"So," Luann started, settling down at her desk, "how does it feel to be back in front of the camera?"

"Good," Aubree replied, forcing a smile.

"You don't mean that," Luann stated, smiling sadly, "but nonetheless I'm glad you're back."

"It wasn't bad," Aubree started, pulling her long hair up and tying it into a knot atop her head. "It's familiar, it felt good. It's just… not what I thought I'd be doing for the rest of my life."

"I told you, you're a natural. The camera loves you."

Aubree sighed. "Did everything look alright on film? It's been a few years, I'm not as-"

"Stop. You've got a killer bod. And unlike most of the girls here, you haven't pushed out a kid or two. You of all people have nothing to worry about," she paused, shaking her head. "The boys certainly thought you were a knockout."

"Oh?" she asked, right eyebrow raised.

"If I'm not mistaken, I'd say you caught sight of something that struck your fancy."

"Hmmm," Aubree muttered, noncommittally.

"Would have thought Jax would be the one to catch your eye," Luann continued.

Aubree cleared her throat, rapping her fingernails on the desk.

"You can stop playing coy, Aubree. I saw you checking out Chibs."

"He seems nice," she replied, choosing to ignore Luann's pointed accusation. "How old is he?" she asked casually.

"Not quite old enough to be your father. It'd be a stretch, at least," she retorted, smirking.

Aubree laughed, shaking her head. "He's handsome. In decent shape for his age," she observed, smiling.

"He's aged better than some of the older ones in the club. Put on some weight," Luann offered, shrugging, "But who hasn't?"

"Looks pretty fit to me," Aubree retorted, shrugging. "He looks strong."

"He was trimmer when he was younger. You should have seen him when he first showed up here, fresh out of Belfast," Luann elaborated, grinning. "Obviously I was Otto's old lady, but goddamn."

Aubree nodded, toying with the hem of her dress. "Any particular reason you're so determined to have me mingling with the club?"

Luann shrugged. "Like I said. You need to get back out there. Meet a man who'll treat you right."

"Chris was-"

"Don't," Luann interrupted, sighing. "Don't defend him. I wouldn't be so quick to forget the marks he put on you. A real man would never raise a hand to his woman."

Aubree remained silent, eyes misting. "I know," she whispered, biting her lip.

"Chibs seemed quite taken with you. You should pursue him. Chat him up at the club. He'll like that."

"What makes you say that?" she queried.

"He was eyeing you up, Aubree. He definitely liked what he saw."

"Like any man wouldn't be in a porn studio," she retorted, rolling her eyes. "It's in their nature to gawk when tits are on display."

"He wasn't outright complimenting you, that's a sign if there ever was one."

"What do you mean?" Aubree asked, frowning.

"Chibs is as red-blooded as any other man, if he sees a piece of ass he finds attractive, he'll let her know. But when it comes to gals he fancies, he plays it close to the vest."

"But you said he was eyeing me up…"

"Yes, he was. But he wasn't making lewd comments. And he stopped Tig when he was prying about your personal business. He fancies you, honey. I've known Chibby a long time… it'd be nice to see him settled down with a nice girl. Someone like you."

"So he's going to be at the clubhouse tonight?" Aubree asked, eyebrow raised.

"Of course he will be, darling. He doesn't have an old lady, not really. He's always hanging around."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, frowning.

"Nothing," Luann retorted, shrugging. "So you'll go?"

"Yes, I said I would, didn't I?"

"And you'll talk to Chibby?" Luann pressed.

Aubree rolled her eyes. "If he's not up to his eyes in crow eater pussy, I'll surely exchange pleasantries with him," she retorted.

"And here I thought you weren't accustomed to MC club culture," Luann noted, smirking.

"I worked for an old lady for five years, I'd hope I would have picked up something about MC life during that time," Aubree retorted, shrugging.


Obediently, Aubree followed Luann into the Sons clubhouse, making a beeline for the bar. Luann followed her, motioning for her best friend, Gemma, to follow suit.

"So is this the gorgeous redhead these idiots have been blathering about all afternoon?" Gemma asked, eyeing her up and down.

"Aubree," she offered, extending her hand to the brunette.

"New talent?" Gemma asked, turning to Luann.

"Old talent. She used to work for me… and has made her triumphant return to Cara Cara," Luann said proudly, squeezing her shoulder.

Aubree rolled her eyes, cringing. Christ, this is embarrassing.

"Why don't you get yourself a drink, Aub. I need to discuss something with Gemma," Luann suggested, shooting Aubree a pointed look.

Aubree nodded. "Sure."

"Sack, get the girl whatever she wants," Gemma barked, getting the attention of the young man standing behind the bar. "Prospect," she offered, shrugging.

"What can I get you…" the man asked, offering Aubree an appreciative look.

"It's Aubree. Whiskey on the rocks would be fine, dear," she replied, offering him a weak smile.

"You're one of Luann's girls?" he asked, placing the drink before her.

"Yup," she agreed, sighing heavily. She brought the glass to her lips, taking a deep sip. Heaven. Two gulps later and the glass was empty. She shoved the glass toward the man, looking at him expectantly.

"Another?" he asked.

"Just keep them coming," she muttered, arms resting heavily on the bar.


"So what's her story?" Gemma asked, nodding towards the redhead seated at the bar.

Luann sighed, shaking her head. " She used to work for me a couple years back. She's having a rough time, so I brought her back on."

Gemma's eyebrows rose, waiting for Luann to elaborate.

"She's a smart girl. Well-educated. I'm proud of her, she wasn't the stereotypical, 'I'm just doing this to pay my way through school' girl. She was the real deal, even went to law school. She made something of herself, until some scumbag ruined it for her," Luann continued, frowning.

"What happened?"

"She got disbarred. She tampered with evidence for the prick. He left her. She won't admit it, but she's heartbroken."

"So you're playing matchmaker," Gemma said, shaking her head. "Anyone in mind? She looks about Juice's age. They might make a nice pair," she offered.

Luann shook her head. "She's already got her eyes on someone," she retorted.

"Who? Jax?"

Luann shook her head. "I thought she'd go for him, but no."

"Don't make me guess, who is it?" Gemma asked.

Luann smirked, nodding her head in Chibs' direction, who was sitting with Tig and a few sweetbutts, having a drink.

"Chibs?" Gemma asked, eyebrow raised in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. She admitted to it. She thinks he's handsome," Luann affirmed.

"Think he'll go for it?" Gemma asked, curious.

"He certainly seemed interested in her. I saw the way he was eyeing her up at the studio."

The two glanced back the the redhead, observing her as she sat alone at the bar. "Not much for socializing, is she?" Gemma observed.

Luann rolled her eyes. "She's not exactly the typical sweetbutt, Gem. Even you must recognize that."

Gemma nodded. "She's got too much pride, I can see that. She's certainly putting those drinks away, isn't she?"

"Maybe I should go sit with her," Luann said, frowning. "I wanted her to let loose, have a good time."

"Or we could have Chibs join her," Gemma suggested.

"Gemma, don't," Luann laughed, shaking her head.

"What? You said he was checking her out. I'm just going to get him moving is all," she retorted, rising to her feet and striding towards Chibs.

"Chibs," Gemma greeted him, taking a seat beside Tig.

"Hello, mother. What's going on?" he asked, grinning.

"I heard you boys joined Luann on set today. Have a good time?" she asked, feigning casualness.

"Aye," he affirmed, waving the sweetbutt beside him away.

"So you met the new girl?" Gemma asked.

Tig nodded. "I would kill to get a taste of that ginger snatch," he said earnestly, winking at Gemma.

"She was asking about you," Gemma said, addressing Chibs.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm," Gemma replied, nodding. "In fact, there she is over at the bar, all by her lonesome. Maybe you could go say hello, keep her company," she continued, shooting him a pointed look.

"Perhaps I will," Chibs agreed, rising to his feet.


Five drinks later, her vision began to blur, much to her relief. She brought the glass to her lips, savoring the taste of another sip.

"Everything alright?"

Aubree froze, suddenly aware someone was speaking to her. "What?" she asked dumbly, shaking her head in an effort to clear her thoughts.

Chibs observed her for a moment, a vague look of concern etched on his face. "You've been sitting here alone pounding back whiskey like it's water," he observed, taking a sip from his own glass.

"I'm celebrating," she replied cryptically, taking a deep sip from her glass. "My triumphant return to porn."

Chibs frowned, taking a seat at the bar to her right. "I don't think its customary to celebrate alone, lass."

Aubree grinned, turning to face him. "So why don't you join me?" she asked seductively, placing a hand high up on his left thigh.

His eyebrows rose but he said nothing, reaching for his glass.

"Cheers," she smirked, clinking her glass to his.


"So how long have you been in the states?" Aubree asked, leaning closer into Chibs' personal space as she took another sip of her drink.

"It's been years, now," he replied, shrugging.

"You like it here?"

"What's not to like?" he smirked, snaking an arm around her waist.

"Want to know something?" she asked, smirking back.

"What is it?"

Aubree leaned forward, pressing her lips close to his ear. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered, abandoning her own chair to climb into his lap.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm," she affirmed, draping her arms around his neck.

Chibs smirked, apparently quite pleased with himself.

"Luann said you guys would show me a good time…. don't you want to show me a good time?" she asked, challenging him.

"You sure you want this, little girl?" he asked, carefully observing her. "You've had quite a bit to drink."

"I've wanted it since I saw you at the studio," she assured him, pupils blown out with lust. "It's been a while… since anyone caught my eye."

"You don't say," Chibs retorted, draining the contents of his glass.

"Do you want me?" she asked, twirling a strand of her red hair around her finger.

"God yes," he affirmed.

"Have you seen my films, Chibby?" she asked, grabbing his still filled glass and taking a sip.

"Can't say I have," he admitted, taking the glass from her hand and taking a sip.

"I like it rough. Think you can handle that?" she asked, pulling the glass from his hand.

"Whatever you want, lass.

"Do you want me?" she pressed, taking another gulp of his drink.

"What do you think?" he asked dryly, his free hand teasing further up her thigh, under the skirt of her dress.

"Luann said you liked what you saw, watching me work," Aubree laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Aye, lass. You're gorgeous."

Smirking, Aubree placed her hand over his, guiding him further up her skirt, rubbing his fingers against her now damp underwear. She shot him a lustful look, lips pressed into a pout.

"I've got a room back in the dorms," he quipped, taking her hint.

"Lead the way," she smirked, rising to her feet.