He swung his jean clad leg off his Harley. Boots hitting the pavement he removed his helmet resting it on the handle bar at his side. You could hear the music, feel the base through the ground, see the drunks staggering through the doors. He walked towards the entrance, a hard look stretched across his face, giving the familiar bouncer a firm nod he walked through the doorway. The stench of pussy and booze instantly hitting his senses, but being a Son it was nothing that he wasn't accustomed to, it was practically homey.

Lou's it was a strip bar, cleaner than the Jellybean, the local strip club not known for the best or most hygienic dancers. He there was only one he was here for one dancer. Buck Cherry's Crazy Bitch played through the speakers paretically shaking the walls, barely clothed bodies moved to the beat; hips swaying, hair swinging. Men both intoxicated and sober cheered watching, hypnotized by the movement of the dancers and their exposed bodies. There were plenty of croweaters at the club house, plenty of girls to get his dick wet. Not Zepplin. It wasn't her real name, she was a big rock fan her body could swing perfectly to the rhythm to any guitar, her dark hair swinging back and forth, hands caressing her body. Sure, he had a preference to blondes, but the wild look in her eyes sent his lower body pumping ever since he had seen her his first arrival with Tig. He never came into California without coming to watch her. He wasn't sure why, though he didn't really care.

His eyes scanned the room skipping over the sweaty bodies till he rested on the dark haired dancer wrapped around the pole near the corner of the room. His heavy boots scuffed the floor as he made his way to a table in front of her stage. Her body covered with a thin black lingerie spun around the pole her legs gracefully coming to the ground as a new song began to Undone came through the speakers. Her hips swayed slowly as she moved around the stage, her hands running along her body. She gripped the pole as the music throwing her legs around it she swung up spinning around it before lowering to the ground. His eyes followed her body closley. Her hips were wide, Butt toned, her breast a little more than a handful, her skin designed with ink the black contrasting perfectly with her tanned skin. His stone cold eyes had traced over the art work memorizing the detail. Her thigh, decorated with a traditional pin up of an angel, soft and sexy. Three red roses inked into her right hip ending at her ribs. Rosemary beads wrapped around a revolver covered her left shoulder and a tribal dragon over the back of her right shoulder. Her toned stomach, piercing sparkling in the light. She looked like any other attractive woman really. The way she moved was more graceful than most and her moves clearly showed her flexible body. There was nothing special as to why he drew her attention. Just another good looking woman. She swung her hair up crawling towards him, her dark eyes connecting with his.

She had seen him many times over the months she started dancing. She recognized his eyes dark, mysterious, and cold. Any sane person would have taken the dangerous look of the man as a warning, would have ran at the first site of the leather kutt. Not her... The look in his eyes sent heat through her body. She crawled towards the man stopping at the edge of the stage. She moved to her knees, spreading her thighs she rotated her hips. Pulling the strap of her lingerie down her shoulder slowly she ran a hand through her hair baring her shoulder as she moved her upper body. Her eyes kept contact with his as he lean forward, her blood pounding, heat flowing to her lower body, she licked her lips in anticipation as he slipped a bill into the black lace garter belt around her thigh. His rough fingers skimmed over her skin sensually as he moved back in his seat. Oh god.. Her breath hitched slightly seeing the dark glint in his eyes. A smirk crossed her lips as she moved from the stage, ignoring the other customers and dancers, she swung a leg across his moving into his lap. No surprise, showed on his face only a small smirk in return as his hands gripped her thighs lightly, the no touching the strippers rule forgotten. Not that he looked the type to care. She rolled her hips lightly putting pressure against his groin her fingers skimming against his stomach, nails lightly scraping underneath his shirt. She moved against his crotch, pushing her breast against his chest never breaking eye contact with the man. His fingers skimmed the skin of her thigh moving upwards to grip her hips pulling her towards him. She moved back out of his tatted arms and of his lap to turn around. She bent forward slowly moving her ass and hips against the beat of music blasting through the room, before moving back towards the stage shooting the biker one last glance before she continued with her routine.

He watched her dance for almost an hour sipping his vodka until she exited the stage moving towards the back rooms. He watched her backside as she moved away before he stood to leave like he did every time.

Ryan changed into her regular clothes in the back rooms ignoring the couples in the back with their tongues shoved down each others throat. Looked like they were having fun she thought rolling her eyes. Most men in this bar were sleaze bags, frat boy, and just fat bastards but they paid well and she wouldn't complain. Though, she had been lucky she was friends with Lou, the owner, he was an older man who used to come into the diner she worked in and had always been sweet on her. She told Lou when she started she wouldn't fully undress and she would not do lap dances and after her first night she was glad she had. Though, some were an exception like that had seen the man come in a couple of times over the last three months once with another man but usually alone.

"I'm heading out Lou!" Ryan called out moving towards the exit. She looked towards the older man leaning against the bar and waved. Turning back she opened the door walking out into the parking lot of the strip club. Strip club. How she had ended up here? She couldn't tell you. She was a lousy waitress, wasn't smart enough for college, she needed money and the job was easy. Did make her a slut? In some peoples eyes, yes. She didn't sleep with many people, she could count the number of bed mates on one hand actually, but that didn't mean she didn't like sex. Dancing was easy and wether it was because she was so fucked up in the head or not stripping didn't bother her one bit. Hell, she enjoyed it some times.

She walked across the parking lot, her black heels clicking against the pavement, toward her car. Her keys slipped through her fingers falling to the ground. "Dammit." she muttered bending down to get them. Standing upright she turned hearing the door of the club open behind her, the Son walking through. Her hazel eyes scanned over his predatory form, taking in everything from the tats to the leather. "You know most people call this stalking." She said crossing her arms across her chest. He didn't say anything just stared at her with a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. He was older than her, but in this day and age that wasn't new, but damn she would jump that guy in a second. "Would hate to have to get a dam restraining order." Again nothing. She huffed annoyed. "Okay, silent type, huh? Wanna Give me a name at least?" she asked walking towards the man in leather.

"Happy" She smiled at his voice, deep and raspy, full on sexy.

She let out a short laugh before sticking out her manicured hand. "Alright well. Im Ryan." His calloused hand gripped hers firmly. It felt like an odd introduction considering she had already rubbed up this guy more than once. "So, Happy, are you stalking me?"

He smirked, "Might be."

A small shiver of fear went down her spine but like every warning it was thrown out. The man was scary as hell yet just made him more attractive. Wether it was the Ink, the leather, the harley, or maybe that cold look in his eye that just screamed 'Don't Fuck With Me' she smiled up at him. "Well then, your not very discrete." She bit her lip as an images came into her head looking over his muscled arms. Remember when we said she didn't sleep with many people, that was true she had never even thought of a one night stand before but now her mind was going wild on its own with thoughts of this man in her bed. Maybe she forgot to take her medicine this morning or maybe she was just stupid because the words flew out of her mouth, "So big guy, you wanna get outta here?"