Once Nikki returned to New Jersey it was back to business as usual, but she was still hell bent on having some fun before the summer came to an end and she had to return to school. One such event included a night out with the girls, even Christina, who typically refrained from these nights because of her children.
Normally when Nikki partied at her club, she kept to her office but after starting there, she decided to take her girls - all wearing Perrillo Family vests - down to the bar area for a change. None of the women in the Family had an issue with beauty, but Nikki stood out from the bunch.
On this night, she wore a white Perrillo Family tank top that came down just above her navel, along with a pair of skin-tight leather leggings that revealed a skimpy black thong when she sat down, a thick black leather belt with rhinestones and western buckle that hung loosely around her hips and a pair of black six-inch stiletto heels. She had her gold necklaces around her neck, bracelets on her right wrist and her large gold Rolex that slid freely on her left wrist. Her pack of Marlboro Red Label 100s fit snugly in the outside pocket of her vest and her dark brown hair, straightened, flowed down past her tattoo-covered shoulders.
When it came to men, typically Nikki didn’t seek them out, knowing they would eventually come to her. But without the regular companionship from Esposito, she was on the prowl for the night. After a few drinks and a few lines of cocaine in Nikki’s office, the girls went down to the bar and it didn’t take long for her to zero in on a potential target.
Nikki spotted a man sitting at the bar. He appeared to be businessman in his late 20s or early 30s, wearing jeans and a buttoned-up shirt. He wasn’t the rebel-type she had gone for in the past, but she was looking to change things up a bit this time. She walked up to the bar and sat down on the stool next to his, motioning to the bartender for a drink.
“Having a good night?” Nikki asked the man.
“I am, this is a pretty nice spot,” He responded. “How about yourself?”
“I can’t complain,” Nikki smiled. The man finally took notice of the logo emblazoned across her perfectly-sculpted breasts.
“So are you related to the people who own this place?” He asked sincerely.
“Honey, I am the people that own this place,” Nikki said confidently. “This is my club.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” The man said sheepishly. “You just look so young.”
Nikki put her hand up and stopped him. “It’s OK. I get that a lot.”
“Well I’m Bryan,” He said, holding out his hand.
“Nicole,” Nikki responded and returned the handshake.
The two hit it off for the next half hour as the conversation flowed smoothly, but after a while, it was time for Nikki to retreat to her office for a cigarette.
“I’m going to go have a smoke,” Nikki informed him. “But I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here,” Bryan said with a smile.
Nikki went back up to her office and sparked a much-needed cigarette, letting out a voluminous exhale. As she sucked down her nicotine stick, she perused the bar from the window in her office and she immediately noticed a pretty young woman was chatting up Bryan at the bar.
“Bitch,” Nikki muttered as she exhaled another plume of smoke. With that, she fired off a text to Jasmine to have her come back to the office. When she arrived with Greta a few moments later, Nikki instructed her to make an excuse to get the girl away from Bryan and into the basement.
Before they left, Nikki gave one final instruction. “Tune her up until I get there.”
Nikki lit another cigarette and paced around her office to allow her plans to come to fruition before crushing it in the ashtray on her desk and heading to the basement of the club.
When she headed down to the basement, Nikki found Jasmine and Greta standing over the woman, who was laying on the ground in a heap. She walked slowly over to her and stood over top of her.
“P-p-p-please help me!” The woman sobbed. Nikki simply smiled and motioned for them to put the boots to her once more. She walked away and lit another cigarette, watching intently before stopping the assault.
“Pick her up!” Nikki barked.
The woman struggled a little, but Jasmine kicked her in the stomach as Greta snapped at her. “Come here, bitch,” Greta demanded with a cigarette of her own in the corner of her mouth.
Nikki walked up to the girl, who was being held up on her knees, with blood trickling from her nose and tears streaming down her face. She knelt down - her thong protruding from her leather pants - to become face-to-face with her, blowing smoke directly in her face.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She moaned.
“Do you know who I am?” Nikki asked softly.
The woman said ‘no’ as Nikki took another drag on her cigarette.
“This is my club,” Nikki said. “And you were up on my man.”
“I didn’t know!” She squealed.
“You didn’t see me talking to him?” Nikki asked. “I go have a smoke and five seconds later you were pressed up on him like the slut you are.”
“I’m sorry!” She begged.
“Nobody disrespects me,” Nikki said forcefully. “Especially in my own club.”
Nikki took another drag, put the nearly-spent cigarette between her lips and punched the girl hard in the gut before bending over her and extinguishing her cigarette on her chest. “Get rid of this piece of shit,” Nikki instructed as she recomposed herself and headed back upstairs.
She walked back through the bar and found Bryan still sitting at the bar. Nikki walked up behind him and whispered seductively in his ear, “I’m back.”
“Hey, I thought you left,” Bryan said.
“I just had to take care of something,” Nikki said with a smile. “Why don’t you come back to my place. It’s a little quieter and there won’t be so many distractions.”
“OK,” Bryan said.
Nikki led him out the door as Jasmine waited for them in the SUV and departed for Nikki’s house. Once they were home, Nikki made it quite clear as to what was going to happen that night.
They got to the bedroom and Nikki excused herself to the bathroom, where she stripped down into nothing but her thong, jewelry and high heels. She lit a cigarette and opened the door, standing in the entryway.
“Are you ready for me?” Nikki asked seductively as she took a drag on her cigarette.
“Oh my god,” Bryan said in amazement.
Nikki walked over to the bed, pushed Bryan onto his back and took the remainder of her clothing off before pouncing on him like a tiger. She gave Bryan the ride of his life - more than once - before finally rolling off and sitting up against her pillows with the orange tip of her cigarette glowing in the darkness and a satisfied look on her face.
“That was incredible,” Bryan moaned next to her.
“It was great,” Nikki said with a smile. “But do me a favor?”
“Anything,” Bryan said excitedly.
“Call a cab,” Nikki said. “And don’t be here in the morning.”
She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand, rolled over and went to sleep. As Bryan dumbfoundedly scrambled for his clothes.
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Nikki was impressed with Greta’s work. It had taken a long time for a mutual trust to form after their initial rocky start, but Nikki was beginning to appreciate her ruthlessness and she was rapidly becoming one of her favorite girls.
Meanwhile, a rift was developing between Nikki and Al. Concern was growing within the latter as Nikki’s violence and promiscuity were becoming more frequent occurrences since her split from Esposito.
Shortly after her fling with Bryan, Nikki entered her office to find Al waiting for her.
“Don’t you have to open your own restaurant today?” Nikki asked.
“Yes,” Al said. “But I want to talk to you.”
“About?” Nikki said as she settled in behind her desk and flipped through her mail.
“You beating the shit out of some girl again,” Al responded.
“What about it?” Nikki said with an evil laugh.
“You pulled a gun on some lady and then a week later you fucked up someone else,” Al said. “Eventually you’re gonna get pinched for it.”
“I think I’ll be OK,” Nikki said.
“Well if you draw attention to us, the money is gonna stop flowing, too,” Al persisted.
“Are you losing money?” Nikki asked, followed by Al shaking her head. “Then stop worrying and let me deal with it.”
“I’m just worried about you,” Al said. “Who knows when you’re gonna drop someone. I mean when’s the last time you wore a dress to work?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Nikki snapped.
“Before recently, you never would’ve come to work at night without being dressed like you own the joint,” Al said.
“I’m a biker and I’m proud of my girls,” Nikki said. “I’m not going to feel bad for representing.”
“I’m a biker, too, and I feel the same way,” Al continued. “But these girls need a leader.”
“Look, you have no right to come in here and lecture me,” Nikki barked. “I am the fucking leader and there is no mistake about it. As long as you’re cash is flowing then you need back off.”
Furious, Nikki stormed out of her office and out of the building. She hopped on her Harley and rode until she decided to stop at a Starbucks near campus. She parked and flicked her cigarette to the side as she walked inside, smoke still trickling from her nostrils as she opened the door.
After buying her coffee, Nikki was on the way out when she saw a familiar face sitting at a table. There was a man in his late-20s who was a teacher’s assistant in one of her business classes as a freshman. He was a bit on the nerdy side, with short brown hair and glasses.
“Hey, your name is Daniel right?” Nikki asked him as she approached his table. “You were the T.A. in one of my freshman business classes.”
“Oh, yes,” Daniel responded as he looked up from his laptop. “Nicole? You were always at the top of the class.”
“Yeah,” Nikki said with a smile. “What are you up to now?”
“I finished my M.B.A. and I work as a financial advisor,” Daniel answered. “Are you still at Princeton?”
“Yeah, I’ll be a junior this year,” Nikki said.
The two continued to chat for the next half hour before Daniel announced he had to return to work for the rest of the day. Nikki could tell that he liked her, but was too timid to ask her out.
When they walked outside, Nikki immediately lit a cigarette and ran her hand through her straight brown hair before sliding her full-shield designer sunglasses over her eyes to block out the late-morning sun.
“It was really nice catching up with you,” Nikki said as she blew out a long stream of smoke.
“Yes, I enjoyed it quite a bit,” Daniel responded.
“So are you gonna ask me out?” Nikki said with a smile.
Daniel surveyed the gorgeous woman in front of him, wearing a black Harley Davidson tank top, tucked into a pair of dark blue bootcut jeans, tied together with a thick black leather belt, cowboy boots on her feet, gold jewelry around her neck and wrists, along with a Perrillo Family leather vest. She was far more attractive than any woman he had ever dated and was certainly not the same type of woman he had previously dated.
“I don’t think you want to go out with someone like me,” Daniel said sheepishly.
“Why not?” Nikki demanded.
“I’m not a bad boy,” Daniel responded. “I don’t drink often and I don’t smoke and I don’t have any tattoos.”
“So?” Nikki demanded again.
“I just figured you had a type,” Daniel shrugged.
“Honey, I’ve been talking to you for a half hour and if you didn’t have to go back to work, I’d probably keep talking to you,” Nikki said.
“Well, maybe we could go to dinner this weekend,” Daniel said.
“I would like that. Here’s my number,” Nikki said, taking his phone and adding her number to the contact list before handing it back. “Make sure you use that.”
Nikki said goodbye before walking back to her motorcycle and crushing out her cigarette, waving at him as she rode off.
When Nikki returned to her office, she found Erica and told her about meeting Daniel. She remembered him and was stunned that Nikki would be interested in someone like him.
“There’s something about him,” Nikki shrugged.
“You’re going to break that poor boy in half,” Erica laughed.
“Maybe,” Nikki chuckled.
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Nikki and Daniel went out to dinner on Saturday night and everyone in the restaurant likely assumed they were an odd couple.
Daniel wore a pair of neatly pleated slacks and a button-up shirt, while Nikki wore a red Perrillo Family tank top, tucked into a pair of black boot-cut jeans with a thick black leather belt, her customary jewelry and her six-inch high-heeled black leather boots underneath, along with her Perrillo Family leather vest.
Normally it was not an outfit Nikki would wear on a date, but she was subconsciously testing Daniel. After Esposito was critical of her biker attire, she hardly left the house without her vest and had largely left her tight-fitting skirts and dress pants in the closet. If Daniel proved to accept her as a biker, then she would trust him.
As they got through dinner, Nikki learned Daniel had a six-figure job, but also came from an extremely wealthy family. Meanwhile, he was surprised to learn she already owned a business and a house. Although, she chose not to divulge the crux of her business endeavors.
After dinner, Nikki suggested they take a walk. Nearly immediately after stepping outside the restaurant, she procured a cigarette from her purse and quickly turned the tip orange, sucking in as much nicotine as she could on the first drag.
“Does my smoking bother you?” Nikki asked, cigarette still bouncing between her lips as she put her lighter back into her purse.
“No,” Daniel answered. “I’ve never dated a smoker though.”
“Well there’s a first time for everything,” Nikki said with a smile.
As they continued to walk, Nikki realized Daniel was too afraid to make the first move so she finally grabbed his arm to hold hands. When they returned to the parking lot, Nikki turned to stand face-to-face with him. Her high heels caused Nikki to slightly look down at Daniel. She looked him directly in the eye and pointed to her lips.
Daniel finally got the hint and planted a kiss on her lips. Nikki a bit closer to reciprocate and Daniel put his arm around her belt to draw her chest-to-chest. After an intense kissing session, Nikki pulled back and smiled at him.
“For a guy that doesn’t make any moves, you’re pretty good at that,” Nikki laughed.
“Really?” Daniel asked.
“If you’re not gonna be confident, I’m going to punch you in the head,” Nikki joked.
“Sorry, I just don’t know much about women,” Daniel said in an embarrassed tone.
“Honey, if you treat me the way I deserve to be treated and you’re confident, I can teach things you never dreamed of,” Nikki seductively whispered in his ear. She then patted his crotched with her hand and gave him another kiss before winking and walking over to her motorcycle to head home.
Daniel was most certainly not cut from the same mold as Mark or Esposito, but he had some intangibles that Nikki couldn’t put her finger on. His naivety was endearing, but she would have to work on building his confidence. Regardless, Nikki was beginning to feel like her old self again.
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