You know the rules—don't seem too desperate. I reluctantly put the paper back in my vest and poured another shot of whiskey. Why did this girl have such a hold on me? I should have fucked her already and tossed her to the side.
Hammer fell out of his office, no doubt suffering from the same hangover.
“Crazy night.” He slapped me on the back and drank straight from the bottle of whiskey. Hammer looked at his watch. “It's already past noon. Wake everybody up so we can open.”
The Dark Steel MC opened a restaurant called The Burger Joint to be used as a front to launder money back in the late 1970's. It wasn't supposed to make any money but instead became a destination spot for outlaws to gather. Over the years, the burgers brought in more money than the drugs and guns combined. It was steady and clean—exactly what a perfect front should be.
The back of The Burger Joint was where the Dark Steel MC was headquartered. It was a small double-story warehouse that we transformed into our meeting place. The first floor consisted of pool tables and a bar. The back was a private room where we held our club votes. Upstairs had a few bedrooms—including mine—that members used from time to time.
“Everyone up!” I yelled. Some guys rolled around a bit while others didn't move an inch. I put two fingers in my mouth and whistled so loud it could wake the dead. Half-naked women peeled themselves off the floor and the men gravitated towards the bar. I went through the front and into the restaurant. I took out the keys, unlocked the door, and switched the open sign on.
I went back into the club and more guys were awake. I passed them by and went upstairs. My room was a place where I could crash when the nights went too long or if I was trying to hide out from the cops. For some reason, last night, I never made it up the stairs. I grabbed some fresh clothes out of the closet and took a warm shower. The thought of Winter came back to me and wouldn't leave. My cock was begging to sink into the sweet pussy of hers. I had to see her again.
I turned off the shower and hugged a towel around my hips. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and the paper from my vest. Butterflies bumped around in my stomach. My breathing quickened. I felt like a little boy again with a crush. I punched the numbers in and held my breath while the phone rang.
“Hello?” Her voice was the same from last night—soft and undeniably sexy.
“Hey Winter, it's Axe...from last night.”
“How could I forget. I'm glad you called me.”
“I was wondering if you wanted to get a bite to eat tonight?” I couldn't believe I was asking her on a date. The last time I asked a chick out on a date was prom back in high school. I didn't do the whole romance thing. I used women for sex and moved on. They had no other use to me. But Winter was different.
“I'm sorry, I can't,” Winter replied.
My heart dropped to the floor. My hands went numb and I almost dropped the phone. I couldn't believe she was rejecting me again.
I was ready to hang up on her when she spoke up, “I mean I can't go out tonight. I have to work.”
Relief flooded me. “How about after work? What time do you get off?”
“I have an earlier shift tonight so I get off around ten. I have some homework to do but I can put that off.”
“I'll pick you up at the club and we can get a bite to eat.”
“All right,” she whispered back.
I hung up the phone before saying goodbye. I had to leave her wanting more. At least my mind was somewhat working. But the desire in my pants reminded me of what I really needed. I'd use Winter just like every other slut. Flood her pussy with my cum and never see her again—that was the Dark Steel way.
I went back downstairs and the place was buzzing. A big difference from the graveyard I stumbled upon this morning. Hammer found me through the crowd. “Axe we have a club vote
Hammer fell out of his office, no doubt suffering from the same hangover.
“Crazy night.” He slapped me on the back and drank straight from the bottle of whiskey. Hammer looked at his watch. “It's already past noon. Wake everybody up so we can open.”
The Dark Steel MC opened a restaurant called The Burger Joint to be used as a front to launder money back in the late 1970's. It wasn't supposed to make any money but instead became a destination spot for outlaws to gather. Over the years, the burgers brought in more money than the drugs and guns combined. It was steady and clean—exactly what a perfect front should be.
The back of The Burger Joint was where the Dark Steel MC was headquartered. It was a small double-story warehouse that we transformed into our meeting place. The first floor consisted of pool tables and a bar. The back was a private room where we held our club votes. Upstairs had a few bedrooms—including mine—that members used from time to time.
“Everyone up!” I yelled. Some guys rolled around a bit while others didn't move an inch. I put two fingers in my mouth and whistled so loud it could wake the dead. Half-naked women peeled themselves off the floor and the men gravitated towards the bar. I went through the front and into the restaurant. I took out the keys, unlocked the door, and switched the open sign on.
I went back into the club and more guys were awake. I passed them by and went upstairs. My room was a place where I could crash when the nights went too long or if I was trying to hide out from the cops. For some reason, last night, I never made it up the stairs. I grabbed some fresh clothes out of the closet and took a warm shower. The thought of Winter came back to me and wouldn't leave. My cock was begging to sink into the sweet pussy of hers. I had to see her again.
I turned off the shower and hugged a towel around my hips. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and the paper from my vest. Butterflies bumped around in my stomach. My breathing quickened. I felt like a little boy again with a crush. I punched the numbers in and held my breath while the phone rang.
“Hello?” Her voice was the same from last night—soft and undeniably sexy.
“Hey Winter, it's Axe...from last night.”
“How could I forget. I'm glad you called me.”
“I was wondering if you wanted to get a bite to eat tonight?” I couldn't believe I was asking her on a date. The last time I asked a chick out on a date was prom back in high school. I didn't do the whole romance thing. I used women for sex and moved on. They had no other use to me. But Winter was different.
“I'm sorry, I can't,” Winter replied.
My heart dropped to the floor. My hands went numb and I almost dropped the phone. I couldn't believe she was rejecting me again.
I was ready to hang up on her when she spoke up, “I mean I can't go out tonight. I have to work.”
Relief flooded me. “How about after work? What time do you get off?”
“I have an earlier shift tonight so I get off around ten. I have some homework to do but I can put that off.”
“I'll pick you up at the club and we can get a bite to eat.”
“All right,” she whispered back.
I hung up the phone before saying goodbye. I had to leave her wanting more. At least my mind was somewhat working. But the desire in my pants reminded me of what I really needed. I'd use Winter just like every other slut. Flood her pussy with my cum and never see her again—that was the Dark Steel way.
I went back downstairs and the place was buzzing. A big difference from the graveyard I stumbled upon this morning. Hammer found me through the crowd. “Axe we have a club vote
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