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A typical bouncing day had me noticing something atypical. Locals would come and go, some sitting at the bar, some sitting alone watching the TV and drinking. Lonely men, married or not, came in to flirt with Celia, and now Tequila. Where Celia had been embarrassed to be fielding flirting while married to Ralph the attorney, Tequila listened to them all with complete disinterest.
Apparently uninterested in all other men, she was close to her husband, Big Pizza. However, she had a soft spot for Gripper. Or a wet spot. I had seen her blowing the enforcer in one of the empty rooms of the clubhouse. Had she done more with him?
It was the last day of my weekly shift, a Tuesday. Already looking forward to running around the clubhouse tomorrow on little errands, I was anxious for the night to be done. I was expecting Kristy to spill the beans to me tonight about Ghost. Having seen her sitting in his lap, I was sure she'd have to say something now.
Someone who wasn't a local came in carrying a map. He ordered a beer from Tequila and sat as close to the corner as he could. Now, normally I don't give a shit where anyone sits. The man looked like someone traveling, or touring. Why he would choose a little bar like the Daily Dollar was beyond me. The Triple Shot was nicer and prettier. The Lucky 7 even nicer than that.
I glanced over at our two bikers currently drinking at the bar, Wallet and Firehose. The latter didn't come in all too often to the bars or clubhouse; I saw him maybe once a week. He was one of several members who didn't live in the clubhouse, but came in once a week to play pool and drink.
Both Wallet and Firehose glanced at the man and went back to their chatting.
Dismissed as easily as that, I wondered if my oh-fuck radar was malfunctioning. Something just didn't seem right. I was turning away when I caught a flash out of the corner of my eye. It was in the mirror of the bar that I saw his arm below the table. He brought it back up and set his beer bottle on the table. I turned and went past him back to the restrooms. Glancing down, I saw that his bottle was half empty.
I washed my hands for something to do and came back out.
Traveling man had his map out, doodling trails along roadways.
I passed him without looking. Private investigator? I went outside but stayed near the doorway so I could see Wallet and Firehose. The car outside he had pulled up in was not a rental. I took a pic of his license plate then leaned into the bar. The man had the posture of just looking down to doodle. I took a pic while he was pretending to be busy. I attached the two pics and forwarded them to Sonar.
Jim Butcher: Have a plate and pic for you. Might be under surveillance
I dismissed the matter from my mind, except to occasionally look at the guy. His beer didn't change, though he pretended to swig it back. I don't think he was fooling Tequila, either. Her one raised eyebrow and tired look told me she had noticed it. I shrugged at her and she sort of wiggled her head as if to say, "Who cares?"
Maybe he was looking for us. Maybe not. Private detectives could also be building a profile on a cheating husband or wife. Or for a divorce. Who knew? Looking for leads on missing people, maybe. Ace? The child molester? Miguel? Nothing we had to show was going to put much in the man's files, if that's what he was doing.
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I entered the trailer and heard voices. I was tired; I didn't want to do anything but crawl in bed and hug my wife to sleep.
Dealer was sitting in our small den talking with Kristy. He looked up at me as I shut the door behind me.
I grunted.
He nodded to me. "I was just telling Kristy that we need to end the little relationship thing we had going on."
"Oh?"
Kristy was pouting, eyes glassy with unshed tears.
He scratched at his gray beard stubble. "It won't be good for the club if it continues. I foresee a lot of insinuations coming from it from the younger members that you're buying your way in with your wife."
"But that's not true."
"Yes, we know that, but others will get ideas, no matter what we say. We need to cut this off." He was sitting in the recliner.
I dropped down onto the couch with a sigh. "Do you not want her around the clubhouse—"
He interrupted me. "No, no, we don't need to be that drastic. And she's been close to some of the others. That's fine, too. But as president, I have to be above all that."
Kristy was shaking her head. "But we've had fun..."
Dealer looked disappointed. "I know it. Without a doubt."
I muttered, "If it has to stop, then it has to stop. For the good of the club."
The president said nothing, just looked at me with appreciation.
My wife pleaded, "But why?"
Dealer said, "Women belonging to members mixing with the president can look bad. It looks worse when the woman's husband is a prospect. We don't want a reputation or even a rumor that you fucked your husband's way into the club." He shook his head. "That kind of word gets around and it sticks, no matter how much you deny it."
She said, "Then you can come here and we can—"
He shook his head emphatically. "Word of that gets around, too. Not good."
We were all quiet for a minute or so.
Kristy wiped at her eyes. "Can we do it one last time?" Her mouth worked to say more, but she appeared lost in the myriad of things running through her mind.
He scrubbed his hand back over his buzzed head. "I can't say it doesn't appeal..." His breathing quickened.
I felt his attraction to her. I could sense his cock hardening over thoughts of making love to my wife. My own cock began thickening, despite my weariness. I said, "One more? It would mean a lot to her if you're cutting her off."
His eyes were bright and he blew out a breath. "Yeah, all right. All right." He stood. "Let's do it."
I followed them into the bedroom.
His hands shook as he stripped out of his clothes. His breathing was rapid and excited. It all made my cock throb with desire.
I stripped out of my clothes and laid on the edge of the bed. I began stroking myself, spreading that pleasurable tension up and down my shaft.
He was kissing her and then lowered her to the bed. His cock stood straight out, thick and throbbing. All for my wife. He climbed between her legs slowly, but I could see him shaking with desperation to sink his shaft into her. He looked down, and grabbed his cock to position it at her opening.
My wife was looking up at him, her thighs spread wide. She wanted him in her again, I could see it. I could feel it.
He moved forward and settled on her, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy. He let out a deep sigh as their bodies met. My wife's mouth was open and her arms trembled as they hugged his shoulders. They kissed as he began moving his butt. Their thigh muscles worked as their hips tilted against each other.
I couldn't see anything, but I knew he was deep in her.
With his butt clenching and moving faster between her thin thighs, he broke the kiss. She moaned happily, but also with an amount of desperation. Her hands roamed over his muscular back and her eyes were locked on his.
I stroked to their two moving bodies, seeing nothing but a naked man on my naked wife. They might have just been embracing without penetration for all I knew. But I knew that what I was seeing was an immense turn-on. I stroked at the same speed as his thrusting and loved it.