Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (2 page)

The ninety minute drive to the town of Fulton took her into a more rural area. There weren’t many cars on the road this time of day, but she did see some guys on motorcycles pass by. Pulling over to stop and study the directions again, Jaz realized she missed the left hand turn a little ways back.
Damn,
she thought. She really needed a Dr. Pepper right about now.

Driving on ahead and looking for the first place where she could turn around, she heard the rumble of motorcycles. Jaz looked in her rear view mirror and counted four guys on bikes coming up fast behind her. She started to panic a little when they spread out and surrounded her car; one in front and back and one on each side. Looking out her side window, she saw one of the guys looking right at her. He smiled, gave a chin nod then accelerated his bike and rode on, the rest following his lead. Calming down somewhat, she read the words: Satan’s Prophets MC on the back of their vests.

Oh, my God
. Satan’s Prophets were one of the worst biker clubs around from what she’d heard. Real hard core, one percenters. She remembered back to her dad’s tattoo shop days and how she was never allowed near them. Being out here all alone in the middle of nowhere made her really nervous now.

Finally, seeing a small gas station, Jaz pulled in. She also saw four bikes parked off to the side of the pumps, but her need for a Dr. Pepper was getting desperate. She was thinking a healthy shot of liquor in it would be even better. Walking into the gas station, she saw a blue and white soda machine. She walked over to it while digging through her purse for some change.

“Hey, baby,” she heard one of the bikers call out. “Come on over here. We have something for you to drink.”

Looking over, she saw he held a shiny, silver flask in his hand. Seeing how the others were blatantly staring at her, she wished her denim jeans weren’t so tight and her tank top was a little looser. Jaz knew she had a killer body. Hell, she’d had enough boys trying to get into her pants since she’d turned sixteen. With her ample boobs and her long legs, she knew they liked what they saw.

“I’m not your baby and never will be. All I need is a Dr. Pepper and I’m out of here,” she answered.

“Sure you won’t change your mind, sugar?” Another biker spoke up.

Jaz turned and saw his face. It was the same biker dude that smiled at her on the road. Yep! There he was standing there…all relaxed…all six feet of him—like he knew he just oozed ‘hotness’ all over him. And did he ever, she thought. She couldn’t help but stare. His long brown, shoulder length hair was held back with a bandana around his head and his sunglasses shoved on top. He had a beard that hung down below his chin that was made into a single braid near the end of it. Part of a tattoo on his muscled upper arm was showing from under his t-shirt.

Getting a grip on herself, Jaz turned her head to the side, blushing. Turning back, she caught him lowering his eyes, as he did a slow sweep over her body—face to her feet and then back up, lingering on her boobs. Then he smiled, like he knew something that she didn’t. That’s when she noticed the little red diamond patch on his vest that had the one percent symbol on it. He also had the letters ‘JD’ on a different patch above it.

JD liked what he saw. Crazy fucking body with big tits and that tight, little ass in those fucking jeans. Hell, yeah! All that dark blonde hair and those deep, green eyes, wasn’t hard to look at, either. Definitely fuckable if his tight jeans were any indication. Too bad he didn’t have time to stick around. He needed to get back to the clubhouse and report in.

Jaz snapped her fingers and caught his attention. Totally pissed now that she knew she’d been caught checking him out, she said, “I’m not your ‘sugar’ and sure as shit ain’t no one’s ‘baby’, either.” Grabbing her soda, Jaz turned and walked out, hearing their lascivious cat-calls behind her.

Jaz decided to gas up her car as long as she was there. She was fumbling around, trying to figure out how to work the nozzle, when some guy got out of his car on the other side of the pumps. He spoke to her as he walked around to her side.

“Hey, little lady. Sure looks like you could use some help.”

Jaz didn’t want to be rude, but she didn’t need this bullshit, not now. She was lost, aggravated from those asshole bikers and now this jerk was bugging her.

His black hair was slicked back with a greasy shine on it and he had a poor excuse, for a scraggly beard. When he smiled, she saw he had a broken front tooth not to mention his clothes weren’t the cleanest, either.

Getting the willies, she tried to brush him off. “No. I’m managing just fine, but thanks anyway.” Jaz felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight when he didn’t leave, but started walking toward her, slowly. Grabbing his crotch with one hand, he smirked as he said, “Got somethin’ here for ya, missy.”

Holding her hand out in front of her, she warned him to stop. “Don’t come any closer.” Jaz tried to sound threatening, using a serious tone of voice when she spoke, but she knew her trembling hand showed him otherwise. So when he turned and hurried back to his car and drove off, she was totally surprised and felt faint with relief.

Having to lean on her car for support, she looked to her side and saw one of the biker’s standing there. This time, when the one with JD on his patch held out the silver flask, she grabbed it like it was her lifeline and took a big gulp. Knowing she needed more to calm her down, she poured the rest into her can of Dr. Pepper, not even caring that she took all that was left.

JD grinned as he took the empty flask out of her hand, winked, then walked over to his bike where the others were waiting. He swung his leg over the seat, fired it up and then they roared out of there.

Clutching tightly to the drink in her hand, Jaz took another big swallow. She stood there for a few moments waiting to calm down before she tried to pump some gas into her car again. Finally figuring out how to do it, Jaz went back into the little station and paid. Once again, she was on the road.

After driving for another twenty minutes, she turned into the parking lot of a big wooden building. Jaz figured this had to be the place. It’s not like there were many other buildings around. The place looked deserted, except for the two pick-up trucks parked on one side. Checking her hair in the rear view mirror, she gathered up her courage and walked up to the entrance. There were no windows which struck her as odd. Glancing up, she saw an unlit neon sign above the door that looked like it said, ‘The Den’.

The door was unlocked so she walked in. Looking around, the first thing she noticed was a long, L shaped, bar and a big mirror on the wall behind it. The lower shelves were stocked with plenty of liquor bottles. A huge cooler, with sliding glass doors was beside the bar, filled with an assortment of different beer bottles. Two pool tables were off to one side. There was even a shuffle board game and a few dart boards hanging in various spots on the walls, but what really caught her eye was a large raised platform on the other side of the bar. There was a glittery, silver ball hanging down from the ceiling above it, with tables and chairs set around the platform.

Before she had too much time to take it all in, she heard a deep voice say, “You must be Jasmine.”

She turned around and saw two guys walking toward her. “Yes, but I prefer Jaz.”

The guy who spoke was the older looking of the two, maybe mid- fifties. He wasn’t all that tall and not too good looking, either. He had a pock-marked face and dark brown hair with a crazy-ass goatee that was dark brown and trimmed very neatly. Shaking her hand, he said, “Name’s Joe. I own this place. And this here’s Danny. My main man who helps me run it and tends bar for me, too.”

Danny stepped forward with a smile on his face. “Lori told me about you, Jaz. Seems you’re a little down on your luck?” Dark haired, blue eyed, Danny looked to be around thirty. He was taller than Joe with a great build and Jaz thought to herself, Lori is one lucky girl.

“I’m in a bit of a slump right now,” Jaz nodded, “and I really don’t like to discuss my personal life.”

“Well, little lady, is it a job you’re looking for?” Joe asked.

“Yes and I can start right away. I’m a hard worker and a fast learner. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed with me. All I need is a chance.”

Joe looked closely at Jasmine, sizing her up: big tits, great ass, long legs and an innocent looking face…Joe thought to himself, yes indeed—he’d hire her. And eventually get her up on that stage, scantily clad and shaking those great assets at all the horny bastards that come into this place. He figured she’d be a good money making draw for his club. And hopefully, she’d be on her knees sucking his cock as an added attraction for him. Shifting his body, he tried to adjust his jeans to give some ease to his painfully, swollen member.