Feeling a little down, I looked at the clock and realized that I needed to get ready for work. I fished a clean work shirt out of my dresser, and I wished I could wear street clothes to work. I figured that if I could, I could probably rake in more tips per shift. Even though I knew that I wouldn’t be young forever, I figured I should enjoy looking hot while I could. My clothes laid out, I took off my pajamas and was just about to get in the shower when I heard a knock at my apartment door.
I grabbed a towel and went to the door. I had a feeling that I knew who I’d see when I looked throughout the peephole.
“Hey, baby. I’m about to get in the shower.”
“Open the door,” Bug said from the hallway.
I thought for a second and couldn’t figure out any way to make Bug leave without starting a huge fight. I sighed and unlocked the door. Before I could turn the doorknob, the door swung open so fast that it clipped my shoulder before I could get out of the way.
“Ow!” I said, as I stepped back from the doorway. “You shoved the door into me.”
“Well, I wasn’t the one out fuckin’ around last night,” Bug growled as he stepped inside. “You alone?”
I looked at him, dumbfounded, like I was seeing him for the first time. He was about my height — roughly 5’7” or so, and even beneath his black leather Savage Sons cut, his shoulder muscles bulged. I’d never told Bug this, but he looked ridiculous — all upper body strength and puny little legs that were ridiculously out of proportion. When you coupled his odd physique with the fact that the steroids that he took to build his arm muscles meant that he couldn’t always get it up, I was seriously starting to wonder why I was with him at all.
Beneath his long and not-very-clean brown hair, Bug’s bloodshot eyes told me that he probably hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and I’d bet my rent money that he hadn’t been alone if he’d spent any time in bed. Bug’s rules said that it was fine for him to sleep around, but I was for his eyes only.
I realized that Bug was waiting for me to speak. “Of course I’m alone.”
Bug grunted as he walked into the living room and proceeded to check every room in my small apartment. I sighed as I closed the door that he’d left hanging wide open, and I realized that I was starting to get pissed.
“Hey,” I called. “What do you want? I need to get ready for work.”
“You expectin’ someone?” he asked as he came out of my bedroom.
“Jesus, no, Bug. I told you. I need to get ready for work. My shift starts in a little over an hour.”
He just stared at me like he was trying to decide if I was telling the truth. As much as I needed the money, I decided to try to smooth things over so that I didn’t end up in a big fight that would make me late for work.
“I wish I could spend the day with you, but I need the money, sugar. Can I see you later tonight?”
Bug shrugged, like it was no big deal either way. “I guess. I’ll be at the clubhouse. If you don’t show up, I won’t have any trouble finding someone to keep me company.”
I didn’t feel like it, but I knew that if I wanted to keep my options with Bug open that I needed to flatter him a little so that he didn’t just dump me. Even though he wasn’t much of a catch, any of the sluts at the clubhouse would be happy to take my place — at least until they figured out what Bug was really like.
“Oh, I’ll be there. I need some of what you got, sugar,” I said in the sexiest voice I could muster.
Bug looked pretty pleased, and I assumed that I must have been pretty convincing. He looked me up and down and reached out for my towel. He pulled it hard, leaving me standing naked in the hallway outside the bathroom.
I put my arms out and turned around slowly to let him take a good look. “Seeing what you’ll be getting later?” I teased.
He reached out and pinched my right nipple hard, so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. I knew better than to say anything, though. I’d discovered that showing pain turned Bug on more than anything else. If he got worked up and wanted to fuck me, there would be no way for me to stop him, and I’d be late for work for sure. If he couldn’t manage to get hard for the job, I’d probably end up bruised and calling in sick to work. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“I can’t wait to show you how much I want you,” I said, walking around behind him and pressing my tits up against his leather cut.
The cut really did turn me on, with all it symbolized. There was nothing sexier than a badass biker who did what he wanted and didn’t give a shit about what anyone else thought. For a second, I thought about what Luke would look like wearing a cut and straddling a Harley. Jesus, talk about a sexy mental picture.