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Juice had seen the brunette before. That tight little body, that long, dark hair. Those legs. And he definitely remembered the mouth. He'd seen it wrapped around more than a few popsicles and dicks in his time. On screen that is. He hardly knew how he could have missed it, she was Lucy Hunt and he'd definitely watched more than a few of her movies, the girl was very...talented. With all that access to free porn on the rare occasion the pussy wasn't biting, it wasn't a surprise he now recognized her, even without some other girls' face between her legs. She'd looked completely different at the diner with her hair pulled back, clothes on, and no make up, her voice quiet and meek instead of spouting dirty talk in a breathy, sultry tone. But now, hair tumbling down around her shoulders in waves, made up face, the sparkly blue dress that didn't leave all that much to the imagination, Juice was quickly able to identify exactly who she was. She didn't exactly look like the typical porn queen in a neon polyester dress, but Juice thought she looked beautiful, and it wasn't a word he used to describe women much.

Still she wasn't at all what he'd expected, not that he really knew how he thought she would have been just from seeing her take it on screen. But she seemed smaller in person, quiet. She sat at the bar sipping from what looked like a bourbon straight while she peered around the room awkwardly, quick to shake her head and put her hands up defensively whenever a guy approached her with that look of lust in his eye.

It was intriguing to Juice, to see someone who did what she did for a living standing silently in the corner of her own wrap party while everyone else seemed to be having a pretty hardcore, drunken time. From what he'd encountered already, the Caracara girls all partied as hard as SAMCRO, snorted coke and screwed as many guys off screen as on. But no, Lucy seemed tired. Maybe she'd had a long day and the asshole at the diner had gotten to her more than she'd wanted to let on. Maybe she was just over the dozens of guys trying to get her in the sack for the night. Whatever it might have been though had ignited Juice's curiosity.

"Come on baby," the croweater whispered, sitting on his lap while he remained distracted, stealing glimpses of Lucy, "We can head out back, I'll take care of you."

Juice had never been one to say no to a good time, especially when it was coming from a half-naked sweetbutt offering to cater to his every beck and call. But he couldn't take his eyes off the brunette pornstar standing reluctantly to the side, wondering about more than how different she looked in person.

He pushed the pierced blonde off him without a word as she tried to slide a hand down his jeans, earning a huff of disappointment he ignored. Juice then began to walk towards Lucy, beer in one hand, smoke in the other, oblivious to every other girl who appeared to latch herself onto him as he wandered the fourteen feet over, approaching her from behind slowly and tapping her on the shoulder.

"Just because I have sex on screen for money doesn't mean I want to fuck you," she said without turning around, clearly over getting hit on the whole night.

He wanted to pull her around to face him, but he didn't want to seem like just another arrogant, idiot, brute in a cut. Instead, he tapped her again, or at least tried to.

"Look the answer is n..." she began frustratedly as she grabbed his hand off her and spun around, "Oh shit."

"It's Lucy right?" Juice asked with a groan, grasping the fingers she'd managed to almost crush as he leaned in to hear her.

"Shit, sorry," she apologized as she smiled warmly, trying to talk over the music and rowdy crowd, "Yeah it is, I didn't catch your name earlier."

"Juice," he yelled over the music.

"But you've already got a beer," she replied confusedly.

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh in the hope that the misunderstanding didn't mean she was a total loss.

"No, it's my name," he corrected, pointing toward himself with a thumb, "Juice."

Lucy peered back at him with an embarrassed look on her face, "My bad, of course it it. You'll have to forgive me, long fucking day. I swear to God all us porn stars are not airheads."

"You wanna go outside?" Juice asked hopefully, barely able to hear her over the music.

She looked at him skeptically, raising an eyebrow and looking him up and down before she grabbed her glass and nodded agreeably.

Any other guy she would have told to fuck off, but there was something about Juice that made Lucy feel safe, and it wasn't just the whole pistol whipping someone for her thing. When he was engaged with club shit Juice felt dangerous, like he'd be able to rip your head off with a single punch. Lucy picked up on that, and it frightened her just a little. The guns and the ease with which he could whip one out and point it at someone's head, the way he could beat the shit out of someone without caring what'd happen to them after. But then there was the way he'd held onto her hand to guide her out through the crowded club house, looked at her face when he talked and how he'd kneeled down to ask if she was okay at the diner. There was a child-like innocence there, a naivety. Maybe just a little slow on the uptake, but he seemed smart at the same time. She'd known him for less than a couple hours, spoken less than a couple dozen words to him, but already she felt something spark in the pit of her stomach.

Lucy hadn't been stupid enough not to notice the girls hanging off him. The club bought power, she knew that, and chicks dug power or at least they did in her world. And she was cautious enough, despite her intuition about the guy, to know that she definitely wasn't going to just be another girl sucking off a SAMCRO patch in the bathroom, even if he wanted her to be.

"So you're a pornstar," Juice said, leading Lucy up to the roof and taking a seat as they looked down at the raging party, trying and failing to begin the conversation with a sense of charm, "How long you been doing it for?"

Lucy took the last mouthful from her bourbon and gulped it down, feeling the liquid burn its way down her throat before she placed the empty glass on the ground next to her.

"Well I've been doing it for seven years. But on camera? Five."

She smiled at her own joke as a grin washed across Juice's lips, trying to ease into the exchange with a sense of humour to stop him feeling like an asshole for it being the first thing he asked her. Besides, she liked being able to laugh about it. Porn was an awkward enough career discussion as it was and the way Lucy figured there was no need to make it even weirder by getting all serious.

"Sorry," Juice replied awkwardly, "First thing that came into my head."

His smile was warm, Lucy noted, cheeky but sweet and apologetic. And she couldn't help but notice the cut and the tattoos poking out from the pushed-up sleeves of his shirt. She'd never met a guy like this one, who looked in her eyes and not at her tits when he spoke and smiled instead of licking his lips. And she'd definitely never been attracted to a biker-looking dude before, which she knew she was to Juice when the smell of cigarettes didn't make her want to run a hundred miles in the opposite direction.

"No sweat," she shrugged, "It's not like you're the first to ask. It's just sex right? We both do shit we're not supposed to do for a living. You sell guns and shoot guys, I uh...well I guess I sell sex and fuck guys. And girls."

It took a lot to rattle Juice, but her openness and indifference about working in porn when most people either wanted to say nothing, praise it or condemn it caught him off guard.

"How did you know we...," Juice began to ask, wondering how she knew the guys sold guns when she had no connection to the club other than working for Otto's old lady.

"Sell guns?" Lucy added, finishing his sentence for him, "Caracara's small. Walls are thin. Easy to overhear."

"You don't seem freaked out by it," Juice mentioned casually.

She shrugged coolly, "It isn't really my business, and even if it was, there's worse shit that goes on in this world than trying to make a buck from selling illegal firearms."

A girl with that body who he knew was great in bed, wasn't an idiot and also didn't give a shit about the supposed immorality of the club? Where had she been all Juice's life?

"And about what you do?" he asked.

"Its my job. I don't go around broadcasting it, but there's no point in being ashamed," she said with a polite smile, looking toward the party and speaking in an even softer voice, "I know how people see me Juice. And it's okay, it's part of the gig."

A couple minutes of silence passed as Lucy rubbed her arms looking for warmth and Juice sculled down the rest of his beer, finishing his cigarette before he stubbed it out and flicked it off the ledge.

"The diner," he began to ask, "You gotta deal with that stuff all the time? I mean, guys like that."

She bit her lip and smirked, moving her gaze back towards his, "Look around honey. These guys, they might not grab a girls wrist or use force, but they're all thinking the same thing that guy was when they look at girls like me: free pussy."

Juice didn't know what to say, he did know though that for the most part she was right. Croweaters, sweetbutts, that's all they were to the patch. Sure the club took care of them in return, but they weren't exactly respected or privy to any information that was worth anything to anybody. And porn chicks, the whole club thought of Caracara as an all you could eat pussy buffet. Maybe that was why Lucy interested Juice. She wasn't giving it away for free or hanging around non-stop like Ima or some of the other girls did. She didn't really seem to care whether or not the club liked her. Though open she still seemed guarded like she didn't want to be vulnerable, but that didn't turn her into a snotty bitch and instead she was still mellow and sweet. He nodded in acknowledgement before she turned to him and gently put a hand on his leg.

"This business affords you a lot of things. Notoriety, the ability to fake coming like a pro, a full working knowledge of some pretty amazing and disgusting bodily functions. Good money. But not really anyone you can trust or talk to. I don't have people. So thank you for sticking up for me today, you didn't have to do that."

With that she cautiously leaned in, placing a gentle but lingering kiss on his lips, their eyes still open as they stared at each other intently. Before Juice could even attempt to shove his tongue into her mouth she pulled away slowly.

"Just wanted to let you know it doesn't go unnoticed," she whispered into his ear, "Thank Chibs and the others for me too."

Lucy stood up and began to walk toward the stairs, wanting to go back inside to get her jacket before heading home.

"Lucy," Juice called out, standing up to follow behind her, "Maybe I could take you out some time?"

"Bikers do dates?" she questioned with skepticism and the faintest hint of a laugh, "Dinner and a movie doesn't really seem like your style."

"Well I'd invite you to another club party, but it doesn't really seem like your scene," he replied, shoving his hands into his pockets.

She smiled again at his insight. Lucy could party with the best of them if she was in the right mood, tonight she just hadn't been. But thanks to the rooftop company and conversation with Juice, she was glad she'd tagged along after all.

"Got a pen?" she asked before Juice frantically padded his pockets down, failing to find one.

"Or your phone?" she offered, trying to find any little place she could write down her number. Just in case he felt like calling and all.

He shook his head regretfully on both accounts, "Shit, both must be down in the clubhouse."

"Drop by Caracara sometime?" Lucy suggested, "Maybe you could take me for a ride on your Harley...unless that's like sacrilege or something?"

"No! I'd love to take you for a Harley ride. Monday?" Juice beamed as Opie and Chibs walked past Lucy to join him on the roof, probably trying to escape some of the crazier girls.

"Jesus, I'll be careful not to sit on a wet spot aye sweetheart?" Chibs joked causing Opie to snicker with laughter, the both of them drunkenly assuming Juice had done what good SoA were supposed to and banged his brunette, pornstar companion on the roof.

"Monday sounds perfect," Lucy replied, glancing at the other guys before leaning in and kissing Juice hard on the mouth. Tongue. Just the right amount of force. And a playful bite to his bottom lip as she lifted her lips off his.

"I had a great time with you. Goodnight Juice," she smiled mischievously before winking at Opie and Chibs, "Night boys."

She could hardly have left Juice there with a kiss on the cheek while the other two were watching. They never would have let him hear the end of it, especially doing what she did. No, it would have been a total blow to the ego.

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