Devil's Girl(17)

Dawn had a rough night. Enough to make me feel a little guilty, but not especially. The ecstasy combined with all the leering eyes and groping hands on her breasts had her uncomfortable, to say the least. She squirmed on that stool like she had bugs in her underwear. Bill ignored her for the most part, leaving her seated for a time before finally taking the leash and leading her into a booth and out of my line of sight from my spot by the jukebox.

"He teased the fuck out of me," she griped when I drove her home later. "I was actually in pain when he finally let me come."

I snickered. "So overall not a bad time."

"Still a shitty move, Ivy!" We stopped in front of the motel. "This is war now." I watched her make her bowlegged way back up to her front door before driving off, laughing to myself the whole way.



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She got me good not long after. The very next evening, actually. I’d pretty much given up on Theo - he was still residing in the clubhouse, but he hadn’t been spending any time in the bar at all. When I asked Bill about it, he said he was on a job. Then he took Dawn, Nella, and I aside. “Someone’s been after our girls,” he said. “Our girls” referred to his strippers. That club was located the next town over, and none of us ever went there. Dawn probably could have made a killing, but I was too short and had no rhythm whatsoever. It wasn’t even a consideration. Dawn herself had only said “fuck dancing,” when I asked her why she didn’t give it a try.

“Did something happen?” I asked, “Like what that guy did to me?”

“No. He went after you because you’re here at our clubhouse.” Right. A warning and an insult and all that. “No, they’ve actually snatched up a few girls and taken them out of state.”

All three of our jaws dropped.

“Close your mouths. Theo’s on the case. He’s gotten a few of the girls back, actually.”

“But why? And what are they doing to them?” I hissed.

“Far as we could tell, they rough them up a bit and put them to work doing nothing different than they’re already doing. It’s… well, it’s club business. I’m only telling you three so you’ll be careful.”

“It’s those motherfucking Eagles, ain’t it?” Nella asked, hands on her hips. Bill nodded. The Northern Eagles were a rival motorcycle club. They had a small chapter maybe a day’s ride away from us, but their main house was a few states over. Doesn’t explain what Theo’s got to do with it.

“They’ve stolen a lot of shit from us that we’ve settled and let slide. But this is a slap in the face.” I knew the Dust Bowl Devils were far from angels. They dipped their fingers in every illegal trade you could imagine. But that was all - they dipped their fingers. From what I understood, they were involved in transport, storage, some laundering, but never direct trade. It was hard to imagine that anyone would want to make enemies out of them.

They fought with the Eagles, though, as if it were a longstanding tradition. They fought because they’d always fought. It was a neverending cycle. Stealing girls, though… that was a new low. “Is their whole club involved?”

Bill sighed. “We think it’s possible. Theo seems to think it’s just a few particularly bad eggs back from his hometown. Don’t worry yourselves about it. I mean it. Just… be careful.” He gave each of us a stern look before sauntering away. I guess that sort of explains it. Truth was, I zoned out when they talked business.

Jester showed up later that evening, high and horny. I swooped in before Dawn could get her slutty hands all over him. I hadn’t been with anyone since Theo’s spanking and was on edge. Time to get back on the horse. He’s plainly finished with me. After two drinks, Jester led me into the back rooms. I had to resist sticking my tongue out at Dawn.

She fell into me as I passed and grabbed both my hands, nearly knocking Jester and I over in the process. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” she giggled, “I must have had a few shots too many!” She shrugged and patted me on the ass. “Go on, girly, don’t let me hold you up.”

I didn’t know what she was getting at, so all I could do was shoot her the stink-eye before passing out of the room.

Jester looked like a young clone of his father, except that somehow, Bill, the president of a rough and dangerous motorcycle club, smiled more often than the young man. Inexplicably he was even more humorless when he was high. But he was good-looking, and while he was rough he wasn’t cruel like Gunner, so I was happy to entertain him.