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  Diesel

  Aces MC Series

  By Aimee-Louise Foster

  Text copyright © 2014 Aimee-Louise Foster

  All Rights Reserved

  To my Husband and my three beautiful Children for their love and support.

  Table of contents

  Table of contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Duke - Aces MC Series Book 2

  Chapter 1

  Harlow

  What should I wear? I’ve only ever been a waitress or worked in a bar so it’s difficult to know what to wear. Is a suit appropriate for such an interview or should I wear jeans and a t-shirt? This one makes my bum look big, red is too bright, I just don’t know. A suit, I’m going to wear a suit.

  I scattered clothes all over the bedroom floor trying to find the perfect outfit. I wanted to make the right impression but didn’t want to come across too uptight. Looking at all of the clothes around my normally tidy bedroom, I finally chose a pair of black and white pinstriped trousers and matched it with a white blouse. After deciding to have my hair up out of my face, I applied a little mascara and clear lip gloss.

  Looking in the full length mirror I decided that I looked a little conservative so I opened my shirt slightly by undoing the top button, then sprayed myself with my favourite perfume. Yes that’s it, professional not slutty that’s the look I want. With a deep breath, I made my way out of the apartment, picking up my portfolio from the pine wooden table by the front door and took the 10 minute walk towards the interview that may just change my life forever.

  It was a bright sunny day which made my journey a little more bearable and the walk gave me the opportunity to go over all possible scenarios in my head. As I approached the building I saw two Harleys parked on the high street and started to become a little nervous. Not because bikers scared me, I had grown up with them all of my life. I was practically raised by the Skulls after my mother died of an overdose when I was four. No, I was nervous because so much was riding on getting this job. I finally had the chance to be independent and wanted so badly to get a job that I knew I would love and be good at. I looked at my reflection in the shop window and undid another button on my blouse. I took one final deep breath and opened the door to the Aces Tattoo shop.

  The chimes of the bells attached to the door sounded my arrival but it was the music pumping loudly from the back room that set my heart beat racing. Looking around the reception area took me by surprise as it was clean and tidy, something that the Skulls weren’t particularly good at. Five red leather chairs lined one of the walls and a square pine coffee table was positioned in the corner, containing a selection of tattoo magazines and a yucca plant that was in dire need of water.

  As I looked around the room taking in the scenery, I heard footsteps as someone entered the room behind me. I turned to see a scrawny young man of average height, that looked to be in his late teens staring at me. He wore jeans that had seen better days, a blue t-shirt and a standard leather cut, which read ‘Prospect’.

  “Can I help you?” He asked with an almost bored tone. I pointed to the piece of paper stuck in the window with sticky tape, “I’m here regarding the job advertised.” I held my portfolio tightly against my chest, “I called earlier in the week and was told to pop in with my designs.” The Prospect looked me up and down lingering at my chest as a smile crept slowly across his young face, then without warning he burst out laughing. Not just a chuckle but a whole hearted belly laugh. He bent over at the waist trying to catch his breath, holding his stomach as he continued. I stood there looking at the man trying to keep composed, shuffling from one foot to the other. Time seemed to stand still and the longer I stood there, the more I could feel myself getting annoyed and the heat started to rise through my body. If I couldn’t get past the Prospect, how would the owner take me seriously?

  I gripped the folder tightly in my arms, I knew I was a fantastic tattooist. I’d been working on the men in the Skulls MC since I was sixteen years old. Blaze had seen my Art portfolio when I was fourteen. I was sitting in the grounds of the club and he’d asked me to produce some designs almost taking me under his wing. When I turned sixteen he allowed me to practice on him and the other club members, much to my dad’s disgust. I had good grades at school and my dad wanted a better life for me outside of the club.

  I had faith in my capabilities even if this jerk in front of me didn’t but I couldn’t stand the humiliation any longer. I turned on my heels, walked through the reception area and out into the street slamming the door, leaving the laughing Prospect behind me. I must have slammed the door with such force that the bells came off, which gave me a little satisfaction after what had just been a crushing experience and the end to a really shitty day.

  24 hours later

  “How dare that little shit laugh at me like I’m nothing?” I said aloud. I was getting ready to go back to the Aces Tattoo shop but this time I was going prepared and I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I applied a little heavier make up than I usually wore and opted for black heavy eye liner, smoky eyes and bright pink lipstick. I decided to wear something that I would feel comfortable in and chose my tight leather trousers, knee high boots and a black leather waist coat which enhanced my curves. I already had a big bust for my size but the push up bra I was wearing intensified them further.

  My hair had always been my favourite feature, so I decided to wear it down to give me more confidence. My hair was like a veil that hung to the waistband of my trousers and I was fortunate that my dad had never let anyone cut my hair as a child. My straight black hair, blue eyes and tanned skin made me look almost oriental. I’d never used my looks to get anything before but today I was going to use what God had given me, to get my foot through the door. For the second time in 24 hours, I looked at my reflection with apprehension but this time I was being myself and liked what I saw. If I were told ‘no’ dressed like this, at least I had my armour to fight back. My armour also included my personal designs that covered most of my upper body telling a story, my story which I was proud of. I picked up my keys along with my portfolio and walked out of the door ready to get my dream job.

  Spike

  “Spike!” The Prospect shouted through the curtain. I ignored the little shit. He’d pissed me off yesterday by sending a potential employee away. I needed someone to start immediately as I was snowed under with running the shop and running errands for the club. “Spike!” He shouted again.

  “Sorry man, I better see what that little shit want’s.” I stopped Bear’s tattoo and got up from my chair. “No worries, I’m not exactly going anywhere.” Bear said as he lay on his front sprawled out like a starfish.

  Throwing my gloves into the bin, I slowly walked to the reception area. Pulling the curtain back I noticed Jimmy drawling over a customer. I clipped him around the head, “Stop being so fucking rude and move out the way.” Jimmy mumbled something under his breath before disappearing into the backroom. I turned to face the customer and that’s when I got a proper look at the girl standing at the reception desk. She was beautiful. Not your typical beauty but she certainly made my cock twitch. She had long black hair and piercing blue eyes that looked like they could see straight into your soul. Not a place I wanted her to see into!

  I noticed her tattooed arms and chest and that her designs were feminine
and suited her small frame well. Some tattoos make women look butch but not this one. I realised that I was staring and didn’t want to come across as an arse. I was about to speak when she offered her hand, “Hi I’m Harlow, nice to meet you. Are you the manager?” She asked looking at me with those beautiful eyes. I noticed that she was clutching a folder close to her ample chest. “What’s in the folder?” I asked her curiously. I wasn’t in the habit of stating who I was before I knew what the person wanted.

  “Oh sorry, I’m here about the job you have advertised in the window. I brought my designs to show you what I can do.” As she spoke she placed the leather bound folder on the counter. “I’ve also got all the relevant paperwork.” I flicked through her drawings noticing her talent. Her designs were creative and different to the usual shit I see. She was starting to intrigue me.

  “Who did the designs on your body?” I asked as she ran her hand up and down her arm looking at the designs, “I drew them and a friend inked me.” The way she said friend peeked my interest but I didn’t have time for this shit as I was in the middle of a tattoo.

  “Look, I will be totally straight with you. This club is owned by the Aces and you’ll be working on bikers?” I folded my arms and looked at her studying her beautiful face which gave absolutely nothing away. “They curse and they’re rude, is this really the place you want to work?” I thought she would run for the hills, although I was hoping she wouldn’t because a piece of eye candy around the place would bring in more customers. Her face lit up showing a line of perfect white teeth, “Yes, I’ve dreamt of this.” She said excitedly.

  Her response took me by surprise but I needed to make a few things clear, “I don’t want any dramas brought to my shop or ideas of running away with any of my Brothers.” I stood there with my hands on my hips assessing her reaction further. She was still smiling with her pleading eyes. “Well, I can’t be any clearer than that and if that hasn’t put you off then great. Come in and finish off Bears tattoo, then we’ll see how you get on.”

  Harlow followed me into the back room and I noticed her assessing the decor. It wasn’t much, the shop was minimalist and I liked it that way so there was less to clean. We had three tattoo chairs positioned around the room containing individual work areas. The colour theme was black and white which made it easier to decorate and gave it an almost sterile feel.

  Bear was lying on his front in the furthest chair in my work area. He looked like he was asleep. “Bear, I’ve got a special treat for you man!” I shouted across the room. Bear opened one eye and a smile spread across his face. “Hello beautiful. Have you come to suck me off whilst Spike finishes my tattoo?” Harlow approached the workstation slowly, swinging her hips provocatively, “Not likely old man, lay back down and you may feel my tits rubbing on your back whilst I finish your tattoo.” She gave me a wink and put the latex gloves on, letting the material smack against her wrist before flexing her fingers and positioning herself over him. Bear was gobsmacked and quickly settled down. She will fit in perfectly!

  For the next hour, I observed Harlow finish off the tattoo. She was doing well although a little nervous. Bear was most certainly enjoying the attention.

  “What’s up with you?” Duke asked as he walked into the room with Diesel. I was still chuckling from the expression on Bears face. Pointing to Harlow I turned to face them, “She’s interviewing for the job.” Duke and Diesel looked at the beauty in front of them and Diesel let out a low whistle in appreciation.

  “She’s fit.” Duke said stating the obvious. “And talented!” I informed them crossing my arms and taking a defensive stance. I didn’t need to justify who I hired but for some reason, I felt I needed to inform them I wasn’t hiring her just for her looks, although it was a bonus.

  Diesel

  All three of us turned to face her finishing off Bears tattoo. “Right it’s all done. If you come over to the mirror you can see my handy work.” She said beaming with delight. The first thing I noticed was her long black hair that hung down to her lower back. She was wearing an outfit made of leather that clung in all the right places enhancing all of her assets. Her tattooed arms were beautiful and suited her unlike the club whores and skanks, who get tattoo’s just because they think Bikers like them on our women.

  Bear got up from the table where his arousal was clearly evident for everyone to see. He cupped himself quickly and made his excuses about going to the bathroom. Harlow’s mouth fell open and turned to face us with shock on her face. We burst out laughing clearly enjoying the entertainment playing out in front of us. “That’s disgusting. He’s old enough to be my Grandad!” Harlow stated through giggles.

  Still laughing, Harlow took off her latex gloves and threw them into the bin. “Hi, I’m Harlow.” She said walking over to Duke confidently with her hand held out. “Nice to meet you, I’m Duke, President of the club and this is my VP, Diesel.” Harlow smiled politely letting go of Dukes hand and turned towards me. I took her hand and felt her shudder as our bodies touched. Her striking eyes looked me up and down checking me out which I found amusing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Harlow, nice tats.” I said smirking at her, raising my eyebrows slightly. Harlow looked down at her chest then realised what I’d just said. She flashed me a smile and I could see her flush a lovely shade of pink.

  “For Christ sakes, leave the girl alone.” Spike said in her defence. She slowly let go of my hand and I instantly felt like I was missing something.

  “You’ve done well, when can you start?” Spike asked smiling at Harlow. She clapped her hands together in excitement. I was starting to wonder what else would get her excited and started to feel my arousal. I mentally slapped myself for acting like I was fourteen again and rearranged myself quickly, catching Dukes eye. He looked me up and down and started smiling, shaking his head at my obvious discomfort.

  “You don’t know what this means to me. I promise I won’t let you down.” Harlow gave Spike a tight squeeze and kissed him on the cheek. I could feel myself getting annoyed and wanted to pull her from his grasp. What the fuck was wrong with me? Harlow slowly pulled away from Spikes arms, “I can start Monday, if that’s okay with you?”

  Patting her on the back, “That’s great, welcome to the team Harlow.” Spike shouted for the Prospect, “Jimmy, see Harlow out!” He came bounding into the room from the reception area like a dog on heat.

  Harlow started to gather her things and I noticed the look she was giving Jimmy. It wasn’t a pleasant look which made me curious. Had he said something to upset her? Her stare then moved to me and she looked me up and down, unconsciously licking her lips. Her eyes caught mine and I thought she may get embarrassed but she continued to check me out before smiling sweetly. My cock started to twitch again and I was trying to compose myself, thinking of things that would keep it under control.

  Harlow

  He’d caught me checking him out, how embarrassing! I was trying hard to come across worldly and a little older than my 20 years but my confidence was deteriorating the longer I was around him. I was so excited at the prospect of working in this shop but I was trying to keep that excitement bottled up as I didn’t want to make a tit of myself.

  Jimmy pulled me from my thoughts as he ushered me out of the main room. To my amazement, he hadn’t noticed that I was the same person that had turned up yesterday for the job. Dickhead!

  As we walked to the door Jimmy had the nerve to put his hand on my lower back. I turned quickly grabbing his arm and twisted it. “Did I say that you could touch me, you fucking dickhead?” I saw a flash of surprise on his face. “You’re so thick you didn’t even realise that it was me that came in yesterday looking for a job.” I could hear my voice getting louder but I didn’t care.

  “I’m sorry, it’s just that yesterday you looked like a Librarian and today you just look fucking hot!” I twisted his arm further and he let out another cry of pain. “Fucking idiot. From Monday I’m working here and if you do as much as look at me in the wrong way,
I’ll break your fucking arm. You got me?” All composure was lost and I was now screaming at him.

  “Yes, yes I understand. I’m sorry.” I let go of his arm and he immediately started rubbing it. “Pussy!” I spat at him as I left the building.

  Diesel

  “What the fucking hell is going on out there?” Duke asked us, looking towards the curtain leading to reception. “I’ll go and have a look.” I strolled into the reception area, where I found Jimmy sitting in one of the chairs rubbing his arm, trying to get the circulation back into his hand.

  “What happened to you?” I asked him with a smirk. “She went fucking nuts. Started shouting at me about yesterday.” I was sick of talking in riddles. “What happened yesterday?” I was slowly losing my patience with him.

  “She came looking for a job but she wasn’t dressed like…well you know, like that.” Jimmy continued to rub his arm and looked sheepishly at the floor. “I laughed at her and she left obviously annoyed.” I shook my head, “She was right, you are a fucking idiot.” I opened the door to go and find Harlow, “And fix those fucking bells!” I shouted, slamming the door behind me.

  I found Harlow leaning against a black Honda further down the high street, taking her inhaler. I leant against the car next to her, “That was quiet a performance.” She looked at me with those gorgeous eyes, “Did he tell you what he did yesterday?” She asked folding her arms across her ample chest. She didn’t wait for me to respond, “I’m sick of people judging me for who they think I am, rather than getting to know me first. Have you ever experienced that?” I could see that she was upset as her eyes were getting watery. She turned her head slightly looking in the opposite direction, clearly not wanting me to see.

  “Every day of my life babe.” I said waving my hand up and down my cut. “The thing is though, I don’t let it bother me.” I turned to face her. “If you want to work in a place like this, you need to toughen up.” I went to put my arm around her but Harlow flinched and moved further away. “What, you think I’m a push over?” She pushed off the car, putting her hands on her hips looking directly at me.