Just a warning this chapter includes m/f/f sex. Enjoy!
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Could birthdays be more depressing? Or lonely? Here I am on mine, laying in bed feeling sorry for myself. Thinking back on all the loss I've experienced before I turned twenty five. Now add on top of that the recent break up with Kayla. Then Vivian hasn't showed up for about a week. Which is another irritating fact. I go from a selfish prude to a wealthy older woman who uses me for sex. Just shows up when she feels like it, fucks me senseless then disappears. Wonder if she is one of those types that only wants what someone else has? To think of it how would she know I broke up with Kayla?
"What a mess." I groan rolling over and pulling the covers over my head. After twenty more minutes of dissecting the ill fated relationship with Kayla I finally roll out of bed and head to the shower. I enjoy the hot water on my skin and then as routine from my sexless year I take a few minutes to get myself off. When I'm stepping out of the shower I hear someone knocking at the front door. Coming out of the bathroom, Russ is basically sleep walking to the front door in his underwear.
"Is Mr. Thomas in?" I hear a familiar voice ask.
Russ turns around to see me standing there with a towel around my waist. "It appears so." Stepping aside to let Ronald in.
"What's up Ronald?" I ask walking over.
"Nice to see you again sir." Looking over me a little to long. "I come with a message from Ms. Vivian."
"Yeah what's that?" I say kinda shitty.
"Perhaps you would like to put on some clothes? Then you could meet me out front."
"Yeah sure." Rolling my eyes I head to my room. As I pull on jeans and a sweatshirt I wonder why Ronald is coming during daylight hours. Whatever. Let's get this over with so I can go back to feeling sorry for myself. When I come back out of my room Russ is dressed too.
"Who's the tool?" He asks.
"Vivian's assistant. What are you doing?"
"I'm coming with you. These people have a habit of grabbing you anytime they feel like. Also I think Ron might want a piece of that sweet ass too." He jokes slapping my ass.
"Cut it out queer. I didn't answer the door in my underwear and technically I go willingly." Teasing him back.
When we walk out front I am blinded. Ronald is standing beside a sick motorcycle.
"A gift for your birthday sir." Motioning to the motorcycle.
"What?" I mumble, shocked.
"I have all the paperwork here." Tapping a folder. "Title, insurance all in your name."
"Dude this is a custom bike." Russ says in awe. Running his hand over the seat.
"Yeah...." Drooling. It is silver and chrome. A black wolf with green eyes adorns it. Matching helmet, with a wolf's head, sits on the bike.
"Yes it is. One of a kind. Like you sir." I give him a strange look. "Just passing on the message from Ms. Vivian. She regrets she could not deliver it herself but she has been called away on important business."
"Likely story. Why are you not with her?"
"I flew in to hand deliver your gift and her letter." He hands me the folder. "Everything is in there. Enjoy and happy birthday."
"Thanks." Taking it. Russ is already sitting on the bike. Ronald gets into the backseat of a town car and departs. I wonder if Bruno/Boris was driving.
"Holy shit. This is a sick ride man."
"Fuck yeah." We both can't stop looking at it. "Couldn't have done better myself."
"I got an idea. Let's get dressed and take it for a ride."
"Definitely."
After changing into a sweater and my boots I meet Russ in the living room. He is dressed similar and tosses me a beer.
"Breakfast....." He smiles taking a long pull on a fat joint.
"......of champs." I finish popping the top and drinking about half. He hands me the joint.
"Oh yeah Happy Birthday man."
"Just another fucking day." I answer choking on the pot. "But thanks."
"Man you must be one good lay to get a gift like that."
"No complains so far." Grinning.
"With what you're packing I wouldn't think so."
"You checking out my dick man?" I give him a creeped out look.
"You are the one sleeping naked on the floor. Good thing I didn't bring my date home that night....."
"Dude you still get laid way more than I do."
"Only cause you were pussy whipped for the last year....well I guess that's not the right term since you weren't getting any." He teases.
"Fuck you."
"I'm just glad you finally got rid of her."
"I thought you liked Kayla?"
"Not really. Just tolerated her for your sake."
"Next time don't let me waste my time." Finishing my beer.
"Let's get that new machine on the road." Tossing the roach on the counter.
"Sounds good."
I give Russ a ride over to the garage we keep our motorcycles in. After retrieving his we spend some time cruising the roads. Then decide to got grab a real meal at one of our favorite diners. We go in take a seat and order. It doesn't take long for the compliments on my new ride. Once Russ mentions my birthday our meal is automatically on the house. Some times I forget I'm a sort of celebrity at certain places.
After breakfast I split up with Russ. I'm going to the shop to get some work done on my tattoo. Mack insists that we take our birthdays off but that doesn't mean I have to stay away. Jerry is adding more detail to the Warrior Goddess on my left upper arm. She was complete some time ago, but he is adding more background. It's funny she reminds me of Vivian. Hair color, facial features similar. Body type is spot on. Except my warrior wears a lot less clothing and carries a bad ass sword. Jerry has been dying to add some landscape. It's going to be more like a battlefield with her rein of violence left behind. He's also adding a bit of blood and dirt to her. Just makes her look sexier.
Everyone at the shop has been really quiet after my break up with Kayla. I know everyone heard the fight, but so far they have kept their thought to their selves. After I walked out on Kayla I went out back to calm down. When I came back in Russ was there with a change of clothes, my wallet, phone and something to eat. Mike decided I had enough on my plate and wanted to let me take the rest of the day off. I told him working would keep my mind off the drama. I finished eating then got to work on Mike's tat.
I have been working on a full back one for the last year. He liked mine so much he wanted something similar. Jerry did mine back when I was eighteen. It is a lone wolf in the woods, howling at the full moon. I had done the design when I was sixteen. When I met Jerry he agreed to do the work for free if I did the work on his Harley. My exact words were "when do we start?" The difference with Mike's design is there are two wolves fighting to the death in a wooded clearing. I have a whole book of wolf themed art. It started ruling my work right after I turned sixteen. I never wondered where the ideas came from but after the weird dream, I am starting to.
I spend a few hours in the chair, then everyone there checks out my new ride. They wanted to see it. I am not one to brag. You should have seen the looks I received when I told them where it came from. Mario's words were 'sugar momma.' It's getting late so I go back to the house to get ready for the party tonight. Yes I know about it. The guys have been planning if for a month. They are going to play down at our favorite watering hole. What am I saying they play there monthly anyway. I park my new bike in the garage and walk back home.
Once inside I strip off my sweater, it's irritating my recent work. Sitting on the couch with a brew I start to feel sorry for myself again. Maybe the depressing shit on the stereo doesn't help. It's just that I know I am not going to get laid on my birthday for a second year. Last year I had just started dating Kayla. This year I am pretty much single, except the booty calls. They are not really calls so much as Vivian shows up and we go at it like bunnies. With her out of town the likelihood of me getting laid is slim. I am three beers in and sucking on the bong when my phone rings. I'm sick of hearing it. It's been blowing up all day with birthday messages. I am grateful for all the friends I have but it is raining on my pity party. Looking at it I see Bryce's name.
"Where the fuck are you?" He screams into the phone when I answer.
"At the apartment."
"Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get down here. There is some major action here tonight." Bryce is single and since women go for singers he has no problem finding a bed mate.
"Yeah, I am on my way." Trying to placate him.
"Fuck that. Bear is on his way to drag your ass here."
"Is that bitch of a girlfriend going to be there tonight?"
"Of course. Just ignore her."
"Ignore? Fuck no she's going to get a piece of my mind."
"Whatever. It's your party. You can cry if you want to."
"Just wait. We'll see who's crying tonight." At that moment Bear pounds on the door. "He's here."
"See you in a few." I get up and let him in. He fakes like he is going to tackle me then grabs me in a head lock and musses my hair.
"Get on a shirt and lets go." He says letting me go.
