Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(21)

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 remarkable. There’s nothing to these, yet they cover the part I want the most.”

Jordyn shivered. She knew she was on thin ice already with Mr. Strokner. The temptation to just spit in his face and walk away grew inside her. But after the way he reacted to her when she denied his advance, she feared that he would do a lot more than just hit her. She needed Jace’s help. If Jace was half serious about her helping the MC, then he needed to help her.

Mr. Strokner pulled the panties to his nose. He took a deep breath and exhaled with a smile on his face. “That smell, Jordyn. How do you do it? How do you walk around knowing you give off that delicious scent?”

Jordyn found it better not to respond. She just listened to what Mr. Strokner had to say and hoped he didn’t touch her.

“I’m keeping these,” Mr. Strokner said. “I’m going to start a little collection for myself. Each pair will represent something beautiful between us. A special day.”

“Today is special?” Jordyn asked.

“Yes, it is. Very special.”

“Did you close the deal on that piece of land you wanted?”

Mr. Strokner laughed. “Oh, Jordyn, it’s not all about business. I like the way you handle yourself. You understood what I had to do. You walked right into Back Down Devil’s clubhouse and came out with a straight face. I’m going to show you something. I don’t want to scare you, Jordyn, but I do want to push your buttons a little. I want to watch you squirm so then I can feel you squirm. Understand?”

“Okay,” Jordyn said.

“Good. Come stand at my desk. Put your hands flat.”

When she did, Mr. Strokner stepped behind her. He touched her ass first, cupping her.

“I have to touch,” Mr. Strokner said. “The scent is so good… I want to taste.”

Jordyn closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She felt his fingers touch the inside of her thigh. They crept up, slowly, and then he touched her. She felt two fingertips against her softness. She wasn’t wet and Mr. Strokner could obviously feel that. He pressed and Jordyn jumped.

“Easy, now,” he whispered. “Just… easy…”

His fingertips pressed into Jordyn and then he quickly took them out. Jordyn waited for more but it never came.