Page 51 of Seduced at Stevens Street
After the dishes are removed, Butch gets a very serious look on his face. He turns to me, and there is that intimidating look. But then his face eases and he smiles.
“Gia, I understand that you have many questions and would like some guidance from Maddie while at the club. Maddie and I have discussed it, and she is more than happy to help you along. Logan and I agree that Maddie is a good choice.”
Maddie then pipes up, “Oh yes, Butch was the trainer for new Subs at the club, but after training me, we became a permanent thing. He and Cosimo both agree that we need a woman to work with the Subs for about a month, so they understand the rules and what is expected of them before we pair them with a Dom willing to continue their training. You would be my first student.”
“That would be amazing. Thank you both for giving me this opportunity. But does this mean that Logan and I wouldn’t be able to play when we go to the club? I have to say that last week was incredible. I had never experienced anything like that, and I can’t wait to experience more,” I state, and the three of them begin to laugh.
“Beautiful, there will never be a time that we don’t do something while we are at the club, but there are things you need to understand, and also what happens when you disobey, and why it is happening.”
“Yes, Gia, we are both going to be learning things together, and any input you have for me as a trainer will be taken to heart, trust me,” Maddie says.
We have all decided that my training with Maddie will begin in three days, Saturday night at 8:00 p.m. We say our goodbyes and then we head to the Harley dealership downtown.
When we arrive at the dealership, there is a guy standing next to a bike smoking a cigar. He has tats all over his neck and arms, and other places that I am sure are currently covered up. Hesmiles at me, and then Logan takes my hand as we walk up to the guy.
“Hey man, you Logan? I’m Shawn. I got your email. The bike is right over there, and here are the keys. I just need a copy of your license, and then you can take her for a spin. You going to stay here with me little lady?” he asks.
Logan pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and hands Shawn his license and then in that Dom voice, he says, “She will be going with me on this test drive, got it?”
Shawn puts his hands up and then tells us he will be back shortly, that he needs to make a copy of the license.
“Logan, you could be a bit nicer to the guy, geez.”
“Nope, I know his kind. Before I met you, I was him. I could tell he just wants to fuck you, another notch on his bedpost. Redheads are few and far between, and especially hot ones like you,” he says and then laughs.
I slap him on the arm, and we walk over to inspect the bike. Being a Harley dealership, I expected one of those huge bikes, as Logan is a big guy. The bike is big but not a Harley. It is an Indian motorcycle. I don’t know much about bikes, but Logan explains that the bike is an Indian Roadmaster PowerPlus. It is the largest Indian motorcycle currently produced in terms of engine displacement and overall power. However, I don’t even know what engine displacement is, and even after he explainswhat that means, I am still lost. He chuckles and just tells me it goes fast.
The bike is a beautiful red, and he puts me on the back. The seats are so comfortable. I had run my hands over the seat beforehand, and the leather feels like a baby’s butt. I have never felt anything that soft.
Shawn comes back out, gives Logan his license back, and tells us to have a great ride and he will be here waiting when we return.
Logan gets on the bike, and his long legs fit perfectly on this bike. In fact, he looks completely fuckable on this bike. I have never been fucked on a bike; hmm, the possibilities are endless.
We pull out of the dealership, and Logan heads for the highway. The bike purrs, and when I look around I see on the speedometer, we are doing 70 mph within seconds. The bike ride lasted for about thirty minutes, and it was amazing. As we exit the highway, he goes down a different street from the one we left on. He pulls into the fire station, and we see Butch outside rolling up some hose with a very young-looking firefighter.
“Hey Butch, training the newbies, I see. Do you have a quick minute? I’m thinking of buying this bike since the insurance finally paid me. What do you think?”
“I had my eye on that one, but I already have two bikes, and Maddie really wants me to get some kind of convertible for her; my driveway at home looks like a used car lot already. I really like the color, and I have to say that your Sub looks good on it.”
“Yeah, she does, doesn’t she? I will probably make an offer when I drop it back off. Thanks for expediting that report for the insurance company. Now if we can just figure out who set my old bike on fire and what the fuck I did to them.”
They talk a bit about the bike, which I don’t understand anything they are really talking about. We say our goodbyes and then head back to the dealership. Shawn and Logan haggle and then come to an agreed price. Logan completes all the paperwork, calls his bank to have the money wired to the dealership, and then turns to me and asks if I would be willing to drive his truck back to the gym.
I have never driven a truck, but he said it’s easy, and it would really help him out. I agree, and then after the transaction is complete, we head back to the gym. He follows me which makes me feel better. After I park his truck, he pulls into the space next to me and turns off the bike. Because we are like a family at the gym, some of the guys were already coming out for the day and headed to Logan to check out his new bike. I didn’t realize how many of these guys own bikes.
I decided to head up to my apartment. Who knows how long those guys will be down there talking bikes? A quick stop by the yoga studio to see how the painters did today, and it looks almost new again. With just a few finishing touches and it will be ready for classes on Monday.
While at lunch with Butch and Maddie, Maddie put her number into my cell, so I decide to call her about making reservations at her restaurant, The Toad and Hoot Owl. She said she will book the private table for us for Friday night at 8:00 p.m. Wow, I can’tbelieve it was available that quickly. I can’t wait to experience her creations; everyone raves about her food.
About an hour later, there is a knock at my door. I don’t usually keep the door locked when I am home. After all, I live above a gym, so it wouldn’t be like someone coming off the street to rob me.
“Come in, the door is open,” I yell because I am elbow deep in soapy water. I hadn’t done the dishes in about four days, but with it only being me, I just don’t waste my time washing them every day.
“Hey Gia, I thought I would pop in to see what you think of the paint job in the studio,” Kenzie says.
“Kenzie, it looks fantastic. When is Brian scheduled to come in and install those additional cameras?”
“That’s why I’m here. He plans on coming around 11:00 p.m. tonight. Everyone should be gone, and if someone uses their code to get into the building tonight, Andy will get a notification on his phone. I just wanted to let you know so you don’t get freaked out if you hear something downstairs. Andy is talking with Logan right now, so you are both on the same page.”
