Black Water

White Lace

Amira's POV:

Walking into the office of Teller-Morrow automotive, I slammed the door and answered the phone. Of course, it was some uptight business man who wanted someone to come get his car because it wouldn't start. Rolling my eyes, I explained to him that we didn't open for another hour and that someone would be by to collect him and his car when the men got in. After about five minutes of him yelling and telling me that he had more money than me, I told him what time to expect someone from the garage. The phone was then slammed back into its place and I sighed a heavy sigh. Slumping down into the office chair, I tried to ready myself for the long list of bullshit that I knew was coming my way today. The repo list hadn't been sent over from the financial companies yet so all I had to do for the next hour was sort through the paperwork that I didn't get a chance to finish the day before. It took the entire hour to file everything away due to the separate in the files. Just as I finished putting the last file away, I heard the loud thunderous rumble of motorcycles rolling onto the lot. It wouldn't be long until they wandered into the office looking for coffee. Starting up the coffee pot, I sat back down and waited for the repo lists to be faxed over. Just as the coffee machine alerted that the coffee was finally ready, three of the boys wandered through the door. 

"Good morning Mira." Juice mumbled

"Morning Juan Carlos."

He rolled his eyes as I used his actual name. He absolutely hated it so of course I used it.

"What I don't get a good morning?" Tig asked

"What have you done to deserve it Trager?"

"Someone is feisty this morning. Have you gotten laid recently? If not, I am willing to help in that department." He joked

"You keep that STD infested dick away from me Tig"

All of the men laughed as they finished filling up their cups. Once they were satisfied, the exited into the shop to start the morning's work. Finally, after what felt like hours the repo list was faxed over. Once they finished printing out, I wandered into the shop and gave Half-Sack the three repo list and told Opie to go with him. Wandering back into the office, I could feel several eyes looking at my ass. 

~Time Skip brought by Chibs~

Right at five o'clock, I finished filing the papers into the filing cabinet and turned off the lamp. As I turned around, I was met face to face with Gemma. I hadn't expected to see her today. 

"Hey Gemma. What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to see what you are doing tonight. The guys are throwing a party and I wanted to be the one to invite you to come."

"A SAMCRO party?"

"Yes honey. Go home and get changed. Party starts at 7."

Smiling, I ran to my car and hastily drove home. This was the first time that I had been invited to a SAMCRO party before so I guess I was a bit excited. When I pulled into my driveway, I paused. Why in the world would Gemma invite me to a party? Maybe someone said something to her about my work ethic or something. I have no idea but right now I didn't care. 

~Twenty minutes later~

Sliding my lipstick on, I adjusted my top one more time. The entire top was sheer, white lace. The white bra that I had underneath held nothing to the imagination. That was how I wanted tonight to be. These boys only saw me during work hours. They never got to see me after hours when I went out to bars or went to clubs in some other city. The skirt that I was wearing came just below my ass and the heels I wore took me from an even five feet tall to maybe five feet and a few inches. I wanted to get someone's attention tonight and god damn it was I going to do it. Making sure my curls were intact but still messy and my makeup was perfect, I grabbed my phone and my keys before making my way to the clubhouse. As I pulled into the lot, I was surprised to see the lot full of bikers that I didn't know. All of them were wearing patches of the same MC but not of the same charter. Guess there is something that needs to be done and they called other charters in. Parking towards the end, I got out and locked the car behind me. Making my way to the office, I hid my keys and phone inside there. I had my hiding spots all over that office just to make sure I didn't get inappropriate Tig pictures on my phone. Walking back out, I walked into Gemma.

"Well hell, if I knew you could dress like this, I would have invited you to the other parties."

"Well I tend to keep this part of my life hidden from the people I work with. I am going to go get a beer and maybe do some damage to a stripper pole."

"Sounds like a plan. Have a good time baby."

"Oh I will."

Walking to the clubhouse, I opened the door and immediately had the eyes of everyone in the room. Wandering over to the bar, I asked Sack if he could hand me a beer. He did and I popped the top of it off using the counter in front of me. Pressing the bottle to my lips, I tipped my head back and started to chug. Honestly, after the week I have had this was exactly what I needed to relax. As I sat there talking to Sack, a couple guys from another charter started talking me up and trying to get me in their lap. I'm not anyone's old lady but I am not going to whore myself to everyone just to get his attention. After awhile, some crow eaters got their attention and they went away which to me was a good fucking thing. They were getting on my nerves honestly. Eventually, I heard the sounds of a cat fight breaking out between two crow eaters on the other side of the building.

"Would someone get in there and break that up? Chibs? Tig?" Clay ordered

None of the boys moved and the other girls were hiding behind the men. Their shrill voices were giving me a headache so I took off my heels and walked across the room. Grabbing one of the girls by the arm, I spun her around and pressed her face into the wall. I tripped the other girl and planted my foot against her throat. They both fought against my and I applied more pressure until they were both still.

"I don't know about you two cock sucking whores, but I am trying to enjoy my drink and the music. I don't think we need to hear your shrill voices fighting over who gets to suck whos dick. Play like good children and take turns or go find another place to fight that is not ten feet from my fucking ear. Next time I hear it i'm breaking someone's nose. Understand?"

They both nodded and when I released them, ran outside and probably found who they were looking for. Padding back over to the bar, I put my shoes back on and continued to sip on my beer. When Sack asked if I wanted another, I asked him if we could upgrade it to whiskey. After the glass was sat in front of me, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Turning around I came face to face with Chibs.

"Lass, what the hell was that?"

"I didn't want to hear them fight over a dick they could just share. So I gave them choices. Now I can enjoy my drink in peace."

"I didn't mean that. I meant where did you learn to do that?"

"Oh, I have my second degree black belt. Never much cared for weapons so I learned how to fight with my hands."

He stared at me and sat down next to me at the bar. Sack poured him a drink and we talked for the night about everything and anything that we could find inside our heads to talk about.