Irish. “Get some milk, fast.” He took off running.
Dawn was still laughing. “What did you do?” Nella asked her.
“Oh, God, Ivy, you should see your face. Got jalapeno juice on my hands, and-” she dissolved in another fit of giggles.
“If you two don’t cut this shit out, you’re both getting the boot!” Nella shouted as Irish returned. She turned off the water and, lifting the gallon jug, poured milk directly against my pussy. It didn’t stop the burning but it cooled me down at least a little. She sighed. “Would you two get out? Who’s manning the bar?” Irish muttered under his breath as he left, his shoulders still shaking with chuckles. Dawn followed soon after, but not before I flipped her the bird. She only grinned.
“I’m serious,” Nella said once they were gone. “This rivalry has to stop.” She poured another quick splash on me.
I relaxed my head back in the tub and breathed through the pain - it was much more manageable now. “Girl doesn’t know her place.”
“You think there were no young girls coming in and taking over the room when I was your age?” Nella shook her head. “It’s the natural progression of things. She’ll move on eventually and you’ll have run of the place. But it’ll happen again, with another girl, and then another.” She poured one more cooling splash of white liquid on me, then handed me a towel. I used it to wipe the sweat from my forehead. “You ought to start thinking about making yourself useful in other ways, like me. I did a little schooling, and now I run some of the books and do some hiring at the bar…”
“I don’t want to be here forever,” I said, my voice small.
“Then start making other plans. Nothing’s sadder than a girl who talks about leaving and then never does. I should know. I was one of them.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, then, “It still hurts.”
“Well, it’s going to be a couple hours. Keep the room for the night. I’ll leave this here.” She set the jug down on the sink. “Lie down on the bed when you can stand it and just keep reapplying for a while.” She scowled. “Foolish girls. Just plain foolish.”
“Thank you, Nella.”
“Well. Just remember.” She tapped the jug.
I laughed. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Goddamn.”
I never got the chance to escalate or to take my turn in the little war of ours. Dawn was good - I could give her that much. The girl knew how to push my buttons.
Word of my incident spread. Between that apparently hilarious episode and Dawn’s night on the leash, things were getting very entertaining in the clubhouse bar for the guys, and the bikers suddenly frequented the place in bigger numbers.
Gunner especially was a sore spot for me. I liked to think I was the only girl who could handle what he dished out, who could give him what he needed. It wasn’t affection or a crush or anything like that - it was simply territory. Simply pride in taking on the fierce biker; in sating the beast. It was my job, my place, not hers.
But it looked like Dawn could handle him perfectly well. He chose her over me time and again, so she was doing everything I could do. And then some - then she gave him the one thing I couldn’t make myself give him.
It was just around sunset that Friday. Many of the bikers were slipping out of their legit day jobs early to have a few beers and check up on what the crazy bitches were going to get into next. I was contemplating my next move. Irish had a few awful suggestions involving drugs and/or laxatives.
“I know you helped her with the pepper,” I said dryly. At least he had the decency to turn red. “If you play both sides, one day both of us will realize that neither of us can trust you.”
“I don’t need your trust, I just need your love,” he said, and made an exaggerated kissy face at me.
“Ugh, shoot me now.” I watched out the corner of my eye as Dawn sidled up to Gunner. He was sitting in
Dawn was still laughing. “What did you do?” Nella asked her.
“Oh, God, Ivy, you should see your face. Got jalapeno juice on my hands, and-” she dissolved in another fit of giggles.
“If you two don’t cut this shit out, you’re both getting the boot!” Nella shouted as Irish returned. She turned off the water and, lifting the gallon jug, poured milk directly against my pussy. It didn’t stop the burning but it cooled me down at least a little. She sighed. “Would you two get out? Who’s manning the bar?” Irish muttered under his breath as he left, his shoulders still shaking with chuckles. Dawn followed soon after, but not before I flipped her the bird. She only grinned.
“I’m serious,” Nella said once they were gone. “This rivalry has to stop.” She poured another quick splash on me.
I relaxed my head back in the tub and breathed through the pain - it was much more manageable now. “Girl doesn’t know her place.”
“You think there were no young girls coming in and taking over the room when I was your age?” Nella shook her head. “It’s the natural progression of things. She’ll move on eventually and you’ll have run of the place. But it’ll happen again, with another girl, and then another.” She poured one more cooling splash of white liquid on me, then handed me a towel. I used it to wipe the sweat from my forehead. “You ought to start thinking about making yourself useful in other ways, like me. I did a little schooling, and now I run some of the books and do some hiring at the bar…”
“I don’t want to be here forever,” I said, my voice small.
“Then start making other plans. Nothing’s sadder than a girl who talks about leaving and then never does. I should know. I was one of them.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, then, “It still hurts.”
“Well, it’s going to be a couple hours. Keep the room for the night. I’ll leave this here.” She set the jug down on the sink. “Lie down on the bed when you can stand it and just keep reapplying for a while.” She scowled. “Foolish girls. Just plain foolish.”
“Thank you, Nella.”
“Well. Just remember.” She tapped the jug.
I laughed. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Goddamn.”
I never got the chance to escalate or to take my turn in the little war of ours. Dawn was good - I could give her that much. The girl knew how to push my buttons.
Word of my incident spread. Between that apparently hilarious episode and Dawn’s night on the leash, things were getting very entertaining in the clubhouse bar for the guys, and the bikers suddenly frequented the place in bigger numbers.
Gunner especially was a sore spot for me. I liked to think I was the only girl who could handle what he dished out, who could give him what he needed. It wasn’t affection or a crush or anything like that - it was simply territory. Simply pride in taking on the fierce biker; in sating the beast. It was my job, my place, not hers.
But it looked like Dawn could handle him perfectly well. He chose her over me time and again, so she was doing everything I could do. And then some - then she gave him the one thing I couldn’t make myself give him.
It was just around sunset that Friday. Many of the bikers were slipping out of their legit day jobs early to have a few beers and check up on what the crazy bitches were going to get into next. I was contemplating my next move. Irish had a few awful suggestions involving drugs and/or laxatives.
“I know you helped her with the pepper,” I said dryly. At least he had the decency to turn red. “If you play both sides, one day both of us will realize that neither of us can trust you.”
“I don’t need your trust, I just need your love,” he said, and made an exaggerated kissy face at me.
“Ugh, shoot me now.” I watched out the corner of my eye as Dawn sidled up to Gunner. He was sitting in
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