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a bar and I couldn’t be happier. I finally felt happy. I had a
gorgeous man back in my life, a new, stable job, and my life was taking an
exciting turn. I was now learning how to become a member of Rough Devils MC.
     
    It
wasn’t hard leaving DC. I loved the work I’d done, but I loved Charlie even
more. How could I say no to someone I loved?
     
    I
couldn’t be more excited about becoming a real biker. The gang was working on
getting me a motorcycle and teaching me to ride. I loved riding on the back of
Charlie’s motorcycle when we went out (the vibrations and the feel of Charlie’s
chest made my pussy wet almost every time) but I knew I needed to get one or I
would never be considered a real member.
     
    The
gang had me work at the bar in order to save up for the money for the bike.
They were going to take care of everything else. So each day I came into the
bar, worked whatever hours I wanted, and went back to another one of Charlie’s
homes.
     
    I
thought he’d lived at his house in the biker neighborhood, but he actually
owned a private home a few miles from the town that he only reserved for people
special to him. I remembered grinning wider than I’d ever grinned in my life when
he told me that. I still couldn’t believe Charlie was back in my life.
     
    I
always looked forward to my times with Charlie. Even though working at the bar
was pretty boring, the prospect of seeing Charlie always made my happy and able
to continue work. Though it wasn’t always that easy.
     
    ***
     
    “Give
me a rum and coke,” the customer’s voice barked at me from across the bar one
day.
     
    I
sighed and prepared the drink, dreaming of throwing it at his head. This guy
happened to be a regular and he’d always been an asshole to me. Each time he
asked for a drink, he was a giant prick. He never said thank you or gave any
tips. Just once I wanted to throw a drink in his face. But that would probably
be pretty unprofessional.
     
    I finished
making the drink and brought it over reluctantly, waiting for him to insult me
as he always did. Unfortunately it was just me working tonight so I couldn’t
ask anyone else to deal with him. I always thought of telling the MC about him,
but I knew they might go overboard. They’d really grown to like me in the last
month and had become extremely protective.
     
    But
this guy was getting on my last nerve. It always seemed to be me that he was an
asshole for no reason. Sometimes he’d come in on one of my coworkers shifts and
he was fine, very quiet and very polite. I knew he was afraid of pissing other
people off. But when it came to me, he turned into the world’s biggest dipshit.
     
    “Thanks
honey,” he said, lightly slapping my ass as I went back to the bar.
     
    Thankfully
my shift was almost over. I had always chosen to work odd hours, but I didn’t
mind. One day it would be two hours in the morning, then it would be six hours at night, and then only three hours the next day
     
    I
checked my watch as the obnoxious guy called me over again. My shift was
officially over. Perfect timing. I handed my key to
the guy who had the next shift and walked to the front door, ready to leave.
     
    A
hand reached out and stopped me. It was the asshole.
     
    “Hey,
I need your help with something,” he said, winking at me. “Why don’t you come
over to my place later on and we can… get to know each other better.”
     
    I
felt like vomiting. Not only was this guy a piece of
shit on the inside, but he was also pretty damned ugly. It looked like he
didn’t even own a razor there was so much hair on his face.
     
    “Fuck
off,” I snarled.
     
    His
expression turned angry.
     
    “I’m
not used to girls turning me down,” he said furiously.
     
    You
must have been with some pretty desperate girls then.
     
    “Sorry,
this one just did. Go fuck yourself,” I replied, and walked out without a
second thought.
     
    I
hopped into my car and headed to Charlie’s house. He’d called