“Hey,” Onyx hollered. “People pay extra to see the cops with strippers in LA.”
It was Hollywood’s fault for still being dressed for work. His best friend flipped him off and Free’s song ended. With a quicks scoop of the last few bills, both she and Hollywood disappeared in the back.
Onyx sat back to see if any of the women he liked were around. Lyna took over dancing on stage while Tempest and Zoe were walking around. Now, those women were some women you could fuck and didn’t want attachment. He liked that. They were women who just loved sex like he did but didn’t want anything but an orgasm or two in return.
Michele walked back to the table and set his beer down. “Here you go. What can I get you to eat?”
“Steak, the T-bone, baked potato and whatever vegetable you have available to go with it. Oh, and you can bring me a piece of that chocolate cake I love.” He winked.
Michelle laughed. “Sure thing Onyx, I wouldn’t keep you from that cake now would I?”
“No, you better not.” Onyx joked with her.
Shark finished up his food. “So how did that rescue go that you went on?”
“It was okay, the usual. Ended up with stitches in my head from a fight, but other than that it was uneventful. How was the run you and Freaky went on?”
“It went pretty well. We made about five grand for the club and a few for ourselves. I don’t mind going on them as long as it goes as well as this one did.”
“That’s good. I wondered how all that would pan out for the club. Illegal activity was never something I cared too much about.”
“Yeah, it is that isn’t it?” Shark took a long pull from his glass. “You and Hollywood, not sure how you lasted in LA and weren’t corrupt.”
“TV and movies, all lies and over exaggerations.”
Topaz walked into the restaurant, fresh in a tight outfit and headed toward the bar.
Onyx noticed her right away. Why couldn’t the woman he wanted, be the one with as little care as the others? This rescue proved that she didn’t want a damn thing to do with him.
Michele walked back and gave him his plate of food. It smelled wonderful and triggered his hunger more than Topaz triggered his need for release.
Shark told him about the run while he ate his meal and after he cleaned his plate, he was ready for more. Like a warm body to take to his bed.
Lyna walked over to their table. “Hi Onyx. Hiyah Shark.”
“Hi beautiful. What are you doing?” Onyx shifted his chair to the side, so his lap was open and curled his finger to pull her to him.
“Aw… you got a boo-boo.” Lyna placed a kiss on the Band-aid.
He whispered in her ear, “My lap is a little cold and lonely, sweetie.”
“Guess you took the wrong person for that long ride.” Lyna leaned in, draping her arms on either side of him as he fished a few bills from his wallet, tucking them in the top of her panties as she whispered in his ear. “Remember how satisfying the trip was when you let me on your bike.”
She bit at his earlobe and he adjusted his hips so she could work her magic. Having stripped down to her bra and panties on stage. The little skirt she wrapped around her hips was less than a dust ruffle. Lyna stretched her body then moved in between his legs, swaying her ass back and forth over his crotch.
He should have been paying attention to the thick curves giving him a lap dance, but Onyx’s eye caught sight of Topaz staring at him. She glared, but continued to work behind the bar. He wanted to ignore her but they were both caught, focused on each other and he couldn’t help imagining what her beautiful body would be like if she were giving him the dance.
After Lyna finished her dance, he was charged up and wanted more from this beauty. She was the type of woman who could help relieve him of his pressures.
Capturing her hand, he slowed her from moving on and stood. “If you’ll excuse us Shark, I have some business to tend to.”
“Have fun. I’m going to look for some for myself.” Shark grinned.
Topaz was furious and horny which tended to be a dangerous combo. Watching Lyna give Onyx a lap dance had triggered her anger. Outside of the tuck of cash, he’d kept his hands on either side of his chair. Allowing the body to brush against his. When their eyes locked was when the rage turned to desire. As if unspoken he told her she was who really was dancing. The one straddling his leg, like she had in the motel bathroom. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and leaning in. More importantly, she was the one causing the rise in his pants.
She tried to serve customers, but every time her eyes strayed toward the couple, it infuriated her even more. When Lyna pulled Onyx toward the back of the stage Topaz knew where they were going, setting off a level of irritation, that in a clam could produce a pearl, but in her, it might just explode.
They made their way across the restaurant, Topaz slipped from behind the bar and stood by the door that led to the back rooms. The ones where private dances turned naked and for the most part, only MC members went.
“Lyna!” Topaz stood, arms crossed and legs planted. “You need to go in the back and get changed.”
“Why?” Lyna asked, her fingers intertwined with Onyx’s as his hand wrapped around her body and rested on her bare belly. “We had a little business—”
“You need to go on stage again tonight, then after
