Fearless Curves (3 page)

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We had to park Jack’s bike down the street because there were so many biker’s parked in front of the bar. Hogs and Heifers was jumping with loud rock music pouring out of the front doors and leather clad men and women milling about outside as well as inside. It was spring but already like summer in Las Vegas. Inside, there was barely room to maneuver through the crowds of bikers and sightseers. I looked absolutely out of place in my blue skirt suit, though I’d left the suit’s jacket in one of Jack’s saddlebags so I didn’t look like a complete frump.

We made our way to the long bar, where several women danced on top wearing very little in the way of clothes. I wasn’t sure if they worked there or if they were customers. The band was playing classic rock, the singer a girl built like me and her band an eclectic mish mash of looks and styles. The banner behind them read “Silicone Wookie.” They were pretty good and the crowd seemed to appreciate their music.

“Here,” Jack said drawing my attention from the band and its curvy lead singer. He held a shot glass.

“What is it?” I asked. Jack raised an eyebrow and just stared at me. “It’s Jack Daniels, isn’t it?” I asked though I was sure I was right. Jack smiled and threw back his shot. I smelled mine and it burned my nose but I put it to my lips anyway and tossed mine back as well. “Fuck!” I said as the whiskey burned my throat and warmed by insides. Jack handed me another and clinked his second shot against mine. He readied his and I followed suit and we tipped back the shots together.

“Oh my God!” I said and Jack grinned at me. I could already feel the alcohol working its evil magic but it felt good. I usually didn’t act like this. I was always worried what people might think or that I’d get in trouble. It wasn’t like I didn’t have fun but I always held myself in check, made sure things never got out of hand. I was having a hard time stopping myself at the moment, however.

“Let’s dance, doll,” Jack said and grabbed my hand. I barely had time to set my shot glass on the bar before Jack was leading me through the crowd. There wasn’t a dance floor so much as an area in the middle of the cozy bar where couples danced amongst the other patrons. Jack stopped and turned to face me, his arms sliding around my hips as he began to sway against mine. I followed his lead as my head buzzed pleasantly.

“You’re a troublemaker, you know that?” I told Jack. He flashed that roguish grin at me and squeezed my round ass. I looked around wondering if anyone might be looking and the full-figured lead singer of the band was watching as she sang and winked at me. I smiled and blushed.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” Jack told me. I turned my attention back to him and frowned.

“What?” I asked. Jack pulled me closer and kissed me suddenly. The whiskey on his breath mixed with the whiskey on mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I went stiff as his hand found the front of my blouse and he undid another button exposing even more of my ample cleavage. Then he broke the kiss and I could feel his erection pressed against me through his jeans.

“You heard me. In a couple of hours, you’ll be down to your stockings, garter belt and heels, bent over and coming like a cheap whore,” he said. I gasped but his words sent a tingle through my body. I bit my lip and wondered why I wasn’t offended or angered. Maybe it was his gray eyes bearing down on me, the whiskey working its way through me or maybe just some long denied desire. Whatever it was, I imagined the scene he described and it warmed me to my core.

“Why not right now?” I asked brazenly. Damn it, I wanted Jack but I wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t my type, though I wasn’t really sure what my type was. I was raised to be a good girl, to follow the rules and avoid men like Jack. He was trouble but right then, I wanted trouble for some reason and in direct opposition to everything I’d been taught throughout my life. I needed to see where this went even though I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea.

“Patience, doll. Let it age. Let the embers smolder a while,” he said. Oh, he was good. Now that I’d made the decision, for good or ill, to give myself to him he was going to make me wait. Damn him! We danced through a few songs, Jack staring into my eyes and feeling me up boldly. I was forced to slap his roaming hands away a few times for fear he’d start undressing me right then and there. When he had me all worked up and breathing heavy, we headed back to the bar. On the way, however, a drunken biker approached.

“Who’s the bloody, librarian?” he asked and cackled, amused at his lame joke. He was missing a couple of teeth and reeked of whiskey and worse.

“Piss off, pal,” Jack said to him. I was just going to ignore him. I’d been big my whole life and I was used to stupid people saying stupid things. My skin had grown thick but I’d been called worse than a librarian, especially considering I was essentially dressed like one at the moment.

“Fuck you and your fat old lady,” the biker said and spit at Jack but missed him and his spittle landed on my blouse.

“You just wore out your welcome, fucker,” Jack said casually and then punched the ragged biker square in the face. The stinky biker dropped like a rock to the floor and laid there bleeding from his nose trying to figure out how he got down there. Some of the crowd turned to see what the commotion was all about and I was sure we’d have to run out like we ran from the cop. However, the crowd gave the whole scene a collective shrug. One tall biker wearing a bandana and sporting a big beer belly even complained that there wasn’t going to be a real fight.

“Oh my God! You just knocked him out!” I exclaimed.

“He had it coming. He called you...,” Jack said but paused half a second and I was sure he was going to say fat but he didn’t. “...a librarian. You’re a fucking lawyer not a librarian,” he teased and winked at me. I smiled back, grateful for the gallantry and not focusing on my weight. A couple of bouncers came and dragged the fallen biker towards the door as if this was all totally normal.

“I thought you were going to say...,” I began to reply but Jack interrupted.

“Fat? Well you are,” he said. I was big but I wasn’t...well, I mean I guess...what? So much for my gratitude.

“What?” I challenged him. I was fat, I suppose, but he didn’t have to say so.

“Sorry, doll. You’re a big girl and one of the sexiest I’ve ever seen. I’m going to fuck your fat ass and you’re going to love every minute of it...and so am I. I’m not ashamed that I find girls like you sexy as hell. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it either,” he said. I swallowed hard and then looked away and grinned like a fool. I found the courage to meet Jack’s gaze again, biting my lip and feeling that warm tingle between my legs again. I’d never let my weight bother me. Not really, I mean. Sure I wished I was thinner and all that but suddenly being big felt really, really good.

“You sure we can’t go now?” I asked, maybe pleaded. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t usually so...forward...or was it desperate. But there I was all but begging this biker to take me to bed.

“Nope,” Jack told me and walked past me towards the bar. I sighed and followed like an eager puppy. Girl, get a grip! I was acting totally out of character and the more I did, the more I wanted to. Jack ordered us a couple of shots and two beers. Another biker and the woman he was with vacated a couple of bar stools to go dance and we took them over. Several patrons had joined one of the female bartenders on the bar and danced to AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” that the band was playing. I prepared to down my shot of Jack Daniels and noticed Jack looking up one of the lady’s skirts. She was looking down at him, encouraging him to do it and she wasn’t wearing panties anymore.

“What, you want a peek?” he asked when he noticed I’d caught him. The woman danced my way and lifted her skirt and stroked herself for my benefit.

“No! I mean...um...,” I stammered and Jack laughed as did the woman who then winked at me and danced away. “You’re a...a...a rogue,” I said.

“It’s not just a road name,” he said and suddenly turned towards me. His hand slid under my skirt and he stroked me through my panties. I gasped and looked around but it seemed nobody saw or maybe they just didn’t care. “Nobody wears stockings and garter belts anymore. What’s that all about?” he asked as he found my swollen nub. I sighed and tried to concentrate on the question as the warm pleasure spread from between my thighs.

“I hate pantyhose and stockings are so classy. I like the way they look and feel,” I said.

“So, you consider yourself a fancy girl, huh?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I guess,” I replied as I felt a rush of desire. Jack’s hand stroking me under my skirt might have been part of that.

“I thought only whores wore stockings,” he suggested. I frowned.

“Well, maybe I’m a classy whore,” I replied and slammed my shot and then took a big gulp of beer right after that. Jack grinned but he slipped his hand out of my skirt. I found I was severely disappointed he had but even more so when we licked his finger clean. Whether it was only to tease me or my essence was actually on his finger, I didn’t know or care. I reached out and grabbed the thick ridge in his jeans.

“Please?” I pleaded, almost ready to openly beg for Jack to take me somewhere and screw me silly. What the hell was wrong with me? I had no idea but I wasn’t complaining.

“Please what?” he asked playfully as he stroked my stocking-covered leg. I looked around and decided just to give in.

“Please take me out of here and fuck me, Jack!” I told him. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, whether he would indulge me or deny me again. Then his eyes looked up towards the empty bar. “No! Really?” I complained. He just grinned and we both knew I was going to do it. I was going to get up on that bar and dance. I slapped his hand off my leg and squeezed his thick erection firmly before I slid off my stool and began to climb onto the bar.

I managed to get on top and stand up, swaying my hips. “Shake it, doll!” Jack shouted. A few bikers whistled and one even touched my leg. I kicked his hand away playfully and danced with a bit more confidence that had grown from somewhere deep inside of me. Jack stood and twirled his finger in the air indicating he wanted me to turn the other way. I did and his hands ran up the back of my stockings and over my tight skirt. Suddenly, Jack yanked the zipper down and then pulled my skirt down my legs.

I turned around and gasped. I was in a thong and my ass cheeks were bare for all to see. I should have been angry but the look in his eyes changed my attitude. He looked at me with such lust and desire that I bent my knees and shoved my panties against his face and held his head there. The crowd whooped and hollered at that. Why was I so eager to be so bad for him? Jack pulled away and lifted me off the bar as if I was nothing and set me on the floor in front of him. I was shaking and I felt hot, anxious, embarrassed and excited all at once.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said and kissed me. I eagerly sucked his tongue, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I stepped out of my skirt that had fallen to my ankles and tossed it up on the bar.

“About fucking time,” I told him, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door. I barely considered the fact I wasn’t wearing a skirt anymore. The whiskey and my sexual arousal were clouding my judgment but at the moment, I didn’t care. We walked to Jack’s bike and once there it hit me. “I’m half naked,” I exclaimed.

“You’re going to be more naked pretty soon,” Jack told me. I turned, kissed him and squeezed his cock.

“Take me home and fuck me...Rogue,” I told him as I broke the kiss and pointed to the condo tower that stood on the opposite side of the freeway past the casinos of Downtown Las Vegas. Jack straddled the bike, fired it up and then I climbed aboard. The sun was down but it wasn’t dark yet as we rode off tearing through the back streets towards the freeway. We crossed underneath and Jack angled towards my building. It was one of the condo towers sprouting up around Vegas. The condo was expensive but Vic paid me well. As it turned out, people threatened with prison time paid top dollar for a good criminal defense attorney.

I pointed out the parking garage and then showed Jack my parking spot once we inside since my car was still back at the office. Jack parked the bike and shut it down. We climbed off the bike and after Jack retrieved my handbag, we made out right there in the parking garage, Jack’s hands slipping down over my ass and squeezing. His fingers worked their way between my ample cheeks and I broke the kiss.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“This!” he said and yanked my thong from my hips and down my nylon covered legs. I stepped from them and Jack left them hanging from his handlebars. Jack then picked me up and set me on the hood of the Mercedes next to us. “Jack!” I exclaimed but then squealed and giggled as he spread my thighs and went down on me. His tongue swept up through my soft folds and then tormented my hot little button as his rough beard rubbed me. I looked around, sure we’d be caught but no one was there. I just hoped there weren’t cameras in the garage.

“You’re a...oh shit...a bad influence,” I said as I felt an insistent pleasure build within me. Suddenly, I crashed over the edge and I screamed despite myself. I basked in the delicious sensations until they passed and then modestly demanded he stop this. I pushed Jack from between my legs, reluctantly I assure you, and told him, “We’re going to get arrested.”

“You’re a lawy...,” Jack started to say.

“Shut up and take me upstairs,” I interrupted. Jack wiped my essence from his mouth wearing an evil smile and then helped me off the car. Two round patches of moisture where my ass had been began to fade from the black hood, the only evidence of the daring act. We walked towards the elevators, I pushed the button and we waited. Save my stockings and garter belt, I was naked from the waist down. The tails of my blouse covered me but just barely. The elevator arrived and the door opened.

“Hello, Brandy,” the Smith’s, a middle aged and seemingly conservative couple from down the hall, greeted me.

“Oh, hi,” I greeted them nervously and I hid behind Jack as they exited. They walked past and we scurried into the elevator as I giggled. I pushed the button to close the door before they turned to see my nakedness. I was sure they couldn’t see anything naughty but it was clear I wasn’t fully dressed. Mrs. Smith turned and looked back, a funny look on her face but the doors closed before she could see anything...I think...I hope.