My Kind Of Bad

It had taken a lot of courage to end things. Thankfully it was her apartment so Jason was the one who had to leave. But he kept coming back like clockwork every week to demand they got back together. Not plead. Demand. Neera was getting fed up with it.

Elizabeth was right. He was still controlling her. That had to stop. Neera sat up and glanced towards her wardrobe, already envisioning what she was going to wear.

“Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”

*****

Kurt Francis slid his motorcycle into its usual spot and cut the engine. Glancing at his watch, he growled. Now he was going to be very late for work. While the boss didn’t like lateness, he would hopefully understand the reason for his being late. Kurt was the most punctual man in the establishment. There had to be a time to cut him some slack.

That was the last time he was changing a tire when he was strapped for time.

The club’s music was already loud and throbbing in his ears as Kurt entered through the employee door around the back of the club. Hurrying through the dimly light red-colored corridors, he ducked into the locker room. One of the barmen was coming out of the toilet, zipping up as he went to the sink. He nodded at the bigger man.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey, Demetrius.”

Kurt went to his locker and banged it open. His suit, ready for his evening job, was hanging there ready. All Kurt needed to do was have a quick shower to get rid of the grime and change. He dumped his bag inside the locker and stripped off his jacket.

“How’s it looking out there?”

“It’s going to be another busy night.” Demetrius dried his hands on a paper towel and dropped it into the bin. “And we’ve only been open ten minutes.”

Kurt grunted, biting back a smile. Most of the visitors to the club were women. Mainly because of the biker crowd that was attracted there. The boss of the club was a biker and a lot of his biker followers were employees, Kurt being one of them. But most of the women came to drool over Demetrius, the resident barman. Although not of the biker crowd, Demetrius’ size, muscles and tattoos, not to mention his charm and good looks, had women swooning and buying more than they should of alcohol. He was good for business.

Kurt was just glad he manned the door and the guests weren’t allowed to get up and cozy with them. They weren’t allowed to fraternize with the clubbers. Kurt was fine with that; he wasn’t one to dance and the loud volume made his ears hurt. It was easier to be outside, where it was somewhat muted, even when it was cold.

“Speaking of which,” Demetrius jabbed a finger at Kurt with raised eyebrows, “I thought you were supposed to be here half an hour ago.”

“I was.” Kurt stripped off his t-shirt, tossing it into the locker. “Taylor asked me if I could help change the tire on her car as I was leaving.” He shrugged. “I can never say no to Taylor.”

“I don’t think anyone can say no to her. She is the boss’ wife, after all.”

“And she’s a great gal as well.”

That was something to be said about Taylor DuJour. She was the matriarch of their gang, even at the tender age of thirty-four, but she was an awesome woman. Barely anyone had a bad word to say about her. Her husband adored her and the group rallied around whenever Taylor, who was the least helpless woman Kurt knew, needed the help.

“I can’t argue with that.” Demetrius sighed. “I just wish the daughter would be more like her.”

Taylor’s daughter, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of her mother. She was spoiled by her parents, rebellious and promiscuous. Kurt assumed she was promiscuous but knew she wasn’t getting any guys who worked for her father to have s*x with her; Billy DuJour would castrate them.

“That’s asking a bit too much, don’t you think?”

“I guess it is.” Demetrius waved his hand in farewell. “I’ll see you out there.”

“Yeah.”

Kurt grabbed his towel, which was buried in the bottom of his bag, and stripped out of his sneakers, jeans and boxers. Then he hurried into the shower stall. The hot water washed away the grime and dirt he had accumulated working on Billy and Taylor’s roof and changing Taylor’s tire. It wasn’t the usual shower he liked to have but it would have to do; he was already late. He didn’t want to push it too far.

Kurt toweled off as quickly as he could and dressed. He had his dress pants, socks and shoes on and was buttoning up his shirt when the door opened and a petite girl in her late teens sidled into the room. Kurt glanced towards her, meaning to tell her she had come into the wrong room, and did a double-take.

“Neo? What are you doing in here?”

Neo DuJour grinned, leaning against the door. Her golden blonde hair was done up on her hair, held together with hairspray. Makeup was applied an inch within becoming too much makeup and her overly big bre*sts were squeezed into a white blouse that was barely buttoned up to show off her black bra. She also wore black hot pants that did very little to cover her ample backside and fishnets showed off her curvy legs, finishing off with black stilettos.

Kurt had no idea if Taylor and Billy knew their eighteen-year-old daughter was going out looking like that. If they did, Neo would never leave the house again.

“I snuck in when Demetrius wasn’t looking.” Neo bit her lip. “I wanted to see you.”

Kurt was glad she hadn’t come in two minutes before when he had been naked. That would have been embarrassing for him but Neo seemed to have no shame. He turned away and finished buttoning his shirt.

“Well, you’ve seen me.” He reached for his tie. “Are we done?”

He heard Neo scoff in stunned annoyance.

“What do you mean by that?” She demanded. Her stilettos click-clacked on the floor. “We haven’t done anything. More’s the pity.”

Kurt gritted his teeth, trying to focus on doing up his tie. Neo’s perfume was strong and was filling his nostrils. He felt her bre*sts brush his arm and ignored her. Thankfully his co*k knew where things stood and didn’t bother getting excited. It liked where it was and didn’t want to have major surgery to keep it where it was supposed to be.

“I have to get to work, Neo.” He growled.

He flinched when he felt Neo’s hand on his chest.

“Why are you such a stuffed shirt, Kurt?” She was trying to be seductive but all Kurt could hear was whiny teenager. “Why don’t you loosen up? Perhaps I can help with that?”

Her hands drifted over his stomach to his belt. Kurt grabbed her hand and set her away as gently as he could.