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S adie was grateful to be back at her apartment tonight. With a quick text to Travis to let him know she was home from work safe, she allowed herself to finally breathe. She stripped out of her work clothes, leaving her in the sporty underwear she wore that morning at the bar when she was on the pole. Her room had always been comforting with its lavender walls and black furniture. Feminine yet still a touch of darkness like the kind she so often longed to give herself over to.

Collapsing onto the plush white comforter on her bed, Sadie found herself frustrated beyond belief. The aching between her legs continued to grow with no relief in sight, and she couldn't help but think of how the night had taken a turn. She thought of Jagger and how his calloused hand felt on her throat and how hot his mouth was on her skin.

The muffled scream she tried to drown in her pillow still bounced off the walls around her.

Sadie raised her phone to her face and anxiously scrolled through her apps, looking for her target. She clicked on it, searched for the message section, and bit her lip.

The green dot icon next to RebelsWearLeather meant he was online.

She clutched her phone nervously before making the decision to message him. She was not about to message Jagger after tonight had left her in a puddle of mixed emotions and pent-up sexual angst.

But this guy might be her ticket to a safe fantasy.

She could pretend he was Jagger for a night to help get her off, right?

BookwormBarbie:

Have you ever masturbated with a stranger before?

Jagger was enjoying a smoke in his favorite chair next to his bed again, his cock still painfully hard from having Sadie pressed against him in the freezer. He was scrolling through his phone, trying to take his mind off of her so he could think clearly, when he received a message.

"Oh, Jesus," he mumbled and sank back into the chair, letting his legs stretch out before him. The smoke from his cigarette casting a shadow on his already cloudy mood.

RebelsWearLeather:

Not even a hello?

BookwormBarbie:

Omg. I’m sorry. Hey, Rebel.

RebelsWearLeather:

Hello, darling.

BookwormBarbie:

So… have you?

RebelsWearLeather:

You mean sexting?

BookwormBarbie:

Yeah. I've never done it. Is it fun?

Jagger let out a pained laugh, realizing he would have to jerk off before getting any kind of sleep at this point. These women were ruining him from all angles.

RebelsWearLeather:

Yeah, Barbie. It's fun. Do you need some help tonight?

BookwormBarbie:

Could you?

RebelsWearLeather:

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Jagger put his cigarette out in the ashtray and let out one last cloud of smoke before pulling his jeans and gray boxer briefs off and getting into bed.

Holding the phone in his left hand, he used the right one to wrap around his cock, slowly pumping up and down. He texted deftly with just one hand, having learned how to handle scrolling through porn with one hand and jerking off with the other in his teens.

He let himself think of Sadie and put her face on this stranger as he messaged her in detail about what he would do to her if he were there. In this way, he was explaining everything he wished he could be doing to Sadie right now. And that would have to be enough.

For now.

Sadie lay stretched out on her bed, legs spread wide, and knees slightly bent. Ever so eager, she awaited instruction on what to do.

RebelsWearLeather:

Are you comfortable?

BookwormBarbie:

Yes. Are you stroking yourself yet?

RebelsWearLeather:

Fuck, yes. Now I want you to take those pretty fingers and rub big circles around your clit for me. Use the slick from your pussy, because I know it's dripping for me right now. Can you do that for me?

Sadie quickly typed another "Yes" in response and slipped her hand inside the top of her black panties. She imagined how Jagger had looked at her in these that morning, how wet he had made her then. She glided around her clit with ease, the wetness coating her fingers.

RebelsWearLeather:

I want you to imagine my cock teasing your pussy, how good it would feel to slip inside you. I'd rub the tip against that clit until you whimpered for me. I'd take you slow at first until you were begging for me to go harder and wrap my hand around your throat. I want to leave you breathless in all sense of the word. You told me you would beg for it, didn't you?

Sadie moaned, already feeling the sensation of an impending orgasm building. She struggled to type back but still managed to do so quickly.

BookwormBarbie:

I would. I want you to ruin my pussy. I want you to flip me over, take me from behind, and pull my hair.

RebelsWearLeather:

Fuck. That's it, darling. I'm so close. You're such a good girl for me. I want you to get yourself to the edge, and when you're about to cum, I need you to put two fingers inside your pussy while you continue to work your clit.

Sadie listened and continued to furiously move her fingertips against her clit, arching off the bed. She pictured Jagger in her mind's eye, shirtless and beautiful. She imagined the feeling of him against her earlier, wishing Camille had never interrupted, content to have frozen to death in that freezer if it meant him being inside her.

When she felt herself start to lose control, she grabbed her phone again, wanting her stranger to finish with her.

BookwormBarbie:

I'm right there. I'm going to soak my bed for you.

BookwormBarbie:

Will you spill yourself all over your hand for me? Please.

Sadie kept an intense eye on her screen. When she saw his next message, she dropped her phone on the bed beside her and shoved her fingers inside, the extra pressure sending her straight over the edge.

RebelsWearLeather:

Sweets Jesus, I'm coming for you. Fuck.

Sadie's pussy convulsed around her fingers, letting herself fully immerse herself in the fantasy that she was doing this with Jagger. The mystery man's typo of saying Sweets instead of Sweet was everything she needed, although she knew he probably struggled to type while getting off with her. Whatever the reason, she was grateful for it.

She finally had a release.

For the time being, at least.

Jagger tossed his phone on the nightstand and reached for the tissues beside it. He swiped them over his right hand and wiped his cock clean of the evidence of his orgasm.

I can't believe I fucking slipped up and let it autocorrect to Sweets, he thought as he tossed them in the trashcan in the corner of his room. He knew she didn't understand the connotation behind it, but seeing it typed out made the fantasy all too real for him. Easy mistake.

He slid into his bed naked and gazed out of the large studio windows where rain started to pelt. He hoped he could talk with Sadie before they opened the bar again the next day. At least it was a small shift since it was Sunday. Just the lunch crowd, and they could close up after. She had evidently felt just as turned on as he did tonight. He knew he didn't make it up.

Maybe, just maybe, she would be open to being something more. Jagger knew he would take anything he could get with Sadie at this point. She could tell him to lick those damn motorcycle boots, and he would do it with a smile on his face.

As he ran a hand through his hair and thought about approaching the subject with her, he reached for his phone. The light illuminated the concentrated expression on his face as he sent one more message to the girl from tonight. She seemed like an innocent little thing, and her sexting could use a little work, but she wanted to be bad. He liked that about her because it reminded him of his Sadie— his Sadie .

Christ, he was so gone for her it was ridiculous.

RebelsWearLeather:

I hope you had "fun" tonight. I know I did. Goodnight, darling.

He sucked in his breath and sat up abruptly when he read her incoming message, remembering those exact words affecting him earlier that day in the dimly lit bar.

BookwormBarbie:

I did. I like it when you call me that.

Son of a bitch, Jagger began to wonder.

Just as he went to set his phone down, it started ringing.

"What now?" he barked into the receiver after seeing who was calling him.

"Is that any way to speak to your old man, boy?" the voice answered, crackling through the silence.

Jagger sat up and leaned his back against the iron headboard. "Yeah, it's pretty valid, considering you've been gone for two years now and only call to have me clean up your messes."

"Our messes."

"Your messes," Jagger hissed through the phone and angrily threw the covers off himself to begin dressing. "I've made the Serpent Pit a decent place while you've been gone. And the Renegade Rebels have been staying out of trouble. I don't need you to constantly stir up more bullshit from across the fucking states."

There was a pause before Warren spoke. "Listen, I know you want out, but this lifestyle doesn't just go away. Especially with The Dregs around, okay?"

"I am excruciatingly aware of that."

"Good. So, you know why I need a favor."

Jagger pulled the phone away from his ear long enough to throw a long-sleeved black shirt on. "Fucking hell."

"Listen, The Dregs have been peddling drugs to the kids around town. There have been several deaths just this past week. Now, I know this isn't a usual call, but-"

Jagger cut him off as he finished pulling his jeans and boots on. "Oh, so I'm not burying bodies tonight?"

"Not if you don't want to, you little shit!" Warren yelled into the phone, and Jagger stalked out of his apartment. He was already on his way to the old red '98 Ford truck he used for situations like this, grabbing his jacket.

"Now, pay attention. They have a shack located off the highway about thirty meters into the woods right outside the city. I need you to return it to the bar and hide it in my office. I will try to come back soon and get rid of it. They won't have enough connections to get another shipment that big for a while, and until I find who they're getting this shit from, we need to cut them off at their knees while we can."

"Don't worry about coming back, I'll get rid of it tonight."

"And how are you going to do that?"

Jagger turned over the engine and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket before answering, "I learned a lot over the years, pop. You taught me how to deal, kill, destroy and hide. You think I can just forget?"

There was a pause.

"Make sure to grab some backup from the warehouse; Gremlin should be there to help."

"Already on my way."

Another long pause.

"Don't do anything stupid, boy. But if you have to," Warren let out a low chuckle. "Hide some bodies."