Heehee! The next few chapters are going to be just naughty naughty naughtyness, for all our boys! Review and let me know how you like!
Daryl shouldn't have worried about Amber carrying weapons to The Lollipop. The dress she was wearing left absolutely no where to hide anything.
It was gunmetal grey silk, barely covering her breasts, only held up by some spaghetti straps that wound up and behind her neck. The skirt was long, extending to the tips of her shoes, hiding her scarred knee. But when Daryl stepped to her side he groaned. The skirt was slit on both sides, all the way up to her hips. And the shoes...the mother fuckin shoes. They were super high heels (what Amber called 'hooker heels') held to her feet by thin black leather straps that wound across the top of her feet and around her ankles. But that wasn't the real problem. The real problem was that the leather straps continued up from there, criss crossing theirselves around her legs, winding across her flesh up to the point the slits of the dress ended. Daryl had the sudden image of himself fucking her while she wore those damn shoes.
"You're killin me." he muttered, running a hand over his face.
Amber chuckled, "What do you think about the back?"
Daryl looked up, he had been so involved with the shoes he hadn't even gotten to her back yet. His ink was on display for all to see. The dress was backless, from where the spaghetti straps tied behind her neck, all the way to where the silk ran across her ass, a couple inches below the tips of her wings. He was positive the fabric began again just a scant fraction of a millimeter above where the crack of her ass started.
"I'm gonna end up cuttin some bastard t'night, that's what I think." Daryl said resolutely, tracing his fingertips over his Demon name where it lie between her shoulder blades.
Amber chuckled as gooseflesh popped up over her back at his touch. "No you're not. It's a strip club, they'll be women there with nothing on but a g-string. Nobody's going to notice me but you."
"They fuckin better not." Daryl mumbled, distracted. He was looking between the top of the slits over her hips and the low back of the dress. He wondered what kind panties she would have to be wearing to pull that off, especially with how the silk draped over her ass. The most probable answer was making him hard.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Desperado." She looked him over when he stepped back around her. Daryl was wearing one of his new pairs of black jeans, the black boots she had given him, one of his black tees, his leather jacket with his colors on over it.
Daryl shrugged. "All black, jus like mother fuckin death." he said with a smirk, bringing back what she had said in anger the first time she saw him take on the Demon look, as a prospect that day in Norm and Kaye's driveway.
Amber grinned, shaking her head. "Not death, a Demon. My Demon." She picked up her wrap off the couch, it was black silk as was her small purse, coordinating with the dress instead of matching. His mark lay just above her breasts in silver and diamonds, a pair of large hoop earrings hanging almost to her shoulders. Her mother and Kaye had picked her and Beth up that morning for a shopping trip to get what they said were "appropriate" clothes and accessories for that night's excursion. Daryl didn't know whether to be pissed at the older 'angels' or eternally grateful.
Daryl stepped up to Amber as soon as she secured the wrap around her shoulders, one hand on the back of her neck and the other on the bare skin of her lower back. He kissed her hard and fast, Amber responding instantly. He was just about to slide his hand down over her ass to confirm her underwear status when a horn honked from the front yard. Sugar immediately sat up from where she was sleeping on the couch to bark and scramble for the door.
"Hush!" Daryl said impatiently, releasing a grinning Amber to grab her cane from where it lay against the wall. He looked at her with a frown. "Ya ain't sposed ta be wearin shoes like that yet."
She shrugged, hooking her free hand around his elbow. "Can't wear flats with a dress like this. I guess I'll just have to hold on to you all night."
"Yeah, ya do that. I best see yore ass right beside me ever time I look for ya."
"Oh, Desperado. If you behave yourself, you might get to see more than just my ass. Now let's go. It's show time!"
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"Ya cold, Lil' Sugar?" Merle asked over his shoulder, with a grin. He was driving one of the two black Cadillac Escalades Barry had rented for the evening. Projecting image was a big part of the new way he was wanting to lead the club.
"Turn the fuck around and drive!" Daryl pulled Amber's wrap over her breasts, her tight nipples obvious through the thin fabric of her dress.
"Behave Merle!" Beth agreed, slapping him on the arm. She sat in the passenger seat next to him. Her dress was silk too, all the women's were. Debra wanted them to look like a cohesive unit with their men. Beth's dress was royal blue, perfectly accenting her blue eyes and blonde hair. Since she hadn't taken Merle's wings yet the back was high, but the front was cut down between her breasts. The skirt was short. Amber had already seen Merle's right hand leave the steering wheel a couple times to slide over the younger woman's thigh.
Daryl put his arm around Amber's shoulders as he smoked with the other. He caught a glimpse of the Merle's sniper rifle and the Mossberg shotgun he preferred in the third row seat.
"What tha hell are the long guns doin in here? I thought this was just a damn meetin?"
"Relax, bro. Sarge thought it would be good to have some insurance, just in case." Merle said.
"Damn! I told y'all we shoulda left them at home!" Daryl's arm tensed around Amber's shoulder.
"Yeah, and how did leavin the women behind work for us last summer?"
Daryl shut up then. Merle had dealt him a low blow, bringing that up but it was the truth. Leaving the women behind was what got them taken.
Merle waited a minute before he began to fill Daryl in on what their president and sergeant told him when they dropped the Escalade off at his place. They now rode in the matching one in front of them. The Lollipop was in a neighboring town, about a half hour away. The pres wanted everyone "cool as ice" (Merle's term not Barry's) from the second they stepped out of the vehicles until they pulled away. That meant no starting fights (finishing them was a given, cool is one thing, being a pussy is another) and no getting drunk. Barry and Norm would go in the back to meet with the president of the Cannibals and his second. The Demon's women were not to leave their men's sides the whole night. If they had to go to the bathroom, they would go with another woman, a Demon waiting just outside the door to escort them back to their table. Daryl and Merle were to sit in the back of the club, to either side of the doors of the meeting room, making sure there were no surprises.
"Oh, and bro? One last little surprise." Merle paused for a minute, a mischievous grin on his face as he parked the Escalade in front of the strip club.
"Yeah, what's that?" Daryl asked absent mindedly
"Our dear hosts always buy all their guests a lap dance. A little welcome present."
Daryl's head shot up, Amber snorting beside him as she fastened her wrap and checked the contents of her purse.
"Fuck no, that ain't happenin!"
Merle shook his head. "Sorry, Sarge says ya can't refuse. It's just damn rude, don't ya know? You'd had ta start a shoot out just cause ya couldn't handle some titties and a g."
Daryl flung open his door and slammed it behind him, shoving his gun in the back of his pants, under his jacket and colors. He stomped over to Amber's door, giving her a glare as he helped her out. She just grinned back.
"And you're okay with that?" he hissed in her ear as she slid out of the vehicle.
She nodded. "Daryl, it's like the club. You can look, just not touch. I know who you're going to be fucking like an animal when you leave here."
He just gaped at her. Amber was unbelievable, he just couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing. He'd only had one lap dance in his life, she being the one who gave it to him. And that HAD ended with him fucking her like an animal in the bed of his truck.
The joined the others at the front door of the club. All the Demon's were dressed the same. Debra's dress was cut like Beth's except it was jet black with an open back. Kaye's resembled Amber's, the color blood red. Both older women admired the younger's pendants. Merle had gotten Beth one with his mark, a set of balanced scales in silver, an onyx stone on one side, a pearl on the other. It clearly symbolized the weighing of good against evil. Amber wondered for a second which brother had copied which on the ideas for the necklaces but then decided it didn't matter.
Barry stepped through the front door of the club first, Debra on his arm. Norm and Kaye followed behind. Daryl took a deep breath as he and Amber stepped through the doors.
"Cool as ice, baby." she murmured to him under her breath. "Just follow Daddy and Norm's lead."
He nodded once and then straightened up, squaring his shoulders as he followed Norm's colors in to the club, Amber's hand securely in his arm. Inside he was a thunderstorm of thought. Daryl Dixon was not a man that could be described with the words "cool as ice". He ran hot, physically and emotionally, his fists his chosen way of answering instead of his mouth.
Merle brought up the rear with Beth as usual. He preferred the position so he could keep an eye on the whole situation. He was the one that looked at home at a place like this. The music was so loud they would have to yell to be heard, the darkness disorienting. The lights were playing over the dancers, women in nothing but g-strings either working poles on the stage, surrounded by men at the small tables that took up most the floor or giving lap dances in the darker corners of the room. Daryl pushed the thought that he would have to be one of those men here shortly (as Amber watched) out of his head. Norm and Barry pushed through the crowd, most people moving once they saw their colors. They went all the way to the opposite side of the club, Daryl not liking how far they were from the door. He didn't want to get cornered, especially with Amber with him. He had to fight to not roll his eyes when he realized the song that was playing. There was not a doubt in his mind that Barry had paid off the DJ before they came in, wanting to make one of his famous good impressions. The Demons were making their entrance to the club to AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell'. Daryl could practically feel Merle's grin burning into the back of his head.
They ended up against the back wall, in front of a set of double doors with a sign that said "Private. Admittance by Invitation Only." A huge security guard stood to one side, moving to push open the door as soon as he saw Barry. Norm turned for a second, looking to Daryl and then at a table that sat empty on one side of the door on the other side of a half wall, then he looked at Merle and the corresponding table on the other side. They both nodded back, splitting up to take their seats as the sergeant at arms ushered his wife through the doors after Barry and Debra.
Daryl relaxed a little once he sat Amber at the table and took his own seat. This set up was good, better than what he was expecting despite the distance from the door. His table was in a small area like a booth separated from the main floor by a waist high half wall, the double doors to the meeting room just on the other side of the wall to his left. Merle's mirrored it across the way. Nobody could come or go out of that room without coming directly between them, close enough for them to reach out and touch. He knew what this little set up was really for. Dancers could come back here with the higher paying customers to give private dances (and probably other things if enough money was involved) with the half walls still allowing security to make sure the dancers were safe and willing. All Daryl cared about was it gave him and his some cover and the element of surprise if shit went down.
He was still committing the layout of the place to memory when he heard Amber order their drinks from a waitress that was wearing little more than the dancers. She turned and propped her elbow on the back of her seat, a hand on his thigh under the table.
"Have you even taken a breath since we walked in here, Desperado?" she leaned over and said in his ear to be heard over the music.
Daryl gave her a scowl. "Tryin ta keep my shit together. Make sure ever body gets outta here a'ight. Yer fuckin welcome."
Amber chuckled, patting his leg. "Baby, Mama says these things almost always go fine. Everybody gets a lap dance, drinks a little, daddy and Norm get in a pissing contest with the other club just so they can come out with their asses in a knot. Then you all get to go home and count your bullets, or arrows in your case. If they were going to pull shit, this ain't the place to do it."
Daryl didn't hear anything after "almost always". He really wished he knew what had happened during the exception to the rule. The waitress brought their regular drinks along with the bottle of whiskey and a shot glass that she sat next to Daryl's bottle of beer. He gave Amber a look but the waitress spoke before he could say anything.
"You do know you have a prepaid lap dance, right honey?"
Daryl opened his mouth but Amber spoke up. "Yes ma'am. Does he get to pick the dancer?"
He couldn't believe how calm and collected she was acting. He would have to make sure to ask Amber exactly how she got so comfortable in damn strip clubs later.
"Yes, the dancer and the song if he wants. I'll come back in a few to take his picks after he's had a few to look the girls over."
Then she left and Amber looked up at Daryl expectantly. She motioned to the dancers around the room. "Which one do you like best?"
She was fucking nuts if she thought he was answering that question. "Uhuh, girl. Only woman I want shakin her titties in m'face is sittin at this table."
Amber laughed and wiggled her finger at him in a 'you sly dog' gesture. "Smart answer, Desperado. But if you don't pick, then I will."
He shrugged. "Knock yaself out. Song too. You and ya daddy both seem ta have a knack for it."
Amber giggled and nodded. "You caught that huh? Big bad bikers coming in to the biker song of all biker songs."
She scooted closer to Daryl, laying her head against his arm as she perused the dancers. She finally pulled his arm around her shoulders, leaning against his chest as she looked. Daryl almost pulled it back, that was his gun hand and she was blocking his reach for the Eagle. But he liked having her this close when he was this tense, it helped knock down his racing heart rate a notch or two. He looked over at Merle, who just raised his shot glass in a toast with a grin before knocking it back as Beth sat in his knee. He was pointing out different women around the room to her, obviously asking her input about his choice of dancer. Daryl really wondered how his brother ended up with all the coolness.
Amber sat up a little, pointing across the room. "How about that one?" she was gesturing to a brunette dancer across the room who was working one of the poles.
"Whatever."
"Lots of tits and ass there, Desperado. Long dark hair."
Daryl looked down at her with a frown. "Are ya really sittin here checkin out another woman's tits? Yer fuckin nuts, ya know that?" His cock must have been fucking nuts too, because it was responding, getting hard at the thought of Amber doing that, picking a woman for him to look at. Damn traitor dick.
"So she's alright?"
"She ain't wearin my ink."
Amber sighed in frustration. "I'm picking her."
"Fine." Daryl pulled Amber against his chest, kissing the top of her head quickly. "Ain't wantin ta make ya mad, girl. Just fuckin weird."
Amber looked up at him with a small smile. "It doesn't have to be. I'm okay with it really." She started sliding her hand up the inside of his thigh. "I think it's hot. As long as you go home with me, you can look all you want. I trust you." She played her hand over the fly of his jeans and Daryl had to concentrate to keep himself from jumping. Amber's grin widened. "Apparently part of you thinks it's hot too. So if you relax and enjoy this dance, I PROMISE I'll reward you for it later."
Daryl took a long pull off his beer. "How ya gonna do that?"
Amber leaned up her lips on his ear. "Let's put it this way. I'm not wearing any panties."
Daryl grabbed the bottle of whiskey, pouring a shot with trembling hands before slamming it back. "I gotta keep my eyes open girl. I can't fuck around here." he warned.
"You'll be fine I promise."
The waitress returned then and Amber pointed toward the dancer she had picked. "Can we have that one, the one on the pole over there?"
"Sure, honey. That's Nikki, she's real good. He pick a song?"
Amber nodded, telling her the song and the performer. Daryl recognized it, having heard it a few times at bars and parties Merle had drug him to. It wasn't the type of thing you heard on the radio, the language being too much. His girl was fuckin nuts, that's all there was to it. The waitress left, promising Nikki would be there in five minutes.
Daryl looked down at Amber as she took a drink of her whiskey. "You enjoyin yaself?"
She nodded. "Yes, I am. You should to. Quit being so damn nervous."
"Yer enough ta make anybody nervous."
Amber pulled Daryl's cigarettes out of his vest and lit him one. "Here baby, I think you're going to need this."
He smoked for the next few minutes while Amber drank and watched the people in the club. Then Nikki slipped through the half door, wearing only a black g-string, her breasts bouncing as she walked on her five inch platform heels. Daryl was suddenly trying to find everywhere else to look. She smiled when she saw Amber.
"Hi." she said, as if this was a casual encounter at the grocery store. "I'm Nikki!"
Daryl just gave her a nervous nod, wiping his sweaty palms on the thighs of his jeans. He had no clue as to the proper etiquette in this situation.
"Hey, I'm Amber and this is Daryl." Amber replied for them both. She scooted a little behind Daryl, putting her hand on his thigh to nudge him to turn away from the table and toward the clear area in the center of the booth. She got him to open his knees.
"Open up your legs baby." Amber murmured in his ear, voice turning husky. "LAP dance, right?"
He slowly complied, sure he was going to lose it before this was over. Nikki stood between his thighs, looking down at him with a grin. "You ever have a lap dance before, darlin?"
"Yeah, he has." Amber said slowly. "And he LOVED it."
"Good. Now I'm payed up for full service, so what's good for you guys?"
Amber looked up. "Just don't touch him." she slid her hand up Daryl's chest and he fought to keep his cigarette in his mouth. "That's my job."
"Cool." Nikki's hands moved down over the ties of the g-strings on her hips. "So full frontal?"
Amber chuckled when she heard the sound Daryl made in his throat. "Sure honey." Nikki slipped out of her panties, then standing in front of him, her sex exposed.
"Oh, good." Amber cooed in his ear. "She shaves, just like me baby. I think it's expected in a place like this. You like that."
The opening bass drum beat of Kid Rock's "So Hott" began to pound and Nikki leaned over and put her hands on the back of Daryl's chair so that her full round breasts were only inches from his face. He knew this was as close as he was ever going to get to a threesome. In fact, this was probably a bit closer than he would have ever admitted to himself that he would want. God, he loved Amber, only wanted her to touch him, ever. But this was...just so wrong that his body was responding. Honestly, the hottest part was that she was okay with it. He could smell her arousal, through the thin silk where her core was at his right hip, her legs spread.
"That's us." Nikki said, voice going from girl at the grocery to whore instantly. "Let's have some fun, Daryl."
Amber slipped her right hand up his thigh, and the left into the back of his hair. Her tongue played over the skin just below his ear before she whispered hotly.
"Yeah baby. Let's have some fun."