Razer's Ride (2 page)

Lily had been tiny for her age and her natural mother had skirted the law by never putting her in school. After adopting her, Beth’s parents had told everyone she was actually two years younger so she would not be so delayed in her own age group. Beth loved her sister and when her parents had been killed when on a charity mission, Beth had moved home to care for her until she finished high school. Lily was now a senior in high school with graduation a few months away. She had more than caught up developmentally and physically, but they decided to keep her age unknown. It had been their parent’s decision; the school knew her true age. It was the commu
nity that was kept in the dark believing her to be seventeen.

It had not been hard caring for Lily, while Beth felt smothered by her parent’s restrictions, Lily had embraced them. The rules had provided safety and structure to the traumatized girl. Beth’s mind shied away from the memories of her first meeting with the little girl and was truly thankful her parents had rescued the sister of her heart, if not blood.

Beth pulled into her driveway, seeing the porch light on. Lily would be waiting for her to get home from work.  The smell of food assailed her when she entered the cozy house.

“Hi sis, you’re late.” Lily greeted and accused her at the same time.

“I know. I would have called, but I know how you are about me talking on the phone while driving.”  Beth removed her shoes and the band holding her hair tightly back from her face.  Beth eased her sister’s fears, understanding how traumatized she had been from their parent’s unexpected deaths.

“All right.” Lily instantly forgave her sister. “Let’s eat, I am starving.”

Beth laughed at her sister’s slim figure. “You always are, I don’t know why you can’t gain weight the way you constantly eat.  Must be good genes.” Instantly, Beth regretted her words at the pain in her sister’s eyes.

Quickly taking her arm and leading Lily back into the kitchen, she changed the subject. “What’s for dinner?”

Laughing, Lily answered her question. “Your favorite, spaghetti.” The girls set the table and within minutes were sitting and enjoying the dinner Lily had prepared.

“So what have you planned for this weekend?”

“Nothing much.” Lily shrugged taking a slice of garlic bread. “Studying.” Beth frowned at her short answer.

“Isn’t prom a few weeks away?”

“Yes. But I am not going.”

“Why, doesn’t Charles want to go?” Beth tried not to wince when she said his name. The young boy was nice, but he showed many of the same characteristics of their father. His self-righteousness often grated on Beth’s nerves.

“No and neither do I.” Lily raised her hand when Beth would have protested. “You didn’t go to your prom because daddy wouldn’t allow it and I just can’t go when I know it wouldn’t have been what he wanted and Charles agrees.”

Beth chose her words with care.  “Lily, times have changed.  The church is much more lenient than when dad was pastor. I am not saying go out and get wild, just go out and have a good time. There can be a happy medium.”

Lily just shook her head. “No, Beth please, I don’t want to go.” Beth started to argue with her sister, whether it was the prom she did not want to attend or the after parties, which could get a little wild.  The phone interrupted her with the notes of “Into the fire." Lily made a look of reproach at the music, but Beth ignored it. She loved music and enjoyed it contrary to her father’s teachings of it leading to sin and temptation. Beth wasn’t about to let Lily guilt her into changing it into her own boring ring tone.

“Hello?” 

“Beth. This is Loker James.  I am sorry to disturb your evening, but I have a situation on my hands I was hoping you could help me with.”

“No problem, Mr. James, what can I help you with?"

Lily made a face at her as she helped herself to another serving of her spaghetti.

“I just received a call from Mick at “Rosie’s,” dad is down there drunk and trying to get in fights with other customers. I was hoping you could send Blake down there to take him home for me. I am in Washington in a meeting or I would do it myself.”

“I can’t send Blake, but I can take care of it for you.” Mr. James’ father Ton was a small man with a big name with an attitude to match. He was a sweet person when sober, but when he was drunk, he managed to convince himself he was a badass. This often led to fights that he lost, and sometimes ending up in the emergency room being patched up under his son’s furious recriminations.

Loker James had hired Beth because his business had him out of town frequently and he wanted to maintain a watchful eye on his father.

“I don’t know if that is the best option.  Dad can be hard to handle when he’s drunk.” The aggravation in his tone came clearly through the phone. Beth grinned, she was well aware of just how cranky the man could be, having put him to bed many times over the last few months since she had been hired. It was the first time she would have to enter “Rosie’s” to retrieve him after a binge.

“I can handle Ton. Don’t worry. Mick will help me get him in the car.” She was well acquainted with Mick; the bar’s owner had attended her father’s church and even continued when the new pastor had taken over at her father’s death. Her father had wondered frequently to her mother if it was to repent for the sins he allowed being committed within his establishment, or those he had committed himself. Whenever the subject had been brought up to Mick, he had just changed the subject to her father’s sermon which redirected the enthusiastic pastor from his determination from saving the man considered to be one of the biggest sinner’s in the congregation. His large donations had soon stopped further attempts at saving his soul.

“If you’re sure?” Doubt was now laced in his voice before Beth heard him sigh. “Call me when you have him back at home. If you run into any trouble let me know immediately.”

Chapter 2

It didn’t take Beth long to reach the bar on the outskirts of the town after leaving Lily doing the dishes, which she didn’t feel at all guiltily about. That was the one chore Beth despised, spending her childhood doing them after the many dinners her parents had felt compelled to have for members of their congregation.

Beth swallowed hard when she pulled in and saw the parking lot of “Rosie’s” packed.  Friday was a busy night for the bar; the vast majority of spaces were filled with mo
torcycles. A sinking feeling hit her stomach.  Before she could change her mind and call Loker James back and tell him she couldn’t rescue his father, Beth walked quickly to the entrance. As she neared the doorway, a movement to the side of the business drew her attention.

A male was leaning against the side of the building, the darkened wall provided support as a woman with a frilly black skirt was on her knees before him. His cock was buried in her mouth; her bobbing head showed exactly what sexual act she was performing on the male. When Beth was able to lift her shocked eyes from the thrusting hips and large cock being shoved in the woman’s eager mouth, she recognized the man from earlier today who had seen her scurrying to her car. Even now, Beth had to stop herself from running back to the safety of the waiting vehicle when he lifted his gaze and saw Beth staring at them in shocked surprise.

He did not slow down, instead the hand in the woman’s hair tightened as he pulled her closer to his cock. He momentarily broke eye contact with Beth to watch his cock disappear in her obviously experienced mouth. The girls black tube top was down around her waist and his fingers were tugging on the woman’s breast in his hand.  Beth saw his fingers twist her nipple and the woman began to squirm as her head bobbed faster until Beth could tell from his lustful groan and the woman’s gasps that he was coming in her mouth.

A slamming doo
r drew her back to reality; she jerkily walked forward, practically running into the bar. Beth despised herself for watching the couple, but she had been frozen in place, unable to move with his eyes pinning her in place.

It took several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the bar. Looking around, she saw Ton sitting at the bar and it seemed she had arrived just in time. He was currently being held by the throat of another biker she had seen with Samantha earlier that day. Beth saw her currently sitting on the lap of a heavily tattooed biker. 

Guessing fidelity did not exist among the group; Beth motioned to Mick who had not taken his eyes off her since she had entered the bar. Carefully walking up behind Ton, who couldn’t see her approach due to the biker now holding him dangling in the air, Beth reached out a hand and tugged at the arm determined to strangle the life out of her client.

“Excuse me, could you please let him go.” The unbelievably scary face that turned to her forced an unintended squeak past her trembling lips. Beth knew herself as a self-confessed coward and wisely would have never in a million years attempted to confront the huge being in front of her, unless forced to do so for her client’s well being, and of course the huge amount she was planning on charging Loker James. Swallowing the huge lump of fear lodged in her throat, she reached out and tugged his hand away from a purple Ton.

Released, Ton grabbed the bar hanging on as he dragged air into oxygen deprived lungs.  His gasps for air drawing everyone’s attention as they waited to see if the old man would have a heart attack or recover.

“What the fuck?” The huge biker moved forward to grab Ton again, Beth moved placing herself in front of Ton, blocking his access. 

“I apologize for anything and everything he has done. I am here to pick him up. If you would give me a minute, I will get him out of your hair.” Belatedly, Beth noticed the scary biker dude had no hair. “I mean,” hastily Beth spoke once again, “I know he can be a little irritating when he has been drinking and I won’t let him bother you further.”

The silence in the bar allowed Beth to hear her thundering heartbeat. “He called me a pussy. I am going to beat the shit out of him, then you can take him wherever the fuck you want to.” Again he reached out to grab Ton, shoving her out of his way.  As Beth grabbed a stool to regain her balance, she heard a harsh voice order the meathead.

“Back off Knox, let him go. You can settle the score later.” Beth turned to see the man from outside shoving the huge man's back. The woman, who had been giving him the blowjob following meekly behind him, gave Beth a wink before going behind the bar and began filling glasses with foaming beer.

Beth felt herself
turning red, unable to meet his eyes. Still angry that she was determined to make a fool of herself in front of this particular biker.

The man called Knox looked as if he was going to argue before grinning at her, raising his voice so that Ton could hear him. “Count yourself lucky old man that tonight this sweet looking bitch showed up. But I will be dealing with you later. I am tired of your mouth spouting off what you’re too old to back up.”

Ton with his oxygen restored, if not his sanity, responded unwisely.  “You see what I mean Beth, he’s a pussy.”

Beth screamed as Knox lunged for the unrepentant Ton, knocking Beth sideways as the bikers moved to hold Knox back. Beth found herself grabbed and held until she was able to regain her balance. Looking up she pulled away from the hard body supporting her. His eyes staring down at her forced feelings from her body that had been repressed for years. Uncomfortable with the memory of his sexual encounter with the waitress just a few minutes ago, a red faced Beth turned to see the heavily tattooed biker holding back a struggling Ton, and four others holding back a furious Knox.

“This is my bar and I don’t care much what goes down in here as long as your money is green.” Mick bellowed drawing everyone’s attention. “But I am going to have to tell you to leave Ton alone. I am friends with Loker and I am telling you he will make amends for his father.”

Beth was surprised at the reaction that drew from the bikers. Even the furious Knox hesitated. Taking advantage, Beth moved to take Ton’s arm determined to get out of the bar while Mick held their attention. But Ton wasn’t having it.

The obnoxious man jerked away from her touch. “I ain’t going nowhere till I get another drink.”

“Please Ton, let’s just go. Mr. James wants me to take you home, he’s waiting for my call.”

“Then he can wait ten more minutes because I am getting my drink.” The belligerent man stomped to a nearby table that was empty and yelled at Mick. “I’ll have another whiskey.”

Mick just stared at him before turning to the woman behind the bar. “Jenna, get him a whiskey.” Looking at the bikers in warning, he went back to the bar and began serving drinks. “Round of beers on the house.” Mick had the bikers moving to the bar.

Beth didn’t miss the threatening glare Knox threw Ton before reaching for his beer and leaning against the bar, not taking his eyes off Ton.

Beth not knowing exactly what to do in the ludicrous position, she took a chair at the table next to Ton. When the waitress put the whisky in front him, she didn’t raise her eyes. She already had seen too much of the woman.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No thanks.”

“Suit yourself.” Beth raised her eyes to see the amusement in Jenna’s expression. Beth became aware then the woman knew that Beth had seen her sexual act outside and could not care less. She watched as she served drinks to the men in the bar, flirting with several of the bikers. Beth surreptitiously looked at the biker Jenna had given the blowjob and saw no jealously. Instead, he was staring at her.  Her face reddened with embarrassment when he took a seat at the small table next to her. His thigh brushing hers before Beth hastily moved it away.