Strapped

Strapped Part 6

With her hands grasping Mickey's waist from behind as they whipped through the city on Mickey's motorcycle, Nikki felt like she was floating in heaven. After their shared moment back at the apartment, she felt the veil between them lift away, revealing a vibrant, loving future.

Mickey pulled the bike into the strip clubs' parking lot, backed it into an empty space, then shut the engine down. Both women removed their helmets, Mickey's hair tumbling freely down across her back, while Nikki was fussing to fix her own hair back into order. Dusk had disappeared as darkness of the night cloaked the city; the clubs' hot pink lighting acted as a beacon against the dark with the thump of the heady bass spilling out from the front door as its backdrop. The line of people, all genders and identities, waiting to get inside was long. They stepped to the back of the line and waited. Nikki noted the majority of the women in line were paired with a man. She only spotted a few women who weren't surrounded by the testosterone filled D-bags. Nikki wasn't fond of men, and it took a lot to convince her that a man wasn't an asshole or a pig. She felt bad for the women tangled with the men, because she assumed the men saw an opportunity thinking ladies' night at the peelers would be a great excuse to take their women out while scoring a titty show and free drinks without getting into trouble. A couple of men stepped in line behind them, Nikki tensed up, but kept her gaze forward.

"Mmmm, wonder if she's part of the show?" one of the men asked the other.

Nikki's nostrils flared, she glanced out the side of her eye at Mickey, who either was oblivious to the guys behind them, or simply didn't care.

One of the men stepped closer to Mickey and asked, "Hey, sweetheart, am I gonna get a peek at what's under that leather?" He ran a finger down her arm.

Before Mickey could respond, Nikki swiveled on her heels and reached out a hand, fisting his crotch. "No, she's my bitch tonight." She gritted her teeth and squeezed harder.

"Fuck!" He winced in agonizing pain, veins bulging from his temples and the side of his neck.

"Let him go, cunt!" his buddy bellowed.

Nikki held on a second longer before releasing him. He dropped to his knees cradling his members. She looked down at him with a smirk, and said, "Have some manners, 'cause next time I won't be as nice." When she turned back around, she caught the look of adoration shining from Mickey's eyes. Nikki smiled at her then reached out and took her hand in her own.

Mickey leaned into her as they shuffled closer to the front door, and whispered, "My hero."

As they climbed the few steps toward the doorman checking I.D.'s, Nikki said, "Only I'm allowed to talk to you like that."

Both women flashed their identifications, then Mickey said as they walked through the front door, "You gettin' possessive on me, baby?"

Nikki took a quick gander at their surroundings, taking in the naked women dancing on stage, patrons occupying tables as well as chairs set up by pervert's row, then finally reconnected with Mickey. "I only have eyes for you, and you are for my eyes only." Silence ensued between them save for the erotic beat filtering throughout the club and the overlapping voices of the other customers, before Nikki followed up. "Can you handle that?"

Mickey's eyes danced between Nikki's and down to her mouth then back up to her eyes. A hint of a smile ghosted her lips, she inclined her head at Nikki and said, "It's been a long time coming since I've been craving to hear similar words to yours coming out of your mouth." She leaned down to get closer to her short friends' ear and purred, "I'm more than ready and willing to belong to you as long as the feeling is reciprocal."