Making the Cut (9 page)

I shook my head, “Nope.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house,” she smiled.

I pulled a twenty from my wallet and slid it below the cardboard coaster underneath my glass of water, “Well, this is your tip. Thanks.”

“I suppose I’ll see ya the next time I see ya,” she shrugged a she pushed her hands into the back pockets of her shorts.

If you only knew…

As she started twisting her hips again, I almost sat back down. Avery was attractive, and would be so to any man. Her personality and her actions, however, made her almost irresistible. As she rocked from side-to-side and smiled, I started to lose myself in thoughts of my childhood, and my girlfriend at the time, Shellie. She was a cheerleader in school, and until she fucked the quarterback, and I ended up in jail for beating his ass, our time together was all memorable. She was probably my only
real
love. The only recollections I had of actually enjoying time with a woman involved her solely.

I stared at Avery, pulled against the rubber band, and released it into my wrist.

Snap!

I pulled against it again, held it, and stared down at her sneakers.

Snap!

“I appreciate it,” I nodded.

She grinned and nodded her head, unaware of what I truly meant.

I scanned her body from head to toe, and back up again slowly. I pulled the rubber band again, tightened my jaw in anticipation, and released it into my wrist.

With a mental image of her still burned into my brain, I turned and walked to the door.

As I pulled the door open, I chuckled at my increased vocabulary.

Choad.

As I walked to my bike I wondered if there was a name for one as big as your wrist and nine inches long. I threw my leg over the bike knowing I’d never know if there was; at least not from Avery.

There was no way in hell I could ever fuck her once and walk away.

None whatsoever.

AVERY

In my observation, I realized Axton snapped the rubber band against his wrist when he was uncomfortable or troubled. Initially I was going to ask why, but later decided there was probably more value in my keeping my mouth shut and seeing if there was some type of pattern to his behavior. After watching for some time, I believed he did it even more when he was tempted to do something he felt would be better left undone.

When he came to the bar the second time, I noticed he did it when I did my innocent little naïve school girl pose. There was no other reason, no awkward discussions, and nothing I said had pissed him off. But each time I put my hands in the pockets of my shorts and swiveled my hips, he snapped his rubber band repeatedly. Probably out of nervous habit more than anything.

I attempted to do as much research on the club as I could, but found very little to read. There was a website for the
Selected Sinners Motorcycle Club
, listing Slice as President, Stacey as Vice President, Mike as Treasurer, Fancy as the Secretary, Hollywood as the Road Captain, and Otis as the Sergeant at Arm’s. The website listed the bylaws, and Axton wasn’t joking about the clubhouse. The rules regarding Ol’ Ladies were pretty clear in that respect. I desperately wanted to know about the club, but even more, I wanted to know as much as I could about Axton.

“I can’t believe they’ve been here all along, and we never knew,” I shouted over my shoulder as I closed the window on the computer.

“I know. God, I want another ride. Not with that weirdo Cash, but with one of ‘em. I bet that Otis dude is freaking
hung
,” Sloan hollered from the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes in agreement, knowing she didn’t necessarily expect a response.

“You know,” she said.

“They say you can tell about a guy’s cock from his hands, feet, and confidence. Otis’ hands are huge, and his feet are huge. But Axton? God he’s hot. And it freaking creeps me out that he’s so confident. The way he walks, he acts like he could just beat anyone’s ass that’s dumb enough to get in his way. I bet his cock’s a freaking foot long,” she yelled.

I leaned back into the stool and smiled at what she said. I felt the same way, but hadn’t expressed it. Axton’s confidence was apparent in his walk alone. The look on his face, his stride, and his demeanor screamed
do not fuck with me
. He looked like a wind-up toy when he walked, there was a certain rhythm to the steps he took, and the process repeated itself roughly every six or so steps. As I watched him walk I wondered if it was a conscious thing, or something that simply happened.

I decided it was just Axton. I liked thinking of him that way.

“What in the fuck is on your nose?” I asked as Sloan walked out of the bathroom.

Although she had attempted to wrap herself in a towel, it was painfully obvious there was far too much of her to try and cover with the shitty little towels we had in the apartment. With all of her ass and a good part of her pussy peeking out the bottom, her boobs were bulging out of the top. She could cover one of the areas, but definitely not both. She stopped and touched the side of her nose with the tip of her finger delicately.

“It’s freaking sore,” she winced as she pressed her fingertip into the edge of her nose.

“You pierced it? I squealed as I bounced from the chair.

“Uh huh,” she responded.

“When? Why?” I asked as I moved my face closer to her nose.

“I went to
Tracy’s
.”

I leaned away from her nose and stared at her, “The jewelry shop?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“You dumb ass. They pierced it with a gun, didn’t they?” I asked.

“Uh huh.”

“You dumb ass.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head lightly. We had discussed getting our noses pierced when we moved to Wichita, because they had actual piercing shops which pierced with needles the proper way, and not with guns. From what we had read on the internet, and learned from asking around, having your nose pierced with a gun intended to pierce ears with was a no-no, and could possibly cause infection and trauma.

“Why didn’t you wait?” I shrugged.

“I dunno. I wanted those guys to like me. I thought if I had it
now
, maybe they’d see me differently,” she whined.

I raised my clenched fist to my mouth, coughed, and rolled my eyes, “You want ‘em to like you? Seriously? Wear your new sixty dollar bra, they’ll love you. Jesus, go get dressed before something falls out of that towel.”

I watched as she stumbled to the bedroom, touching her nose with her finger the entire way. I sat down at the desk and peered through the door as she got dressed, knowing if I had her huge titties,
everyone
would love me.

No doubt.

God, if I just had half those tits, I’d have Axton begging me…

I stood up, walked to the bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror. I turned to the side and tried to imagine myself with boobs. As I sucked in my nonexistent stomach and tried to force my flat ass to look round, she stepped into the doorway.

“What are you freaking doing?” she giggled.

I turned my head and smiled, “Trying to imagine myself with tits and a little ass.”

“Your tits are perfect, and you have a cute little ass.”

“I look like a boy,” I sighed.

“A hot fucking boy,” she said as she reached over my shoulder for the blow dryer.

“So I do. I look like a boy, don’t I?”

“No,” she said as she started drying her hair.

“Why’d you say it?” I asked as I stared into the mirror and twisted my body so my ass faced the mirror.

It’s helpless. I have no ass.

She shrugged and continued to dry her hair. I sighed and walked out of the bathroom and back to the desk. Frustrated, I lowered myself into the chair and stared at the black computer screen. Convinced I’d graduate from college, move to Wichita, and remain a flat assed and titless single woman for the rest of my life, I silently pouted at the thought of it all.

“What was that?” Sloan hollered over the sound of the hair dryer.

I blinked my eyes and looked around the room, “What was what?”

“Sounded like someone knocked on the door,” she shouted over the sound of the hairdryer.

“I didn’t hear anything,” I responded as I swiveled the chair toward the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Holy shit, someone’s here,” I said as I jumped from the chair and ran to the door.

Having someone come over probably wasn’t a big deal to the majority of the population of the free world, but to Sloan and me, it was a
huge
deal. In the two years we lived together, we’d had a total of two visitors that I could recall. One knocked on the wrong apartment door, and the other was pushing bibles and religion.

I bounced to the door and looked through the peephole.

Holy shit!

AXTON

After finding out my point of contact could speak English
not very well
, I learned every member of the club spoke Spanish
not at all
. A quick inventory of the Ol’ Ladies produced not one single Spanish speaking person. Having the ability to effectively communicate while trying to sell 100 AK-47’s to a first time customer was instrumental to the success of the sale. Frustrated, and not willing to lose a deal due to the incompetence of the club, I opted to find someone who
did
speak Spanish; someone who would be willing to go to a simple drop-off site and watch Otis and me sell a few guns to a Mexican street gang. The only drawback was it had to be someone I could trust, and I didn’t trust anyone outside the club.

Knowing if this deal fell apart, I was risking the life of one of the strongest members of the club, I decided to go beyond the boundaries of what I would normally do, and
consider
the help of an outsider. After all, the deal we were doing was legal and legitimate. Including an outsider in the transaction didn’t expose the club to any real risk. The Sureños may not have legal intentions with the weapons after they receive them from the club, but that was none of my or anyone else’s business.

A Google search confirmed a degree in Criminal Justice required a foreign language class, and my guess was Avery’s choice would have been Spanish. Contrary to my typical beliefs and behaviors, the club was asked, and they voted in favor of her being my Spanish speaking assistant. It was further agreed Otis and I would be the two members to do the deal with the Sureños. Otis’ size alone would be intimidating to a bunch of short Mexicans, which should minimize the potential for anyone trying anything stupid. If she agreed, Avery could simply stand on the side, look pretty, and tell me what the little fuckers were
really
saying. In my opinion, with Otis and Avery participating in the transaction, there was little risk to the club that anything could go wrong with the deal.

We would have brains, brawn, and the ability to communicate clearly.

After much thought and a long mental battle with myself about the inclusion of an outsider in what I believed to be
club
business, I fully accepted the decision the club had already made, and began my journey to find Avery. Frank provided me with Avery’s apartment number, and I rode there to discuss matters with her. Even though it was settled with the club, in my mind it was still rather undecided. As she opened the door, the expression on her face made her level of surprise quite clear.

“Got a minute?” I asked.

She stood wide eyed with her mouth agape, “Yeah, come in.”

Still standing in the center of the doorway, she stared. I motioned for her to move so I could step into the house, “You’re going to need to step aside if you want me to come in.”

“Uhhm. How’d you find me?” she stammered.

“I’m resourceful. I told you that,” I responded jokingly.

“So, you come by to give me that ride?” she asked as she flopped down on the couch.

The apartment was much smaller than small. Although I hadn’t been in the bedrooms, I could see in the doorway of each room. The apartment was approximately six hundred square feet from what I could tell, roughly twenty feet wide and thirty feet deep. Two people living in it was one person too many. A small desk at one side, a bathroom on the opposite wall, a couch, and two chairs were the extent of the furnishings. I sat in the chair beside the couch and turned to face Avery.

“Not exactly,” I sighed as the bathroom door opened.

“Hey,” Sloan breathed as she walked by.

“How’s it going, Sloan?” I responded over my shoulder, somewhat shocked she was at the apartment.

She was dressed in sweats that were too small and a tee shirt that did a half-assed job of covering her torso. Her stomach was exposed, and it was apparent she couldn’t pull the shirt down any further. I’d seen a lot of women in my days around the fellas who had big tits, but sitting this close to Sloan and actually
seeing
her, I would have to admit her tits were the biggest I had ever seen. Half embarrassed by her appearance, I quickly turned toward Avery.

“So, what the fuck?” Avery shrugged.

I sat silently and looked around the room. I hadn’t planned on Sloan being at Avery’s house and she certainly wasn’t part of the equation. I’ve never been a paranoid man, and I wouldn’t consider myself a nervous person, but I was always safe; erring on the side of caution. I reached down, pulled the rubber band to the point of breaking it, and released it.

Snap!

I stared blankly at my wrist as I snapped it three more times equally as hard. Now feeling as if I could sense my heart beating in my inflamed wrist, I looked up at Avery.

“You got any glasses? Like sunglasses?” I asked.

God damn it Axton.

She looked confused, “Yeah, why?”

“Grab ‘em. We’re going for a ride,” I said as I stood.

It’s just a ride Axton, nothing more.

You’re using her for a mouthpiece on a gun deal, that’s it. 

“Seriously?” she squealed as she bounced up from the couch.

I looked around the apartment. Sloan stood in the doorway of the bedroom, looking in the mirror. She was all of ten feet away.

I tilted my head toward the door, “Yeah, grab ‘em. Let’s get out of here.”

“Sloan, I’m going with Axton
on his bike
,” Avery hollered across the tiny apartment.

“Okay,” Sloan responded slowly, stretching the word along for a good five seconds.

Sloan peered around the frame of the door and gave a half-assed grin. As Avery grabbed her purse, she pulled out her glasses and put them on. She was wearing jean shorts that barely cupped the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight tee shirt. I glanced down at her feet.

Sneakers.

I smiled and reached for the door handle, “Ready?”

“Uh huh,” she smiled.

“Alright, listen up. There’s a few rules you’ll have to follow,” I said as I opened the door.

As she stepped into the doorway, she stopped, pulled off the sunglasses, and stared into my eyes. Now sharing the space in the opening of the door, she stood mere inches from me. For the first time, I realized just how tall she was. Our noses not more than an inch apart, we stood in the doorway, our eyes locked. As a light breeze blew, I caught the faint smell of her perfume; a very light floral scent.

God damn she smells good.

“You tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. It’s that simple,” she said without expression.

I pursed my lips and narrowed my gaze, “That’s a bold statement, you better be careful, little girl.”

She stood with her sunglasses dangling from her fingertips, still shoehorned into the small opening of the doorway. I stood with my back against the frame of the door, refusing to be the one who moved out of the way first. She blinked her eyes and tilted her head slightly.

She smiled a shitty little flirtatious smile, “Think about that. Whatever you say, I’ll do it. Use your imagination, Axton. I sure am.”

I stood and continued to stare at her. Thoughts of shoving her against the wall, pulling her shorts down around her ankles, and fucking her long-legged little ass while she still wore her sneakers began to fill my mind. I sensed my cock beginning to swell at the thought of her doing
whatever
I told her. The fellas from the poker run in Wichita were spot on. She was a little firecracker, and she seemed to know exactly what to do to push my buttons. I had no business with this cute little bitch on the back of my bike, but I had no other alternative. For the sake of the club, this gun deal had to happen. As I felt the fabric of my jeans beginning to stretch from my overly active imagination, I shook my head and stepped out of the doorway.

As I turned and walked to the stairs, she immediately followed behind me. I pressed my hand against my jeans, attempting to force my cock to relax and become a little less noticeable before we got to the motorcycle. As we reached the bottom landing, I turned toward the bike and pushed against my still rigid dick with the heel of my palm and kept my back to Avery.

Generally speaking, I was able to keep my mind focused and prevent my cock from swelling without my approval. Actually, in the last fifteen years, I have had quite the opposite problem; focusing enough to get hard was proving to be difficult. Standing with my back to Avery and pressing down on my slowly rising cock was further proof I had very little control over my mind and what subconscious inner thoughts I had of fucking her. I had no business being in a relationship with a woman, and doing so was still the furthest thing from my mind, but bending her over and fucking her senseless was becoming more and more of a full-fledged desire than in
inner
thought. I felt like I was a pubescent teen again.

“Is there a problem?” she asked.

Fuck it, just hop on the bike Slice. She won’t notice.

I turned, threw my leg over the bike, and looked down at my rigid but not quite as noticeable cock. I propped my feet up on the pegs and bend my knees a little to provide some relief.

I turned slightly and pointed to the rear passenger pegs, “Nope. Get on, and put your feet on
those
pegs.”

“Keep your bare legs away from the exhaust. It’ll burn you to the bone,” I said as I motioned toward the two exhaust pipes.

“Just relax, and don’t flop around. Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on until you’re comfortable. And leave the glasses on, it’s a requirement and it’ll keep bugs out of your eyes. And when you get on, don’t drag your shoe over the fender. It ain’t scratched now, and I don’t want the motherfucker any different when we’re done,” I said over my shoulder.

“Easy schmeezy,” she grinned as she stretched her long leg over the bike.

  As she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her inner thighs against the sides of my ass, the heart beat in my pants provided me a little reminder of the fact my outward intentions and my inner mind were worlds apart. 

Worlds apart.