"Are you ready for this?" Krystal asked, shutting off the engine of her vintage '76 Monte Carlo. We had just arrived at Griffin's, a notorious strip club on the outskirts of town. It happened to be her twenty-first birthday, and her boyfriend, the owner's son, had requested our presence before meeting up with the rest of our friends downtown.
I glanced at the rundown establishment, its neon lights flickering and a row of gleaming motorcycles parked along the side. I had never stepped foot inside, but its reputation preceded it. Griffin's was known to be a shady place, and the mere thought of going in made me uneasy. I could only imagine the disapproving expression my mother would wear if she knew I was even contemplating such a venture. She would likely think I had gone off the deep end.A chill ran down my spine. "Seriously? Can't we just wait for him out here, in the parking lot?"Krystal turned to me, her hand reaching for the visor. As she adjusted her blond hair and fluffed it out, she effortlessly pulled down her push-up bra, accentuating her cleavage in the sparkly black tank top that barely contained her assets. "What's the matter?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Nervous about stepping into a biker bar?""It's more than that, and you know it." The place had a notorious reputation, plagued by gangs, fights, drug dealings, and prostitution."Relax, girl. Nothing is going to happen inside. You're with me, and everyone knows I'm with the owner's son," Krystal reassured with a casual wave of her hand.I let out a weary sigh. "Okay.""You good?" she asked, her eyes searching mine."Yeah, I'm good," I replied, though the unease lingered.Krystal flashed a mischievous smirk. "Liar. Here, take a shot of this." She reached under the seat, retrieving a bottle of peach-flavored schnapps. "It'll take the edge off.""Schnapps?" I raised an eyebrow, unsure.She uncapped the bottle and took a long swig. "Mm... yeah. Here." She extended the bottle towards me."Maybe we should wait until we leave the club," I hesitated, contemplating the consequences."No, babe. We need to get this party rolling," she insisted."Fine," I reluctantly agreed, taking the bottle from her. I took a swig, feeling the warmth and tingling sensation spreading through my stomach. "Hmm... Not bad. It's a little sweet, but I like it.""I'm surprised you've never tried it," Krystal remarked, taking another gulp."Actually, I think I have. I had one of those drinks, 'Sex On The Beach,' when we went out for my twenty-first. I think this schnapps was in it."She nodded in approval. "I love those and Fuzzy Navels. You've got to try one. They're fucking excellent."I wasn't sure what a Fuzzy Navel entailed, but if it involved the peach-flavored schnapps, I was definitely up for it.Let's go see what the hell Tank wants."Tank, her new boyfriend, stood at a towering six-and-a-half feet, with muscles that could rival watermelons. He belonged to a biker club called the Gold Vipers. I had only met him twice, and I couldn't deny that he intimidated me. It wasn't that he had been anything but polite, but there was an air of danger surrounding him—a sense of unlawfulness that made me uneasy.Krystal seemed oblivious to it all, or maybe she just didn't care. Her father had left many years ago, and her mother, Bonnie, had never been much of an influential figure. So perhaps she craved the excitement that Tank brought into her life."I wonder if he has something for me," Krystal pondered, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "A present."I teased, "What, like a ring? You've only been on a few dates, mostly quick hook-ups.""Or even better, a new tongue ring," she replied playfully. "Do you have any idea how amazing it feels to have a pierced tongue between your legs
"Well, what are you considered?" I asked, curious to understand Krystal's role in Tank's world.She shrugged. "He calls me 'his girl'. But let me make it clear, I am definitely not a club whore. I won't spread my legs for anyone other than the man I'm dating." A mischievous smile crept onto her face. "Although," she added, "Tank has this friend named Raptor who is ridiculously hot. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of him.""Raptor? What kind of name is that?" I couldn't help but find the nickname peculiar, my mind automatically associating it with the ferocious dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.Krystal chuckled. "Raptor is some kind of bird of prey. Trust me, you don't want to get on his bad side. Tank said his temper is legendary.""Hmm, he sounds like someone to steer clear of," I advised. "No matter how attractive he may be.""You have to see this guy, seriously. He's stunning. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that could rival a Greek god. He's unbelievably sexy. Sometimes,
My sexual experiences were limited, mostly confined to my high school days when I was in a steady relationship with Jimmy Tyler. But now, as a college student juggling demanding coursework and extracurricular activities, my focus had shifted away from matters of the heart and into the realm of academic pursuits. Romance and intimacy had taken a backseat in my life.You just need to get laid, Adriana. How long has it been?" Krystal's voice carried a mix of concern and mischievousness.I shifted uncomfortably, feeling a twinge of embarrassment wash over me. "I don't know, over a year?" I admitted reluctantly, my gaze dropping to the ground. In truth, it might have been even longer than that. Maybe two years? Three?"We need to change that," Krystal declared, her eyes gleaming with determination as she swung open the door to the lively club. "Let's see what Tank wants, catch up with the others, and find you a hot guy. Someone who can ignite that fire within you and make up for all the lo
Krystal's infectious enthusiasm was contagious, and soon we found ourselves letting go of inhibitions, dancing with carefree abandon. The music surged through our veins, electrifying the air with an exhilarating energy. It was liberating, a release from the pressures of daily life.As the evening unfolded, I couldn't help but be grateful for this spontaneous adventure. The worries and stresses that had weighed me down seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility. This night was a celebration of friendship, of seizing the moment, and embracing the joy that life had to offer.sound echoing through the air. Her eyes were alight with excitement, heightened by the effects of the schnapps she had indulged in. It was clear that she was already well on her way to a pleasant buzz."I'm serious, Adriana," she insisted, her voice tinged with playful determination. "Tonight, we're finding you a guy. This party is for you, and I want you to have the time of your life. It's y
As we stepped foot into the strip club, I couldn't shake off the feeling that all eyes were fixed upon us. The scene before me perfectly matched the image I had conjured in my mind – a dimly lit space, tinged with a musty odor, and an urgent need for renovations that extended beyond just the worn-out carpet. Most of the waitresses seemed to be well past their prime, yet their attire evoked a peculiar mix of high school nostalgia and an attempt to cling onto their youth. It was a stark contrast, to say the least.Krystal couldn't contain her amusement and let out a playful giggle. "Do these ladies not realize that the eighties have come and gone? Just like their looks," she quipped, her eyes glinting mischievously.I couldn't help but let out a smirk, unable to contain my amusement. "God, you're such a witty one," I teased, shaking my head playfully."Well, I can't deny that I have a fondness for doggy-style," she retorted with a mischievous grin, a twinkle in her eye. Her remark elici
His gaze lingered on her chest, his lips instinctively moistening. "He's in the back room. I'll inform him of your arrival," he said, his tone slightly husky. His eyes then shifted to me, a leering expression replacing his earlier professionalism. I felt a surge of discomfort, grateful for the modest attire I had chosen, though it seemed to make little difference to his intrusive gaze.Krystal nodded, maintaining her composure despite the bouncer's unsettling behavior. "Yes, that's me," she confirmed, her voice steady.Krystal's poise remained unshaken, her composure a testament to her resilience in the face of the bouncer's inappropriate demeanor. She met his gaze with unwavering confidence, refusing to let his intrusive behavior undermine her resolve.Slightly unnerved by the bouncer's lingering stare, I shifted uncomfortably, aware of his eyes roaming over me. It was a disconcerting feeling, despite my attempt to downplay its impact. I found solace in the fact that I had opted for
"Stay close," Krystal whispered, glancing back at me with a hint of caution in her eyes. "Avoid making eye contact with anyone.""Got it," I replied, understanding the need for discretion.As the music swelled, the attention of the crowd shifted away from us to a woman with vibrant red hair and an ample bosom who had just taken the stage. The expression on her face revealed that she was far from the typical exuberant and cheerful stripper. Her attempted smile appeared more like a strained pout, as if she had just tasted something sour.Krystal couldn't help but chuckle. "Perhaps she should have invested in Botox instead of enhancing her assets. It might have given her a more relaxed appearance.""Well, I doubt anyone will be paying much attention to anything above her collarbone," I remarked.Suddenly, a customer stood up, frantically waving cash and calling for a nurse. "You're giving me a heart attack, Betty!"Krystal snorted with amusement. "Nurse Betty seems on the verge of having
With a smirk on his face, Breaker taunted, "You fancy that, don't you? Well, I've got another treat in store for you," he added, crudely gesturing towards his crotch. "Finish up your beer and let's get going."Suppressing my anger, I let out a forced laugh, attempting to mask my true emotions. Despite the raging turmoil within, I wished he would simply grant me some peace and distance. Why was it so difficult for him to respect my boundaries and let me be?The weight of frustration settled heavily upon me, as if carrying the burden of his unwelcome presence. I longed for a sanctuary where I could breathe freely and escape the suffocating grip of his persistent intrusion. Yet, amidst the struggle, a glimmer of determination ignited within me – the unwavering resolve to assert my worth and reclaim the autonomy he tried to diminish."Do I have to spell it out for you?" I said, feeling a wave of disgust wash over me. "I'm not interested."Breaker's nostrils flared, his ego wounded. "I do
Adriana POV I rubbed my forehead as the sounds grew louder. I couldn’t tell if hearing the other couple getting it on was embarrassing, or just making Raptor that much more appealing. “Maybe I should just go wait out in the car for her.” “Maybe you should just finish your beer and stay inside here with me. Where you’re safe.” From the way he was smiling, his definition of ‘safe’ contradicted mine.Raptor POVHOLY SHIT WAS my dick begging to come out and play. I had more wood than Yellowstone National Park. It wasn’t just the noises in the other room that were making me horny, either. It was her. Sure, she was beautiful, with those come-fuck-me emerald eyes and that chestnut colored hair that I knew would feel good in my fist when I was banging her from behind. But it wasn’t only that. It was something else that was starting to suck me in and I couldn’t put my finger on it.“Looks like your friend is a screamer,” I said, leaning back against the counter after hearing Krystal sc
Adriana POV I appreciate independent women, but there is a limit," Raptor remarked. I blushed but was curious too so I inquired, "What exactly do you mean by 'to a point'?" He clarified, "I admire a woman who can take care of herself when necessary, yet is open to being cared for by a man if he desires to do so." I found his perspective intriguing, but only to a certain extent. "So, you're not as chauvinistic as Tank?" I inquired. "We share some views with Tank, but not all. We don't usually have deep conversations about such matters," he explained. I couldn't help but smile. "Yes, I can imagine." Changing the topic, he asked, "So, where are you ladies heading tonight?" "We're going clubbing," I replied."Is it just the two of you?" he asked. "No, there are more of us," I replied. "Are they girls or guys?" he inquired. "It's just us girls. We all grew up together, attended the same high school," I explained. Curious, he asked, "What about protection?" Confused, I furrowed
Adriana POVAs we made our way down the hallway, he forcefully kicked open one of the doors. My frustration boiled over, and I couldn't contain my anger any longer. "What is your problem?" I snapped, my voice laced with irritation. "Are you even paying attention to me?"He casually dropped me into an oversized recliner and took a step back, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. His response only fueled my frustration. I glared up at him, feeling a mix of indignation and confusion. "You think it's acceptable to treat me like some cave- woman ?"He let out a low grunt, his smile unyielding. "cave-woman? No, Kitten. I did it to assert my claim over you, to make it known to everyone in that place that you belong to me.""Kitten?" "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Instead of being grateful for what I did, you're being dismissive," he retorted, frustration evident in his voice.I met his gaze, my expression firm. "I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself when it come
Adriana POV Raptor's eyes burned with anger as he continued to glare at the rival group of bikers. The tension in the air was palpable, a volatile mix of resentment and hostility. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his emotions."He should be taught a fucking lesson," Raptor growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. The incident that had transpired between them had ignited a fire within him, fueling a desire for vengeance. He felt the weight of injustice pressing on his chest, urging him to take action.His comrades, sensing his boiling rage, exchanged knowing glances. They had seen Raptor in this state before, a force to be reckoned with. There was no doubt that he possessed the skills and determination to back up his words.The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Raptor's mind raced, devising a plan to deliver the retribution he believed was warranted. Every fiber of his being yearned to confront their rival, to make them regret ever
Raptor POVAs my hands clenched in a primal rage, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The urge to take action consumed me, but I knew I had to channel it before confronting the despicable individual known as Breaker. Gripping the woman tightly against me, I locked eyes with him, a piercing glare that conveyed my unyielding defiance. This man was a deranged monster, and if we had been alone, I would have ensured he never laid a hand on another woman again. The whispers spoke of his heinous acts, how he had violated and brutalized Slammer's Old Lady's innocent daughter. It was the very reason for tonight's gathering, a meeting shrouded in dark intentions. Yet, the Devil's Rangers, the very club we belonged to, were denying his involvement. Tensions escalated rapidly in the hidden depths of the club, but it seemed that the ugliness permeated every corner of our domain.In the midst of my words, I abruptly halted and fixed my gaze upon Breaker, my voice brimming with resolut
With a smirk on his face, Breaker taunted, "You fancy that, don't you? Well, I've got another treat in store for you," he added, crudely gesturing towards his crotch. "Finish up your beer and let's get going."Suppressing my anger, I let out a forced laugh, attempting to mask my true emotions. Despite the raging turmoil within, I wished he would simply grant me some peace and distance. Why was it so difficult for him to respect my boundaries and let me be?The weight of frustration settled heavily upon me, as if carrying the burden of his unwelcome presence. I longed for a sanctuary where I could breathe freely and escape the suffocating grip of his persistent intrusion. Yet, amidst the struggle, a glimmer of determination ignited within me – the unwavering resolve to assert my worth and reclaim the autonomy he tried to diminish."Do I have to spell it out for you?" I said, feeling a wave of disgust wash over me. "I'm not interested."Breaker's nostrils flared, his ego wounded. "I do
"Stay close," Krystal whispered, glancing back at me with a hint of caution in her eyes. "Avoid making eye contact with anyone.""Got it," I replied, understanding the need for discretion.As the music swelled, the attention of the crowd shifted away from us to a woman with vibrant red hair and an ample bosom who had just taken the stage. The expression on her face revealed that she was far from the typical exuberant and cheerful stripper. Her attempted smile appeared more like a strained pout, as if she had just tasted something sour.Krystal couldn't help but chuckle. "Perhaps she should have invested in Botox instead of enhancing her assets. It might have given her a more relaxed appearance.""Well, I doubt anyone will be paying much attention to anything above her collarbone," I remarked.Suddenly, a customer stood up, frantically waving cash and calling for a nurse. "You're giving me a heart attack, Betty!"Krystal snorted with amusement. "Nurse Betty seems on the verge of having
His gaze lingered on her chest, his lips instinctively moistening. "He's in the back room. I'll inform him of your arrival," he said, his tone slightly husky. His eyes then shifted to me, a leering expression replacing his earlier professionalism. I felt a surge of discomfort, grateful for the modest attire I had chosen, though it seemed to make little difference to his intrusive gaze.Krystal nodded, maintaining her composure despite the bouncer's unsettling behavior. "Yes, that's me," she confirmed, her voice steady.Krystal's poise remained unshaken, her composure a testament to her resilience in the face of the bouncer's inappropriate demeanor. She met his gaze with unwavering confidence, refusing to let his intrusive behavior undermine her resolve.Slightly unnerved by the bouncer's lingering stare, I shifted uncomfortably, aware of his eyes roaming over me. It was a disconcerting feeling, despite my attempt to downplay its impact. I found solace in the fact that I had opted for
As we stepped foot into the strip club, I couldn't shake off the feeling that all eyes were fixed upon us. The scene before me perfectly matched the image I had conjured in my mind – a dimly lit space, tinged with a musty odor, and an urgent need for renovations that extended beyond just the worn-out carpet. Most of the waitresses seemed to be well past their prime, yet their attire evoked a peculiar mix of high school nostalgia and an attempt to cling onto their youth. It was a stark contrast, to say the least.Krystal couldn't contain her amusement and let out a playful giggle. "Do these ladies not realize that the eighties have come and gone? Just like their looks," she quipped, her eyes glinting mischievously.I couldn't help but let out a smirk, unable to contain my amusement. "God, you're such a witty one," I teased, shaking my head playfully."Well, I can't deny that I have a fondness for doggy-style," she retorted with a mischievous grin, a twinkle in her eye. Her remark elici