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jester. “Yeah, I'm just fuckin' with you. It's ladies night, entry's free.”
     
    She stepped past him and gave a curt nod. “Thanks.” Inside, the bar was loud, bright and smoky. Bikers with golden stripes on their back laughed heartily as they knocked back shots and guzzled down iced beers. She saw many with their girls, scantily clad but still acceptable for walking out in public, grinding on their men. Hope Micah isn't with a stripper. That would be awkward.
     
    She moved through the leather clad crowd, bumping and nudging and felt a few touches that were more than just a bump or nudge. A lingering graze on her ample bottom made her want to get out of the press as soon as possible.
     
    Where the crowd parted was around the billiard table and there she saw Micah, cigarette in mouth, looming like a mountain over his stick as he hit a red ball across the green. Old Joe sat in a chair across from her and his cheeks rolled and clenched with chew. “Micah.” he said, his voice full of saliva, “She's here.”
     
    “Well how about that. Most don't come back.” he said and aimed for another ball. “Most savor the memory and go back to their shit lives with their shit pay and their shit titles.” He hit the ball perfectly and she watched it roll in the hole. When she looked up, he was grinning ear to ear. “You're something different.”
     
    She smirked. “You convinced me. I quit my job. I'm not a bank teller anymore.”
     
    Micah and his men laughed while he leaned on his stick. “That's a shame. You would've been a shoo-in for robbing it.” More men laughed. “Kidding! We're not common criminals, are we boys?” They all bellowed no. “So what do you want?”
     
    “You.” She walked up and kissed him on the lips, giving him tongue and wrapped her curvaceous body around him. The mounds of her breasts pushed up into high swells against his chest and sent the beginning pangs of excitement to her needy loins. When she pulled away she licked her lips and rested her hands against his chest. “Just take me with you, wherever you go. No matter what, I'll be there.”
     
    “His cock made outta gold or something?” said one man in the back, followed by a few muted laughs.
     
    Micah looked at her in silence and considered her like he did at the gas station. It made her feel tense and vulnerable. She wanted his approval and his heart. Her eyes drifted over to the knife-happy Pedro as he walked up behind Micah and rested his hand on his shoulder.
     
    “I'd say do it, boss. Sounds like one of those ride or die bitches and how often do those come along?” Sadness welled up in her chest though she hid it well. If only they knew.
     
    Micah's smile brightened up the room and then he threw up his hands. “I don't see why not! Fuck it!” He grabbed handfuls of her plump ass and brought her against his groin, kissing her so hard her long simmering lusts went from embers to bright flames. Her whimpers and moans of pleasure were drowned out by the collective cheers.
     
    He broke away from her lips and dragged her heaving and panting in desire through the smoke and into his office. The music and harsh laughter was dimmed behind the walls and when he slammed the door, she saw a feral hunger in his eyes that both frightened and excited her.
     
    “Take your fucking pants off.” She did so and reclined back into his seat. “Whoa, no. You're riding me this time. Can't trust a girl who can't.” he said with a grin.
     
    Can't trust a girl who can either. She smiled gently and buried her anxiety. Micah's spirit was fearless, he lived hard and loved easily. His joy was boundless and it made her tremble all the more. He is so unsuspecting. Micah had sank back into his chair while she lowered herself on top of him.
     
    She steadied her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself onto his hard and veined weapon. Gasps shot from her lips when she felt his bulbous head pierce her folds. “Oh god...” she moaned and then