She straddled my lap, unzipped my pants and brought my cock out, stroking it as she licked my neck. Yeah, I was already hard. A man can’t see a set like hers and not fly his flag. Besides, Shirley was a familiar comfort, one I couldn’t refuse. I shoved inside of her, and it felt like going home. More than a friend, she’d been like a mother to me, but she wasn’t my mother. I wiped the befuddling cock blocking thought out of my mind. Squeezing her ass as she bounced up and down like she was winning the Kentucky Derby, I buried my face between her massive breasts as I thrust upward with her rhythm. Louder than usual, she wailed like I was killing her. I got off from the ego boost alone.
Not one for pillow talk, Shirley hopped off as quickly as she’d hopped on.
Zipping my pants, I was ready to get my money and leave. “We had a deal, remember?”
She bent to pick her thong off the floor, showing me the mess I’d dumped in her. “Your money’s at my house. You can pick it up later.”
Fuck, she expected more. My hand was suddenly on the doorknob. I needed a beer. Fuck, I needed some whiskey.
Shirley tugged her shirt back on. “Who’s this girl?”
“I told you, she’s my lady.” I wasn’t stupid enough to change my story now.
“Come on Scar, you can’t lie to me, I know you. I know the only woman you ever have on that mind of yours is Halley. That is if Anne hasn’t changed your plans.”
“Listen, Anne’s a good fuck, period. A man gets lonely. I don’t want this life for Halley, so my plans haven’t changed none. Anne, hell, I’ll kill her before I’d let her mess up my future with Halley.”
“And she won’t mind that you just fucked me?”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Opening the door I almost ran right into Emery’s pissed off face. Shirley cackled and Emery stomped off. Fuck, “taking care of the girl,” must translate to “have her listen to us fuck,” in bitch language. Fucking women! I couldn’t run after Emery and show Shirley I actually cared about someone, so I headed to the bar to drown in drink.
Legs greeted me, offering me the stool beside her, showing me pictures of her grandkids on her smart phone. Twink appeared behind the bar again with the beginnings of a black eye and a blood crusted nose.
“Did Kym tell you she planned to kill me?” I asked her as she poured my whiskey.
She leaned over it and spit, releasing it real slow, her saliva making a stream down to the whiskey. “Fuck you.”
Legs squeezed her wrist threatening to break it. “You should have been warned, Scar’s practically one of us. Besides, you’re not patched, he is. You need to show him respect or expect consequences. Give him your answer.”
I took the glass anyway, downing it in one drink, smacking my lips, exaggerating my pleasure. “Just like I like it.”
“I haven’t heard from her in a month. I know nothing.” She was probably lying.
I told Legs to drop it. “Let her go.”
“Did you kill my sister?” Her eyes begged me to say no.
“No.” It was the truth.
Twink walked off, satisfied, and Legs gave me a knowing look. “Still having problems?”
“No, I killed her.” I hated to lie to Legs, but I didn’t know who I could trust anymore. Shirley’s mom knew all about my inability to off a lady. Hell, she knew more about me than I did. After all, she saved my life.
I downed a couple more whiskeys, listening to stories from Twink and catching up with Legs. I started sipping a beer before I gave Legs a kiss on the cheek and got up to go look for Emery.
“Don’t be a stranger Scar. You’re always welcome here. No matter what happens. You hear?” Where Shirley had been like a mother, Legs had been like a grandmother. I could do no wrong in her eyes.
“I’ll remember that.”
Wading through the smoke and dwindling crowd, I spotted her sitting on a man’s lap. I saw red but measured my initial reaction to bash his skull. He wasn’t just any man. He was Shirley’s best motherfucking friend from the Mutherfukers, Luci, short for Lucifer. He moved Emery’s hair out of her face and kissed her neck right in front of me as she giggled. First fucking time I’d ever known her to giggle.