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22
Lonnie

T
here was
an excited whoop and then she jumped to her feet. I stopped dialing the number I'd started to dial and gave her a look. "What?"

"This bitch knows something. Listen to this..." said Ava.

She read out to me part of a post from RockIt Girl’s blog. She was some fan of the band who seemed to have access to inside information. Ava had walked over to me and was standing triumphant before me.

"Well done, love," I said to her as I stood up. I patted her on her delicious arse and as her eyes flashed I had a sudden desire to push her onto the bed and take her. I just kissed her on the lips instead though.

She pushed me off, but it was a playful push without complaint. "Come on. Let's get her."

"Get her?"

"Yeah. She obviously knows where the hell they are. Let's ask her nicely. And if she doesn't answer... maybe you can ask her less nicely."

Ask her less nicely? What, does she want me to rough this girl up, I wondered.

"I don't think so love. She's a
girl
."

"Sexist. So I'll have to do it?"

"I'm not beating up some girl who writes a blog. That's really not my style, you know? I'm a gentleman."

"A gentleman? You?" she asked.

She was teasing me, wasn't she? "You're damn right I'm a gentleman. Anyway, maybe we don't need anyone roughing anyone up. Why don't we just ask her nicely?"

"Yes. Of course, we'll try that," she said, "
first.
"

"So you know where she is?"

She twisted her computer to show me. Huh, I thought, maybe it wouldn't be hard to track this girl down. She'd kindly taken a selfie showing herself in all her blue haired and black-lipsticked glory - she'd stand out like a yank in a South London pub. Even better though was where she'd taken the selfie - right outside our hotel, just a few minutes before.

"I think we can find her."

I grinned and gave her a squeeze on the arse. Why'd Si have to go off fucking everything up? It'd be much more fun to just stay in the hotel and bang this girl all night again. She gave me a smack on the arm in response to my lecherous hands. Not a fuck off smack, but a fuck-off-for-now smack. That'd do.

A
couple minutes
later we were outside the hotel scanning the small crowd that had gathered here. They were waiting for the tour bus to get back but it hadn't yet. I guess the boys were hanging out in that club, or maybe they'd gone somewhere else to get in trouble. Shit, I wondered if Chad had even told them about Si going missing? That guy was the most unpredictable little twat I’d ever met.

There weren't as many fans outside this hotel as the last one - it was too far out of the way and the news of our kicking-out from the last one probably hadn't spread to everyone yet. There were still a couple dozen people hanging around though, groups of chattering girls with homemade signs and high heeled rock boots.

"There!" Ava shouted as she grabbed at my arm. She was right. Sure enough, there was the chick from the photo. Small, quite young, maybe late teens. She had a pretty nice body too, and with her dyed hair, piercings and weird-ass makeup you just knew she'd be wild in the sack. Not that I was interested in anyone except the new squeeze beside me.

I let Ava take the lead. While I don't have qualms about doing what needs to be done to get information, sometimes it's better to go with honey rather than a hammer. And I don’t feel comfortable getting too tough with women unless they
really
have it coming.

We approached at a rapid pace, Ava almost jogging as she led us over. When we were about half a dozen yards away the girl saw us. There was surprise in her eyes at first, then as we got closer and saw we were heading right for her, panic.

She turned tail and went to run. But when Ava saw her start she accelerated forward like a cheetah and managed to grab her by the back of her head, a clutch of hair in her tightly gripped hand.

"Listen you blue-haired bitch. You're not going anywhere until I get some answers."

Hmm, feisty. So much for honey.

"I'll pay, I promise! I'm getting paid tonight I swear!"

Huh. That wasn't what we were expecting to hear.

"Pay? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Confusion crossed her face. "Who are you?" she asked, twisting her head to try and escape Ava's tight grip. She failed but managed to get herself a little slack so she wasn't in quite so much discomfort.

"I'm looking for Lily!"

"Who the fuck is Lily?"

I watched their confused discussion from a couple of feet away, keeping one eye on the crowd to make sure ole' blue hair didn't have any friends that would make the mistake of getting involved. Of course I kept my other eye on Ava and her new friend. What red blooded man doesn't like to see a little cat fight every now and then? As they scrapped I realized I’d seen her before, at the previous hotel. It seemed she was everywhere the band was.

"Lily is with Si, from the band. And she's my sister."

From the way her eyes lit up I saw Ava had just given her some new information.

"Oh yeah? Why the fuck is Si with some rich bitch like her? When he meets me--"

Her ruminations on a possible future with my errant bassist friend were interrupted by a sharp backhand across the mouth from Ava. Real feisty.

"I didn't drive two fuckin' hours in my crappy old Elantra to listen to your imaginary love life you crazy bitch. Where the hell is Si?"

"I don't know!"

"I read your blog! You said he’s at some underground MMA fight!"

"My blog is just rumors. Sure I've got some sources--"

My attention was lost as I answered the phone buzzing in my pocket. It was Jase.

"Oi, oi," I said into the phone, admiring Ava's fierceness as she yanked on Bluey's hair again.

I listened carefully as Jase revealed what he'd managed to find out. It seemed our friends the Ragers knew a little about this underground fight scene. After making a few calls of their own they had found out when and where the next fight was going to be. And rumor had it there was going to be a musician of some kind fighting. Bingo.

"Cheers brother," I said hanging up before turning my attention to the girls. "Oh shit..."

I lunged over and pulled Ava back. She was standing over Bluey who had fallen to the floor and she'd been about to kick her.

"She knows where they are!" she protested.

"So do we. Come on. Look, you're drawing a crowd," I said, gesturing to the people that had gathered around us.

I wrapped my arm tight around her waist and pulled her away from them the scene. We didn't want to have to deal with any coppers. Luckily it sounded like Bluey had problems of her own that would make her equally unwilling to deal with the police. I sure as hell hoped so.

23
Lonnie

"
S
o he's fighting
in some warehouse tomorrow, and my sister is going to be there?"

"They didn't say anything about your little sis. But if you're sure they're together, then, that's where they'll be."

I finished rolling the joint I had been fiddling with and held it up to inspect it. Looked good.

“What are we supposed to do until then? Maybe I could have gotten something out of that bitch…”

“I don’t think she knew anything else. Really. She just writes a blog filled with rumors. She doesn’t know shit. Relax. We’ll go to this fight tomorrow and pick them up.”

“Can you go? Won’t you have to be at the show?”

“Getting Si back is more important than the gig. We’ve got more than enough guys for these poxy little shows. We’re overstaffed if anything.”

“Good. I’m glad you’ll be there with me tomorrow.”

We were both sitting on the edge of the bed, our jean clad thighs touching. I could feel the warmth emanating from her body and I knew she wanted me again. I sure as shit knew I wanted her again.

I lit the joint and took in a fast drag of the hot smoke, before blowing it out in a long, long, stream. I offered it to her.

"I haven't smoked in years," she said, taking it slowly from my hand.

"No?"

She shook her head. "Not since high school," she took a small drag, held it, then blew it out. "Shit, I remembered something."

"Yeah?"

Her pupils had begun to dilate like two dark saucers in her head.

"Oh shit, nothing." She giggled. Lightweight.

"What is it?" I asked again.

She leaned over to me, a breast pressing against my shoulder as she whispered shyly in my ear, "Weed makes me horny."

I knew it. Of course she wants me, and she's just using the weed as an excuse. That's probably why she isn't driving home right now and putting six hours in the office tomorrow before we go to the fight.

"It's a shame you don't have a boyfriend then, isn't it?" I said as I took the joint back off her and lay back on the bed.

I took another suck on the joint as she gave me a look I'll never, ever forget. Stoned eyes blazing she ran them slowly up my legs, over the crotch of my rapidly tightening jeans up my body to meet my gaze.

As she did so she turned her body, slipping one leg over my waist so she straddled me, her firm ass pushing down on my rapidly hardening member. All the while her unreadable eyes burned into my body then into my own eyes as she lowered her head to mine.

I took a drag of the joint and without speaking we both understood what to do as her lips drew close to mine and I blew the smoke out into her circled lips as she sucked it in.

I watched her plump lips take in the smoke, her lips so close to mine, and then they were gone again as she lifted her head back, eyes to the ceiling as the smoke floated in her lungs. She blew it out up to the dim bulb and then put her head back down, gasping.

She moved back to the floor, her leaving weight a welcome relief for my cock which she had been pressing down but also a disappointment. The disappointment rapidly disappeared as she stood by the side of the bed, looking down at me, as she ran five fingertips up my thigh and over the crotch of my jeans causing them to twitch.

She slowly, languorously leaned forward, licking her lips, and then her hands were on my jeans, undoing the button fly. God I wanted to be in her so badly. I could have just taken her then, but she was obviously enjoying being in control so I laid back and let her do it how she wanted.

My jeans slid down and my boxer briefs strained and stretched for a moment before ten hot fingers slid underneath my buttocks and she pulled them down to join my jeans on the floor.

She hovered over me, her mouth a fraction of an inch from my cock as her eyes looked up at mine.

She was teasing me and I wasn’t sure how much more of it I could take. I wanted to grab her by the hair and force her down on to me, force her to take it all in her mouth. But I didn't.

Two hot hands ran over the ridges of my abs and up my chest. She squeezed my nipples and then suddenly she was all nails as she raked down my chest and I let out a gasp at the sudden pain which was matched only by the sudden pleasure of her taking me in her mouth.

I grabbed her by the hair to make sure there wouldn't be anymore teasing and pushed her head down again.

Her tongue swirled around my hardness and her head moved up and down of its own accord, its speed only encouraged, by my grip on her soft hair.

One hand continued to run up and around my hard chest, occasionally turning to scratch me with her nails as her other hand cupped my balls and gave my shaft the occasional squeeze.

Sometimes you want to spend hours, teasing each other and giving the girl orgasm after orgasm before you finally come. Other times it's just too much though, and all you want is that sweet, sweet relief of emptying yourself inside her and then maybe you'll have another go after, giving her her turn.

This time was going to be the latter. No doubt about it. I held her by her hair and moved her up and down to my rhythm while I thrusted my hips to get as deep inside her mouth as I could.

She didn't complain. Not at all. Her tongue was a flurry of enthusiastic teasing as I buried my cock in her mouth. It was like she was born to suck cock.

I didn't last long.
Couldn’t
last long. No one could, not with a pair of lips like that wrapped around you as you fuck her tight, hot, wet mouth.

I felt it building inside me and then I couldn't stop it, no one could, not once you reach the point of no return. I let out a loud gasp as I yanked her head down again and I exploded inside her. I looked down at her as I came -- there's nothing like watching a girl taking it in the mouth as you come inside her -- and her eyes flicked up and locked onto mine. Her eyes were blazing as she swallowed and I knew when this part of it was over there'd be no sleep for me. The weed had gotten to her and she needed to get laid. That would be fine with me.

I was panting heavily as my cock finally stopped twitching inside her mouth. I saw her swallow again and then she let me go, sliding up beside my torso so our heads were together.

"Are you okay?" I asked, half worried I'd been too rough holding her hair like I had.

She nodded and gave a little smile as she pushed her hot lips against mine. Her mouth forced mine open for a deep kiss and then her tongue was inside my mouth. It was a moment before I realized there was something unexpected, an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. She'd given back a little piece of me. Kinky. There was no backing out now- she'd already done it - so I just let her intertwine her tongue with mine. The things you do for lust, huh?

24
Ava

W
e walked
out into the dusty parking lot. The bright sun was beating down on us and it glinted off the windscreens of the cars as we walked, the light reflecting into my eyes and bothering me. The weather was a perfect 75° and as we walked there was a definite spring in my step. The air had that faint whiff of car exhaust from the nearby highway that made it smell like home. With Lonnie by my side I knew that everything was going to be okay. Soon we would have both Lily and Si back with us.

I felt a reassuring touch around my waist. I couldn’t help but smile. There was another reason that I was feeling happy. Having that man by my side made me feel taller, stronger, more confident, more complete. This is only a fling, I told myself, just until I got my sister back and he went back to wherever the hell his clubhouse was. But just because it was only a fling didn’t mean I couldn’t feel good about it, so as I walked across the parking lot I couldn’t help but smile.

He had persuaded me to join him for a ride to breakfast. This would be my first real motorcycle ride. Last time, with Lily pressed between us, I’d been far too panicked to enjoy it. I just needed to get my sunglasses out of my car and we would be on our way to the best breakfast place within 100 miles of here. At least, that’s what Chad had claimed when he’d recommended it to us.

We walked past an Elantra that looked like mine, though a year or two newer.

“Huh. Check it.” He said, waving his hand toward the car.

I gave the car a second look. Both the near side tires were flat. And not just a little bit flat, but completely pancaked.

“Hope they got two spares,” I said with a laugh.

“Four.”

As we took another couple of steps I saw that Lonnie was right. Four flats.

“How did you know?” I asked, puzzled.

“Who gets two flats on the same side at once? No one, unless you been driving over a stinger or a truck load of nails. In which case, you get four flats, not two. Anyway, it didn’t look lopsided.”

“Huh.” I hadn’t noticed that the car wasn’t lopsided.

“What kind of car did you say you’ve got again?”

“An Elantra…”

“Shit.” He gestured to the next row of cars. There was another Elantra, a couple of years older than mine. This one also had four flat tires.

I started to run to my spot. There was no point though, I knew with a sunken heart what I would find. I was panting when Lonnie caught up to me after my sudden sprint, staring forlornly at my poor car. He put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder and gave me a squeeze

“That fucking blue-haired bitch,” I said.

“Well – –“ he started and stopped. Good. I didn’t need any stupid man-logic rationalizations explaining her actions away. None of this ‘well you did beat her up…’ crap. I wanted to be angry and pissed at the bitch.

“What do I do? Shit.”

“I’ll have a couple of prospects take care of it.”

“Prospects?”

“Yeah. Guys who want to join the club. They haven’t been initiated yet, but we trust them pretty well.”

“They’d do that for me?”

“No. They don’t know you. For me.”

“You’d do that for me?” I asked, suddenly feeling a whole lot better, a warm feeling of contentment appearing in my stomach.

“Sure. If we’re going to be hanging out, I’ve got to look after you, haven’t I?”

I grinned up at him, his cheeky face serious for once. Someone to look after me, huh? I could go for some of that. It was about time I was on the receiving end of being looked after.

The big biker looked down at me, then grabbed me by the seat of my jeans and pulled me in. Hot wet lips touched and parted.

“It’ll be okay.”

I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek. I wasn’t usually this emotional, what was wrong with me today?

“It’ll all be okay.”

I buried my head in his chest, and as he slipped his fingers through my hair and pulled my head toward him I knew that it would. It
would
be okay. He’d make sure of it.

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