Running Blind

Getting Snaked Part 2

Her throat constricted, lips dry and Baleigh's heart hammered against her chest. Those eyes of his, dark and sinister worked over her body and that shudder of need raced through her. It had been years since she laid eyes on him, and with one look her soul was trashed. All Snakeskin Charlie had to do was snap his fingers and she say, "how high." He had that effect on her and others, he had that power.

He started to walk to his booth off in the corner. Baleigh knew to make no moves, say nothing until he called to her. Charlie was uptight about protocols. He had a way he did things, and you best play by them or find yourself seriously fucked up. She watched him, that familiar gait of his, a saunter but each step meant something. The Snake, as most called him, was deliberate in everything he did, and it all had a reason behind it.

Once he slid into his booth, a darker spot in the bar, off to the side so he could watch the comings and goings. It was then, he motioned her to come over. Baleigh blew a deep breath out and walked over slowly. She flashed a smile as he grew in her line of sight. "Hey Snake, how you are you?" She gave him a tone of indifference, speaking to him like they talked every day.

His dark eyes bored into her. "Jodie, frisk her."

"Already did, the cunt is clean."

Baleigh bit her tongue, not saying nothing for she knew the drill. He was careful and wanted to make sure she wasn't wired.

"Get you lazy ass over here and frisk her, or ..."

"Fine." Jodie's tone was borderline irritated but she had to be careful for a woman in a biker's club was tenuous at best. There were chicks dying to get in and replace the older skanks. Unless you were a member's old lady, you were basically only as good as your last blow job, and Jodie knew that too. She might be the queen but Baleigh didn't get the impression she was running with anyone. She never did before.

Baleigh never took her sight off Charlie, as Jodie's hands went to work on her body. This time she raked every corner, swell and sweet spot of her body. It wasn't a manhandle by any means. Jodie's fingers took a joy ride over her flesh. Baleigh resisted each lascivious touch, but Jodie had a way to strike the match of heat in anyone, man or woman.

She kept her vision glued to Snakeskin. Baleigh could see he was enjoying how Jodie worked the frisk. That was part of it for him, being careful and liking the show of two women. The word was he grooved on ménages but she never witnessed it.

"She's clean, Charlie. Still a little bitch but clean." Jodie gave a solid wallop to her ass, catching her off guard. Baleigh let out a deep grunt and she lost her balance for a moment. Fingertips grazed the table to steady herself.

"Sit."

Baleigh nodded and slid into the booth. Not too far in, near the edge. She remembered not to get too close to the man, he didn't like it. Some said he preferred people not near him for he didn't like the blood splatter. "Thanks, Snake."

There was a nod, no but nothing else. The man wasted no time. "What the fuck you doing here?"

She fidgeted her ass against the leather cushion. Baleigh looked away, fingers wrangling with each other. "I didn't know where else to go."

Baleigh played the down and out fuck up. If she was to get back into the gang, being a loser asking ... no begging to be brought back in was the best angle to play. She had no doubts they would thump her ass good. Jodie probably had sent a text out to everyone, soon enough the worst of bad assholes would want a piece of her.

A snicker greeted her words. "Word, is you be one hot mess. Got your partner blown away, sucking scum bag dick and can't even sell dope right."

When those words draped her, feeling like a loser took hold. Baleigh's gaze shifted to the table, looking down ashamed. In one sentence, he summed her but good. Except for the drugs part, but yes, she was a hot mess.