Page 14 of Wheelie's Challenge
Wheelie glanced over at one of the new girls and watched as she rubbed her voluptuous body against Tigger while he ran his hands up over her rounded ass. He turned and faced the bar.
“Dude, you need to fuck one of the women and get over this pansy-assed shit you have with Sofia,” Throttle said as Rags mumbled “He’s fuckin’ right.”
“We going to Ruthie’s or what?” Wheelie put his empty bottle down on the bar.
Rags and Throttle followed suit, and the three of them strode out of the club.
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Ruthie, the ownerof the diner, escorted the three men to their favorite booth at the back of the restaurant next to the picture window. She handed them menus and laughed when they handed them back.
“I should’ve known better. I’d guess you know the menu better than I do.” Ruthie gathered them up. “You want coffee and water?”
“Sounds good. You still got enough of the chicken-fried steak?” Rags asked. Specials sold out fast, and Ruthie’s chicken-fried steak and fried chicken were the ones that sold out the quickest.
“We do. You came early enough this time, but just to be sure, I’ll put your order in now. All three of you want the special?” They nodded. “I’ll have Brenda bring you coffee and water.” Ruthie made her way to the kitchen.
“Brenda’s gonna be happy to see you, dude,” Rags said, pulling out several napkins from the dispenser.
“She asks about you every time we come here,” Throttle added.
Wheelie shrugged and took out his phone and turned it on. He saw a missed call from his mom and one that had nothing but zeroes which indicated to him that it had probably come from the state pen. “Looks like Diesel called me.”
“When’s he getting out?” Rags asked.
“By the end of the year. He can’t fuckin’ wait. First thing he wants to do is go to Big Rocky’s and get the biggest platter of ribs, links, and smoked chicken the cook can drum up.” Wheelie laughed.
“Here are your drinks,” Brenda said as she put down the coffee mugs and water glasses. “Hiya, Wheelie. How’ve you been?” She threw him a big smile and tugged at her uniform, pulling it down even further than it was. Her ample cleavage stared Wheelie in the face, and the scent of her gardenia perfume swept over him.
“Been busy. How’ve you been?”
“Okay, I guess. I’ve been doing a lot of doubles. It seems like all I do is work. I’m getting antsy to do something real wild and fun.” Her tongue skimmed her lips quickly. “What do you do for fun?”
“Hang with my brothers.” He stirred some cream into his coffee then brought the mug to his mouth.
“Don’t you ever want to do something different?” Brenda folded her arms under her large breasts.
“Not really.”
“Miss? Do you have a rag? My son spilled his Coke,” a woman said at a table kitty-corner to their booth.
Brenda craned her neck then looked back at Wheelie. “I’ll be back in a few. Ruthie took all of your orders, right?”
“Yeah,” Throttle said. She whirled around and went over to the table.
“She’s so fuckin’ hot for you, dude.” Rags shook his head and grabbed two packets of sugar.
“Let’s not start any shit up about her or any other chick, okay? If I was into her, I’d have fucked her already. I’m not. It’s not a big deal. You’ve turned down a few chicks because you weren’t into them, so it’s the same for me.”
“Yeah, but they didn’t look like Brenda. She’s so fuckin’ ripe, bro. I wish she were into me. I wouldn’t waste the chance.”
“You’re too damn skinny,” Throttle said. “Women like her have a thing for the buffed guys.”
“I’m buffed.” Rags bent his arm, showing off his muscles. “I’m just naturally thin.” Throttle and Wheelie guffawed.
By the time the three men finished their dinners, Brenda had given Wheelie her phone number, written down her working schedule for the next two weeks, and slipped him a free slice of peach pie. Rags was bursting with envy and all Wheelie wanted to do was go over to Sofia’s house and hold her in his arms while he kissed her deeply.I have it real bad for her.
Smokey came in just as they were about to slide out of the booth.
