Anti-Academy

BroadSided

Marie POV

It didn't take long while on the stakeout to see that we would get little to no information from the outside. Which I knew, hence the second outfit, so now I am standing in the middle of the Drunken Pig scanning for someone I know.

Cara made her way to me. Everyone she passed by slapped her ass and yelled out degrading things but she never once gave them her attention. Almost everyone called her a sheep. Sheep was a term the bikers used for the girls in the club that sleep around with anyone. Apparently sheep are notorious for trying to climb the social latter and failing miserably. However that doesn't prevent the girls from trying.

Cara was beautiful. No way should she have to live this life. She could be anything she wanted if she could find a way out. She worked hard at the Drunken Pig every night. Carlos her brother said she was their best bartender and could protect herself but I know that he worries about her anyways.

"Hey stranger!" Cara said leaning up against the bar with me as Carlos handa us a glass. "It's been a few days. Thought you'd finally seen the light." As far as anyone here knew I was just a small town girl trying to rebel against the parents a little. Hooking up with bikers was stage one of my supposed rebellion.

"Nah, just got locked down for a while. But I'm back now." I throw back my glass as quickly as possible feeling the burn course down my throat and warm my belly. Nothing like the liquid courage of sprite. Blah! "You seen Vince?" Thank God, Carlos knows I cannot handle liquor.

From the look in Cara's eyes I knew he's been shacking up while I've been away. I managed to convince Vince and most of the others that I was a pure nervous virgin and so far he had abstained from the pleasures of other sheep in the club trying to convince me that I should give my all to him. His attention often made my stomach churn but it was one of the downfalls of the job.

Vince was a creep no two ways to spin it. His touch froze my body but not with nerves as he thought. He disgusted me. His greasy dark mane hanging past his shoulders. His sharp angled face with a scraggly beard. The bikers vest undone to show of his manly gut covered in a grungy wife-beater. His jeans that were too loose and kept sliding down needing the constant pull to keep them up.

As if I'd somehow called upon him my magic a path widen across the room and I saw him with a sheep across his lap grinding on him to the beat of the music from the beaten up jukebox. The pleasure on his face as he wrapped her hair tightly in his fist as he urged her to quicken the pace left me sick. But the wicked smile that crossed his face at the yelp of pain his tug caused left me slightly shaken. He was fucking some girl out in the open and no one cared at all. I'd heard the vicious rumors of his need for pain to get pleasure. He inflicted wounds on almost all the girls of the club. No one ever said but I'd bet all I had that he was the reason for the sudden trail of dead young girls around town.

Cara placed her hand over mine. She pitied me. She thought my heart was broken over his behavior. I wished I could look like I was broken up over this but I wasn't and couldn't fake that. Instead I turned and waved to Carlos. If I was going to have to act broken up about this mess I am going to have to get people to believe that I was slightly drunk first.

It took too many drinks in the two hours before Vince approached me. He began by wrapping his arms around me like I was his. Like I had been waiting patiently for his attention. He smelled of sex and sweat on top of his usual musky soured body odor. His drunken breath feathered across my cheek, "Rena? When did you get here? Why did you not come to me right away? You're my girl."

Cara nodded quickly to me before moving off. She once told me that Vince made her more nervous than any of the men in the club. His tendency for violence and forcefulness scared her. She was afraid that it wouldn't be long before he turned his attention to her.