Page 22 of Taming the Bear
You are just here to do a job. None of this is real.
Stupid voices.
The two guys pull out chairs and bring it up to the table. I can feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter from the attention that I’m receiving right now.
“Hey, pretty ladies,” one of them says and takes off his jacket. “I’m starved. Have you girls ate yet?” He’s got this long as shit beard but captivating eyes.
The other one leans over Jen’s chair and drapes his arm behind her back. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you a pretty thing? Why haven’t I seen you around, Pop Tart?”
Both Jen and I bust out laughing and look at these forward ass men. “Did you just call me a Pop Tart? What the hell does that even mean? You want to pop my tart of something? Is that one of those games that you bikers play?” Jen asks the man leaning over her.
“You can call me Slice, baby,” he says to her and rubs his finger down her arm.
I watch for several moments to see if she’s going to kick his ass for being so forward. Nope. She’s totally eating it up like a sundae cone. Whore.
Joe rubs his hand up and down my thigh and I squeeze my thighs together to help soothe the fire he’s starting. Holy shit! How can he turn me on with just one touch like this? That’s crazy. I squeeze them tighter together and he chuckles. “What’s the matter, baby? Something wrong? Do you need my help?” He taunts me.
I pinch the skin on his hand to pull his hand off of me but he doesn’t do it. Well, if he’s not going to play fair, then it’s my turn to be an asshole right back. “No, I don’t need any of your help. I took care of that situation earlier today!” I say to him with the implied context of my fingering myself.
The remaining guy is watching our exchange with a big smile on his face. “Damn, prez. How could you have gone on such a long ride and left this girl to find her own orgasms? You should be court martialed!” He yells out and slams his hand on the table.
George comes running out to the table to check on us but he stops before he even gets close enough. I can tell that he’s nervous about these men in leather but we are seated in his section.
“Uh, hello. I’m George. May I get you fellas something to drink?” George asks politely.
The unnamed biker holds out his hand and slips George a hundred dollar bill. “We would like a bottle of your champagne for the ladies and some strawberries as well.”
George is flustered while he walks away from the table to get our order. That’s typically not something that someone would order here. This guy is crazy.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say to him and reach into my purse.
Joe yanks my hand away from my purse and then extends my fingertips out. One by one, he kisses my fingertips and makes me melt. Jesus!
Slice is hunched over Jen and she’s loving this attention. That is the thing about her, though. She can just roll with it. “Where have you been my whole life?” He asks her in a corny ass way. It almost sounds as if he’s trying to speak like Shakespeare or something.
I giggle at him and then look over at Joe who has a lazy smile on his face. “I hope your friend is ready to get charmed. Slice is so charming we almost named him Snake Charmer. He can charm the panties off of any woman.”
Slice doesn’t look away from Jen and when she tries to turn to look at Joe, he places his thumb and index finger under her chin to get her to look at him. “Don’t pay attention to that neanderthal! He’s just mad because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.”
I stick my finger in my mouth and make a gagging noise. Joe and the other guy start chuckling at my antics which only encourage me. “Hey, Jen, what about Billy?” I ask her to be a smart ass.
She flips me off and then directs her attention at Slice. “Slice, tell me… Do you prefer foreplay before sex or do you just slide on into the main event?”
My eyes bulge out of my head a little bit and I look at the other two at the table. None of them seem to be put off with what she just said so I let it go.
The other guy leans into the side that I’m on while George pours us all champagne. “Tell me, gorgeous. Do you have any other friends who are as much fun as this one? Oh, and I’m Mack Truck. You can call me Mack.”
The name is fitting.
For the next hour, we are all laughing and watching Slice and Jen trade off pick up lines.
Jen places her hand next to his face and then says: “Excuse me,” she then puts her hand on his face, “is this seat taken?”
I burst out laughing and wait for the next one. I can tell that Joe’s having a good time because he’s rubbing my thigh gently and then every once in awhile, he cops a feel.
“Did you know that your body has two hundred and six bones. How about I give you an extra bone?”
Mack Truck slams his hand on the table and then places it over his stomach. “Oh my god! These two are awesome!”
