“No and neither do I.” Lily raised her hand when Beth would have protested. “You didn’t go to your prom because daddy wouldn’t allow it and I just can’t go when I know it wouldn’t have been what he wanted and Charles agrees.”

Beth chose her words with care. “Lily, times have changed. The church is much more lenient than when dad was pastor. I am not saying go out and get wild, just go out and have a good time. There can be a happy medium.”

Lily just shook her head. “No, Beth please, I don’t want to go.” Beth started to argue with her sister, whether it was the prom she did not want to attend or the after parties, which could get a little wild. The phone interrupted her with the notes of “Into the fire." Lily made a look of reproach at the music, but Beth ignored it. She loved music and enjoyed it contrary to her father’s teachings of it leading to sin and temptation. Beth wasn’t about to let Lily guilt her into changing it into her own boring ring tone.

“Hello?”

“Beth. This is Loker James. I am sorry to disturb your evening, but I have a situation on my hands I was hoping you could help me with.”

“No problem, Mr. James, what can I help you with?"

Lily made a face at her as she helped herself to another serving of her spaghetti.

“I just received a call from Mick at “Rosie’s,” dad is down there drunk and trying to get in fights with other customers. I was hoping you could send Blake down there to take him home for me. I am in Washington in a meeting or I would do it myself.”

“I can’t send Blake, but I can take care of it for you.” Mr. James’ father Ton was a small man with a big name with an attitude to match. He was a sweet person when sober, but when he was drunk, he managed to convince himself he was a badass. This often led to fights that he lost, and sometimes ending up in the emergency room being patched up under his son’s furious recriminations.

Loker James had hired Beth because his business had him out of town frequently and he wanted to maintain a watchful eye on his father.

“I don’t know if that is the best option. Dad can be hard to handle when he’s drunk.” The aggravation in his tone came clearly through the phone. Beth grinned, she was well aware of just how cranky the man could be, having put him to bed many times over the last few months since she had been hired. It was the first time she would have to enter “Rosie’s” to retrieve him after a binge.

“I can handle Ton. Don’t worry. Mick will help me get him in the car.” She was well acquainted with Mick; the bar’s owner had attended her father’s church and even continued when the new pastor had taken over at her father’s death. Her father had wondered frequently to her mother if it was to repent for the sins he allowed being committed within his establishment, or those he had committed himself. Whenever the subject had been brought up to Mick, he had just changed the subject to her father’s sermon which redirected the enthusiastic pastor from his determination from saving the man considered to be one of the biggest sinner’s in the congregation. His large donations had soon stopped further attempts at saving his soul.

“If you’re sure?” Doubt was now laced in his voice before Beth heard him sigh. “Call me when you have him back at home. If you run into any trouble let me know immediately.”

Chapter 2

It didn’t take Beth long to reach the bar on the outskirts of the town after leaving Lily doing the dishes, which she didn’t feel at all guiltily about. That was the one chore Beth despised, spending her childhood doing them after the many dinners her parents had felt compelled to have for members of their congregation.

Beth swallowed hard when she pulled in and saw the parking lot of “Rosie’s” packed. Friday was a busy night for the bar; the vast majority of spaces were filled with motorcycles. A sinking feeling hit her stomach. Before she could change her mind and call Loker James back and tell him she couldn’t rescue his father, Beth walked quickly to the entrance. As she neared the doorway, a movement to the side of the business drew her attention.

A male was leaning against the side of the building, the darkened wall provided support as a woman with a frilly black skirt was on her knees before him. His cock was buried in her mouth; her bobbing head showed exactly what sexual act she was performing on the male. When Beth was able to lift her shocked eyes from the thrusting hips and large cock being shoved in the woman’s eager mouth, she recognized the man from earlier today who had seen her scurrying to her car. Even now, Beth had to stop herself from running back to the safety of the waiting vehicle when he lifted his gaze and saw Beth staring at them in shocked surprise.

He did not slow down, instead the hand in the woman’s hair tightened as he pulled her closer to his cock. He momentarily broke eye contact with Beth to watch his cock disappear in her obviously experienced mouth. The girls black tube top was down around her waist and his fingers were tugging on the woman’s breast in his hand. Beth saw his fingers twist her nipple and the woman began to squirm as her head bobbed faster until Beth could tell from his lustful groan and the woman’s gasps that he was coming in her mouth.

A slamming door drew her back to reality; she jerkily walked forward, practically running into the bar. Beth despised herself for watching the couple, but she had been frozen in place, unable to move with his eyes pinning her in place.

It took several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the bar. Looking around, she saw Ton sitting at the bar and it seemed she had arrived just in time. He was currently being held by the throat of another biker she had seen with Samantha earlier that day. Beth saw her currently sitting on the lap of a heavily tattooed biker.

Guessing fidelity did not exist among the group; Beth motioned to Mick who had not taken his eyes off her since she had entered the bar. Carefully walking up behind Ton, who couldn’t see her approach due to the biker now holding him dangling in the air, Beth reached out a hand and tugged at the arm determined to strangle the life out of her client.

“Excuse me, could you please let him go.” The unbelievably scary face that turned to her forced an unintended squeak past her trembling lips. Beth knew herself as a self-confessed coward and wisely would have never in a million years attempted to confront the huge being in front of her, unless forced to do so for her client’s well being, and of course the huge amount she was planning on charging Loker James. Swallowing the huge lump of fear lodged in her throat, she reached out and tugged his hand away from a purple Ton.

Released, Ton grabbed the bar hanging on as he dragged air into oxygen deprived lungs. His gasps for air drawing everyone’s attention as they waited to see if the old man would have a heart attack or recover.

“What the fuck?” The huge biker moved forward to grab Ton again, Beth moved placing herself in front of Ton, blocking his access.

“I apologize for anything and everything he has done. I am here to pick him up. If you would give me a minute, I will get him out of your hair.” Belatedly, Beth noticed the scary biker dude had no hair. “I mean,” hastily Beth spoke once again, “I know he can be a little irritating when he has been drinking and I won’t let him bother you further.”

The silence in the bar allowed Beth to hear her thundering heartbeat. “He called me a pussy. I am going to beat the shit out of him, then you can take him wherever the fuck you want to.” Again he reached out to grab Ton, shoving her out of his way. As Beth grabbed a stool to regain her balance, she heard a harsh voice order the meathead.