Saracens are going to come at us, there isn’t a lot we can do.”
“Yeah, okay,” Whiteshirt agreed. Ironside was right, but it worried him they could be sitting on a ticking time bomb and Ironside was acting like it was business as usual.
“Honey, you ready to go?” Ironside called. He’d excused his squeeze while he conducted business, but the business was over now.
The big-titted blonde sauntered over, beer in hand, and slid into the table beside him. “Any time, but can I finish my beer first?”
Ironside nodded. “Sure. I’m in no hurry.” He still had more than half his beer to go, too, and he knew from experience that once Honey Mettle got a couple of beers in her, she got hornier than usual. She’d also been on the rag for the past several days, but she’d informed him on the ride over she’d stopped spotting, and he knew she was always got super horny for a few days after her cycle. The one-two punch of hormones and beer? No, he didn’t mind waiting for her to finish her beer a bit.
They were finishing their beer, Honey slowly stroking Ironside’s cock under the table, when the woman walked in, a small duffle slung over her shoulder. Ironside grinned and nodded toward the door, causing Whiteshirt to turn. He looked the woman over and turned back to Ironside with a smile. The woman was definitely Ironside’s type.
Tall with big tits, she was a big girl, but in all the best ways. Whiteside’s grin widened as Honey glared at the newcomer as she moved toward the bar and settled on a stool. She obviously knew the newcomer was Ironside’s type, too.
Peyton settled on the stool and looked over what was on tap. “Warsteiner Dunkel,” she ordered before she pulled out her phone and dialed. As agreed, Melissa didn’t answer. “I made it!” she said softly. “The Teutonic Knights bar on the Mall. I’ll wait here.”
They’d picked the bar because it was the flagship bar of the Teutonic Knights, named after their club, it was well inside the Knights territory, and it was near the train station. Andrew, or the Saracens, would have to be crazy to try anything here. In a few hours, when Melissa could get away, they would walk the three blocks to the train station, buy their tickets, and be on their way out of the Cleveland and try to start someplace new.
She hung up the phone and dropped it back in her duffle as the keep sat her beer in front of her. She nodded her thanks and tossed a five on the bar before taking a small sip, closing her eyes at the rich smooth taste. She would have to nurse the beer because they needed to save every penny, but it sure beat the swill the Saracens seemed to prefer.
“I think I know her,” Honey said as she stared at the woman.
“Who is she?” Ironside asked.
“I don’t know her name, but I swear, I saw her at a party with a bunch of Saracens.”
Whiteshirt and Ironside watched the woman. The women of the two clubs hated each other as much as the men did, and while the men of the clubs spent their time trying to gut each other, the women had become their respective clubs eyes and ears.
“Are you sure?” Ironside asked. The woman didn’t act like a spy for the Saracens, and if she was, why was she here, in a bar?
“No, not sure. But I’m going to find out.” Honey smiled as she slid out of the booth. This was her chance to prove herself to Ironside. She was letting him fuck her stupid, but she hadn’t yet gotten him to make her his old lady. If she turned up a Saracen spy bitch, and kicked her ass right here in front of him, that would be another feather in her cap and prove to him she was more than just a place for him to stick his cock.
She’d been after Ironside since she joined the Knights as a club girl almost a year ago. She’d finally gotten his attention four months ago when he took her to bed, and she’d made sure he didn’t forget her. She’d worked hard to make sure
“Yeah, okay,” Whiteshirt agreed. Ironside was right, but it worried him they could be sitting on a ticking time bomb and Ironside was acting like it was business as usual.
“Honey, you ready to go?” Ironside called. He’d excused his squeeze while he conducted business, but the business was over now.
The big-titted blonde sauntered over, beer in hand, and slid into the table beside him. “Any time, but can I finish my beer first?”
Ironside nodded. “Sure. I’m in no hurry.” He still had more than half his beer to go, too, and he knew from experience that once Honey Mettle got a couple of beers in her, she got hornier than usual. She’d also been on the rag for the past several days, but she’d informed him on the ride over she’d stopped spotting, and he knew she was always got super horny for a few days after her cycle. The one-two punch of hormones and beer? No, he didn’t mind waiting for her to finish her beer a bit.
They were finishing their beer, Honey slowly stroking Ironside’s cock under the table, when the woman walked in, a small duffle slung over her shoulder. Ironside grinned and nodded toward the door, causing Whiteshirt to turn. He looked the woman over and turned back to Ironside with a smile. The woman was definitely Ironside’s type.
Tall with big tits, she was a big girl, but in all the best ways. Whiteside’s grin widened as Honey glared at the newcomer as she moved toward the bar and settled on a stool. She obviously knew the newcomer was Ironside’s type, too.
Peyton settled on the stool and looked over what was on tap. “Warsteiner Dunkel,” she ordered before she pulled out her phone and dialed. As agreed, Melissa didn’t answer. “I made it!” she said softly. “The Teutonic Knights bar on the Mall. I’ll wait here.”
They’d picked the bar because it was the flagship bar of the Teutonic Knights, named after their club, it was well inside the Knights territory, and it was near the train station. Andrew, or the Saracens, would have to be crazy to try anything here. In a few hours, when Melissa could get away, they would walk the three blocks to the train station, buy their tickets, and be on their way out of the Cleveland and try to start someplace new.
She hung up the phone and dropped it back in her duffle as the keep sat her beer in front of her. She nodded her thanks and tossed a five on the bar before taking a small sip, closing her eyes at the rich smooth taste. She would have to nurse the beer because they needed to save every penny, but it sure beat the swill the Saracens seemed to prefer.
“I think I know her,” Honey said as she stared at the woman.
“Who is she?” Ironside asked.
“I don’t know her name, but I swear, I saw her at a party with a bunch of Saracens.”
Whiteshirt and Ironside watched the woman. The women of the two clubs hated each other as much as the men did, and while the men of the clubs spent their time trying to gut each other, the women had become their respective clubs eyes and ears.
“Are you sure?” Ironside asked. The woman didn’t act like a spy for the Saracens, and if she was, why was she here, in a bar?
“No, not sure. But I’m going to find out.” Honey smiled as she slid out of the booth. This was her chance to prove herself to Ironside. She was letting him fuck her stupid, but she hadn’t yet gotten him to make her his old lady. If she turned up a Saracen spy bitch, and kicked her ass right here in front of him, that would be another feather in her cap and prove to him she was more than just a place for him to stick his cock.
She’d been after Ironside since she joined the Knights as a club girl almost a year ago. She’d finally gotten his attention four months ago when he took her to bed, and she’d made sure he didn’t forget her. She’d worked hard to make sure
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