Page 70 of Tinsel & Chrome

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.