Chapter 2 Around 4:50, and just as I put a cherry sucker into my mouth, a tall and bulky man with tattoos all over his arms and legs walked in. A real biker. One of those who lived for the club and only took off his leather cut to sleep and shower. I'd say that eighty-five percent of our customers were men who were members of motorcycle clubs, and I damn sure wasn't complaining. I liked those men. They were mostly hot. The one standing in front of me was here to pick up his bike. I leaned forward on the desk, showing off my tits because that always worked for tips. With the sucker in my mouth, I smiled up at him through my lashes. "How can I help you, sir?" I asked sweetly. He studied me, taking me in from top to bottom, with his eyes lingering where I wanted them to. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Here to get my remodeled Harley," he told me, voice deeper than his cock would ever be in me. I knew he wanted to fuck me. It was written all over his face. He wasn't even trying to hide it, and he wasn't the first one. Many men came in here, hoping for a bit more than just my flirting. Maybe that was the reason why The Old was making so much money. Because word spread quickly about the young girl with the icy-blond hair and striking glacier-blue eyes who worked at The Old. Those weren't words I described myself with, but more so the men who came in here and left with the memory of me on their minds. I was eighteen. Legally an adult, and these men knew it. But no matter how often I got drooled on, I would never let any of these men touch me. They could look and admire-I'd even let them fantasize-but nothing more. This was business to me, and I was damn good at my job. I pulled the sucker out of my mouth and looked at the computer screen in front of me. "Hmmm, what's your name, sir?" "Gunpowder." I looked up at him with a raised brow and a grin. "That's a lovely road name, sir. Did you pick it?" "No, sugar, I did not," he grumbled. I pursed my lips and pushed the sucker back into my mouth, curling my tongue around it with my lips parted so he could watch. When I pulled it back out, I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gunpowder, I don't see your road name on here. What's your real name?" I kept my voice as sweet and innocent as possible. "Kenneth Burch." "Ah, here you are." I pointed at the screen even though he couldn't see what I was pointing at. "My daddy finished remodeling your Harley last week. It looks so good and sounds even better than it did before." His tense expression eased as I talked about his bike. His baby, probably. Not many of these men had anything more to live for than their motorcycles and club. Most of them had women, but they didn't matter to them as much as their bikes did. "Gonna show me to it?" he asked, brow raised. "Of course! Follow me, Mr. Gunpowder." He grumbled something under his breath as he followed me over to the workshop. As I stopped and turned around to look at him, his gaze was on my ass. When his eyes met mine, he didn't even try to hide it. He liked to look, and he knew I wore skirts like this for a reason. I couldn't wait for my big tip once he left. "Here it is," I told him, holding out my hand toward his bike. "Ah, Kenneth," Dad said, walking over to us. He put one hand on my shoulder and shook Kenneth's hand with his other. "About time." Kenneth took in his bike before he moved his gaze to Dad, then to me, then to Dad again. "Was out of town for work. Would've come and gotten it way earlier otherwise." "No worries. Gave us more time to admire it," Dad said. I stood next to them while Dad explained a few things, showing him exactly how he upgraded the Harley. While Dad talked, Kenneth kept looking at me. The more attention I kept giving him, the bigger the tip would be. I smiled at him with my sucker still in my mouth, playing with it using my tongue. "Bliss." Uncle Odin nudged my thigh with his elbow from where he was kneeling next to a different bike. I tilted my head and looked down at him. "What?" "Stop." He didn't look pleased with the way I was flirting with Gunpowder. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the sucker out of my mouth and moved away from Dad and Kenneth to put distance between us. "He likes it," I argued. Odin's jaw ticked. "Knock it off." "Yeah, Lissy, knock it off," Dash added, mocking his father. I pursed my lips to keep from grinning, and when I looked at Odin again, I pouted. "But he'll leave a nice tip..." I kept my voice low so Kenneth wouldn't hear. Though, he was now pretty focused on what Dad was telling him. "It's not fucking worth it," Odin muttered. "Not with him." "He's old and ugly anyway," Rhys whispered loudly, looking over his shoulder. "Listen to Odin." I sighed with a roll of my eyes and pushed the sucker back into my mouth. "Fine." "I enjoyed it," Dash said when I walked past him, which earned him a slap to the back of his head from my oldest brother. Tripp didn't look amused, and neither did the others. But they didn't stay mad for too long and moved right along once I headed back to the front desk. After a while, Dad pushed Kenneth's bike out of the workshop, while Kenneth came to pay. I smiled up at him, not trying to flirt because I didn't want to upset anyone anymore. "Ready to pay?" I asked, already clicking through the system to check off what had been done. "Yeah." "All right. Just to list the things that were done: the suspension was upgraded, swapped in new wheels, a custom exhaust was installed, plus a full paint job, and to tie it all together, we did a performance tune. That'll be 9,599." Kenneth let out a low whistle, but he pulled out his card without arguing. "Worth it," he grumbled, handing me the card. I put the sum into the payment terminal, then held the card to it. "And this is for you." I looked up after handing him back the card, seeing that he was holding a fifty-dollar bill to me. I smiled brightly, reaching for it as I thanked him. He pulled it back, raising his brows as he said, "But you have to pick it up." He let the fifty fall to the floor, watching me expectantly. I watched as it landed next to the front desk. Biting the inside of my cheek, I decided to play along. I wanted that fifty. I rounded the desk and turned my back to him, then bent down to grab it off the floor. While I was still bent, I looked behind me to watch him watch me. His eyes were on my ass, taking it all in, enjoying the view without a hint of shame. When I stood up straight and turned around, I smiled at him and went back behind the desk. "Thank you, Mr. Gunpowder." "Thank you, sugar. What's your name?" "Bliss." "Yeah...bet you are." "We all right here?" Odin walked up to us, an annoyed look in his eyes which he tried to hide. But he couldn't. He probably saw what just happened. "Everything's fine," I assured him, smiling. "Here's your receipt." I handed it to Kenneth, then said goodbye as he left. "You need to be careful," Odin said, giving me a warning look. "You don't know these men. I get your intention, but it's not always safe." I sighed and pulled the sucker out of my mouth again. "I know. But it gets me money." "Yeah, but you're not a whore. Don't do shit like that. Especially not for money." "But it's fifty-" "Bliss." He stopped me, shooting me a glare as he stepped closer to cup the back of my head. "Don't mess around." I watched him for a moment before saying, "Fine. I'll stop." "Good. Come help clean up in the back. We'll go home soon." He patted my shoulder, then headed back to the workshop where the others were already tidying up. For what it's worth...I made fifty bucks today. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!