Author's Note
Well hello there. A few of probably know me in this section from my other fanfics, but I had the most brilliant and inspiring conversation with the amazing lagoon childe about women (especially OC women) in Sons of Anarchy stories. I wanted to create an OC who fitted in with the life, grungy and dangerous as it was, but not one who fell into the family / old lady / victim of abuse role and, well, this happened.
It doesn't really have a place in a particular season, it could just kind of fit anywhere. I'm sure it will get narrowed down over time.
And I know I'm normally a bit of a Tig fangirl, but this isn't a Tig pairing. He's just an innocent victim to start me off... and with that, enjoy! Thank you in advance for your reads, reviews, follows and the usuals, I really appreciate you making the time for me. Let me know how you're enjoying it.
Sara x
Swift Jameson leaned back against the bar, her elbows perching on the very edge as she surveyed the scene. She had never expected this when she had asked the girl on the motel reception what was fun to do in this place. Charming was a pitstop on the way down from Sacramento, the I5 was a long drive and she didn't fancy a night full of coffee-swigging and caffeine pills to get her to Los Angeles. She smiled a little as she fiddled with the diamond bracelet on her wrist, Los Angeles, that was where it was at. This place, on the other hand… She laughed to herself as she leisurely looked around. It sure looked like something out of a movie. Dotted around the place were maybe just less than a dozen guys, plain shirts and heavy, leather cuts on their backs. She read the words to herself, Sons of Anarchy. Tough guys, probably. She watched them as they swilled beer and joked amongst themselves, enjoying their territory while a bunch of scantily-clad woman sauntered around them, making eyes and hoping for an in.
They definitely looked like bikers. The keychains on their belts were a giveaway, her father had worn one himself when he'd been through his mid-life crisis and begged her Mom to let him do Route 66. He'd been killed within a week, crushed by an eighteen-wheeler with a drunk driver. She shook the memory away quickly, snatching up her drink and taking another long swig to distract herself. This place could prove fruitful, she mused. Drunk men were usually easy to get home, she could get what she needed within an hour or so and be back in her motel by midnight.
Her eyes scanned the space, looking for a target. A fierce-looking bald guy was leaning back as a tattoo artist looked up at him from her knees, working a needle on the bone of his hip. Swift's eyes flicked over his perfectly-honed pelvic bone and she frowned as she saw the odd arrangement of little smiley faces littering his skin. Weird, he didn't seem like a particularly cheery type. "Each to their own," she mused. She messed her shaggy hair beneath her hand, shaking out the layers with her fingertips. This evening heat made her melt, she hated the West coast for this exact reason.
She carried on with her hunt. A buff little guy with a Mohawk sat at a table with a taller, rougher-looking guy with scars across his face. She wrinkled her nose. Probably gay. That would be a waste of her time, she needed something more… masculine. A big, hairy guy with a shaggy beard squeezed past her to get at a bottle of whisky and she smiled but moved out of his way. Maybe if she got desperate.
"Bobby!" A loud voice roared across the bar and she looked up to see a guy standing in the middle of the club. He was tall, dark grey jeans, a button-down black shirt and wild, curly black hair that framed his head. His eyes, an intense blue, peered at the troll guy beside her but immediately turned on her as he spotted her. Oh God. He was already making his way over, Swift glanced down and turned back to the bar to bid the skinny kid behind the bar for another drink.
"What do you want?" Bobby asked as the blue-eyed guy dropped his arm around his shoulders. He slapped his back, and the newcomer gazed at Swift, making little attempt to hide the way he stared at her breasts in her perfectly fitted lacy corset.
"Her," he hissed loudly. Bobby laughed and leaned around him, giving Swift a polite smile.
"Sorry, ma'am," he said apologetically. "Tiggy's a little drunk. It's his birthday."
Tig stretched his jaw and scratched at the stubble running from his moustache down to his chin. He obviously thought it looked sexy, although it was far from it. Swift returned the smile and nodded, lifting her drink towards Tig.
"Happy birthday."
Tig was barely listening. His eyes were studying her intently, following the dark tattoos that ran across down the sides of her arms. Birds and flowers, entwined in ribbons, it was feminine but the black ink wound across her arms like a marauder's map. She could see him looking and took another sip from her beer bottle, wrapping her lips around the end purposefully. She heard him groan, this guy was going to be simple. Bobby smirked and excused himself, giving Tig a little push towards her. He staggered forward a step, too drunk to keep himself upright, and gazed longingly at her chest.
"You could look at me instead," she suggesting, reaching across and lifting his chin up to connect his gaze with her own. Tig stammered for an answer and she smiled a little, pulling at her lower lip with her fingers. "Unless you're just trying to get laid?"
He laughed at that, pinching his nose in a bid to sober himself up as he looked down at his feet for a second. "Well, you know, it's my party, I can try if I want to."
"You want to try?" Her fingertips scratched his stomach as she rested her hand on his belt buckle and gave him a tug towards her. "And what are you trying for, exactly?"
He liked the possessive way she pulled at him, her fingers teasing the trail of hair from his belly button down towards the edge of his pants. There was a look in her eye, one that made him shiver, one that made him sure he would have a good time the second he got her into his bed. Closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds, Tig could picture her orgasming, those perfect lips parting as he made her pant and call out his name.
"I could try a few things with you, baby," he murmured, biting on the pad of his thumb as he watched her lick the edge of the beer bottle as the foam overflowed down the neck. "You want to be my birthday present?"
He was making this too easy, it almost seemed like a shame. Swift guided one of his hands to her waist as she leaned into him, her lips brushing against her ear as she whispered, "Why? Do you want to unwrap me?"
God, did he. He wanted to undress her and throw her on the couch, naked. He wanted to get inside her and make her wet, he wanted to destroy her and make sure no other man could ever make her come the way he could again. His hands ran around her thighs and slipped up beneath her skirt, squeezing her ass, and Tig growled softly and motioned towards another part of the building, but Swift shook her head.
"Why don't you take me home instead, Tiggy?"
He didn't need a second invitation, that was for certain. Tig grabbed her, tossing her over his shoulder and making her squeal as he marched her outside. He started walking her towards his bike but Swift kicked a little, tapping him to put her down. As she steadied herself on her stilettos, Tig pushed his mouth to hers. He tasted of beer and Jack and probably pussy, but his tongue overpowered hers in an instant as he held her tight.
"Let me drive," she said, motioning towards her car. "You can just… relax."
Tig didn't care, all he wanted was to release this hard on growing in his pants inside her. As she walked him towards the battered looking Falcon, Tig laughed and looked over the car. "This thing's older than I am," he chuckled, tapping the bonnet. Swift rolled her eyes, a car snob too, great. She squared him up to the door and pushed him up against it, he would take a little persuasion.
"And I bet you run just fine, baby."
She sank her teeth into his lower lip, dragging on it before she swung the door open and pushed him inside. Tig grinned, giving a little drunken giggle as she slammed the door and strode around to the other side. He whistled as he watched her legs in the rearview as she trotted around the back, he couldn't wait to have her thighs wrapped around his head as he tasted her. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the rest.
It was an easy drive back to his place. That was the great thing about these small towns. Quick journeys, no traffic, there was nothing worse than having them sober up. Swift adjusted her lipstick, patting some balm on to her lips as Tig bounded up the drive, eager to get into the house. He fumbled with his keys in his drunken state, but cheered when the door swung open and beckoned for her to come in. She smiled, preparing herself for the usual little game.
"You want another drink?" Tig asked, instantly reaching down into the fridge. Swift slipped behind him, holding his wrist and pulling him away. Her green eyes gazed up at him as she ran her hand down his chest, already flicking his top button undone.
"There's only thing I want in my mouth," she teased as her hand reached the bottom of his shirt, pulling it out from his pants. Tig couldn't help himself when she touched him like that, making electric impulses flood his body. Abandoning the drink in an instant, he snatched at her hand and dragged her to his room, pushing her down on the bed eagerly as he clambered on top of her. Swift grinned, wrapping her legs around him and rolling him onto his back. It was all too easy for things to get out of control if he was on top of her, at least she had the power in this position.
She feigned a moan as Tig's clumsy fingers pushed beneath her panties, rubbing against her and feeling her wetness. There was something about doing this that always got her excited, and it usually wasn't the sex bit. Encouraged by the sound, Tig circled her clit with his thumb as she worked over his buttons quickly and dragged his shirt off. Her lips gently massaged his forehead and temple, nibbling at his earlobe and nipping at him gently, making him bark at the sensation. She always liked it when they liked the pain. Her hands reached for his wrists and pinned them above his head, Tig's lips curled into a wicked smile as she squeezed them tight, holding them down against the mattress.
"You like a bit of rough, huh?" He lifted his hips quickly and Swift yelped as the zipper of his flies tore at the bare skin on her thigh. "I can tie you up, baby, I bet you'd like that."
That sounded perfect to her. "Let me," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She kept his arms above him as she leaned back on him, grinding against him as she tugged off her top, unlacing it and shrugging it from her shoulder. Tig's mouth opened as he saw her breasts, swollen and filling her pretty little silk bra. "Let me tie you down, let me ride you." When he hesitated, she lifted her skirt, flashing her matching underwear as she started to roll her hips against his. "Let me fuck you."
God, when she said it like that, there was no way he could say no. Tig wriggled beneath her, reaching behind him. Why wasn't she surprised? He already had two rope restraints strapped to the posts of the bed, he pulled them out for her to take hold of. Swift straddled him, pushing her breasts in his face as she strapped his wrists. Tig snarled as she tied them tight, tighter than he expected for a novice, he wasn't used to the feel of being restricted. He twisted his neck to look at the knots and frowned as he saw that they were flawless.
"You've done this before."
Swift smiled, sliding down his body, rubbing against him as she moved down the bed and climbed off him. "Sure have, sweetheart." Tig watched as she got up and smoothed her skirt back down over her thighs. He tried to sit up but she had bound him good and tight. As he started to struggle to free himself, Swift leaned over him and patted his cheek gently, pushing a kiss onto his mouth. "Don't fight it, baby, you'll only make them tighter."
She got up from his side and knelt down, pulling open the bedside table. She pulled out his handgun and a couple of packets of pills. She paused, lifting them to the light as she looked over them, and popped one onto her tongue teasingly. Tig's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Do you want one?" she asked innocently. She tapped out another one and fed it to him, giggling as he bit her fingers as she pushed the pill into his mouth. Tig spat it out in annoyance as she weighed his gun up in her hands and put it just out of his reach. She crossed the room to his chest of drawers and pulled it open, rustling through it. Her eyes lit up as she spotted a wad of cash in the back, tied tight with a rubber band, and she lifted it out. "Bingo."
Tig laughed, shaking his head as he fought against the rope to try and get at her but she was right, the knots only grew tighter and the rope chafed his skin. "You greedy little bitch."
"It's Swift, actually," she corrected him as she tossed some of his clothes on the floor. Finding nothing else in that drawer, she moved onto another one, emptying it as she looked for anything else she could take. Drugs, cash, jewellery, those were always good for her. There'd always be a dealer at every other gas station, she could get the freebies passed on and turn over quick money before moving on to another hick-filled little town.
"Swift? Like the bird?"
She paused as she rifled through another drawer and looked at him with an amused smirk. "More 'swift' like when you ejaculate prematurely," she teased. She whistled as she pulled out more cash and a couple of nice matching pistols, those would bring a nice price on the street. She lifted them, showing them to him, and nodded as she dropped everything into her handbag. Tig furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her work over the room with strict precision, sifting through every item of clothing, every shelf, every cupboard as she pulled more and more cash out of his hiding places. If he weren't so phenomenally turned on by her downright outrageousness, he would be furious.
"Come on, baby. Just let me go, we can forget this happened and just have fun," he insisted, struggling against the rope cuffs. Swift laughed and leaned over him, grabbing his cock roughly through his pants and squeezing him tightly. Tig groaned as she massaged along his shaft before letting go again.
"I'm having a great time already, thanks," she winked. She gave his balls a slap as she got up and continued on her treasure hunt. Idly, she picked up one of Tig's shirts, his Teller Morrow work shirt, and tossed it on, letting it hang loose before she tied it around her waist, exposing her midriff to him. Tig groaned as his eyes washed over her skin, he wanted to fuck her and kill her all in the same breath.
"You don't know who you're dealing with," he snarled, realising she had no intention of letting him free. Swift shrugged.
"You should be careful, allowing strangers into your home," she suggested as she looked around for anything else to take. Seeing the rings glinting on his fingers, she clambered over him, one leg on either side of his body as she held his hand tight and tugged the three silver rings from him. She weighed them up in her palm, they could be melted down but actually she quite liked them. She put them on her own fingers with deliberate slowness, making a show of it as Tig tried to fight to free himself.
"Nasty bitch," he spat, his eyes glowing. He suddenly felt stone-cold sober as he realised he was being fleeced in his own goddamn home by a woman who had no intention of giving him, well, anything. Swift sat back on her heels, her damp underwear pressed against his bare stomach. "You wait until I find you, I'll teach you a fucking lesson."
"Yes Sir, I look forward to it," she murmured, wetting her lips. She wiggled her fingers at him, showing off his jewellery on her hands. "What do you think?"
"I think I'll take those back from you by the end of tomorrow," he scowled, irate as she bounced on him and stood up on the bed over him, flashing her underwear before hopping off again.
"You'll have to find me first," she teased. "I'd give you my number but… that would probably be unprofessional." She patted his face with her palm and Tig tried to bite her hand but she moved it away quickly. "Thanks for the presents and the beer at your little working men's club, you've been real generous. Oh, and happy birthday."
She rooted through his pockets and flicked through the names before settling on the only one she recognised, Bobby. Leaving it dialling and on speakerphone beside Tig's ear, she winked and saluted as she picked up her bag and tossed it on her shoulder before slipping out the door and into the darkness of the night.