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  One Rough Night

  By Tasha Monroe

  Sharice paced nervously in her living room, waiting for the phone to ring. She wasn’t expecting it to ring for a half an hour, but she wanted to be ready just in case. She knew that if she missed the call, it could mean the loss of her house. She’d be broke and there would be no coming back from that.

  Sharice had lost her job about a week ago. She’d been working as a secretary for a local business. Then the business collapsed and she was left jobless and with just enough money to pay her next month’s rent. She needed to find a job, and fast.

  A few days ago, she found something that had caught her eye. It was an ad on Craigslist for a ‘young woman between the ages of 18 and 25 willing to work nights.’ It must have been a hard job to get because the ad had been placed a month previously and was still available. And it seemed like a really good job too, the salary was much more than she had been earning as a secretary.

  She quickly got in touch with the person who placed the ad. She made sure it wasn’t a scam and scheduled an interview. If she could get this job, she’d be safe. Everything was riding on this and she wanted to make sure she would make the best impression possible.

  Today was the day she was to go in for the interview. She dressed up in her best clothes and was careful not to put too much makeup on. She always made sure she was careful about the way she dressed because she knew she didn’t look like most girls her age.

  She was only 19, but everyone told her she looked like a woman. She had huge tits, a nice ass, and beautiful brown eyes. There was just one problem: she was shy.

  Sharice had been shy for most of her life. She’d always been very self-conscious about her body. She knew her shyness was the main reason she had been unlucky with guys, but she didn’t let that get her down. She’d pretty much given up on trying to be with guys and instead focused her time on working.

  Today, she knew if she showed too much of herself she would definitely not get the job. Even though everything was covered, she still felt pretty nervous about how she looked. But that wasn’t the only reason she was nervous.

  The man who she talked to had scheduled the interview for the early evening. He didn’t specify what the job would be, but he did tell her that no experience was necessary. Fortunately, he was having the interview in a casual place so she wasn’t nervous about him kidnapping her or anything.

  In fact, she was surprised at how polite he was over the phone. He had told her the interview would be at a local restaurant and he’d buy her dinner and everything. He didn’t even ask who she was, he just offered to interview her at a restaurant. Sharice was surprised, but she quickly accepted.

  At a quarter to six, the phone finally rang. Sharice snatched it up.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey. Are you ready for our interview?”

  “Yes. I’ll head right over.”

  She hung up the phone and walked out to her car, heart pounding. Other than when she went to work, she never really got out of the house much. She wasn’t a big “people person” so she tried to stay at home as often as she could. Now, she’d be going out to eat with a man she’d never met before to try to get a job that seemed hard to get. She was getting more nervous by the minute.

  She got into her car and drove to the restaurant, thinking about what she might say. She didn’t want this to turn into a “date” or anything. She’d never been on one of those in her life and she was terrified of the concept. What was she supposed to say? Would he start asking her hard questions when she had a mouthful of food in her mouth? Oh god, she was going to embarrass the hell out of herself.

  But she knew she had no choice. She needed this job. She knew she couldn’t let nerves get in the way of getting the job. As she pulled up to the restaurant, she looked around the parking lot, surprised. Usually the place was packed, especially early in the evening. Now, there were only a couple cars parked.

  She got out of her car and walked up to the entrance, looking around for the guy she was supposed to be meeting. She hoped they’d be able to find each other. He hadn’t even given his name, or asked for hers. She opened the door of the restaurant and walked up to where the hostess stood.

  “Hi, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here. Did a man make a reservation in the last few minutes?” she asked.

  The hostess smiled.

  “Right this way, ma’am. He’s been waiting for you.”

  Sharice followed, confused. How would she know the man who was supposed to be meeting her? The hostess led her to a table in the back. When she saw the man who was sitting there, she thought her jaw would hit the floor.

  He was a white guy with beautiful, brown, shoulder-length hair and deep, brown eyes. He had a gorgeous face and she could see rings of muscle threatening to spring out of his shirt. He was casually dressed, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. He smiled at her as he stood up, inviting her to sit. His smile made her heart melt. She wasn’t usually interested in white guys, but this one was definitely an exception.

  Sharice sat down, stunned. She wasn’t expecting a man like this to be the one interviewing her. She felt her heart race as he looked into her eyes. His eyes seemed to penetrate her body, making her feel as if she was being x-rayed.

  “Hi, I’m James,” he said, extending his hand.

  She took it, his touch warming her to the bone.

  “I’m Sharice.”

  He turned to the hostess.

  “Just get us a couple waters to start with, Sarah, and then give us a few minutes.”

  The hostess/waitress nodded and walked off.

  “Um, do you know her or something?” asked Sharice. Instantly she felt like an idiot. She was supposed to be getting interviewed for what was probably the most important job of her life and that was she wanted to talk about? She silently cursed herself.

  He smiled again and looked at her with those deep, intelligent eyes.

  “This is actually my restaurant. I’m the manager. That’s why there are hardly any cars here. Whenever I interview someone, I make sure that we can’t be bothered by anyone else. Before you say anything, though, know that the job I’m offering you has nothing to do with the restaurant. I’m not going to hire you as a waitress or anything. What I have in mind is much more special.”

  Special? What was that supposed to mean?

  “Oh. Okay. What exactly do you have in mind though?”

  “I’ll let you know soon enough. First I want to get to know you a little bit more. I’ve had many girls interview for this job, and not one of them has felt like the right one. But I’m sensing something different with you already. We’ll see how it goes, though.”

  Sharice was more nervous than ever. So she was right about lots of people having interviewed for this. But what could be so hard about a job that required no experience from the manager of a local restaurant? Though she was very nervous, she couldn’t help but be very intrigued.

  “Okay, James. What do you want to know?”

  He chuckled again.

  “I thought I was supposed to be the one interviewing you?” he joked. Sharice couldn’t help but feel she was off to a terrible start.

  “Sorry, go ahead.”

  “Don’t be, you’re fine. Just relax, I promise you have nothing to be nervous about. I’m already thinking you’re going to be perfect for this. But I just want to get to know you a little bit. Now, Sharice, some of these questions are going to be a little personal. If you don’t feel like answering them just say so, and I won
’t press you. Of course I’d like if you answered them all, but you don’t have to and it won’t hurt your chances. Are you ready?”

  She nodded.

  “Okay. First of all, I’m curious. Have you ever been on a date before? Or had a boyfriend?”

  Even though his question was very personal, Sharice felt something strange. She felt as though she could talk to him about this. She didn’t know why, but she found it extremely easy to talk to him.

  “Well, no, I haven’t. I’ve never been with a man before and at this point, I’ve pretty much given up. I have no experience. Would you ever want to go on a date with me?” she said, without thinking.

  He laughed again as the hostess/waitress came back with the waters.

  “What do you think this is, Sharice? You’re on your first date. And you know what? I’m still here. I didn’t know what you looked like before, but I do now. And I think you look great. The younger women are always the best,” he said, winking at her.

  Sharice took a gulp of water to steady her nerves. She realized what he was saying was true. She was on an actual date, with a real man. She could hardly believe it. And the way he complimented her… was he hitting on her or something? The thought almost made her want to laugh. No one would even dream of doing that. She tried to relax a little.

  “Well, that’s good to know. But yeah, before tonight, I’ve never been on a date. I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything, and I’m already 19.”

  “Well, sometimes things can change when we least expect them to,” he said, winking at her again.

  Surely he was just kidding around, he couldn’t have been talking about himself, right? Sharice took another sip, waiting for him to keep asking her questions.

  “So, Sharice. What was your job like before this one? I mean you must have had some way of supporting yourself.”

  “Well, I worked as a secretary for a few years at a business a few blocks from my house. It didn’t pay that well, but it was a steady paycheck. It was easy, but pretty boring. My whole life has been pretty boring, actually.”

  He looked at her thoughtfully, those eyes sucking her in again.

  “Hmm. I think I know a way to help you with that. The job I have in mind for you is nothing like being a secretary, though you will be working for me. It will definitely be more exciting for you though, I can promise you that. And it won’t just be a paycheck you’ll be getting, either. What I have in mind is much more than that.”

  More than a paycheck? What was that supposed to mean?

  “Now, Sharice, next question. Are you comfortable living in your house right now? Is it a nice place?”

  She thought about it. She lived in a small, one bedroom apartment in one of the noisiest parts of town. She’d only been living there for a few months, and she didn’t really like it. The only reason she was still there was because it was cheap and she could afford it.

  “Umm. If given the opportunity, I’d leave as soon as possible. I can’t really afford to live anywhere else, though.”

  “That won’t be a problem. What I have in mind will make you much, much happier. We’re almost done, I only have a couple questions left.”

  Sharice nodded and took another sip.

  “Would you mind living with another person? Or other people Are you comfortable with that?”

  She’d never been too comfortable around other people. She hadn’t had many friends in her life, and was fine with that.

  “If I had to, I wouldn’t mind it at all. I don’t really have any friends, but if there was someone I could live with who cared about me, I would love that,” she said, again without thinking. What was wrong with her? ‘Someone who cared about me’ sounded pathetic.

  But he grinned broadly, as if she’d just given him the answer he wanted to hear.

  “That’s perfect. And now for my last question: do you want to eat, or do you want to start working right now?”

  She sat there, shocked. Did that mean she just got the job?

  “W-what? Am I hired now?”

  “Yes, I think you are perfect for the job.”

  She almost flung her arms around his neck and kissed him right there. She’d finally done it. She’d finally gotten a job! Now, she just needed to know what the job would be. Unless it was illegal, she didn’t care. She’d do anything for that kind of money at this point.

  “That’s amazing! I’d love to start right away. But, what do I have to do?”

  He grinned wickedly at her.

  “If you’re ready to start tonight, come with me,” he said, standing up and taking her by the hand. He peered out the window. It was now dark outside and a moon shone through the window. She stood up and followed him to a door in the back of the restaurant. It seemed as though all of the other employees had gone home, even though it was only 6:30.

  He opened the door and stepped through, leading her up a flight of stairs and to another door. He paused before opening it.

  “Sharice, I know I’m right about you. I know you’ll be fine. Your future is through this door. I can give you anything you want, Sharice, and not just money. Just promise me you won’t dismiss it out right. At least think about it. I don’t think you will, but I’m asking just in case. We won’t hurt you.”

  Sharice felt her heart race. Alarm bells started blaring in her head. Who was ‘we’? Her heart started to pound wildly as all kinds of thoughts raced through her mind. Was he going to kidnap her? Did he have something even worse in mind?

  He opened the door and gestured for her to step through. She walked through, heart thudding in her chest. When she walked in, she was greeted with a rumble of several male voices. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw that she was in what looked like a conference room.

  “A new chick to fuck? Gimme some of that ass!”

  “Fuck you, I want her.”

  “No, she’s mine!”

  “Enough!” shouted James, annoyed. “This is Sharice, a potential new recruit. I don’t want her turned off by you assholes, so shut the fuck up.”

  He turned back to Sharice.

  “Don’t worry honey, most of us aren’t dickheads like Mike and Shane,” he gestured to the guys that had shouted about wanting to fuck her.

  “W-what are you talking about? Recruit for what?”

  “For you to join the Hell’s Raiders MC of course.”

  “W-why would you want me to join a motorcycle gang? I’m only a 19 year old girl. You wouldn’t want someone like me.”

  He turned to everyone else.

  “Everyone out.”

  It seemed James was the leader of the gang because everyone shuffled obediently out. She shuddered as Mike and Shane leered at her one last time.

  He turned back to Sharice.

  “I can tell with people, trust me. I know you have what it takes. And I can prove it to you… right now.”

  He took her hand and led her to a back room. It turned out to be a bedroom. Was he thinking what she thought he was thinking?

  “Sharice I know a way to help you get some self confidence. I know you’re Hell’s Raiders material.”

  He slowly removed his clothes, tossing them in a corner. Sharice couldn’t help but stare at him. Rings of muscle lined his chest. He had a perfect six pack and the tattoos on his arm muscles rippled as he slowly removed his pants.

  Sharice’s eyes snapped onto his rapidly growing cock. There it was, the first one she’d ever seen, growing longer and longer in the pale light of the bedroom.

  She felt as though she was drawn to him. She couldn’t fight what her body wanted. He slowly stalked over to her as she felt her pussy throb with desire. She wanted to say something, to tell him to stay away. But the only thing on her mind was that big, throbbing cock in between his legs.

  He got to her and didn’t hesitate. He pulled her shirt off with a quick movement of his powerful hand, exposing her breasts in the cool air. He wasted no time, quickly running his tongue across her sweet, pink nipples, enjoying the taste
.

  Sharice moaned as his tongue moved, making every inch of her breasts as wet as her pussy. She noticed his cock hanging there, wanting to be felt. James stopped licking and gently pushed her head down, urging her to suck him.

  She responded silently, her hands wrapping around his massive cock. She ran her tongue lightly across his head as he gave a soft growl of pleasure, wanting more. She gave it to him, taking his head in her mouth and sucking gently. She teased him, sucking just the head at first, before taking him all the way in her mouth.

  He was so big she couldn’t fit him in all the way, but she managed to get his cock to the back of her throat. She slowly pulled it out, and then pushed it back in again, beginning to bob up and down on him.