My Kind Of Bad

“I don’t need help loosening up.” He snapped. “And I certainly wouldn’t ask you to help.”

Neo pouted. She crossed her arms, which squeezed her bre*sts together, and cocked a hip.

“Why the fu*k not? Am I not pretty enough? I could give those women you fu*k a run for their money.”

If she didn’t wear that much makeup, if she didn’t wear such revealing clothing, Kurt could say Neo was a pretty girl. He had been in Billy’s biker group since he was eighteen and remembered Neo as a six-year-old little girl. She had been cute then and Kurt had thought she was a good kid. It was when she hit thirteen and started flirting with the guys in the group that Kurt realized she wasn’t a good girl anymore. Any fond feelings he had felt for her had gone, replaced by an irritation for a bratty teenager who thought she could wrap men around her little finger.

High school boys, maybe, but not grown men. At least, Kurt hoped not.

“Neo, you’re eighteen. That’s far too young for me.”

“But you’re only thirty.” Neo protested. “You make yourself sound like an old man.”

“I’m old for you.” Kurt said again. “Adding to the fact that your dad is my boss.” Kurt took his jacket off its hanger and slipped it on. “If I touch you and he finds out, I’m dead. I like my life just fine right now.”

He didn’t, actually, but he didn’t really want to die because he had had s*x with his boss’ daughter. Billy would burn him alive.

Reaching for his gun, Kurt slipped it into the pocket of his coat pocket and shrugged into that, giving Neo a glare.

“Go home and cuddle your teddy bears. I’m not interested.”

For a moment he thought Neo was going to cry. But he remained stony-faced. A reaction of apology was what she wanted. When she realized she wasn’t going to get her own way, Neo growled and stomped her foot, her eyes flashing angrily.

“Screw you.” She snarled.

“You wish.”

Slamming his locker shut and slipping the padlock on, Kurt left the locker room, not bothering to look back.

He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

*****

Neera was beginning to regret saying that she would go out. The music was too loud. The crowd was too big. Petra and Elizabeth had been swept away, leaving her at the bar. People kept coming up to her, asking her to dance or to buy her a drink, but Neera turned them all down. All she could think about was going home and going to bed.

She hadn’t realized how much she had actually hated the clubbing scene. She liked her music and she liked to socialize but this was going too far for Neera.

Maybe her age was catching up to her.

Someone nudged her sharply as they leaned against the bar.

“Hey, gorgeous. How you doing?”

Neera glanced at him. Mid-twenties, blond hair, blue eyes and a clean-cut appearance. All-American boy. Dressed in a light blue shirt and jeans. He was good-looking, especially when he flashed his white smile. Had it been any other time, Neera might have accepted his advances. But she didn’t even feel a flicker of interest.

Not like the bouncer at the door. Neera could still see him clearly as he let them in earlier that evening. At least six feet tall, dark hair cut close to his head, broad shoulders and slim hips, and all of it was muscle. She had also noticed some tattoos on the back of his hand and on the side of his neck. Normally Neera didn’t go for tattoos but there was something that exuded from the bouncer that Neera found herself drawn to.

If it had been him trying to hit on her now Neera would have accepted it. But this one didn’t raise anything except annoyance that he was looking to score. She turned away and fiddled with the straw in her glass.

“I was okay until just now.”

“Fancy a dance, honey?” Blondie shifted closer and slid his hand down her back. “You look like you can bust a few sexy moves.”

Neera flinched the moment his hand skimmed her backside and started to take hold with a firm squeeze. She shifted and slapped his hand away.

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on. There’s no need to be boring.”

Neera raised an eyebrow at him.

“Boring?” She challenged. “I’ve been bored since I came in. You’re just making it worse.” She turned away. “Get lost.”

“Screw you, bi*ch.” Blondie pulled away and leaned in, whispering into her ear. “I hope you get ra*ed.”

Neera felt him move away and rolled her eyes. That wasn’t the first time someone had said that to her. Men thought girls were easy pickings and when they got turned down they got nasty. Neera hated people like that; if they couldn’t accept rejection then she was not going anywhere near it.

Someone slid onto the stool beside her. The strong perfume that wafted into her nostrils told her it was Elizabeth. Her friend leaned her elbows on the bar, her dress as black as her skin, her hair shaved down to virtually nothing. As a model, Elizabeth had a tendency to stand out. She poked Neera in the arm.

“What’s going on with you? I thought you were going to enjoy yourself.”

“I’m not having fun.” Neera sucked at the straw. She was only on cola and that made her stand out; everyone else had ordered alcoholic drinks. “I thought I would, Lizzie, but I’m not. This isn’t my thing anymore.”

“You’ve been inside for too long.” Elizabeth shoved her shoulder a little. Her eyes were a little glazed over and Neera was sure her friend was buzzing. “You need to chill and loosen up.”

“Like Petra.” Neera looked over at their friend, who was in the middle of the dance floor locking lips with one guy while another grinded on her from behind. “How many guys have had their tongues down her throat?”

“She’s single. She can do what she wants.” Elizabeth slid an arm around Neera’s shoulders. “Come on, jump around with me. You like this music.”

Neera liked the music. She just didn’t like it that loud.

“No, thanks. I’ll finish this and then I’ll head off.”

“Party pooper.” But it was said with no malice. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine. You have fun with Petra.” Neera slurped up the last of her drink and slid off the stool, picking up her purse. “See you, sis.”

“Night, honey.”

Neera slung her purse strap over her shoulder and made her way through the crowd, dodging people as they milled around. Her head was starting to pound. This was not something she wanted to do anymore. Her clubbing days were over.

She really was getting boring.

Pushing through a thick throng at the edge of the dance floor, Neera moved towards the exit. Only to have Blondie block her way. Two more men stood behind her, towering over her. Blondie grinned.

“Hey, Downer Girl.” He sneered. “Fancy seeing you again.”