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Chapter Four

Working at the bar and dancing kept Dixie busy. She barely had time to think, to look for another housemate, or anything else. The Clubhouse got in a new shipment of sweet-butts it seemed. Some of them had drifted in from the Charity Run and there was a whole new batch of graduated High School females wanting to taste the wild side before they're distraught parents shipped them off to college or wherever. Times like, these, when the summer got wild with parties and fresh pussy, Dixie found that she was claimed less and less for the night. She took it with stride knowing full well that the newcomers wouldn't last and if they did they'd be just like her soon enough.

Dixie decided she wanted to take a road trip. It had been forever since she had gotten out of Charming, out of her life. She used to take off at a drop of a hat, she used to go wherever she wanted at any time. That wasn't the life she wanted anymore but she missed the feeling of…going…travelling. Seeing. And she missed meeting friends. When she came back to Charming she had been twisted up with grief. Then she drifted into her life as it was now and had met Hannah. Hannah hadn't always been…so drunk. She had always partied heavily but so had Dixie. Then Dixie worked at changing that and Hannah got worse.

Dixie needed better friends. Or at least be more careful who she let into her life. Dixie took the time she had without the demands of the Sons on her to look around her life. She missed having someone to talk to…openly. She had many friends. She considered the members her friends but she couldn't be open with them. And she respected the Old Ladies but Dixie would never be on their level and dishing about how much Tig hates dolls…wasn't exactly Old-Lady-to-Sweetbutt-Talk. There was a couple of girls, like her who had been around SAMCRO for longer than a year. Sapphire and Maggie. Sapphire was a woman with bright blue streaks in her hair, a big smile, and a warm personality. Maggie was her counterpart. Long strawberry hair and big brown eyes with a cute freckled nose…she looked like a child of the seventies. Both partied but not like Hannah had…not like Dixie had before. So maybe Dixie would do good by reaching out to them…

It was a late night at the strip joint. It wasn't very busy and she was on the main stage doing her usual routine when she noticed Sons and a few Mexican bikers walk in together. She kept to her routine, closing her eyes for a moment to get herself focused, and ignored them. As they surrounded the stage she could see that they weren't here for the show. Dixie's instinct told her to not initiate for tips so she kept to the stage, working it like she always did (without the predatory crawl to an unsuspecting patron to get tips).

None of them even glanced at her for more than a few seconds.

After a half an hour they got up and left. She noticed Jax hand her boss an envelope. When her boss walked her to her car he handed her the envelope saying it was a tip and a request to keep the patrons visit discreet. She nodded and he told her that it was good business for both of them to treat those guys well. The next day as she was rolling out of bed she heard a motorcycle roll up in her drive way. She opened the door and saw Bobby walking up her drive.

"Hey there, baby doll." He greeted.

"Mornin'…er…Afternoon." She greeted. "What can I do for ya, Bobby?"

He nodded and leaned up against his bike. "Just wanted to touch base with you about some Club stuff…I take it you noticed our patronage of the fine establishment that you work in last night."

"Yea, I did. Nice tip."

"Well, there will be more like that if we and our associates find that…how do I put it…"

"That you can trust the entertainment?" She finished for him.

"Exactly." He grinned. "We specifically met up at the same time as your time to dance…you've earned a certain level of trust with the Club."

"I appreciate it." She replied honestly.

"Good..Good…see ya around, Dixie-girl."

Bobby rolled on out of her driveway leaving her feeling a little like she had moved up somehow. She wasn't sure how that had happened or how she had earned their trust …but she figured she had. Dixie sure as hell didn't mind the tips.

That night she was at the Clubhouse watching them duke it out in the ring. Jax was smashing into a large Prospect like no tomorrow. She didn't even notice that someone had sat next to her until a arm slung over her shoulder.

She turned and saw Tig grin at her. "Like what ya see, sweet-butt?"

"I love a good fight."

"My money's on Jax."

Dixie rolled her eyes and leaned into his shoulder. "Everyone's money is on Jax."

"True, true."

After the game he took her into the back and pulled down his pants. It wasn't very formal but Tig wasn't much into formalities.

"How you want it?" She throwing her arms around his neck and nibbling on his ear with a smile.

"I can't decide…"He said like a kid in a candy store. "How about you give me a massage down there and we'll see where it goes."

She stroked his cock in the corner of the hallway, her head buried in his neck as he gripped her ass and moaned.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Take it into a room." Opie stared them down and shook his head. "Don't need to see that shit, brother."

Tig dragged her into the apartment and threw them on the bed. "Get back to it, doll."

Dixe stroked his cock and gave him a …full massage until he was ready for her. He pushed her face down and entered her from behind. Skin against skin, animal desire, and need pumped through both of them and they went for three rounds of it. He mumbled stuff 'bout her dancing and teasing him in her ear. He let her stay the night in the apartment, they were both too spent to move afterwards.

When she woke she was curled up around him and he was sleeping (and snoring) like a baby. She tried to move but his reflexes held her close to him. She heard him sleep-mumble something about stealing the covers. Sighing, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep waiting for him to wake up.

The air tightened around Dixie every time she went to work. Her boss gave her own room – the room was a converted utility closet that smelled like bleach. She got her choice of times and could choose her own music and routine if she wanted to. That sort of freedom was given…well to no one. Dixie started liking the work more and more, she could get creative and when she got creative she started getting more tips. She started working less at the bar and more at the dance joint. It wasn't fancy but it paid better.

Dixie was a strict no drugs or alcohol on the job kind of girl. She had seen too many others fall down and crash so hard they never got back up when she travelled. When she danced she put herself in the music, in another place, where it wasn't so skanky…where she was the one in charge…and it worked. No drugs. No alcohol needed. Mind over matter sort of thing.

It was one of those nights when she was on edge, feeling like the world was at her finger tips and something was going to happen…and it was driving her nuts. Her body was exhausted and she was going on pure adrenaline. She had worked all night and hardly slept and she was at the clubhouse.

She found herself by her favorite spot..the ring. It was the Prospect against a hangaround and both were slim guys with skill. Grabbing a beer from a cooler Dixie shimmed herself onto the bleachers and watched intently.

"Woo!" She cheered as the Prospect knocked a right-side hook on his opponent.

"Got any money, sweet butt?" Tig called up, wriggling his eye brows.

She reached into her bra and pulled out a couple of twenties and handed it to him.

He took it and snapped with a grin. "Be prepared to lose, baby doll. I'm never wrong. You're man will lose!"

Dixie shook her head and winked as the Prospect ducked the hangarounds 'secret' weapon move. Five minutes later she was collecting her money from a not-smiling-now Tig. Feeling lucky and even a little giddy Dixie moved into the clubhouse and waved over Sapphire and dragged her out into the area that had become the dance floor. They grinded against each other and rocked out to the music ignoring the cat calls and the men pushing up on them. They searched out for Maggie but saw her on the lap of Bobby.

After a while she drifted off from dancing and settled vaguely in a corner nursing a beer and watching as everyone got drunker and higher. Dixie tousled her long brown hair and leaned back closing her eyes. Somehow she ended up at a table passed out which was something that she thought she was over. Half way through the night, when things were getting wound down, she woke up…someone had almost fallen on her. Stiff and sleepy as hell but too tired to get home she wandered around until she found a empty spot on a couch. Opie was there nursing a beer, staring straight ahead with a grim..almost haunted look. Despite his brooding aura she knew he was probably the safest member to be around in the club.

"Mind if I…?" She waved at the seat next to him and he nodded curtly.

She curled up in a ball and yawned.

"You okay?" Opie asked, his eyes furrowed at her.

"Sleepy as hell. Haven't slept a full night for a week." She replied.

"Sleepy?" He questioned, shaking his head. "Need me to take you home?"

Dixie pondered that for a moment.

"I think I'll fall off the back of your ride." She mumbled. "I'm comfies here."

Opie got up and a few minutes later came back and tossed her a blanket. "Make sure to cure Tigand Happy tomorrow of their hangovers. Club's going to need them full capacity."

Dixie nodded sleepily and curled up under the blanket promptly falling asleep.