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Drunken Skull, simply nodded his head in agreement, handing over a key to the biker's outstretched hand. "Sure, anything you need. Take as long as you want."
Madison 's eyes widened as she realized her manager just agreed to let these two bikers take her into the private back room for however long they wanted to do whatever they wanted. She realized she had been inviting their attention, but now that reality was facing her she was having second thoughts.
Let's go." Dax said, as he jerked his head towards the hallway leading to the back of the bar. Madison paused for a moment, unsure what to do. Jimmy just averted his eyes and went back to serving customers, about as far away from them as he could get. He was obviously uninterested in getting involved in the affairs of the bikers that frequented his bar, even at the expense of one of his employees.
Troy looked at her, reading the indecision in her face immediately. He led out a sharp laugh. "Which one of us is all talk?" Madison's heart was pounding in her chest and her mouth felt dry. Dax had continued to walk, as if he didn't care whether she followed or not. Maybe he was testing her, to see if she was really just a silly little girl or a woman, capable of taking care of a man like him. She wasn't about to prove either of them right in terms of what she figured they already thought of her. She wanted to prove that she was willing, and able, to ride with the big boys.
With another shuddering deep breath, she pulled the cloth from her pants and dropped it on the bar. She walked out from behind it, past Troy, and followed after Dax with her chin held high. She wasn't going to show any fear. She could handle whatever it was they had in mind, and the growing heat between her legs reassured her that she was anxious for it as well.
As she walke d, she felt a little twinge of apprehension about what she had started. Voices of her friends and family urging her not to work at "that biker bar" echoed in her head, but they only served to steel her resolve. In truth, the danger and uncertainty of the situation only added to the excitement. She knew what she was getting into. She'd seen every episode of Sons of Anarchy. The motorcycle club lifestyle seemed thrilling to her.
Still, as she walked s he started to feel a bit woozy, but concentrated on following Dax and watching him as he moved. His muscled back added definition to his leather jacket, causing the shotgun wielding skeleton that was riding the motorcycle to look as if he was actually aiming at something. Dax was at least a head taller than she was, but her eyes weren't focused on his head - instead, they were drawn to his ass. His jeans were pulled taunt around his muscular rear end and she actually had to resist a sudden urge to reach out and grab it. Who knows what he would do, given the way he'd reacted to her touching his patch.
When they finally arrived at the back room, Dax unlocked it quickly and peaked inside. Finding it empty, he ushered the other two in and then he followed, closing the door behind them and locking it again. The room was pretty spartan, with only a small white table and a couple of folding chairs as furnishings. There was a small bar fridge for employees to store their lunches, and a little kitchenette with a sink and a microwave. The room was mainly used as a staff break room, but Jimmy rarely gave anyone a regular break anyway.
As the door closed, Madison spun around to regard the two men. Dax was looking directly into her eyes, testing her to see how far she was willing to go. Troy stood beside him looking annoyed. He was rubbing his hands together, anxious to move things along and find out just what this pretty young blond was willing to do for him and his brother in arms. Despite being younger, though, Dax was a higher ranking member of the MC and Troy had to wait for his lead.
No words were being exchanged, but Madison
Madison 's eyes widened as she realized her manager just agreed to let these two bikers take her into the private back room for however long they wanted to do whatever they wanted. She realized she had been inviting their attention, but now that reality was facing her she was having second thoughts.
Let's go." Dax said, as he jerked his head towards the hallway leading to the back of the bar. Madison paused for a moment, unsure what to do. Jimmy just averted his eyes and went back to serving customers, about as far away from them as he could get. He was obviously uninterested in getting involved in the affairs of the bikers that frequented his bar, even at the expense of one of his employees.
Troy looked at her, reading the indecision in her face immediately. He led out a sharp laugh. "Which one of us is all talk?" Madison's heart was pounding in her chest and her mouth felt dry. Dax had continued to walk, as if he didn't care whether she followed or not. Maybe he was testing her, to see if she was really just a silly little girl or a woman, capable of taking care of a man like him. She wasn't about to prove either of them right in terms of what she figured they already thought of her. She wanted to prove that she was willing, and able, to ride with the big boys.
With another shuddering deep breath, she pulled the cloth from her pants and dropped it on the bar. She walked out from behind it, past Troy, and followed after Dax with her chin held high. She wasn't going to show any fear. She could handle whatever it was they had in mind, and the growing heat between her legs reassured her that she was anxious for it as well.
As she walke d, she felt a little twinge of apprehension about what she had started. Voices of her friends and family urging her not to work at "that biker bar" echoed in her head, but they only served to steel her resolve. In truth, the danger and uncertainty of the situation only added to the excitement. She knew what she was getting into. She'd seen every episode of Sons of Anarchy. The motorcycle club lifestyle seemed thrilling to her.
Still, as she walked s he started to feel a bit woozy, but concentrated on following Dax and watching him as he moved. His muscled back added definition to his leather jacket, causing the shotgun wielding skeleton that was riding the motorcycle to look as if he was actually aiming at something. Dax was at least a head taller than she was, but her eyes weren't focused on his head - instead, they were drawn to his ass. His jeans were pulled taunt around his muscular rear end and she actually had to resist a sudden urge to reach out and grab it. Who knows what he would do, given the way he'd reacted to her touching his patch.
When they finally arrived at the back room, Dax unlocked it quickly and peaked inside. Finding it empty, he ushered the other two in and then he followed, closing the door behind them and locking it again. The room was pretty spartan, with only a small white table and a couple of folding chairs as furnishings. There was a small bar fridge for employees to store their lunches, and a little kitchenette with a sink and a microwave. The room was mainly used as a staff break room, but Jimmy rarely gave anyone a regular break anyway.
As the door closed, Madison spun around to regard the two men. Dax was looking directly into her eyes, testing her to see how far she was willing to go. Troy stood beside him looking annoyed. He was rubbing his hands together, anxious to move things along and find out just what this pretty young blond was willing to do for him and his brother in arms. Despite being younger, though, Dax was a higher ranking member of the MC and Troy had to wait for his lead.
No words were being exchanged, but Madison
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