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Authors: Aimee-Louise Foster
Diesel (Aces MC Series Book 1)
Diesel
Aces MC Series
By Aimee-Louise
Foster
Text copyright © 2014 Aimee-Louise Foster
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Reserved
To my Husband
and my three beautiful Children for their love and support.
Harlow
What should I wear? I’ve only ever been a waitress or worked
in a bar so it’s difficult to know what to wear. Is a suit appropriate for such
an interview or should I wear jeans and a t-shirt? This one makes my bum look
big, red is too bright, I just don’t know. A suit, I’m going to wear a suit.
I scattered clothes all over the bedroom floor trying to
find the perfect outfit. I wanted to make the right impression but didn’t want
to come across too uptight. Looking at all of the clothes around my normally
tidy bedroom, I finally chose a pair of black and white pinstriped trousers and
matched it with a white blouse. After deciding to have my hair up out of my
face, I applied a little mascara and clear lip gloss.
Looking in the full length mirror I decided that I looked a
little conservative so I opened my shirt slightly by undoing the top button,
then sprayed myself with my favourite perfume. Yes that’s it, professional not
slutty that’s the look I want. With a deep breath, I made my way out of the
apartment, picking up my portfolio from the pine wooden table by the front door
and took the 10 minute walk towards the interview that may just change my life
forever.
It was a bright sunny day which made my journey a little
more bearable and the walk gave me the opportunity to go over all possible
scenarios in my head. As I approached the building I saw two Harleys parked on
the high street and started to become a little nervous. Not because bikers
scared me, I had grown up with them all of my life. I was practically raised by
the Skulls after my mother died of an overdose when I was four. No, I was
nervous because so much was riding on getting this job. I finally had the
chance to be independent and wanted so badly to get a job that I knew I would
love and be good at. I looked at my reflection in the shop window and undid
another button on my blouse. I took one final deep breath and opened the door
to the Aces Tattoo shop.
The chimes of the bells attached to the door sounded my
arrival but it was the music pumping loudly from the back room that set my
heart beat racing. Looking around the reception area took me by surprise as it
was clean and tidy, something that the Skulls weren’t particularly good at. Five
red leather chairs lined one of the walls and a square pine coffee table was
positioned in the corner, containing a selection of tattoo magazines and a
yucca plant that was in dire need of water.
As I looked around the room taking in the scenery, I heard footsteps
as someone entered the room behind me. I turned to see a scrawny young man of
average height, that looked to be in his late teens staring at me. He wore
jeans that had seen better days, a blue t-shirt and a standard leather cut,
which read ‘Prospect’.
“Can I help you?” He asked with an almost bored tone. I
pointed to the piece of paper stuck in the window with sticky tape, “I’m here
regarding the job advertised.” I held my portfolio tightly against my chest, “I
called earlier in the week and was told to pop in with my designs.” The
Prospect looked me up and down lingering at my chest as a smile crept slowly
across his young face, then without warning he burst out laughing. Not just a
chuckle but a whole hearted belly laugh. He bent over at the waist trying to
catch his breath, holding his stomach as he continued. I stood there looking at
the man trying to keep composed, shuffling from one foot to the other. Time seemed
to stand still and the longer I stood there, the more I could feel myself getting
annoyed and the heat started to rise through my body. If I couldn’t get past
the Prospect, how would the owner take me seriously?
I gripped the folder tightly in my arms, I knew I was a
fantastic tattooist. I’d been working on the men in the Skulls MC since I was
sixteen years old. Blaze had seen my Art portfolio when I was fourteen. I was
sitting in the grounds of the club and he’d asked me to produce some designs
almost taking me under his wing. When I turned sixteen he allowed me to
practice on him and the other club members, much to my dad’s disgust. I had
good grades at school and my dad wanted a better life for me outside of the
club.
I had faith in my capabilities even if this jerk in front of
me didn’t but I couldn’t stand the humiliation any longer. I turned on my heels,
walked through the reception area and out into the street slamming the door,
leaving the laughing Prospect behind me. I must have slammed the door with such
force that the bells came off, which gave me a little satisfaction after what
had just been a crushing experience and the end to a really shitty day.
24 hours later
“How dare that little shit laugh at me like I’m nothing?” I
said aloud. I was getting ready to go back to the Aces Tattoo shop but this
time I was going prepared and I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I applied a
little heavier make up than I usually wore and opted for black heavy eye liner,
smoky eyes and bright pink lipstick. I decided to wear something that I would
feel comfortable in and chose my tight leather trousers, knee high boots and a black
leather waist coat which enhanced my curves. I already had a big bust for my
size but the push up bra I was wearing intensified them further.
My hair had always been my favourite feature, so I decided
to wear it down to give me more confidence. My hair was like a veil that hung
to the waistband of my trousers and I was fortunate that my dad had never let
anyone cut my hair as a child. My straight black hair, blue eyes and tanned
skin made me look almost oriental. I’d never used my looks to get anything before
but today I was going to use what God had given me, to get my foot through the
door. For the second time in 24 hours, I looked at my reflection with apprehension
but this time I was being myself and liked what I saw. If I were told ‘no’
dressed like this, at least I had my armour to fight back. My armour also
included my personal designs that covered most of my upper body telling a
story, my story which I was proud of. I picked up my keys along with my portfolio
and walked out of the door ready to get my dream job.
Spike
“Spike!” The Prospect shouted through the curtain. I ignored
the little shit. He’d pissed me off yesterday by sending a potential employee
away. I needed someone to start immediately as I was snowed under with running
the shop and running errands for the club. “Spike!” He shouted again.
“Sorry man, I better see what that little shit want’s.” I stopped
Bear’s tattoo and got up from my chair. “No worries, I’m not exactly going
anywhere.” Bear said as he lay on his front sprawled out like a starfish.
Throwing my gloves into the bin, I slowly walked to the
reception area. Pulling the curtain back I noticed Jimmy drawling over a
customer. I clipped him around the head, “Stop being so fucking rude and move out
the way.” Jimmy mumbled something under his breath before disappearing into the
backroom. I turned to face the customer and that’s when I got a proper look at
the girl standing at the reception desk. She was beautiful. Not your typical
beauty but she certainly made my cock twitch. She had long black hair and
piercing blue eyes that looked like they could see straight into your soul. Not
a place I wanted her to see into!
I noticed her tattooed arms and chest and that her designs
were feminine and suited her small frame well. Some tattoos make women look butch
but not this one. I realised that I was staring and didn’t want to come across
as an arse. I was about to speak when she offered her hand, “Hi I’m Harlow,
nice to meet you. Are you the manager?” She asked looking at me with those
beautiful eyes. I noticed that she was clutching a folder close to her ample
chest. “What’s in the folder?” I asked her curiously. I wasn’t in the habit of
stating who I was before I knew what the person wanted.
“Oh sorry, I’m here about the job you have advertised in the
window. I brought my designs to show you what I can do.” As she spoke she
placed the leather bound folder on the counter. “I’ve also got all the relevant
paperwork.” I flicked through her drawings noticing her talent. Her designs
were creative and different to the usual shit I see. She was starting to
intrigue me.
“Who did the designs on your body?” I asked as she ran her
hand up and down her arm looking at the designs, “I drew them and a
friend
inked me.” The way she said
friend
peeked my interest but I didn’t have
time for this shit as I was in the middle of a tattoo.
“Look, I will be totally straight with you. This club is
owned by the Aces and you’ll be working on bikers?” I folded my arms and looked
at her studying her beautiful face which gave absolutely nothing away. “They
curse and they’re rude, is this really the place you want to work?” I thought
she would run for the hills, although I was hoping she wouldn’t because a piece
of eye candy around the place would bring in more customers. Her face lit up
showing a line of perfect white teeth, “Yes, I’ve dreamt of this.” She said
excitedly.
Her response took me by surprise but I needed to make a few
things clear, “I don’t want any dramas brought to my shop or ideas of running
away with any of my Brothers.” I stood there with my hands on my hips assessing
her reaction further. She was still smiling with her pleading eyes. “Well, I
can’t be any clearer than that and if that hasn’t put you off then great. Come
in and finish off Bears tattoo, then we’ll see how you get on.”
Harlow followed me into the back room and I noticed her assessing
the decor. It wasn’t much, the shop was minimalist and I liked it that way so
there was less to clean. We had three tattoo chairs positioned around the room
containing individual work areas. The colour theme was black and white which
made it easier to decorate and gave it an almost sterile feel.
Bear was lying on his front in the furthest chair in my work
area. He looked like he was asleep. “Bear, I’ve got a special treat for you man!”
I shouted across the room. Bear opened one eye and a smile spread across his
face. “Hello beautiful. Have you come to suck me off whilst Spike finishes my tattoo?”
Harlow approached the workstation slowly, swinging her hips provocatively, “Not
likely old man, lay back down and you may feel my tits rubbing on your back
whilst
I
finish your tattoo.” She gave me a wink and put the latex
gloves on, letting the material smack against her wrist before flexing her
fingers and positioning herself over him. Bear was gobsmacked and quickly settled
down. She will fit in perfectly!
For the next hour, I observed Harlow finish off the tattoo.
She was doing well although a little nervous. Bear was most certainly enjoying the
attention.
“What’s up with you?” Duke asked as he walked into the room
with Diesel. I was still chuckling from the expression on Bears face. Pointing
to Harlow I turned to face them, “She’s interviewing for the job.” Duke and
Diesel looked at the beauty in front of them and Diesel let out a low whistle
in appreciation.
“She’s fit.” Duke said stating the obvious. “And talented!”
I informed them crossing my arms and taking a defensive stance. I didn’t need
to justify who I hired but for some reason, I felt I needed to inform them I
wasn’t hiring her just for her looks, although it was a bonus.
Diesel
All three of us turned to face her finishing off Bears
tattoo. “Right it’s all done. If you come over to the mirror you can see my
handy work.” She said beaming with delight. The first thing I noticed was her
long black hair that hung down to her lower back. She was wearing an outfit
made of leather that clung in all the right places enhancing all of her assets.
Her tattooed arms were beautiful and suited her unlike the club whores and
skanks, who get tattoo’s just because they think Bikers like them on our women.
Bear got up from the table where his arousal was clearly
evident for everyone to see. He cupped himself quickly and made his excuses
about going to the bathroom. Harlow’s mouth fell open and turned to face us with
shock on her face. We burst out laughing clearly enjoying the entertainment
playing out in front of us. “That’s disgusting. He’s old enough to be my Grandad!”
Harlow stated through giggles.
Still laughing, Harlow took off her latex gloves and threw
them into the bin. “Hi, I’m Harlow.” She said walking over to Duke confidently with
her hand held out. “Nice to meet you, I’m Duke, President of the club and this
is my VP, Diesel.” Harlow smiled politely letting go of Dukes hand and turned
towards me. I took her hand and felt her shudder as our bodies touched. Her
striking eyes looked me up and down checking me out which I found amusing. “It’s
a pleasure to meet you Harlow, nice tats.” I said smirking at her, raising my
eyebrows slightly. Harlow looked down at her chest then realised what I’d just said.
She flashed me a smile and I could see her flush a lovely shade of pink.
“For Christ sakes, leave the girl alone.” Spike said in her
defence. She slowly let go of my hand and I instantly felt like I was missing
something.
“You’ve done well, when can you start?” Spike asked smiling
at Harlow. She clapped her hands together in excitement. I was starting to
wonder what else would get her excited and started to feel my arousal. I
mentally slapped myself for acting like I was fourteen again and rearranged
myself quickly, catching Dukes eye. He looked me up and down and started
smiling, shaking his head at my obvious discomfort.
“You don’t know what this means to me. I promise I won’t let
you down.” Harlow gave Spike a tight squeeze and kissed him on the cheek. I
could feel myself getting annoyed and wanted to pull her from his grasp. What
the fuck was wrong with me? Harlow slowly pulled away from Spikes arms, “I can
start Monday, if that’s okay with you?”
Patting her on the back, “That’s great, welcome to the team
Harlow.” Spike shouted for the Prospect, “Jimmy, see Harlow out!” He came bounding
into the room from the reception area like a dog on heat.
