Page 21 of Towles

“I can do it, Beast,” I said.

“I know you can. But this big asshole is my counterpart.” Beast stuck his gun in his waistband, which was a bold move with so many Punishers in the room. It showed his confidence in us. It also showed the man standing before him that he better back down.

“Did you put the hit on his parents?” Beast asked.

“Bud Simmons,” the Punisher’s president said. He offered Beast his hand, but Beast wasn’t here for a meet-and-greet. “It was a misunderstanding, Beast. Nothing more.”

“They weren’t the target,” I said, guessing. “That’s even fucking worse.” Beast put his hand on my chest when I started at Simmons. “I’m not leaving until I have the two men we saw in the video.”

Simmons’s face fell slack. He didn’t know his men had been IDed. “I think we can come to a reasonable agreement.” Every Punisher in the bar stood. We were outnumbered two to one.

The door behind us opened, and Manning and three of his men entered the room. He said nothing until he stood sideways between Simmons and Beast.

“What’s going on, boys?” Manning said. He tucked his thumbs in his utility belt. Every man in the room was bigger than Manning, though Manning had all the power. He poked a finger in Simmons’ chest. “I want the two men who shot the Towles.”

Simmons snapped his finger, and two men stepped forward.

“Don’t, Towles,” Beast said. “Another time, another place. What are you going to do with them, Manning?”

“Feel free to think this is over,” I said to Manning and Simmons. “But you took something from me that I can never get back. Never. It’s gone. Not lost. Gone.” I walked to the exit. Life is all about how you act when people can’t see you. I’m about to be the biggest invisible asshole you’ve ever met.

Outside, I climbed on my Harley and pulled away by myself.

I wanted to drown in my own despair. That’s where I belonged.

I started toward the club but turned away at the last minute, deciding on a late-night visit to the pussy house. I didn’t drink, but I loved pussy, and pussy was what I needed. Denise Anderson, a club old lady, sat at the front desk, watching porn on her phone.

“On company time,” I smiled warmly. “Hope that’s the free shit.”

“Slow night,” Carmen said. “Yeah, it’s free.” She smiled. We both glanced down the hall when a man yelled. “I’m glad you’re here. I may need you to throw that asshole out.”

“He have a name?” I moved around the counter and looked at the ledger. The club insisted we keep a paper copy and an electronic copy of our clientèle. “Paul Summers?”

“Yeah. He’s been belligerent since he walked in the door. Asshole had a wad of cash, so Sophia agreed to take him on. I think she’s regretting it.” Denise turned in her chair. Blue jean shorts barely covered her pussy, much less her thighs. She was putting herself through college, and fast food wasn’t getting it done. With the club, she made ten times what she did waiting tables or pushing burgers around a grill.

I held her hand and helped her up. “I need an hour. Let’s go have some fun.”

“I’m the only one here.”

I walked back around the desk and locked the front entrance. I returned to Denise, and we walked down the hall together, entering the room across from Sophia and Paul.

All of the new rooms were dark and inviting. Each room had a bed, comfortable bedding, a Victorian-style chair, and an attached bathroom with an extra-large shower. Four kinkier rooms with ropes, shibari, and other eccentricities were located at the end of the hall. A few customers came in for those rooms, but because most men were coming in for quickies, the rooms toward the front remained full most of the time.

I laid Denise on the bed and kissed my way from her ankles to knees to thighs. I pulled her jean shorts down and revealed a tiny pink thong struggling to cover an already wet pussy. It wouldn’t be our first time together; we knew what each other liked.

Denise reached between us and unbuckled my belt. I put my hand around her throat and pushed her back down to the bed. I kept my hand there, moving the thong to the side with my teeth. I buried my tongue into her wet pussy and licked. A whimper filled the room.

I moved a finger between her lips, entering her slick hole. The whimper shifted to a loud moan. Sucking her clit, I slipped a second finger inside, working in and out, her writhing on the bed intense and pleasing. She came and looked down at me. I kissed her stomach, leaving behind small wet marks.

“One more,” she said. I expected the request. Denise was greedy with her orgasms.

I pushed her legs further apart, our eyes curiously locked. Denise’s eyes grew wide when I inserted a third finger, dropping another finger to her ass.

“Ready?” I said.

“Fucking bitch!”

I stepped back and helped Denise off the bed, my dick aching, balls swollen and needing release.

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