Page 30 of Shared By Her Brother's Best Friends

“Two beers and two tequilas,” Bess shouts over the din to the barman.

We chug the beers and chase them with the shots as Bess surveys the crowd, looking for Venom and Breaker. She deftly rebuffs the advances of the men who try to approach us.

“Found them!” she says triumphantly, “Let’s move over this way so they can see us,” Bess shouts in my ear so I can hear her over the noise.

“We’re not going over to them?” I ask, confused.

“You don’t go over to them, they call for you.”

“What if they don’t?” I say, feeling panicked that this whole endeavor will be for nothing.

Bess shoots me a glance sideways, “You really have no idea how hot you are, do you? There’s no way Breaker won’t call us over.”

Sure enough, only seconds later, the man who I assume is Breaker holds up a hand and waves us over with a flick of two fingers. He’s a great beast of a man, baldheaded with a crooked nose and biceps the size of watermelons. Next to him, Venom is a small, weaselly man, with greasy hair and a thin mustache. He’s wearing a leather vest, and his bare chest is revealed to show off a giant snake tattoo.

“With a tattoo like that, you’d think he was an Iron Serpent,” I say to Bess as we walk over.

“Don’t say that to them. But you’re right. The Iron Serpents wouldn’t take him though,” Bess replies, making sure we’re not overheard.

“Well, well, well, long time no see, Bess. I see you brought a friend. She getting tired of that dry cunt of yours, and needs a real fucking?” Breaker leers grabbing his crotch for effect, as if we didn’t understand his meaning perfectly.

Bess laughs as though he’s said something funny, and I try to hide my disgust, plastering a smile on my face. “Shelly’s in town visiting from out of state and wanted to know where the best place was to party, naturally, I had to bring her here,” she replies, the lies rolling off her tongue with ease.

“Well, you came to the right place babydoll, come sit with me,” Breaker says patting his big meaty thigh.

Oh god, is he expecting me to sit on him?

I try to hide my revulsion as I smile tightly and scoot into the booth beside him. Immediately he places his giant paw on my waist, squeezing it and pulling me close to him so I’m practically on his lap.

“Tiny little thing, aren’t you?” he says approvingly as his eyes explore my body.

“Go easy on her, Breaker, she’s new to this,” Bess says as she sits down next to Venom, and I feel stupidly relieved that she’s trying to help. I didn’t think he’d be this full-on right away.

“Oh, I’ll take care of you, little bird,” he says stroking my thigh. “Let’s get you a drink, help relax you,” he says, gesturing to the waitress who immediately appears with a bottle of tequila and shot glasses, pouring us all one.

I down it, wincing slightly as the liquor hits my throat but needing the Dutch courage. Venom and Bess are talking across the table, but I can’t hear them over the music.

“Quiet, aren’t you,” Breaker observes.

“Sorry…” I reply, at a loss for words.

Turns out I’m no actress. Playing this part is harder than anticipated. Not least because Breaker stinks of stale cigarettes and sweat.

“Don’t be, I like it. The last thing I want is some broad always yammering in my ear,” Breaker replies.

Evidently, Breaker doesn’t feel the same way about himself as he proceeds to spend the next five minutes boasting to me about his sexual prowess and skills as a fighter and biker, all while insisting we knock back several shots, one after another.As he talks, he pulls me closer so I can feel his erection pressing against my ass cheeks.

Jesus, I hope Bess gets the info she needs soon.

“Hey, Shelly, Venom and I are just going somewhere quieter for a minute, you gonna be alright?” Bess asks me, concern and apology in her eyes.

I nod, trying to be brave, “Yes.”

“Course she will be! She’s got me looking after her,” Breaker shouts over me. “You to go ahead. We’ll follow you shortly.”

With one last look at me for reassurance, Bess heads off with Venom toward a back door.

“Come on little bird, drink up,” Breaker says, thrusting another shot at me. I do as I’m told. “Good girl,” he says approvingly.

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