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  The Pied Piper’s Pipe

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  Paperback ISBN-13: 978-1-64450-085-9

  Ebook ISBN-13: 978-1-64450-084-2

  1

  The Piper

  Peter von Schmidt entered Red’s Bar, relishing the air conditioning as sweat trickled down his temple from early summer heatwaves. Looking at his cell phone, the bar had barely been open an hour. With spring ending, it wouldn’t be long before bikers came in droves, on their way into the bigger city for bike week. The worse of it was how they left a wake of unpaid tabs and broken pool sticks at every joint in a fifty-mile radius. This early, the bar was a ghost town, but it wouldn’t be long before a cluster of bikers poured in, making a debacle of the weekly karaoke night.

  They never bothered him. No one wanted to fuck with a guy who passed as a taller Stone Cold Steve Austin on a bad day. In fact, he had the real deal by about three inches standing at a height of six foot five inches. He often lifted weights, but that was to help him stay fit at the steel factory and the heavy loading of the machines and palettes. Scratching his goatee, he took a seat at the bartop, waiting for the time to pass.

  His day had quickly gone downhill. He needed to keep a low profile.

  “Hey Peter! You’re here rather early.” Red came out of the back office, her hips swinging in her jean skirt and red locks bouncing all around her shoulders. “In fact, a few hours early. Are you here for lunch?”

  “Let me see the menu,” he grumbled, rubbing the top of his bald head. “I have nothing better to do.”

  She reached over the cash register and pulled one free. “So, you going to tell me why you’re at my bar so early today? I imagine it wasn’t to watch me prep the ice trough for tonight.”

  He grabbed the menu. “I got laid off,” he said, and her smile faltered. “Slow season is hitting, and they cut the crew in half today. Unfortunately, this year was my turn to get laid off.”

  “Ouch. I’m shocked no one else came with you.” He stole a glance at her cleavage as she leaned over the counter. If I didn’t know better, she did that on purpose to brighten my day. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

  He sighed. “I’ll live,” he said, glancing over the menu. “Just get me a cheeseburger, add bacon.”

  “Ok, sweetheart.” She punched his order into the touch screen. “Are you looking for a seasonal job? Or planning a long vacation?”

  “I haven’t made up my mind yet.” Peter leaned back, enjoying the way Red’s body dipped, in and out of her belly shirt. “Was thinking about leaving town for a while.”

  “Oh?” Her blue eyes peeked over her shoulder, gazing at him. “Heading south for warm beach weather? That’s where I’d go if I were you. Some fun in the sun.”

  “Bah, too hot here as it is.” Drumming his fingers on the bartop, he twisted his lips. “Was thinking north, way up north. Maybe Canada.”

  “Canada?” Twisting around, she arched into the counter, her breasts peaking above of her shirt and he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. “How about I give you a job here? Maybe change your mind about skipping town? Or delay it some.”

  Is she really flashing those at me? She’s must be doing that on purpose and I ain’t gonna look away. She’s almost too big breasted to be playing that game.

  “Oh?” He mimicked her sound, his eyes flowing up and lingering on her painted red lips. “What did you have in mind? Seems like someone doesn’t want me to leave town just yet.”

  “Look, we both know those damn bikers are back and well, they almost put me out of business last year between unpaid tabs and repairs.” She bit the tip of her finger, waiting for him to lock eyes before batting her lashes. “You think you can play my bouncer for a week? Until most of them leave town.”

  “How do you plan to pay me to stay then?” He arched an eyebrow, smirking at the sparkle in her eye. “What makes you think they’ll pay their tabs this time?”

  “You.” She poked him in the chest, making his heart flutter as she bent down, revealing lacy red panties underneath her skirt. “There will be food and drinks on the house for you. That I can promise.”

  “C’mon Red.” He looked away, cursing his luck. I can’t afford a week without pay. She’s outta her mind. “I need cash for fuel. I’m headed north to find a summer job desperate for a strong-armed man to harvest, lift, or even sling asphalt before the mild weather ends.”

  “I could use some arms for heavy lifting,” she said as she filled a large glass with cold beer, then setting it in front of him. “Please, Peter. Stay and I’ll pay you with a favor.”

  Through the bubbly haze of yellow ale, her cleavage shimmered like gold. What’s the worse that happens? I get to fuck Red before I head out of town. Looks like the Pied Piper’s back in business.

  “Fine,” he drawled. “If not with cash, then with whatever I want?”

  She perked up, her breast bouncing as she grinned. “Whatever you want.”

  2

  Red’s Tavern

  Belly full, Peter took his time walking the entire parameter. As a customer, he hadn’t really noticed there was more to the place other besides pool tables, stage, tables, and bar. The kitchen had all the basics and a walk-in refrigerator and freezer to match. He hadn’t expected the dive bar to afford something that nice. Red spared no expense with timers, pressure cookers, and the works so her part-timer cook Chuckles could manage even a busy night solo. Granted, the poor kid was saving up for his own restaurant and even Gubering folks between part-time jobs. Out the back door he found the usual set of dumpsters, pile of milkcrates, and dirt parking lot where her old Wagoneer complete with wood paneling sat.

  “Hey!” He shouted through the kitchen. “Should I park back here?”

  “I would, makes it easier to leave and no worries that some drunk ass dented your car.” Chuckles carried out a garbage bag. “If you get in over your head, let me know.”

  Peter snorted. “I got a good foot on you, and this ain’t my first gig as a bouncer.”

  Chuckles laughed, slamming the dumpster lid shut. “With biceps as big as my head, I imagine no one fucks with you.”

  He followed Chuckles back inside. “Where the hell is Red?”

  “Probably in her room.” He flipped the fryer off. “Dammit, did she cook a hamburger on this?”

  “Her room?” He walked to the push door.

  “Through the office.” Then, he shouted, “RED! Next time, clean the damn grill!”

  Ignoring the flustered cook, he was back behind the bartop. The usual karaoke crowd was piling in at last, the host setting up and testing the equipment on the sta
ge. He nodded at a few of his singing colleagues before pivoting into the next door. Inside the walls were lined with mismatched filing cabinets, an old computer, and a VCR humming as it recorded a four-panel, black-and-white security feed. So that’s how she knew I walked in. Continuing to scan the room, he stopped at a far wall where a door lay cracked open.

  Red released a frustrated whimper. Alarmed by the sound, he rushed across the office. Peter pushed through and froze. She was on her back, laying across an unkempt bed, her legs spread wide open, her hand diving under her lacy red panties. His eyes remained there as she continued to rub her pussy. At last he willed his eyes up, heart racing as he followed the divot over her belly button, up to where her other hand groped her bare breast, fingers twisting her nipple. She let out another hum, tilting her hips as she bit her bottom lip.

  At last, they locked gazes, neither one willing to slow their fun.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Dammit. He couldn’t seem to move his body, the sight of her arousal …. I shouldn’t be here. But… “You look like you’re having some trouble.” I’ve always wanted a chance to see more and boy, did I hit jackpot.

  She propped herself up, a smile blooming on her lips. “I can’t lie, having you here, like this, sets my libido ablaze.”

  His face flushed, dropping his gaze. “Does that mean you have the hots for me, Red?”

  “Yeah.” She sucked the side of her cheek, her legs still provocatively spread wide open. “I’ve always wondered what it would take to fuck Peter von Schmidt.”

  He laughed, rubbing his bald head before glaring back at her. “You flatter me.”

  “So…” She arched an eyebrow high, scooting her crouch closer to the edge of the bed. “What will it be?”

  “Seriously? You want to fuck now? Here?” Pulling the door shut behind him, he waited for her answer.

  “Fuck me, right now.” She wiggled out of her red panties, her toothy grin and hungry eyes making his cock throb. “Here, I’ll even get rid of the last obstacle. I’m already wet thinking about it today.”

  He grunted, his hardon pressing against his jeans made him ache. She lifted the jean skirt, giving him a clear view of her shaven pussy. How can I say no to that? Yanking his shirt off, he took two long strides across the room as he unbuttoned his jeans. Before he could bend down to her, red painted fingernails were clawing to unzip him, and his hard cock throbbing in her hands. Her lips wrapped around his dick and began to suck. He reached out, bracing against the wall.

  Someone’s a hungry girl. Good gravy! Glad this was a twin sized bed, or I would have fallen…

  He moaned. He was too long, too large to fit all the way into her mouth. The tip pressed hard against the back of her throat and she sucked, tongue wiggling. Looking down to her, blue eyes peeked up making sure he watched as she gobbled up his cock. She began pulling his dick in and out, the tip pressing firm against her lips before sucked hard until he slammed into the back of her throat again and again. He released another moan.

  “Keep that up and I’m going to come,” he warned, suppressing the orgasm daring to prematurely ruin his fun.

  With a pop, she freed his dick from her lips. “Do you have a condom? If not, I have a spare.”

  He laughed, fingers dipping into a back pocket for his wallet. Flipping it open, he pulled out the wrapper. She plucked it from his fingers, tore it opened, then rolled the condom over his cock. Another chuckle came out of him as he marveled over how voracious her want for his dick seemed.

  If only every time was this—wild and lustful, I would never stop masturbating.

  Again, Red laid back and groped her breast. Legs opened wide as her finger dipped between the pink folds of her pussy, demonstrating how much the idea of having him inside her made her wet. Peter inhaled deep and held it. The problem wasn’t her, but the bed was too damn low to the ground. With a finger, he motioned for her to flip it around and get on all fours to make this more comfortable for them both.

  “You’re too tall.” She pouted.

  “I have to be on my feet tonight, let’s not wear out my knees just yet.” His hand slid up her thighs, lifting her skirt above her ass. “Mmm-mmm!”

  She wiggled her ass. “Like what you see?”

  “Definitely.” He rubbed his length against the opening of her pussy and swollen clit. “You think you can handle something this long?”

  “I’ve dreamed about it long enough.” She reached under, holding his dick against her as she rocked against him.

  Humming from her heat, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Pressing the tip against her opening, he slid inside her slow. She rocked back, her ass against his hip. With a knee, he made her spread her legs and the rest of his dick slipped in, their bodies snug against one another. She tightened around his cock and he throbbed. Gripping her hips, he pulled out, watching his length come out wet and throbbing until the cap pulled free.

  He loved waiting until she leaned back, breaking inside her, and riding all the way in and repeating it until at last, her agony was too much. He moaned as she grinded against him, enjoying how she felt, rubbing his shaft in every sweet spot. She’s such a good fit. Tired of riding the edge of his orgasm, he throbbed inside her, and she moaned. Good, she’s nice and ready.

  Fingers gripping her sides, he quickened each thrust of his hip until he pounded her harder—faster. She screamed, arching as she clawed at her covers. The bed knocked into the wall; bang-bang-bang. A deep inhale silenced her shrieks and her body shuddered. Her pussy wrapped tight around his cock and with the last hard shove, he peaked as well.

  Throbbing as he came, he slowed his rocking, letting the pleasure of her orgasm coalesce with his own, until both of them hummed.

  Several bangs thundered through the wall.

  SHIT. Peter paled, his orgasm receding. That’s the kitchen!

  “Fucking Chuckles.” Her head sunk into defeat.

  Peter pulled out, chucking his condom into a nearby trashcan. “Dammit. I didn’t think the walls were that thin.”

  She rolled over, flinging an arm over her face. “It’s not the first time.”

  Peter’s heart skipped a beat. Why the hell does that make me jealous already?

  “Granted, it’s been a long while,” she said as she gauged Peter’s reaction. “Thank you, I needed a good release.”

  “You’re welcome… I think.” He twisted, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “It’s been a while since my last hooked up.”

  “Wasn’t that when that Randi-chick came to town?” She pushed her breasts back into her shirt.

  Peter’s face flushed again as he tucked himself away. “Y-yeah. She caught me off guard, but it wasn’t anything serious.”

  “Oh?” Red slid on her panties.

  He smirked. “When was your last time? Since we’re swapping stories.”

  Her face paled. “I didn’t get his name.”

  Peter blinked, her face turning bright red now as she looked him in the eye.

  “I went to some crazy masquerade orgy in the ‘burbs.” Standing, she straightened her skirt out. “No names, all masks, and so… like a true Red Riding Hood; I fucked the Big Bad Wolf.”

  “An orgy? In this small town?” He opened the door, motioning her through. Good gravy. “Did this town always sex craved?”

  3

  The Pipes

  As they left the office, Chuckles was tending to the customers’ drink orders. He gave a side glance at Peter before laughing and shaking his head. Whether the other eyes knew what the two of them had done back there was a mystery. He walked around, greeting the other karaoke singers, including Justin, the host.

  The stage was set, fog machine rolling into a sea of colorful lights.

  The bar was silent as the jukebox was muted, the reigns of entertainment handed over for the weekly event. As always, the cheesy introduction and h
ype was geared for a far larger crowd than the twelve patrons who barely filled the bartop and two tables.

  “Welcome to another Thursday night of Justin-Time-Karaoke!” There was a collective moan in the bar, but it didn’t faze the host. “Be sure to grab up the folders and see our collection. If there’s a song you want that’s not listed, just come see me! First up, let’s have Peter up on stage! Singing, It’s A Great Day to Be Alive by Travis Tritt.”

  Oof! I forgot I open with this song and today it’s hitting me hard. I got laid and laid off.

  The crowd built into a slow, awkward clap as he climbed on stage, grabbing the microphone from Justin. He disregarded the old prompter screen, having sung the song for so long it seemed as if it were a part of him. A foot tapped with the beat, his voice rumbling through and the bar fell instantly silent. If he hadn’t been so bald, someone could have mistaken him for the real deal on stage. He picked songs based on the tone and gruff of his voice and he loved how he captivated a room.

  One of these days, I just might run off and join a southern rock band. Ha!

  In the trance of his performance, he hadn’t noticed the bikers enter the bar. The only blessing was instead of the usual cacophony of laughter and cursing, they came in enamored by the big boy on stage singing better than the jukebox could have played. As Peter rumbled the last line and the music faded the leather vested crowd whistled and shouted.

  “DAMN! The pipes on that man!” The tallest biker whistled again, gesturing to his crew to join him. “You sing some more like that brother, and old Tex will have to start throwing you some greenbacks instead of the jukebox for a change.”

  “I’ll take your money any day.” Peter smirked as he cut across the bar. So, this is the crew she’s worried about.

  “You leavin’ already?” The big biker with TEXAS stitched on his vest scratched his beard. “Aw, don’t leave so soon. At least give us another song.”