Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She pulled the crop from between her teeth and began to rub it all over her body and as the song came to a close, she used the flat end to strike her own ass. Once on each cheek. Hard.
A roar went up, overpowering the music that switched to a slower tune, River by Bishop Briggs.
She tossed the crop toward the abandoned whip.
And, just like that, all the acrobatics and gymnastic-type stunts were over. Her moves turned sensual and sexual. Like she was flirting with the pole, her main focus for a few seconds.
The more she touched herself, the more she had her audience in the palm of her hand.
One by one she began to shed the leather, exposing more and more of her luscious flesh.
She unfastened the corset first.
Then the collar, which she rubbed back and forth in between her thighs.
The leather bra went next. She circled it in the air over her head before tossing it in the growing pile of discarded clothing. Now nothing was left to his imagination when it came to her suckable, fuckable tits.
He wasn’t sure if they were real or fake and he didn’t give a fuck either way. No matter what they were, it was clear… they were fucking perfection.
Wiggling her ass, she playfully worked her leather panties down her legs. When she finally stepped out of them, she flung them away with her foot.
What remained were the stockings, her kitty ears, her mask and a leather G-string that exposed the perfectly round, firm cheeks of her ass.
She found him where he stood, not far from the stage, locked eyes with him and blew him a kiss.
Squeezing her tits together, she circled her nipples with her thumbs, then dropping her head, dragged her tongue up her bare tits, leaving a shiny trail of dampness behind.
As she straightened, she gave him a wink, turned around, then bent over, grabbed her own ankles and shook her ass again.
Rez wiped away the drool stuck to the corner of his mouth.
He was in love.
And he never wanted her to get naked in front of any men again for the rest of her fucking life. Other than him, of course.
The second Sapphire disappeared from the stage, Rez rushed over to intercept Saint before he did his own disappearing act into the back.
The biker had just turned on his heels to do that when Rez called out, “Hey, Saint.”
The man glanced over his leather-clad shoulder, saw Rez and slowly turned back, looking a tad annoyed. Just a tad.
Rez got close enough so he wasn’t overheard. “Thanks for the bagged ice for my party.”
“You try it?”
“Not yet,” Rez answered. “But, man, when I do, it ain’t gonna last me long.”
“Ain’t that what you fuckin’ asked for? Just enough to try? You want more, come see me when you got the scratch. Or talk to Mutt. We also got a system in place for if you wanna buy but don’t wanna come into the club and pay the cover.”
“While that sounds great, I don’t got the damn scratch right now for more. Construction jobs have been few and far between. I need to get some more work on my schedule and as soon as I do, if this shit’s good, I’ll be back for more.”
It was easy to see that Saint didn’t give a shit about Rez’s fake problems. “Then come back when you got the fuckin’ scratch.” He turned and began to head down the hallway.
Rez needed to finish planting the seed, so once again he called out, “Hey,” making Saint pause, though clearly the man wasn’t happy about it. “If you ever need shit done around here, I can and have done it all. Drywall, paint, spackling, any kind of construction. I’d be willing to do a trade. Even got a buddy that can help out on any bigger jobs.”
With a tilt of his head, Saint considered him for a few heartbeats. “Got nothin’ needin’ done ‘round here.”
It was obvious that plenty of upkeep needed to be done in the club, but Rez wasn’t going to argue. He pointed at the patches on Saint’s cut. “What about that MC you belong to? They got to own some other businesses, right? Or you need work done on your clubhouse? Look, man, I’m struggling to find jobs. My work’s quality and, again, I can do it in trade. How about keeping me in mind if any kind of construction is needed for any of you? I’m licensed, insured, all that shit.”
Saint probably didn’t give a shit about the last part.
“Ain’t for me to decide who they get to do that kind of shit.”
“Who does?”
No surprise, Saint didn’t answer.
“How about I give you a business card and you pass it on? I can start right away on any jobs. So, if you’re in a pinch…” Rez dug out a business card from his wallet.