A/N: I have no rights to Sons of Anarchy. I won't even claim my characters. I just write as a procrastination tool.

Chapter 1

Sophia walked into the salon where she had just started working.

"Sophia," she heard from the desk. She turned and saw her boss Roxy.

"Morning, Roxy."

"Let's go back to the storage room and chat."

Sophie followed Roxy. Roxy smiled and sighed. "Soph, how do you think you fit in around here?"

Sophie chuckled and looked in a mirror. Her un-dyed, auburn hair in subtle, perfect waves, her natural makeup and her conservative jean skirt and knit top definitely made her stand out.

"Not too well," she said taking in Roxy's jet black hair and heavy makeup.

"You are amazing at what you do, Sophia, but our clients aren't comfortable asking you for what they want."

"Oh, ok," Sophia said adjusting her bag. "Thank you for the opportunity. May I use you as a reference?"

"That's not what I mean, Soph, what I'm asking is if you might consider a makeover?"

Sophia stared at her and contemplated that. "Well, I always wondered if I could pull off black hair with pink highlights."

"I think you have just the skin tone for that," Roxy said pulling her out of the storage room. "She's game," Roxy announced to the others.

The other girls cheered and one of the other stylists pulled Sophia into her chair.

"She wants black hair with pink highlights," Roxy advised.

Mia, the stylist, nodded and set to work coloring Sophia's hair.

Lara, the nail tech, brought over a bag. "I thought you might agree to the makeover, so I went shopping for you.

Sophia was a little shocked that the whole salon was involved, then she wasn't. It was a salon after all. And the salon was frequented by the biker women of the town.

She sat back and enjoyed the attention as a client and let Mia fix her hair, Lara fix her nails and Roxy fix her makeup. They sent her to the storage room to change into fishnet stockings, a black mini skirt and a black and pink corset that coincidentally matched her new hair color. She slipped on her ballet flats and carried the boots out.

She stood waiting for a reaction and put the boots down. "I'm not working in stilettos, but I will wear them after hours."

All of the women, clients and employees clapped and Sophia called back her first client of the day.

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After work, Sophia cleaned her station one last time and sat in her chair.

"There's a party tonight" Mia said leaning up against Sophia's counter.

Sophia raised her eyebrows.

"I'll pick you up at 9, wear what you've got on."

Sophia nodded and stood up to follow her out.

Mia stopped outside of the door and watched the bikers across the way.

Sophia stopped and furrowed her brow. "What are we doing?"

"2 Sons, we are going to their party tonight."

"Sons?"

"How long have you been in Charming?" Mia asked incredulously.

"Less than two weeks."

"Shit, come on," Mia said walking down the sidewalk and swaying her hips.

Mia went into one of the local boutiques and began pulling clothes off the rack for Sophia to buy. "The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, or SAMCRO, runs this town. They keep the drugs and guns out of Charming and we all look the other way on some of their criminal activities. The Sons throw the best parties, have the best booze and weed and are notoriously good in the sack."

"And why do I care about this?"

"If you are with a Son, you are royalty in Charming. No one screws with you, you live the high life and you are fully protected."

Sophia raised her eyebrows. This was definitely a "you had to be there thing" and even though she was in Charming, she couldn't fathom that what Mia was saying had any bearing in reality.

Mia shoved clothes in Sophia's arms. "Buy this, go home, sleep and be ready to go at 9."

Sophia watched as Mia left the store and gave a little spin as the two bikers whistled in her direction as she walked down the sidewalk.

She bought the clothes Mia had picked out and walked out the door in the same direction as Mia and heard the whistles and catcalls from across the street. She blushed and hurried to her car to go home and sleep.

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Mia knocked on the door and nodded in approval when Sophia opened the door. Sophia had retouched the outlandish makeup and styled her hair again.

"I brought us something to help loosen us up before we get to the clubhouse," Mia said stepping in. She pulled out a joint and sat down on the couch.

Sophia picked up a lighter and tossed it to Mia.

Mia lit the joint and took a drag before handing it over to Sophia who savored her drag.

Sophia passed it back and Mia laughed. "You are constantly surprising me, I never expected you to be ok with this," Mia said gesturing with the joint.

Sophia laughed and opened the drawer on the coffee table to reveal her own stash. Mia laughed and passed the joint back to Sophia.

Sophia enjoyed the chance to relax and get to know Mia before the party.

When they pulled up at the clubhouse, the parking lot was filled with tough, intimidating bikers with beer bottles and scantily clad women rubbing up on them.

"See the deal is, that if someone wearing a cut is interested, you have to at least be polite," Mia said. "No one turns down the attention of a Son."

"What if I'm not interested?"

"Believe me, you are."

Sophia furrowed her brow and followed Mia to the keg.

Mia handed her a cup and they made their way to the pool table where a few of the guys were playing pool. These guys were not wearing cuts, but Sophia followed Mia's moves and sidled up to the side of one of the players. He smelled like weed and beer.

Time began to swim as she matched Mia drink for drink. She began to dance next to the pool player and was urged to the vacant stripper pole.

She noticed one of the Sons was watching her intently as she gyrated and shimmied around the pole. She put on a show for him, and caught him giving her a sly smile.

After quite a while, she vacated the pole and went outside to find that the party was winding down. Pretty much everyone who was left was inside. A few people were at the picnic table, but she was not in the mood to socialize, so she moved around the dark corner of the clubhouse.

She leaned against the wall and slid down to a squatting position and buried her face in her hands.

"Are you alright?"

She looked up and saw the biker who had been watching her on the pole. She had no idea how long she had been outside, but she felt goosebumps on her skin.

"Um, yeah, thanks," Sophia said struggling to stand up.

The biker came closer and steadied her with his hands on her hips. She gasped as his warm hands came in contact with her skin.

"Sorry," he said pulling back.

"Don't be, your hands were so warm," Sophia said hugging herself. "I didn't realize how cold it is out here."

The biker stepped up and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his rough, warm hands on her smooth, cool skin.

She opened her eyes, and realized how close he had pulled her. She reached up and gripped his cut, pulling him closer. She hesitated when she felt her body react so urgently to him. "I'm Sophia," she whispered, close to his face.

"Juice," he replied wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back.

Sophia pressed her body against his. "You were watching me inside."

Juice nodded.

"Did you like what you saw?"

Juice swallowed. "Very much."

Sophia smiled and gazed into his eyes.

"Soph!"

"Mia?" Sophia said pulling back.

"Sophia, where are you?"

Sophia stepped around the corner and saw Mia. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just worried about you. You ready to go?" Mia said walking closer.

Sophia looked behind her at Juice who was again watching her intently, eyes filled with lust.

"Um, yeah," Sophia took a step forward and then turned as Juice stepped out of the shadow. "It was nice to meet you, Juice. Thanks for keeping me warm."

Sophia smiled and turned back to Mia. She wrapped her arm around Mia's waist and led her to the car.

As she was about to get in the car, she heard jangling and footsteps behind her. She turned and steadied herself with an arm on the roof of the car.

Juice stepped up to her and placed his hands on her waist. "You ok to drive?"

Sophia nodded.

"Can I see you again?"

Sophia looked into the car to see Mia nodding wildly.

"Its a small town, you can find me."

Sophia turned and stepped into the car and pulled the door closed. She started the car and pulled out slowly before driving away.

Sophia looked in the rearview mirror before turning onto the street and saw Juice watching the car as it drove away. As she turned onto the road, she let out the breath she had been holding.

"What the hell, Sophia? Juice was absolutely into you!"

"No worries."

"Are you screwing with me?"

"He may get his jollies with someone else tonight, but he will come and find me."

Mia snorted and sat back. "Drop me off at home and I will call you tomorrow about getting my car."

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Sophia sat on the couch and pulled her boots off. She hit play on the stereo and pulled a joint out of the drawer. She leaned back on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table as she lit the joint and took a drag. It was more morning than night by now but she was still wide awake thinking of what Juice's hands felt like on her skin.

Her phone beeped and she reached over and read the text from Scarlett, her best friend and roommate, that said she wasn't coming home. This didn't surprise Sophia.

What did surprise Sophia was the knock on her door. She stood up and hooked the chain lock before she opened it.

"Juice?"

"You told me to find you."

Sophia laughed and closed the door to remove the chain lock. When she opened the door again, Juice grabbed her hips and pulled her into a long, hard kiss. Sophia recovered quickly and pressed her body against his and wound her arms around his neck.

Sophia felt Juice stepping into her house and she stepped back until she was pushed up against the wall and felt Juice lifting her hips. She wrapped her legs around Juice's waist and moaned as Juice kissed down her neck. He pulled her away from the wall and slammed the front door shut then carried her to the couch.

He threw her down and climbed on top of her. "I have been so fucking hard since you were on that pole," he said popping her breasts out of the corset and flicking at her hard nipples."

"I'm not wearing any panties."

Juice groaned and sat back to unbuckle his pants. He pulled his cock out and shoved her skirt up and slid into her.

"Fuck," Juice moaned as he pushed himself all the way into her.

"Fuck me hard, Juice," Sophia whispered and Juice sat back, pulled her to him and began to slam into her, one hand on her hips, the other massaging her clit.

Neither of them lasted long, and Juice waited until he drove her over the edge before he thrust into her one last time and came.

Juice slumped down over Sophia's torso and she absentmindedly stroked his mohawk.

Soon, she was sleepy and she felt Juice sit back and readjust himself. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her slowly before laying them down on the couch, Sophia halfway on top of Juice, breasts still out of the corset and skirt almost all the way up to her waist.

They laid like that, legs entwined, her shoulder on his chest, her playing with the edge of his cut and Juice tracing his finger tips over her back until they both fell asleep.

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"Holy. Shit." Sophia heard as she woke up later that morning.

Sophia slowly turned around and saw Scarlett standing at the end of the couch with her eyebrows raised.

Sophia gestured toward the kitchen and slowly climbed off of the couch. Juice tightened his hold on her as she moved.

"I'll be back," she whispered and he loosened his grip.

She pulled her skirt down and was working on her top as she got into the kitchen to find Scarlett open mouthed and gesticulating toward the living room then at her.

"Jesus Christ, Sophia, what the hell happened yesterday? I left here and you were my sweet, polite roommate and come home and you have black and pink hair, slut clothes and are half naked in the living room on top of one of the hottest Sons...I...You..." Scarlett paused. "What about Kyle?"

"Screw Kyle, you know that is over," Sophia shook her head. "They were going to fire me if I didn't...adjust...to the local style and then one of the other stylists took me to a party at the Sons' clubhouse, and well, Juice...I can't talk about it now."

Just then, Sophia felt arms go around her waist. "Good morning," Juice growled in her ear as he pulled her back to him.

She felt how good of a morning it could be and gestured to Scarlett. "This is my roommate, Scarlett."

"Morning Scarlett," he said politely.

Sophia just grinned and raised her eyebrows at Scarlett before turning and pulling Juice down the hall way to her room.

"Morning Juice," Scarlett yelled as Sophia shut her door.

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