Page 41 of Tinsel & Chrome

Emberly

Hell yes, it’s Friday!

I’m ready to cause hell.

I pull on my shorts and top, and then slide into my flip-flops. I toss my damp hair over my shoulder and lean across my bed. I grab my cell phone, running my fingers over the screen to check my messages.

Heather Bitches, let’s go out.

Emberly I’m in.

Marie Hell yes.

Amber Let's hit that biker's bar.

Janet Oh yeah, I’m in.

I chew my lower lip, thinking about how fucking mad Dad will get. Yes, I Love to stir up the shit especially if Dad gets pissed.

Heather Bitches, meet up at eight.

Marie Yes.

Janet Okay.

Emberly See you.

Amber Be there.

Oh yeah, this is going to be fun. I can’t wait to mess with those bikers. I walk out of my room and down the hall.

“Mom, I’m bored,”

I say, walking into the kitchen.

I grab the banana, peel it, and take a bite, looking at her.

“Ember, you won’t be bored if you help me with dinner. Grab the veggies in that bowl, and prep them for me,”

Mom says, pointing the spoon at me.

“Yeah. I’ll help,”

I say, nodding.

I grab the bowl, rinse the veggies, and start prepping them for dinner.

“Ember, do you have any plans for the Christmas break?”

Mom asks, looking at me.

“Yeah, have fun with my girls,”

I smirk, tossing my hair.

“I love that I get the Christmas break.”

“Yes, you were lucky to get the office school job. Are you still working on getting a teaching position,”

Mom asks, raising her brow.

“I don’t know if I want to deal with the kids all day. The pay is good, and I don’t have to deal with the kids and the homework,”

I say, shrugging.

“Okay, dear, you’ll figure it out,”

Mom says, nodding.

“I’m going out with the girls tonight,”

I say, placing the bowl next to her.

“Just be careful. Now help me put away the dishes,” Mom says.

“Okay,”

I say, opening the dishwasher.

“Mom,”

Travis yells.

“Son, stop yelling,”

Mom says, rolling her eyes.

Travis is my older brother; he works with my Dad at the police department. My girls think he’s sexy, but hell, I don’t see it.

Travis walks into the kitchen and grabs an apple.

“Mom, that smells really good. When will it be ready,”

Travis asks, looking at the pot.

“Well, hello to you, too,”

I say, grabbing a glass.

“Hey, didn’t see you, Brat,”

Travis smirks.

“Don’t start shit,”

Mom says, waving her spoon.

“Mom, I’m only pointing out the obvious. I’m starving. Is dinner almost ready,”

Travis asks, throwing away the apple core.

“It’s going to be another thirty minutes,”

Mom huffs, placing the spoon on the spoon rest.

“Great, Brat, where are your girls? I haven’t seen them around,”

Travis says, smirking.

“I don’t want you near them,”

I say, resting my hands on my hips.

“You’re no fun,”

Travis smirks.

“Stay away from them, you’re only going to break their heart,”

I hiss, tossing my hair.

“Brat, I only want to talk. How is that breaking their heart,”

Travis asks, raising his brow.

“Stay away,” I say.

“Mom, I’m going to take a shower,”

Travis says, walking out of the kitchen.

“Mom, is there anything else you need help with,”

I ask, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator.

“No, I don’t,”

Mom says, grabbing the kitchen towel.

“Okay, I’m going to my room,” I say.

I walk to my room to look for a cute, sexy outfit. I want to fucking drive the bikers crazy.

*****

“Okay, let’s go inside,”

Heather says, pushing her cell into her jeans.

“Yes, I’m ready to have fun,”

Marie says, nodding.

“I’m ready,”

Janet says, nodding.

“Okay, I’m ready,”

I say, putting away my lipstick.

We walk across the parking lot and into the bar, but it’s a fucking Mercy strip club. That makes it even more exciting, right?

We walk inside, and the place is full of men, bikers, and a few women.

I love it.

The music is blaring, and the bass vibrates at my feet.

“That table,”

Heather says, lifting her chin.

We follow her, walking around the tables full of men. I look around at the bikers. That’s who I want, a sexy biker.

We take our seats, and a barista walks over smiling. The uniform is certainly skimpy.

“Girls, I’m Daisy. What can I get you,”

Daisy asks, smiling.

“Get us some Beers,”

I say, bopping my head.

“Okay,”

Daisy says, nodding.

I look around at the bikers, and they’re fucking hot. I look up at the stripper dancing on the stage. There are two cages hanging from the ceiling, and some girls are dancing in small bikinis and no tops.

Yes, the boobs re out.

The men start howling and hooting. I look at the girl on stage, she’s good, and then she starts taking off her bra. The men go wild and throw the bills at her.

Daisy returns with the beer, and I take a drink. The beer is nice and cold.

“Bring us another round,”

Marie says.

Daisy brings us another two rounds of beer, and we’re having fun singing along with the songs. I feel the music, and I’m enjoying the club.

“Hell yes,”

I yell, shaking to the music.

“Bitches, you’re ready to cause hell,”

Heather asks, laughing.

“I’m in,”

Janet says, nodding.

“Yeah, let me drink my beer first,”

Marie says.

“Yes,”

I say, nodding.

We drink more beer, and then we climb onto the table to dance. We start singing and shaking our asses.

“You know I’m here for the party! And I ain’t leaving till they throw me out!”

Then the bikers walk over, grab us, and throw us over their shoulders.

“Let me go,”

I yell, hitting the biker’s back.

“What are you doing,”

Heather yells.

“Stop,”

Marie yells.

“We’re not done,”

Janet yells.

The bikers take us out of the strip club. But I’m not done. Once the huge biker sets me down on the concrete, I loop my arms around his neck.

Surprise!

He’s fucking gorgeous!

Beautiful light blue eyes.

I smile, start singing, and shake my body.

“Gonna have a little fun, gonna get me some. I’m here for the party, big boy,”

I sing, smiling.

He’s fucking cold, and he’s not smiling.

Fuck!

“It’s time for you and your girls to leave,”

the biker says.

He grabs my wrists and pulls them down. I stare at him, he’s fucking serious. I look at the black vest; the patch reads 'Frosty.'

“Frosty, seriously? You’re not going to have fun with me,”

I say, tilting my head.

He’s so fucking tall.

“I don’t fuck little girls,”

Frosty says.

“Ember, let’s go,”

Heather says, taking my hand.

“Fuck! He’s a fucking iceberg,”

I say, looking at Frosty walk back into the club.

“Yeah, they don’t want us here,”

Heather says.

“Well, they’re being assholes. We only want to have a little fun,”

I say, shaking my head.

*****

“Ember,”

Dad yells, knocking at my bedroom door.

I look up, raising my brow, holding up the nail polish.

“Yeah.”

My Dad tries to open the door, but it’s locked.

Yeah, me.

“Ember, open the door! I need to talk to you!”

“I’m busy. What’s up?”

“It’s the time of the year for the Christmas toy drive for the abused kids and kids in foster homes. The bikers want the names of the helpers. You said that you and your girls wanted to sign up this year,”

Dad yells, trying the doorknob.

“Yeah, Dad. We’re in. Give me the information where we need to sign up,”

I yell, polishing my toenails.

“Right. I’ll leave the paper on the kitchen countertop. This is unacceptable! Next time open the damn door,”

Dad yells, hitting the door.

“Yeah, got it.”