The Outcast MC - Reaper # 1

Chapter 6

During my shift, I cover Vanessa's section as she hasn't shown up, claiming to be sick. So, I took over her section, managing the tables alone while waiting for additional staff to arrive. The bikers are here, smiling, attempting to maintain a polite demeanor and present themselves in the best possible light. It dawns on me that I've never clearly defined Elizabeth's sexuality, as it pertains to her two avatars. The waitress persona embodies a romantic spirit but has never engaged in a romantic relationship during the few operations I've conducted under her identity. On the other hand, the bartender persona exudes a raw and intimidating energy that repels men. Due to my own true sexuality, I wouldn't sleep with a man, but I need to show interest in them if I want to approach them for my mission. The virgin prospects hold no interest, and the dark-haired guy with tattoos could be intriguing, but his beard puts me off. He must have been growing it since he got his first hair. The other one next to him, the blond guy, acts like he's a model. He's so convinced that he can make me weak in the knees and take me doggy style that it's laughable. Then there's the one trying to be brooding. Clearly, he's watched too many vampire movies. I crossed off the virgin from the laundromat and the one from the gas station, even though he was nice enough to wash my windows and check my tire pressure. If he could, he would have polished my bumper, but I think he ejaculated in his underwear when I smiled at him and thanked him. Today, I'm going to visit the garage.

"And here are your bills, gentlemen," I announced as I handed out them, returning the change once they paid me, and thanking them for their visit. Vanessa's absence made me burnt out, but I made quite a bit of cash. The association I'm supporting will be pleased when I donate the money to them. My work day being over, I patiently sabotage my car in order to go to the garage with a good excuse. I drive slowly until I park along the sidewalk. My white skirt and yellow blouse turn heads. Everyone wants to know how they can assist me until one of them brings everyone back to order. Naturally, it's my brooding one, Mr. Dark as I've mentally labeled him.

Since he's wearing coveralls and no longer in the same attire, I act as if I don't recognize him. However, he clearly appreciates the fact that I'm no longer in my uniform but wearing something that reveals even more.

"Hello again, can I help you?" he asks, his voice a deep and resonant tone.

I play along, pretending not to recognize him from our previous encounters. "Oh, hello. I don't believe we've met before. I'm having some car troubles and I heard this is the best garage in town. Is that true?"

He smirks, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Well, we like to think so."

"We saw each other earlier at the restaurant. I was with my friends, I'm David" he replied, clearly recognizing me.

"Ah, yes, sorry. Without your other clothes, I didn't recognize you."

"Without your uniform, I recognized you. So, tell me, how can I help you?"

"I have a problem with my car," I explain. "There's an Aladdin's lamp symbol that appeared on my dashboard, and I'm not sure what it means. I had my car serviced a month ago, and everything seemed fine."

Mr Dark furrows his brow, clearly wondering what I'm talking about, and gestures for me to lead the way to my car.

"Show me," he says, extending his hand for me to lead him to my car. I watch him as he gets in, noticing his intake of breath and the slight reaction to the scent. My car smells nice, like flowers. I've placed an air freshener under the seat.

"There, take a look," I proudly say, "It's an Aladdin's lamp." I point to the symbol on the dashboard and explain my confusion. David examines it and then looks at me with a hint of amusement.

"That's actually the oil level indicator," he says. "It means the oil level is low or needs to be changed."

Surprised, I respond, "But I just had the oil changed last month. Are you sure?"