Free Twisted Pieces by London Casey, Karolyn James Page B

be worse elsewhere. ”
    “ I'll
tell you something else, kid, ” Jace said, “ Don ’ t be an asshole. There are a lot
of kids starving out there. But they have heart. They appreciate life beyond
the bullshit life you have. Remember that. And start fighting. Because next
time, I may not be in such a good mood. ”
    Jace turned and walked away. When
he approached Blaine, Blaine put his hands up. “ Everything
okay? ”
    “ No, ” Jace said.
    He put on his helmet and started
his motorcycle.
    There were two choices right now.
    He could go back to the clubhouse
and fuck a reliever or he could track Jordyn down and fuck her. Either way, he
needed to get the fuck out of the rich suburban bullshit before he snapped.

nine.
     
    Jordyn found herself in a familiar
position. She stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Behind her, there
was someone in one of the stalls. She listened to the sound of the woman
urinating. It was so loud that Jordyn felt embarrassed for the woman.
    The toilet finally flushed and a
woman emerged with a cell phone to her ear. She skipped washing her hands, and
left the bathroom. It made Jordyn a little sick, but she got to work before
someone else came into the bathroom.
    She lifted her skirt and grabbed
her panties. She wiggled them down her body and stepped out of them. They got
hooked on her right heel and Jordyn let out a cry as she jumped, stumbled, and
fought to keep her balance and not tumble to the bathroom floor. She managed to
keep herself upright and finally get her panties off.
    Normally, she threw the panties
away. That ’ s always what
Mr. Strokner told her to do. This time, he wanted the panties.
    After Jace took her to her shitty
little apartment, Jordyn had cried herself to sleep on her couch. She woke to
the ringing of her cell phone. To her surprise, it was Mr. Strokner calling.
She figured it was the call that would lead to her officially being fired.
Instead, it was a sober Mr. Strokner apologizing for his inappropriate and
haste actions against her. He told her he should have been more sympathetic to
the situation at hand. The fact that she had been sent into such a horrifying
and violent kind of lifestyle, he should have known it would have scared her.
But in his defense - in his own damn words - he wanted to touch her body
and make her realize that everything would be perfectly fine. That there was
nothing to fear with Back Down Devil. That they were basically working for him.
    For Mr. Strokner.
    That ’ s
when Jordyn knew everything he was saying was from a sick man's mind. From what
Jordyn experienced in the clubhouse, it was obvious that Back Down Devil was
for real and definitely powerful.
    At the end of the phone call with
Mr. Strokner, two things were clear. One, Jordyn still had a job. And two, Mr.
Strokner wasn ’ t going to stop
his advances and demands of her.
    Which was why Jordyn stood in the
bathroom trying to figure out how to roll up her panties small enough to hide
in her small hand so nobody else would see them when she walked to the
elevators to Mr. Strokner's office.
    She had already heard whispers
around the building about Mr. Strokner and her. Jordyn figured it was easier to
let people talk than try to diffuse anything. Plus, if any sort of rumors got
out of control, Mr. Strokner would take care of things. One way or another.
    Jordyn entered the office and Mr.
Strokner was sitting behind his desk, on the phone. His eyes lit up and he
smiled when he saw Jordyn. He quickly ended his phone call and stood up. Then,
like a kid waiting for candy, he rubbed his hands together and smiled big.
    “ Did
you bring something for me? ” he asked.
    “ Yes, ” Jordyn said.
    She walked to his desk and opened
her right hand. Her pink panties were balled up.
    Mr. Strokner plucked the panties
from her hand and held them up with his pointer finger. He stared at them in
awe.
    “ Just
beautiful, ” he whispered. “ You women consider these
panties. It ’ s