Blue Fire

Chapter Two - Golden

CATCHER

I didn't like coming here. In fact, I didn't like handling these types of things at all anymore. But it was my part so I had to deal with it even though I'd rather be buried in a bottle of whiskey and a couple of women right now. Sure, there would be women around but I wouldn't touch them, ever, so there wasn't a point to this. At least not for me.

I looked to my left and saw Rilo, a newer recruit and a fucking big one at that, leering at the stage as some redhead traipsed along the stage.

We weren't here for pleasure and if that had been the reason, I wouldn't have come. Nothing good came off stripper pussy, ever.

We were here to talk revenue and what the fuck Joe had been doing with our money, not to look at the different shades of cunt displayed.

"What the fuck are we waiting for?" I asked Green next to me. He was tall, almost as tall as me but a couple inches shorter. His name came from how he looked, chubby cheeked and blond and blue-eyed, he looked like a good little boy. He had, when we recruited him, at least. He looked like he was green even though he was third in command nowadays.

"Joe's got a special according to Shift, new headline. Boys want to see her before we move."

I sighed and sucked back the whiskey in my glass. It was bitter and nowhere near what I liked, but who cared?

I hated this, I hated sitting on my ass to get business done. I hated having to be here at all. If I could have, I would have sent Green alone to do this, to investigate this, but somehow Stark had forced me into it.

I looked over at my brothers and saw them all grinning at whatever-the-fuck going on on stage. They weren't much younger than me, and yet they all enjoyed this and all I wanted was to go to sleep.

I shook my head and looked up at the girl currently on stage. The redhead was gone and in her place was a statuesque woman. Her side was to us and she was completely naked, Asian maybe because of the tilted eyes and long black hair.

Money flew on her and I got aggravated. That kind of money for one of the girls and not even the headline?

Joe was fucking us good. Maybe even them.

I settled back as the lights darkened and the girl sashayed off stage, some bills stuck to her oiled-up body.

**

SARA

"Go, honey, GO!" Sherry yelled at me backstage as she clutched my robe and the first beats of Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys belted out.

I sucked in a deep breath, sought a place in my mind that didn't care and, as seductively as I could, pulled the curtain away from my body.

My entire mind blanked as I stared out into the spotlights. I just moved.

In my slinky bikini, gold and sparkly I did whatever the fuck came to mind. I touched the pole minimally because I didn't know what the fuck any of the girls around here had, and I stayed professional. AKA as per Joe's instruction, no juices exchanged. I had no clue what was on that pole and who touched it last. Apart from Sandra, and she seemed healthy but scared me, still, eww.

I tore off my top at the chorus and got into it. I was asking them all why they wouldn't call me, why they didn't want me, and I was asking them to take me.

I grabbed the pole and internally a part of me cringed but I was floating away on the music, the rhythm, the intoxication of knowing a hundred or more men in this room wanted me... bare-chested and in a trance of sorts. I used my upper body strength to twirl around once on it before I sauntered over to the end of the runway, a group catching my eye.

Just to the left of the runway a group of men sat, all looking very big and imposing, and most importantly, all wearing leather vests.

I shook my ass a little before I got down on the floor and felt that sting of familiar hit me.

Leather cuts.

Bikers.

I'd met many bikers before. They'd been fun, up for whatever, but they were chaos spelled m a n. Bikers didn't bring luck, they brought trouble. The dirty, bloody, sometimes violent kind. A fun time, but not a staying sort of power you wanted in your life.

I shimmied and closed my mind as my hand reached down to tear off my thong.

Here goes.

I ripped the thong off and spread my legs wide.

Joe's was a strip club...It wasn't a nice one. Pussy-cat-walk.

My entire crotch was open for the world to see, for the low fee of five bucks. I cut the sensation out and stayed on the floor. I did some squiggly things to make it look like I wanted them to call me, like I was desperate. I arched my back, played with my hair... did the shit I'd been witnessing for two months whilst being groped by drunk men, horny by what was on stage and only having me at their side in short skirts and cut-off tanks whilst they fantasized about the dancers. I shimmied, I pretended and started a mental calculation of what I would earn tonight alone.

Sandra drives a Porsche.

Thing was, a dude at the VIP part of the stage, the very front, looking all up in my vagina, decided that the invitation was open.

I spread my legs wider and felt a guy push his fingers inside of me. At least two. Could have been five considering how dry I was and how unprepared I was for the assault.

I felt them entering, me being dry as a bone, hurting, and then there was chaos.

**

CATCHER

I watched as she made it on stage. The headline, and as soon as I saw her my interest was piqued.

Her eyes were blue fire, the center of a flame as her entire body was sparkling in gold. She lost her top and I was just as hooked as the sleazes who were jerking it at the sight of her.

She rounded the pole and did a graceful dip to the stage, the bass thumping in my veins as I watched.

She was a goddess. Blue eyed and dark haired but tanned, a body that rivalled that of Marilyn Monroe, she had big tits, firm but heavily rounded hips and a look in her eyes that fit with it all.

She laid down and did some movement reminiscent of what she would have looked like underneath any one of us watching her. Green beside me shouted and tossed some bills as she laid there, a ray of sunshine covered in bills.

She reached for her thong and the rest of my brothers, all but Shift, threw their lot down just before she tore the thing off.

Then, my world turned red.

Some guy in a suit, leery fucking smirk on his face along with a ruddy sweat decided that his time was now.

She moved slightly, her cunt right in his face, and he took advantage.

The fucker stuck two fingers inside her, the golden girl, and I watched her wince.

Everything inside me stopped as I saw her look down at that man – I waited a beat and watched as Green jumped up out of his seat and onto the stage. Then I watched Shift follow.

What I saw, but they didn't see, was the look in her eyes as those fingers were torn from her and she was suddenly standing.

Relief, I thought, as I watched that chaos and stood to jump up myself.

She felt relief when those fingers were gone from her, but she didn't feel outrage as they entered.