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Speaking of sex…Avery’s mind went right to Sonny.
She shook her head at her stupidity. She had no business thinking of him that way. And yet, when she’d spotted him in the crowd, she was both turned on and pissed off. Admittedly, her performance had Sonny in mind, and she imagined it was his hard body she was riding, not some nameless biker.
But the fact that Sonny was here, that he didn’t think her capable of managing this charade on her own, stung. She could manage just fine without his attention, but not his respect. If she lost that, she’d have to consider whether the club really was her future.
Whatever. Now was not the time to let Sonny mess with her head. She had a plan and intended to see it through.
Turning her attention back to the room, she sat on one of the black leather couches, facing a table loaded with containers of condoms and lube. Mirrored walls surrounded her, for that added visual stimulation. Avery wondered if someone was on the other side, either watching or recording. She got up and checked out her lipstick in the mirror, then quickly pretended to wipe a smudge off the glass. There was no gap between her fingernail and the reflection. Yup, two-way mirror.
She’d seen it in other strip clubs, and they used it at the MC too, at the bunker and other places. Cops weren’t the only ones who found spying useful.
Now all she had to do was get some intel from those horny Death Riders. She took a vial out of her purse and poured some powder on her hand, pretending to sniff it. Let whoever was watching think she was getting high, getting herself ready to enjoy a gang bang.
She made her way over to the bar cart in the corner. After pouring four glasses of tequila, she quickly added the white powder to three of the glasses, making sure to hide it in her palm so no one could see. Just enough to loosen up the boys’ tongues but render them so relaxed they’d be useless and fighting off sleep. And with no memory the next day.
Then she poured a drink for herself.
She took her tequila and ambled back over to the couch when there was a knock at the door.
Showtime.
Flicking her black hair back, she pushed her tits out and stood tall, opening the door with nothing on but a g-string and a practised smile on her face.
“Come in, boys. I was getting ready for you.”
All three men stumbled into the room, drunk but not completely out of it. The blond guy with the face tattoos, the one she’d danced for earlier, began to eagerly strip off his vest and t-shirt. The other two men, who looked to be in their forties, sat side by side on one couch and unbuckled their belts and zippers. She turned and walked over to the bar, grabbing the glasses, and handing them out.
“Bottoms up,” she cheered.
“You said that right,” the blond one replied as they all threw back their drinks. He slammed his glass on the table and unzipped his pants. “Bend over, bitch, and show me that prime ass.”
Avery held out her hand. “No money, no ass. Or pussy for that matter.”
The guy sighed and burrowed his right hand in his jeans and pulled out a wad, counting out four fifties and handing them over.
“If it’s all three of you, five hundred,” she stated calmly.
“Just me. They can watch,” he replied with a cocky grin.
Avery took the money and walked over to the bar, slipping the bills into her purse. She tapped her phone to play music, hoping that if anyone was not just looking but also listening in, they wouldn’t be able to hear the conversation over the sound.
“Sit down and get comfortable,” she murmured as she looked at him over her shoulder, giving him a flirty wink.
She did as he asked and bent over, grabbing the end of the bar cart as she swiveled her hips, taunting him.
“Get over here and r-ride my cock. Hurry the fuck…fuck up.”
Avery turned and sauntered over, standing in front of the two guys who were only interested in watching.
She slid her knees onto the couch, straddling both of them, one leg each, and cupped her tits, leaning back. Their eyes were glassy and unfocused, so she reckoned the drug was starting to kick in.
Perfect timing.
She gave them a smile and a wink and got up. Turning around, she faced the blond. His dick was barely half hard. Then she noted the same look in his eyes, the dilated pupils. Bending over, she gave his ear a quick lick.
“What’s your name, handsome?” she asked.
“D-Darren.”
