Duke (Aces MC Series Book 2) (2 page)

I walked through the door noticing the elegant decor and
minimalist feel to the furnishings, which were similar to my tastes. As I walked
further in the building, I was greeted by an attractive young girl of around
sixteen years old. Her smile was infectious and I was surprised that she didn’t
feel threatened by what I represented. If she was a local girl, she would’ve
heard of the Aces but it didn’t seem to bother her.
I read her name badge. “Hello Chanel. Is the manager around?” She looked me up
and down, chewing on her pen.
Was she flirting with me?
At thirty five I
was old enough to be her fucking dad.
“Would you please take a seat and I’ll see if she’s available.” Chanel continued
to smile as she walked in the direction of the back room to get the manager. I
sat down on the comfortable white sofa and waited for her to return.

Chanel came back a couple of minutes later looking a little uneasy
and wasn’t portraying her earlier confidence.
“She’s currently busy, are you able to come back or leave your mobile number so
that she can contact you later?”
I stood and stalked over to the reception desk that Chanel was standing behind giving
her what looked to be a welcomed barrier between us.
“Where is she?” I asked not taking my eyes off of hers. Chanel swallowed hard
and I noticed a slight flush to her skin. She quickly pointed in the direction
that she’d just come from, through the curtain at the back of the room. I
nodded at the now clearly nervous Chanel, “Thank you.”

I stalked slowly towards the kitchen as I took a deep breath
to contain my anger at Chanel trying to brush me off so easily. I eagerly
pulled back the curtain to a huge cloud of smoke.
“Oh for fucks sake, you stupid cow!” Taylor shouted as she stood on a chair in
a pair of black Louboutins. Her long legs disappeared into a tight black pencil
skirt and her black blouse was fitted, outlining all of her womanly curves. She
had a tea towel in one hand trying to clear the smoke out of the opened window,
which obviously wasn’t working. She stopped what she was doing and leaned on
the kitchen worktop slightly bending over which gave me a perfect view of her
arse. I casually leant on the door frame and folded my arms, taking in the
sight before me.
After a while I cleared my throat. Taylor shot up and nearly toppled off the
chair in those indecent high heeled shoes. There was only one other woman I
knew, that could get away with wearing heels like that whilst completing menial
tasks and that was Savannah.
I caught Taylor just in time and as I held her in my arms, I noticed that her
breathing was laboured and her heart rate was increasing. Taylor slowly moved
her head so that she was facing me and parted her lips slightly. Her tongue
snaked out of her mouth and she licked her dry lips. I looked at her inviting
mouth as I felt my arousal and the uncomfortable pinch as my jeans tightened
around my cock. I quickly regained my composure settling her down on the floor
before she noticed.
Taylor composed herself wiping her hands down her tight pencil skirt making
sure everything was in place before looking at me with assessing eyes.
“Did you know that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” I looked
past her, gesturing at the burnt toast on the kitchen work top.
Taylor started laughing, “Well I guess that’s why I’m single.”
That statement sparked my interest and was something I may pursue further at a
later date.
She continued to look at me questioningly with her hands on her hips, “Is there
any particular reason why you’re back here Mr…”
I looked her up and down taking in the little vixen before me. “Duke,” I said
holding out my hand. She took it eagerly and gave it a firm shake, “apart from
saving your arse, I have a business proposition for you.”
She assessed me for a while, “Well Mr… Duke, you’d better take me out to lunch
so that we can discuss it further.”
With a smirk on my face from her boldness, I moved closer to the doorframe,
allowing her just enough room to squeeze past. Looking at me with a tight smile,
she turned to leave the room making sure her arse cheeks brushed against my
cock as she squeezed through the gap. I think I may have met my match!

“Chanel can you please rearrange my next two appointments so
that Chloe can take them. Mrs Brown will be here in ten minutes but she won’t
mind.”
I watched as Taylor barked out her orders and slinked around the salon
collecting her bag and black jacket. “And close your mouth dear, it’s not an
endearing quality.”
Chanel quickly closed her mouth as she looked between the two of us with a
shocked expression, which I found amusing.
“Taylor, could I please have a quick word?” Chanel asked with concern on her
face as she moved from behind the counter.
Taylor turned towards me with her hands on her shapely hips, “Duke, would you
just give me a minute please?”
I started to walk towards the door, “I’ll be outside.”

I sat on my motorcycle and looked around at the unassuming
surroundings. I liked Epping and started to wonder whether we could possibly
open another business here. The club was in the latter stages of going legit and
we’d started to research into potential businesses around the area. I turned my
head at the sound of the chimes on the door.
“Do you really think I’m cocking my leg over that?” she asked walking closer,
folding her arms across her ample chest. I raised my eyebrow as I looked her up
and down. “In this skirt, really?” she moved her hand up and down pointing to
the short tight black skirt she was wearing that didn’t leave much to the
imagination.
“We could walk to Amy’s cafe if you’d prefer. It’s a five minute walk down the
high street.” I said nodding in the direction of the cafe. I got off my
motorcycle and took the lead walking slowly so that she could keep up in those
heels. Those come fuck me heels that fit her like a glove.
“Are you listening to me?” I looked over at Taylor who was now staring in my
direction. “Chanel informed me that you are the President of some motorcycle
gang. I was just wondering what you wanted with a salon owner? Do you want your
hair cut?” she asked with a wide smile on her face.
Taylor had a great sense of humour and wasn’t afraid of saying what was on her
mind. This was a novelty for me as most people told me what they thought I
wanted to hear which I hated.
“Club, it’s a motorcycle club not a gang,” she looked at me intently assessing
my every expression, “and no I don’t want my hair cut, like I said in the salon
I have a proposition for you.” My composure was back. My clipped tone took her
by surprise and that’s how I wanted it. I couldn’t let a piece of pussy take me
off task, I had work to do.

We arrived at Amy’s cafe. It was a reasonably sized
establishment that had been owned by the Aces for the past five years. Amy was
my VP’s sister and did a fantastic job of running the cafe, building it into a
thriving business with regular customers. She’d also branched into outside
catering for parties.
The cafe was contemporary, with small circular plastic tables in an array of
bright colours. Modern art was displayed on the walls and her menu was
traditional but with a modern twist. It fit in well around these parts and was
a good little earner.
I opened the door for Taylor and she went inside brushing past me again. Bitch!
Did she know how she was affecting me?
I watched her as she took in the
decor and started to look around with a smile on her face approvingly.
“Hi Mitchell, take a seat and I’ll be with you in a minute.” Amy said from
across the counter. She looked at Taylor and I noticed a smile spread across
her face. Shit! I shouldn’t have brought Taylor here.
What was I thinking?
Taylor chose the table closest to the window and sat down comfortably, crossing
her legs. As she did her skirt rode higher and I could feel myself getting
aroused looking at her beautiful lean legs. She’d look great beneath me with
her legs wrapped around…
“Sorry about that Mitchell, what can I get you?” Amy asked as she took out her
pen and note pad from her pink tabard, quickly taking me from my dirty
thoughts.
“I’ll just have a cheese and ham toasty and a tea. Taylor, what would you like babe?”
Her eyes met mine questioning my address but she quickly composed herself.
“Could I please have the same?” She asked, holding out her hand, “I’m Taylor, I
own the new salon down the high street,” Amy shook her hand firmly. “I really
love what you’ve done to this place.”
Amy smiled as she looked around the room, “Thank you, I’m pleased with the outcome.”
Amy put her pen behind her ear, “So how do you two know each other?” Amy asked
looking at me with a smirk on her face as she crossed her arms.
Bitch! I knew what she was doing. This was payback for embarrassing her in
front of James the other day.
I was about to answer, “We don’t! But Duke said he had a proposition for me, so
how could a girl possibly refuse to listen.” Taylor wiggled her eyebrows as she
spoke.
Amy laughed at the challenging woman before me as I shook my head.
“I’ll just go and make your lunch.” Amy said sniggering as she walked off
laughing to herself.
Taylor looked directly at me, “So what’s this proposition?” Her eyes twinkled with
intrigue and excitement.
I clasped my hands together resting my elbows on the table. I really wanted her
to say yes but knew that there was a good possibility that she wouldn’t be
interested. Here goes, “Savannah visited your salon last week. You did a
fantastic job with her hair and I was wondering if you would consider styling
the other girls at the club?” I sat there eagerly waiting for her response as I
watched her pondering my question.
“Of course I can, they can book an appointment and come to the salon anytime.”
She stated almost frowning, moving her hands off the table as Amy put down our
food and drinks.
“Thanks Amy.” I said as I picked up my cup to take a sip. “No, I want you to
come to the club and do their hair and make up for them, on a Friday and
Saturday evening. Savannah looked hot, well hotter than usual and therefore
received more tips.” Shit!
Why did I just say that?
I saw a flicker of
irritation on her face but it quickly disappeared.
I watched as she picked up her sandwich and took a small bite before returning
it to the plate, contemplating her response.
“I’m gonna have to think about it. You’re asking a lot.” She started to pick at
her lunch and became a little standoffish. Her earlier bubbly demeanour had
gone and I quickly saw a different side to her. We sat there deep in our own
thoughts but the silence became deafening, I had to say something. “Will you at
least come and take a look at the club tomorrow evening before you make a
decision? No pressure, just take a look around and see if it’s for you.” I
looked at her hopeful that she would accept. Taylor took a small bite of her
sandwich, placing the rest onto the plate before wiping the corner of her mouth
with the paper napkin.
She nodded, “Okay. I’m not promising anything but I’ll come and take a look.
I’ll be there tomorrow at 6.00pm,” she quickly stood, “thanks for lunch,” and
walked seductively out of the door, not even looking my way as she walked past
the window outside.
I let out a loud sigh as Amy sat in the chair that Taylor had just vacated and
stared directly at me with her arms folded across her chest.
“What?” I asked angrily.
“Don’t take it out on me, just because you fucked up.” She uncrossed her arms
and leaned on the table. “Does she know that Savannah is just a friend?”
I let out another loud sigh, “I’m not interested in her Ames. I just want her
to help out at the club.” Amy raised her eyebrows. “You can’t kid a kidder!”
I smirked, “She’s fit but clearly playing hard to get.”
Amy stood and ruffled my hair before walking away, “You’ll figure it out Mitch,
you always do.”

Taylor

I looked in the mirror assessing the damage from the lack of
sleep last night. No amount of concealer was going to hide the bags under my
eyes this morning. I walked into my bedroom throwing myself onto the bed
resting my arm over my eyes to protect them from the sunlight shining through
the window.
Thoughts of yesterday’s events with Duke sprang to mind. It wasn’t like me to
allow a guy to crawl under my skin but Duke wasn’t just any kind of guy. He was
tall, well over 6ft and must work out on a regular basis in order to achieve
such a physique. He was all man, rough and rugged and oozed sex appeal but he
also held an element of mystique which intrigued me. He’d openly flirted with
me at the salon and had accepted my direct invitation for lunch which was
flattering but he left me totally confused. I would’ve considered his proposal
regardless of him having a girlfriend or not but I just didn’t appreciate the
way that he told me, after openly flirting with me. What an arsehole! I wondered
if Savannah knew what an obnoxious prick he actually was.
Although he was acting an arse, further thoughts of Duke made my whole body
flush and I could feel the tingling between my legs as I remembered how I felt
in his arms. God I needed to get laid! I quickly moved off the bed and walked
over to my walk in closet, selecting the most provocative outfit I could find that
wouldn’t make it look like I was one of the strippers. As I carefully packed
the outfit into my gym bag, I decided that I would go to the club to meet Duke
at 6.00pm liked he requested but then I was going clubbing to find the first
available man to scratch the itch that had been building inside me for so long.

“Morning Taylor.” Chanel said brightly as I walked through
the doors.
“Hi Chanel, you’re in early again.” I stated, looking at her with a smile.
Chanel had surprised me. She was a hard worker and nothing was too much
trouble, which I appreciated because it was still early days for the salon and
everyone needed to pitch in. Chanel simply smiled and went about her usual
routine of getting everything ready before we opened.

Saturday’s were notoriously busy and I had a full day of
clients. Aunty Pam was my last client of the day and I was looking forward to
seeing her as we hadn’t spent any quality time together recently. I hadn’t
taken a break all day but now had a spare ten minutes before Pam’s appointment
so I sat in the reception area drinking a quick cup of tea.
Chanel joined me on the white leather sofa, “You didn’t say much when you came
back yesterday, is everything okay?” She looked at me with concern on her face
and seemed older than her seventeen years.
I put my hand on her arm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “Everything’s fine
Chanel. Duke had a business proposition for me which I’m looking into this
evening.”
Chanel let out a loud breath like she’d been holding it in the whole time I was
talking. “Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” I nodded and leaned back in the chair.
“So why do you look so miserable?”
Her comment caught me by surprise at how observant she was. I turned to the
sound of the chimes.
“Hello ladies.” Pam said as she walked through the door. “Chanel, could I
please have a nice cup of tea dear, I’ve been shopping all afternoon.”
Chanel jumped from the sofa, quickly walking over to Pam to relieve her of her
shopping bags and coat.
“Not a problem Pam, please take a seat and I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Chanel said as she put Pam’s bags and coat into the closet.
I stood to greet her, “Hello Pam how are you?”
She walked over to sit at the wash basin, looking relieved as she took the
weight off her feet.
“I’m fine dear and you? I heard you had a hot date yesterday.”
How did she do it?
She always managed to find out everything.
“Oh stop looking so surprised. I called yesterday afternoon to find out what
time my appointment was and asked Chanel where you were. She didn’t want to
tell me but I forced her.”
Chanel placed Pam’s cup of tea gently on the unit next to the wash basin
looking sheepishly. I knew it wasn’t her fault. Aunty Pam could be very
persuasive when she wanted to be.
“What I do find surprising is that you turned down lunch with me in favour of
going on a date!”
“It wasn’t a date, it was a business meeting. He had a proposal for me that
could generate a good deal of business and therefore a good deal of money.”
Pam smirked, “Is he good looking?”
I could feel myself blush and tried to turn away, busying myself by collecting
equipment. Pam’s smirk turned into full blown laughter. She laughed so hard
that tears started to trickle down her wrinkled face.
“What’s so funny?” I said raising my voice slightly.
Pam dabbed her joyous tears from her cheeks with a white hanky, “You’re funny.
You are allowed to find a man attractive Taylor. All work and no play, makes
Taylor a grumpy cow!”
I ignored her comment and moved out of the way, giving Chanel room to wash her
hair. She started to snigger at Pam’s comment but immediately stopped when I
glared at her.

We chatted for the next hour as I cut and blow dried her
hair, staying clear of any awkward topics. She was going to a dinner and dance
this evening at the Royal British Legion, which had become her regular stomping
ground over recent months. We said our goodbyes and I quickly looked at my
watch conscious of the time. It was 5.00pm which gave me forty minutes to make
myself presentable.
I took my bag into the shower room at the back of the salon and took extra time
to buff my skin, shave all over and work shampoo and conditioner into my hair.
I couldn’t turn up at the club looking worse for wear if he was considering
employing me to make over his girls. Not that I’d made up my mind yet.
I applied my make-up and blow dried my hair giving it a little more volume than
I normally did. I put on the sexy black dress that I’d chosen and finished it
off with knee high leather boots. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I applied
my earrings and neckless before walking into the salon.
Chanel let out a low whistle. “Wow, you look stunning Taylor.”
I started to feel a little silly.
Why was I really making such an effort?
I was kidding myself when I said it was because I was going clubbing after with
the sole purpose of getting laid. If Savannah was Duke’s girlfriend, he
wouldn’t even be interested if I turned up naked! I looked at my watch
realising I had fifteen minutes to take the drive over to Waltham Abbey.
“Thanks Chanel, you may as well lock up now. I’ll see you Monday.” She smiled
sweetly as I took a deep breath and left the shop with an anxious feeling in my
stomach.

I parked my MX5 in the car park outside the strip club and
turned off the engine as I assessed the area. The building itself was very low
key with a purple flashing sign that read ‘Bird Cage’. The car park was dimly
lit, which made me feel a little uncomfortable but I’d managed to find a space
fairly close to the main door of the club. There were a line of Harleys parked
outside the building and approximately ten cars parked in various positions
around the car park.
I glanced towards the doors and saw two men wearing leathers, having a fag
outside the building and could faintly hear music coming from inside.
I could still feel the nervous tension and noticed that my heart rate had
increased slightly. I applied another coat of lip gloss and took a deep breath
as I left the safety of my car. The cold evening air hit me which made me feel
uncomfortable regarding my attire.
Why didn’t I just wear a jumper?
I
walked slowly towards the door so that I didn’t fall over on the uneven ground
and noticed that the two men had stopped talking abruptly. I glanced in their
direction to see that they were both looking me up and down, rudely assessing
me. I noticed that their patches read the same as Duke’s and was reassured that
I’d come to the correct place.
“Hi, I’m looking for Duke.” I said in my most confident voice.
The dark haired man with stubble looked directly at me, “You must be Taylor.
Come with me.”
He didn’t give me enough time to answer as he stalked towards the door and I
followed like a puppy closely behind him. We walked through the dark reception
area and through an archway that led to a huge bar. The room was dimly lit but
there were bright flashing lights covering the stage where a scantily clad
woman was provocatively rubbing up and down a pole. The wooden bar ran the whole
length of the club and I noticed two young women serving drinks. There were
other women walking around wearing skimpy underwear talking to the punters and several
bouncers were dotted around keeping an eye on the girls and the general comings
and goings of the club.
The walls were black but everything was accessorised in shades of purple which
made me think of my salon. On closer inspection there were flower arrangements
strategically placed around the club and the black leather sofas and purple
drapes almost made the place feminine which surprised me.
“Follow me.” The broad dark haired man said walking towards the bar. I
strategically sat on a barstool so that I could observe the activity in the
club, taking in my surroundings.
“What can I get you darlin?” An attractive brunette asked from behind the bar.
“A coke with ice and lemon please.” I rummaged in my bag and handed her £10.
“It’s on Duke, put your money away.” The man said coldly.
I quickly put the money back into my purse and turned to face him.
“Look, I don’t know why you’re being so rude? If I’ve offended you in any way I
apologise.”
He was a little taken aback by my outburst and started to snigger. “I’m sorry
Taylor. It’s just been a really shitty day. I’m Locke.” He held out his hand
and I took it shaking it firmly, trying to keep my composure.
I was relieved that my outburst had broken the ice somewhat and we chatted for
a while. I surprisingly found him easy to talk to and briefly discussed my life
in New York and the reasons why I’d moved to England. He seemed to appreciate
the fact that I was close to my family but he didn’t offer any information
about himself although he was a good listener.
As we sat there talking I noticed a flurry of women walking around the club and
disappearing out the back with various men. I assumed that they were giving
private dances but I started to wonder if they also gave extra’s. Not that it
would affect my decision about working here but I wanted to know what I was
letting myself in for. I also noticed that every fifteen minutes, one of the
ladies would walk around the club with a pot asking each punter for a £1. Once
they’d collected their money, they would perform on stage. These women could
earn serious money!
I was well aware that time was quickly ticking by and as much as I was now
enjoying talking to Locke, I had plans this evening. I glanced at my watch, “Do
you know what time Duke will be joining us? It’s now 6.35pm and I don’t
appreciate being kept waiting.”
I glanced at Locke as a smile spread across his face. I heard someone clear
their throat directly behind me and turned to see Duke with an unreadable
expression. He was wearing his standard leather cut, black t-shirt and jeans
and smelt delicious.
I unconsciously licked my lips and started to feel my body flush all over as I quickly
found myself grateful for the dimly lit room to shield my arousal.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting but I had important business to attend to. Join
me at my table.”
Duke held out his hand for me to take. I glanced at Locke who looked almost
shocked at Duke’s gesture. Returning my gaze to Duke he looked at me almost
goading me to say no but I hesitantly placed my hand in his. He grasped it lightly
as a smile lit his face and pulled me gently through the club until we were
sitting at a private booth in the corner. I went to sit opposite him but he
pulled me gently so that I was sitting next to him on the black leather sofa.
Duke entered the booth behind me so that I was wedged tightly between his body
and the wall.
“What do you think of the club?” He asked as a waitress placed drinks on the
table.
I looked around taking everything in, “I’m pleasantly surprised. I’ve only ever
been to one strip club before but it was a little seedy. What you’ve done to
this place is exquisite.” My comment surprised him and I could see him looking
at me contemplating something.
The music suddenly changed and the punters got louder, clapping and cheering as
a masked lady strutted her stuff on the stage. I followed Duke’s gaze as he
watched the star attraction mesmerise the leering men. She worked the crowd
well, getting the punters excited as she teased them. She eventually took off
her mask seductively and that’s when I realised it was Savannah. I felt like
such a fool. I was sitting here all dressed up hoping that Duke would pay me
some attention when he had a girlfriend and a fucking gorgeous girlfriend at
that.
What was wrong with me?
I took a sip of my drink to give me a
moment to compose myself.
“I forgot to say how beautiful you look tonight.” Duke turned to me and stroked
my cheek with his thumb. I was so taken by surprise that the drink went down
the wrong hole making me cough and splutter. His concern was evident as he patted
my back trying to get me to breathe. The coughing slowed and I finally gained
my composure returning my breathing back to normal. Duke passed me a napkin so
that I could wipe my mouth and looked at me intently as he placed his hand on
my knee as the cheers and clapping died down and the music changed to a more
upbeat number.
“Hi, what did you think of my routine?” A slightly out of breath Savannah said
as she sat opposite us in the booth. She was even beautiful after a three
minute high tempo routine around a pole!
“You looked great out there Savannah. Do you create your own choreography?” I
asked generally interested.
Duke started to move his hand up and down my thigh and I could feel the
thumping in my chest as my heartrate increased. I didn’t want to make a scene
in front of Savannah so I sat still praying that she wouldn’t see how much Duke
was affecting me.
“Yeah, I watch plenty of ‘You Tube’ clips and put together all of the good bits.
It’s fun coming up with new routines.  Anyway I just wanted to say hi, I’ll
leave you two to it, I’m gonna grab a quick drink before my next routine.” I
smiled as she left the booth heading for the bar.
I looked directly at Duke placing my hand over his which was now mid-thigh at
the top of my stockings.
He slowly leant closer and whispered into my ear, “She’s not my girlfriend. You
got that all wrong yesterday.”
He kissed my cheek lightly as he slowly moved his hand further up my thigh. I
became flushed all over as he continued his pursuit until he cupped my pussy.
My breathing was laboured as I became aroused. Duke placed feather like kisses down
my cheek but as he moved towards my neck these became rougher with more urgency
and I knew he was getting excited.
He gently moved my panties to one side and started to feel my slit with his
finger, clearly feeling my arousal. I slowly opened my legs wider allowing him
better access and felt his smile against my skin as he continued to kiss my
neck. Duke slid a finger into my moist hole slowly and I let out a sigh at the
contact, releasing some of the pent up sexual frustration from the past six
months. He rhythmically moved his finger inside me as I pushed myself forward
on the sofa, to try and get some relief. Seeing my excitement he slid in
another finger and started to assault my clit with his thumb.
Duke eagerly took my mouth and I could feel myself building, higher and higher
as his expert fingers worked their magic. He placed his other hand in my hair
at the base of my neck as he kissed me harder which was my undoing and I came
apart on his fingers. I closed my legs around him trying to get some extra
relief as I gripped the edge of the leather sofa with both hands. Duke stilled
his fingers as I came down from my natural high but I suddenly started to feel
exposed and aware of my surroundings.
Duke slowly removed his fingers from my now sensitive hole. I turned my head
towards Duke as I witnessed him putting his fingers into his mouth sucking my
juices. He must have seen the shock on my face because he smiled and leaned in
close, “You taste exquisite babe.” With those words he leaned even closer and kissed
me so that I could taste myself. I pulled away shaking my head, this wasn’t me,
I didn’t do things like this.
What was I doing?
He must have seen my
distress because he pulled me into his embrace and gently directed my head to
kiss me again, encouraging me to taste myself for the second time. Fucking hell
this was hot!