Chapter 141: Flat Pancakes
*Siobhan, can yeh bring me a few things? I want to cook. – Nessie*
Knuckles rolled in with the other brothers that worked as bouncers around three that morning. It had been closer to six when he finally fell asleep. Now, at a little after two in the afternoon, he was starting to function as a human. Coffee would take him from zombie to human.
He had been at the Clam Shell for about seven months and really enjoyed it. Most of the female staff at the bar were lesbians. Although they were fun to flirt with, he knew it wouldn’t go any further.
And if he wanted something more than just flirting, there were plenty of willing club girls. Like the one that sucked him off this morning. He smiled at the memory of those lips around his cock. And his cock twitched in his jeans.
Yeah, he thought as he made his way to the kitchen, going to have to have a repeat performance.
Knuckles entered the dining hall and was assaulted by a sweet scent. After pouring himself a cup of coffee in what he hoped was a clean cup, he went into the kitchen.
Some of the brothers were bad about placing their used cups back in the same spot.
A woman stood at the worktable slicing strawberries. She had fire red curly hair confined in a tight braid. There were a few curls refused to submit and framed her face. Her face was angelic, or what he could see of it was.
Oblivious of no longer being alone, she moved towards the grill.
This time, his cock did not twitch. It did not stir to life or anything like that.
No, the bastard in his pants tried to come straight out and fuck the woman in the kitchen.
The strength of his zipper was certainly being tested. And since he went commando today, he was certain that there would be an imprint of it on his cock.
The redhead was tall and lush with an ass that was meant to be grabbed and tits that begged to be played with.
If he was less of a man, he would bend her over the stainless steel table and fuck her there. But he saw the hell his cousin went through a few years back. He should probably feel some guilt or remorse for killing her rapist.
He did not.
And he would not going to inflict more agony on the woman in front of him. The few nights that she had been here had been filled with terror filled screams. Knuckles was the first one into her room the first night.
She sat in the far corner, facing a demon from her past that only she could see. Karan, one of the club girls, kicked the men out and soothed her.
This was the first time he was seeing her in the light of day. She was even more beautiful than he had believed.
Nessie turned and smiled at him. “Allo.”
“Hi.”
“Yeh hungry?”
“Uhhh… yeah.”
Pointing at the stools by the high worktable, she told him to sit. “Yeh want strawberries, blueberries or both?”
“Both?”
“Acht. I’m Nessie.”
“Knuckles.” He watched as she placed a small amount of batter on the grill cook top and spread it out really thin. “That’s a really flat pancake.”
A soft laugh echoed around him. “It’s a crepe.”
Carefully she flipped it and then placed it on a plate. She repeated the process a few more times. Then she placed some cream and berries on the top one. With expert moves, she rolled up the top crepe and moved it to another plate.
Three more joined the first. They were covered with a light dusting of powdered sugar. With a smile, she handed the plate with a fork over to him.
“Let me know what yeh think.”
His mouth was already watering and he hadn’t even tasted it yet. The sound of pleasure that he made at the first bite caused him to blush slightly.
“Damn, if it’s that good, we may not have to present it to the brothers.” Toad said walking in. “What the hell is that?”
“Heaven rolled up in a flat pancake.” Knuckles said cutting himself another piece.
Nessie laughed as she started the process over again. “Crepes with custard and berries. Do yeh want strawberries, blueberries or both?”
“I say both.” Knuckles said just before taking another bite.
“Both.” Toad laughed as he say down next to Knuckles. “Is this what you’re fixing for the officers?”
“Nacht. Just had a craving for some crepes.” She explained as she put his plate of crepes together.
“For yer lunch, I’m thinking about a beer and cheese soup, smothered chicken, roasted vegetables, baked potatoes and rolls. I can’t choose between buttermilk pie or chocolate cake. Maybe both.”
“I don’t know what this is for,” Knuckles said as Toad tucked into his crepes, “but I volunteer as tribute.”
“Fuck.” Toad said around a mouthful of food. “I think all you have to do is list that off and the boys will vote for your cooking.”
“Hope so.” Nessie blushed.
“Again, I volunteer.”
“Yeh just come keep me company tomorrow and I’ll feed yeh.”
“When the vote is called, convince your brothers.” Toad suggested as he scooped up the last of the custard with a strawberry slice on his fork.
“Hell yeah!”
“Yeh want some biscuits?” She asked cleaning up the work station. “I was thinking shortbread. But yeh like chocolate chip better, right?”
“Girl, you keep cooking like this, and I’m going to need new clothes.”
