Chapter 5
Alexis was focused and on a mission as she drove down Hwy
31 toward her destiny with Spike in her black Mercedes at 55 m.p.h. This was not characteristic of Alexis' usual
speed-demon driving style, but Alexis set her cruise control at 55 because she
could not imagine the humiliation of being pulled over by the cops dressed like
this especially given her background. She
knew almost all of Port Charles finest not just as a defense attorney, but
firsthand. Alexis knew she was a target
of the PCPD, because of her representation of Sonny. They loved harassing her and used any excuse. Alexis admitted that her lead foot often
gave them the ammunition they needed.
She’d been forced to fight the last four speeding tickets she received
because one more ticket, and the New York Department of Motor Vehicles
indicated its intent to suspend her license.
Each of the last four cases was either dismissed, or she prevailed
because typically the city attorney that handled these cases was just out of
law school and not up for a real legal contest with Alexis Davis. She laughed remembering the last one that
was dismissed by the Judge because she so flustered the cop on the stand, he
basically admitted to targeting her because of who she represented. She never mentioned this harassment to Sonny
because she was afraid what he would do to deal with the problem. Alexis handled it herself, doing what she
did best, humiliating the other side in a legal contest all unbeknownst to
Sonny. The last Judge almost ordered
that the PCPD cease and desist the “targeting” and essentially giving her a
free reign to speed, but stopped short.
Alexis figured that with the next ticket, she would end up with a free
pass to speed in the State of New York.
Alexis did not, however, want tonight to be that test-ticket. If the
cops saw her in hot biker chick mode, they’d probably bring her in to the
station just to humiliate her. No, 55
was the way to go tonight. Alexis was
snatched out of her reverie by a motorcycle that came out of nowhere and whizzed
around her at an incredible rate of speed.
“Jesus Christ, where’s the fire?” Alexis grinned and went on talking to
herself in the car, “it is going to be just up the road at a dive known as
Sweeties.” Alexis shouted out in her
car, “Be patient Spike, I’m coming . . . and I am going to show you the meaning
of the word “sexual!” Alexis grumbled,
“Not sexual . . .” Alexis mumbled and then shouted, “Mobster boy, you are going
to see the fireworks my sexuality creates all the way back at PH4 . . . not
sexual . . .huh!” Alexis had not recognized her “destiny” as it had whizzed
past her on the Harley.
* * *
Luke sat with his feet up on his desk smoking a cigar and
thinking, “Natasha, Natasha, What the hell do you want with a biker bar?” Luke
tapped the ashes of the cigar on the floor because he couldn’t find the ashtray
that was buried under the mound of paperwork that had collected on his desk
when he was gone.
“Man, I should NOT have told her about Sweeties.” Luke
shook his head, “Oh well, she’s not my responsibility. Hell, she’s a Cassadine, she’ll probably eat
those guys up and spit them out.” Luke
sighed, put out his cigar, and said, “Damn it.” He polished off his glass of brandy, stood up, and grabbed his
coat, “Ah, what the hell, screw Baldwin and I can handle the PCPD myself,” Luke
grinned as he headed out to the caddie, “if nothing else, this will certainly
be interesting to see Natasha interacting with the very unwashed masses. Ooohhh, maybe she’ll let me wash her off
afterwards!”
* * *
Alexis pulled into Sweeties parking lot and saw a sea of
motorcycles. “Holy crap,” stealing
another Kristina phrase, “I can’t believe I drove my Mercedes. It will stand
out like a sore thumb in this parking lot.
Hell, it’s probably the first time a Mercedes has even been in this
parking lot.” As Alexis pulled into the parking lot, the best shock absorbers
in the world, were of no help to save her Mercedes from the muddied ruts in the
dirt parking lot. Alexis decided to pull around to the back and try to hide the
car behind a dumpster. Alexis sat in
the car a moment trying to work up the courage she’d had earlier in the evening
when she left her penthouse looking like the whore of Babylon. All of the voices in her head that
constantly told her, “Don’t do that, people are looking. It’s better not to be noticed. What will they think? You have to keep control. Act
dignified. You are not a pretty woman,
so be a smart professional. This is not
very professional behavior,” were clambering loudly inside Alexis' head as her
nerve was starting to fail her. Alexis just thought of Sonny saying she wasn’t
sexual and she began to get angry again.
Tonight, anger was her friend.
It was helping her to be more courageous than she had ever been
before.
“I need a biker chick name. Alexis is not going to cut it.” Alexis said interrupting those
negative thoughts in her head. She
considered her options for a moment, “How about Lexy,” then shook her head,
“too close to my own name and doesn’t scream sex kitten. Hmm,” Alexis smiled remembering an old
Ginger Rogers movie that she and Kristina had watched last week on the late
show. “I will be Roxie Hart. How
appropriate for Valentines Day.” She smiled
Remembering “Roxie,” a low class tramp put on trial for
killing her man but using her “charms” to wile her way out of it. “Perfect for this crowd.” Alexis thought
again about Luke’s warning and reached into her glove compartment and pulled
out a Swiss army knife she kept there in case of an emergency and dropped it in
her pocket. “This is an emergency.”
Alexis said aloud as she thought about the rough crowd she was about to
face. Suddenly, she grinned as she
pulled the knife back out of her pocket and grabbed the red lip-gloss she also
carried. Alexis opened the lip-gloss
humming "The Lady is a Tramp" as she swathed the biggest blade in the
Swiss army knife with the red lip-gloss.
Alexis laughed out loud as she put the coated knife and lip-gloss back
in her pocket and stepped out of the car.
As she walked purposefully around to the front entrance of Sweeties she
just kept repeating, “please let my Spike be in the bar tonight, please let my
Spike be in the bar tonight, . . .”
Alexis was so focused on her mantra and the front door of Sweeties, she
did not notice the limo, the unmarked police car, or the Caddie all slowing
down in front of the turn off into Sweeties parking lot.
Alexis stopped about three feet from the front door,
pulled down on her skirt which again had ridden up, reached in and adjusted her
breasts inside the push-up bra to achieve maximum affect, fluffed her hair, and
said aloud, “I am Roxie, I am tough, I AM sexual, and I am going to have sex
tonight . . . with Spike . . .and I don’t care who has to get hurt to make that
happen.” Before she could move forward
with her new attitude in place, the front door of Sweeties slammed open and a
body came flying out the front door landing in the dirt, unconscious in front
of Alexis. Three of the toughest guys
she’d ever seen with maybe one set of teeth between them – looked at Alexis
from head to toe and the look of drunken violence on their faces softened – to
one of drunken lust. Alexis was not
phased. She raised her eyebrows at their
look and gingerly stepped not over but on the unconscious man and stood on his
back with her left hand on her hip.
“Huh, that’s funny.” Alexis said raising her right hand to her face and
placing her finger on her lower lip seductively. With a come-hither puzzled look on her face, Alexis went on. “Usually they don’t pass out until . . .
afterwards.” All three men
groaned. Roxie had arrived. With an evil glimmer in her eyes, she
sashayed her hips forward towards the three drooling men who stepped aside in
awe as Roxie approached the front door and walked into Sweeties.
* * *
“Jesus Christ,” Johnny thought after watching this
tableau play out, “I gotta call and get some back-up. There is going to be trouble tonight.” He reached for the cell phone and was so focused on what was
playing out before him and making his phone call; he hadn’t noticed the other
two cars that had followed him into the parking lot. Johnny also headed around to the back of Sweeties to try and make
the limo less conspicuous.
* * *
“Was that who I think it was?” Taggert asked Mac, his
voice rising and cracking at the end.
Both their jaws hung open. Mac
just nodded, a stunned look on his face.
“Her legs . . .” Taggert said the words drifting off without finishing
the unspoken thought. Mac let out a
sigh, “they go all the way up . . .”
Taggert and Mac shook their heads at the same moment as both tried to
remember what they were doing there.
“Why the hell is she dressed like . . . well . . . like . . . that!”
Taggert pointed to the front door of Sweeties, his voice again cracking like a 13-year-old
adolescent at his first school dance,
“and what the hell are she and the Armani Don doing at a place like
this?” Taggert asked more confused than angry.
They had followed the limo out to Sweeties, well outside their
jurisdiction, thinking something was going down with Corinthos tonight given
all the activity witnessed by the surveillance team outside his penthouse that
night. Mac and Taggert decided to
follow Sonny’s limo when it had pulled out quickly to follow a lone
unidentified motorcyclist heading at a great speed out of Port Charles. They’d lost sight of the motorcycle but had
stayed on the Limo’s tale not sure what they would do if something went down,
but not wanting to miss it. Taggert and
Mac were so captivated by the mystery of the latest developments; they failed
to notice the Caddie that had unknowingly followed them out to Sweeties.
* * *
“Well, well, well.” Luke grinned in expectation from his
Caddie. “Natasha,” slapping his hand over his chest, “darlin’ you take my
breath away. I always knew that
underneath those business suits was a bad, bad, bad girl that needed a good
spanking.” Luke’s grin faded as he added quietly, “but sweetheart, you are over
your head at this place and will be lucky if you only get spanked. Thank God, Sonny’s man is following you but
I don’t think he will be enough.” Luke
had watched the limo pull around back but the four door sedan that moved and
parked on the other side just came to Luke’s attention, “Hold the phone, now
this is interesting. Why is Port Chuckles’
finest following Natasha?” Luke wondered aloud. “Outside your jurisdiction
boys, naughty, naughty. And given
Natasha’s persona tonight, you boys are not only going to get metaphorically
spanked by that viper shyster like you usually do but actually get . . ..” Luke’s train of thought derailed as an idea
occurred to him and his grin returned.
“Me thinks Corinthos is somehow involved in these shenanigans. I wonder if he is already inside. Hmmm.
What are Natasha, Corinthos, an errant body guard, and two of Port
Chuckles’ finest up to this fine evening?”
Luke shrugged and clapped his hands together in unsuppressed glee, “I
don’t know, but I bet this is going to get good.” Luke pulled the Caddie right up to the first space outside the
front door of Sweeties since all of the surreptitious spots were taken.
* * *
Alexis strutted into Sweeties with all of the confidence
she usually reserved for the courtroom.
Something outside had shifted in her and she felt like she was
Roxie. The voices in her head that she
had been fighting her whole life were struck dumb by this turn of events. Alexis glanced around this bar full of
reprobates and noted that there were only two other women in the bar . . . and
it looked like they’d been there since 1967.
Alexis owned this room as evidenced by the collective gasp, then quieting
of all clanging glasses, and finally one lone wolf whistle that opened the
floodgates of catcalls. Alexis ignored
them all and headed straight to the bar her hips unwittingly moving to the beat
of Billy Squire’s “Stroke Me” blasting on the jukebox. While she was confident in this bar
generally, she knew that she needed a serious drink if she was going to go on
the prowl for Spike. She almost ordered
a martini but realized that this was a drink Alexis would order, not
Roxie. “Tequila,” she spoke quietly to
the bartender who tipped the scales at about 350 pounds, was unshaven, and was
missing an eye but didn’t bother to wear a patch or glass eye to hide it. One-Eye nodded and pulled out a large dirty
shot glass, a bottle of Jose Cuervo, and poured. Alexis reassured herself that the Jose Cuervo would kill whatever
germs remained in the dirty shot glass.
Alexis grabbed the glass and slammed it, “Again,” she said to
One-Eye. Alexis repeated the action.
Alexis smelled a body moving in closely towards her right
ear voice before it slurred. “Hey there
pretty lady, are you my Valentine’s Day present?” Alexis pulled back and turned to look at the man to her right,
examined him carefully, clearly dismissing him and finding his line unworthy of
comment, she turned back once again facing the bar saying nothing. “Ouch, that’s got to hurt,” said a man to
her left with a grin and a little more subtlety and less smell than she’d seen
thus far at Sweeties. Smelly grumbled
loudly, "Stuck-up Bitch!"
Alexis could also feel the rest of the bar closing in on her to make
their play. She knew she had to thin
the herd so she turned to Mr. Subtle and said. “Valentine’s Day sucks.”
“Ah honey what happened?” Mr. Subtle asked felicitously
and then belched. Alexis hated to do
this to the guy who seemed like a nice dirt-ball, but she didn’t have a
choice. “Oh, my new man...uh . . .”
Alexis struggled to keep the grin off her face as she said, “Luke just wasn’t
cutting it. Not only did he fail to get
me anything for Valentine’s Day, it turns out that he didn’t really “have”
anything to give, if you get my drift,” Alexis nudged Mr. Subtle and held her
right thumb and forefinger apart by about two and half inches and mouthed,
“this big.” Alexis shook her head,
“Okay, I over-reacted. I admit it. I
really didn’t mean to cut them both off . . .” Roxie blazed on with her tale of
woe and mayhem, “But damn it, I was
pissed. I mean I’d wasted two hours on this guy only to find out he wasn’t
kidding when he referred to it as “little Luke.” Please, six inches? What a waste of time.” As the men around the bar began to back away
either in fright or inadequacy, Alexis pulled out her Swiss army knife with the
blade covered in her red lip gloss and laid it on the bar, she conspiratorially
whispered to Mr. Subtle so that everyone could hear, “Could you hide this for
me if the cops show up?”
Mr. Subtle swallowed loudly, but spoke quietly as he said
to One-Eye, “Another whiskey here.” He
drank it in one gulp and said, “no problem, but I wouldn’t worry, we kind of
have an understanding with the local cops.
They don’t bother us, and we don’t let any bodies be found on the
premises.” Alexis with a smile plastered
on her face, gulped, put the knife back in her pocket, and fought every
instinct she had to run for the door.
She did notice that her six-inch tale of woe had thinned the rabble
around her significantly. Alexis
decided it was now or never.
“So anyone here named Spike?” Alexis asked loudly not
knowing exactly why the man she had sex with tonight had to be named Spike, but
she was nothing if not goal oriented.
After looking around the bar at her choices, she just hoped that Spike
had all of his teeth and showered within the last week.
One-Eye raised the eye-brow over his one good eye and
said, “who’s looking for him?”
Alexis put her hand out and grinned roguishly at One-Eye
and said, “Roxie Hart, nice to meet ya’”
The left side of One-Eye’s mouth raised in what was either a snarl or a
smile, Alexis was not sure.
One-Eye motioned with his head, “Juke box.” As Alexis began to turn around and look for
the juke box, she did not see One-Eye’s left side of his mouth rise even higher
nor his pat of his left shirt pocket as he thought, “Easiest hundred dollars I
ever made.”
Alexis began to salivate as she saw bent over the jukebox,
the finest jean-covered ass she had ever seen on any man, anywhere. She didn’t even realize she said aloud,
“Baby!” until she had started to move toward the jukebox like she was under a
spell. Alexis told herself that it was
Roxie talking, not Alexis. But her
breathing became more labored as she took in the sight of the black leather
biker jacket and dark hair topping those tight jeans molding that Adonis
ass. “If his front is 1/20th as good as
his back, I will die happy.” Once Alexis stood just behind and to the right of
Spike, she leaned in towards his right ear and whispered seductively, “Pick a
slow song so we can dance.” No
introductions, no small talk, only desire.
Sonny did not dare turn to face Alexis until he’d gotten
himself under control after that thing she did to his ear under the guise of
speech. Her breath had been like a
lover’s caress and he was both turned on beyond measure but also shocked at his
Alexis. Sonny put his money in the juke
box and hit N54, the closest thing he could find to a slow song in this Biker
Bar was Nazereth’s “Love Hurts.” Still
feeling the dull ache in the back of his head from his last encounter with
Sexual Alexis, he thought the choice was apropos. He finally turned and faced Alexis as he said, “There’s dancing
and there’s dancing. What did YOU have
in mind?”
Alexis was very still as she took in Spike’s
identity. In fact, she stopped
breathing altogether as she gazed into his eyes trying to decide her next
move. Roxie took a back seat as Alexis
moved into cerebral action to consider what Sonny was doing here playing
Spike. “A. He is trying to “save” me from myself. Sweet, but incredibly pejorative and chauvinistic. B.
He is playing a practical joke on me.
Funny, Mobster Boy and I will miss you after I kill you. C.
He wants to be the one I have sex with tonight.” Alexis contemplated
these possibilities as she gazed at Sonny without giving anything away.
“I chose C,” Alexis said aloud suddenly smiling
seductively at a very confused Sonny before calmly removing her leather jacket
and throwing it on the jukebox. Alexis
then moved closer toward him, molding her body to his as her arms traced slowly
across his chest and moved inside his leather jacket around to his back before
she pulled him up against her.
The “Excuse me?” over the “I chose C” comment Sonny
started to say was caught in his throat as she pressed her face against his
cheek, with her mouth and lips pressed to the lobe of his ear. Sonny felt, or thought he felt, her tongue
dart out and lick the lobe of his ear as she sighed into him. Sonny growled his reaction and wrapped his
arms around her – one hand on her bare-skinned lower back and the other hand
over her shoulder, around the back of her neck before moving down the inside of
her shirt. He leaned his face into her
neck breathing her in like she was oxygen he’d been denied. Sonny had no idea where he was going as they
swayed together in a dance that had become primal, but Alexis followed his
movements effortlessly as he began to move them away from the jukebox.
The two dancers were completely oblivious to all that was
happening around them. Not that much
was actually happening. Several very
tough men were wiping the saliva off their chins and trying to get their
breathing back to normal. Some of those
same men who were seated had scooted their chairs and stools closer to the bars
and tables. One depressed mechanic was
heard to say, “Get a fucking room,” before he was knocked out cold by his best
friend. And one bodyguard, two cops,
and a reprobate were frozen in place at the back door, side door, and front
doors respectively just as affected as all the bikers in this bar, but also
wondering what to do given this very surprising turn of events.