It was midday when she walked into her shop. Lacy's, an upscale adult emporium she had started two weeks ago. Pulling her large black sunglasses away from her vivid green eyes she pursed her lips. Standing 5'5 with a curvaceous body and full C tits, her long black hair spiral curled around her face, and pink halter dress that came to her knees she looked hot. Pulling at the thick black belt she had added around her waist she turned herself and walked towards the back office, ignoring her store manager Michelle the whole way. Closing the door behind her she went and sat behind her desk, shedding her black high heels, slumping back into her chair. Hearing a knock, she opened her eyes as the door opened.
"I know you don't like to be bothered-" A small, pink haired girl walked in cautiously.
"So then why are you bothering me Michelle?" She cut her off.
"Um, well, a woman called the store earlier looking for you. She said it was about the CaraCara meeting tonight." Michelle stammered out.
"And?"
"She said she needed to change where it was, something about meeting at Teller-Morrow in the clubhouse."
Lacy Denali-Capone was 26 years old and the only granddaughter and living female relative of the notorious Al Capone. She had moved to Charming 3 months ago, against her families wishes and started her shop. She had wanted to get away from the mob life and the cops constantly on her doorstep and here she was walking right back into trouble with this damn CaraCara deal.
"Shit. Alright. You can go." Lacy said, ushering the small girl away. Waiting for the door to close, she slammed her hand on her desk. Pulling out her phone she called Ralph and Frankie, the 2 men her father had demanded move out here with her to watch over her.
"Change of plans Frankie. I need you to pick me up at the shop around 8. Have Ralph take my car home. She changed the meeting spot to the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse. I want you with me in case anything happens." Lacy snapped. Not giving him a chance to respond, she hung up. Trying not to think about her meeting with Luann Delaney, she dove head first into the paperwork on her desk.
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It was 8:15 and Frank was pulling the SUV into Teller-Morrow. Hopping out, he came around the car and opened her door for her. Letting him help her out, she saw several eyes on her. She was very out of place. Pulling her file folders with the paperwork closer along with her black clutch she started walking to the clubhouse door, her head held high in confidence. Opening the door to the crowded bar and main room, she stopped to look for Luann, noting several heads turn to look at her and Frankie. Spotting Luann at the bar, sitting next to an older woman with dark hair and blonde streaks, she stepped forward.
"I have a feeling you aren't supposed to be here princess." A snide female voice said to her. Stepping into her path, blocking her, was a thin blonde scantily clad girl. "Why don't you turn yourself around and take your friend with you."
Pulling her hand up to stop Frank from moving forward, she stepped up to the blondes face, staring her in the eyes. "Listen bitch, I came here on business. If you don't back the fuck out of my way I'm going to knock those pretty teeth down the back of your cocking sucking throat, whore." Lacy said dangerously.
"Everything alright here?" Luann's voice asked from behind the blonde. Having seen the look on Lacy's face, she knew she had needed to step in before Ima got hurt.
"Everything is fine dear." Lacy said, moving the blonde twat out of the way, she took a step over to Luann. "This peach was just going back to her job in the corner." She pointed over to the guy getting a blowjob in the dark club corner, causing Luann to laugh. "Let's go talk business shall we?"
Looping her arms into Luann's she guided her back to her seat at the bar without another glance at the blonde. Pulling up a stool, she sat her folders and clutch on the bar and looked up to Luann's friend watching her. Not wanting to have another set of heated words she threw her hand out across the corner of the bar towards the woman.
"Lacy. Lacy Denali-" Her words were cut off as the woman finished her sentence.
"Capone. Shit, I thought Clay was joking when he said she was in town." The woman said, looking at Luann.
"He wasn't." Lacy cut in, not wanting to waste time. She just wanted to get this paperwork done and leave. She knew Frankie was uncomfortable, standing only a few feet from her with his backed turned to her, scanning the crowd for potential threats. "I want you to know that my family has no plans on moving business to this town. I moved here to get away from all that, in fact Mrs.?" She asked, now looking at the woman.
"Call me Gemma. You're a straight to the point kind of girl. I like that." She smiled, sipping her beer. "Want one?" Gemma asked, shaking her empty bottle.
"If you have some whiskey I'll take that." Lacy said, smiling as Gemma waved over a light curly haired guy in a kutt.
"2 beers and a whiskey Half-Sack." Gemma said curtly to him before he quickly ran off. "Damn prospect's too squirrely, I don't like that." She said before turning back to them. "Now, let's discuss this contract Luann told me about."
Half-sack returned a few minutes later as they were deep in conversation. Lacy had laid the paperwork out across the bar, pen in hand showing Luann and Gemma key points in the contract. Sipping her whiskey she let Luann ask questions about billing. Since her shop catered to a lot of different tastes and fetishes Luann wanted to start buying regularly from her. She had brought some of the top girls from CaraCara to the shop to let them look around and see what they thought. The girls had gushed over some of the outfits while others cringed at some of the toys. All in all they had all agreed that this would be their new shop stop. They had discussed accounts for the girls and for the business for quick shopping needs and emergencies and set up regular lube deliveries.
Hearing people start to clap behind them, Lacy turned from Luann signing the contract to see what was going on. A group on Sons had just walked through the door, looking worn out but ready to party. She watched Frankie tense. Turning back to Luann and Gemma, who were clapping, she watched Gemma get up and walk over to the men.
"Boy's just got back from a week long run." Luann explained. There was something she wasn't saying. "Figured you needed a night out and since we were celebrating their return... All you do is work Lacy." She lightly shook Lacy's crossed knees as she looked over at the group of men parting ways to go do their own things.
"Please don't tell me you changed the meeting location to the clubhouse so you could try to hook me up with someone." Lacy groaned, picking up her glass to finish off the whiskey. Hearing several heavy booted footfalls behind her she turned to see a tall grey haired man in a kutt, his arm around Gemma, stop in front of Frankie. Two other Sons pulled up rank behind him. One had shaggy blonde hair while the other had a dark short Mohawk and head tattoos.
"Who the fuck are you?" The grey haired man asked Frankie.
"Stop it Clay. He's with Lacy." Gemma said, slapping at him then pointing over to Lacy. "Her and Luann had some business to handle really quick."
"Girl needs a bodyguard wherever she goes?" The blonde one laughed. "From what I've heard, she needs no bodyguard."
Hating to hear people talk about her, she grabbed the finished paperwork from the bar along with her clutch and thanked Luann before getting down off the stool. Turning on her heel she walked up and around Frankie to look at the men.
"You are very true, however, after hearing several of the stories about this place I felt a lady may need an escort." She said before turning to Frankie. "Go wait in the car, I'll be right behind you." She watched the suited man tense. "Now!" She snapped and he took off walking.
"Damn." The guy with the Mohawk exclaimed.
Now feeling several sets of eyes watching her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them again and glancing around the room, she noticed 2 men on a love seat by the pool table watching her. They were laughing at her snapping at Frankie. Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as the one with short dark curly locked eyes with her she turned back to the group in front of her. Looking up at Clay now, she tried to hide it.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Clay. As I was telling your lovely wife, you have nothing to worry about by me being here." She said bluntly. "Luann has graciously offered to become a permanent and steady buyer and we were just finishing up signing the contract." Lacy said, noting Clay's eyebrows raise as he put two and two together.
"You own that new porn shop?" He asked with a chuckle as Half-Sack walked over and handed him a cold beer.
"Upscale adult emporium." She corrected him, gathering herself. "Now if you will excuse me I need to head out." She said looking at Gemma. "It was a pleasure meeting you Gemma. If you ever need to let off some steam give me a call. I love talking about bitches." She laughed, winking at her.
"Why don't you stick around? The party just got started sweetheart." Gemma told her, releasing Clay to come put her arm around her shoulder. "Go tell that meat head of yours that one of the boys will drive you home later."
Lacy laughed and nodded. She hadn't really gone out since moving here and she hated that. She was used to going clubbing, fancy dinner dates, and shopping the days away in the massive malls back home. Walking outside to the waiting SUV she was going to assert her authority, she knew he was about to fight her on this.
"You can go home Frankie. I'm going to stay. Gemma has offered to get me a ride home later so don't bother waiting up." She told him through the window sternly.
"I don't think that's a good idea." His deep voice boomed.
"I didn't ask your opinion on the matter. Good night." She tossed him the folder and turned on her heel back to the clubhouse.
"I'm calling your father!" She heard him say as she opened the door, letting the loud music escape from the clubhouse.
"You do that." She said to herself as she walked in. Heading back to the bar she saw both the guys from the loveseat talking to Luann who waved her over. Sighing, she made her way back to her stool.
"Lacy, I'd like for you to meet Tig and Happy." Luann smiled, her eyes giving her a look as she pointed to the two men behind her.
"Hello, it's a pleasure." Lacy said, extending her hand out as Luann got down off the stool, grabbing her beer and walking away to find Gemma.
"Not yet it's not."
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