The Outlaws - Part Two Read Online Free

to find a way to show him that I was worth taking a chance, despite the fact that he had first run across me passed out with my hand inside my panties outside of his window late at night. 
     
    That shouldn't be too hard, right?  Right.
     
    I ordered my third whiskey, which was probably a very bad idea, but I didn't want to leave just yet, considering I had a perfect view of what was going on behind me.  As soon as Trigger had returned after our exchange, the other guys had questioned him about me.  He whispered a few words and they all started laughing as he obviously told them the story about Jackson finding me.  I didn't care.  I wasn't embarrassed.  I was proud of what happened, all of it, and there was nothing they could do to shame me.
     
    The whiskey had gone right through me, filling me with false courage and providing me with a very full bladder. I wobbled a little as I made my way to the bathroom, trying once again not to fall, and trying to remind myself why I ever thought wearing these shoes was a good idea.  I couldn't wait to toss them in the back of the closet when I got home.
     
    I was washing my hands when the door of the ladies' room opened.  My head was down, lost in my millions of thoughts as usual and I didn't look up right away.  When I felt a hand grip my ass, I jumped and screamed.  Turning around, I came face to face with Spider. 
     
    His sinister smile surprised me, the smell of whiskey and cigarettes on his breath made me gag as I tried to move away from him, but he had me trapped between his hands on the sink.
     
    “Please move.” 
     
    His laugh was evil, and after being this close to him for the first time, I realized there wasn't anything attractive about this guy at all.  Looking into his dark, cold eyes, I felt the extreme urge to flee.
     
    “Why should I do that, Ms. Dixie?  Trigger told us all about you.  About how you like to watch people.”  He reached his hand out, cupping my chin in his hand, turning my face up to his.  He reached his other hand up, grabbing the front of my dress, leaving a dirty grease stain on it.
     
    “Please let me go.”  I was shaking now and completely terrified.
     
    “Trigger told us how you fuck like an animal.  How you took him and Jackson on at the same time.  You're quite the little whore, aren't you?”
     
    “I'm no whore!”  Now he had pissed me off.  My anger rose from deep inside me, as I lifted my knee sharply, slamming into his groin hard.  He doubled over, ripping my dress as he went, and then grabbing his balls and yelling as I ran out of the bathroom.
     
    “You fucking cunt!”  His high-pitched insult echoed down the hallway after me as I stumbled past the bar, past the booth full of laughing MC members, and out of the front door of the bar as fast as my absurd 'fuck-me' heels could carry me.  I was completely humiliated!  Hot tears fell down my face,  leaving black traces of mascara on my cheeks.
     
    I turned the corner to the parking lot, half-stumbling, half-running and half-blind.  And boom! I ran smack into Jackson's leather covered chest as he rounded the corner.  Just my stupid luck.
     
    “Whoa!”  He exclaimed, grabbing my arms to keep me from falling over.
     
    I looked at him sheepishly, feeling like a complete fool. 
     
    “Th-thanks....um...s-sorry for running into you like that.”
     
    “Dixie?  Hey! Dixie, why are you crying?  Fuck....”  His eyes raked across my body. “Why are you dressed like that?! Are you fucking following me again?  Is this supposed to be some sort of disguise? What the fuck?”
     
    “Oh, God.”  I couldn't get much more out than that.
     
    “What the fuck did you do to your hair?”  His anger was replaced by curiosity as he grabbed a lock in his fingers.  “And why is your dress torn?  What happened?”
     
    Shaking and angry, and still full of whiskey, I looked into his eyes with rage.
     
    “I'm...I'm.....I'm not a whore, dammit!”  As