by Sam Crescent
The moment they entered the place, everyone went silent, but he didn’t give a shit. He was hungry, wanted to eat, and seeing as this was the only place in town that served good food, he was willing to put up with the death stares.
All of his life he’d lived with the reproachful looks of strangers. They always treated him and the club like they were nothing more than insects, and he had no freaking problem with their bullshit. He’d long grown tired of all the shit they tried to pull.
Taking a booth in the center of the diner, he waited to be served.
“Hello, gentlemen, what can I get you?”
Preacher looked up to see Juliet. She was a regular at the club, and a lot of men had told him many times how nice she was.
“Hello, sweet cheeks,” Bear said. “Are you coming to our little party we’re having in a couple of weeks?”
“I wouldn’t miss it. Will you be there?” she asked.
“So long as your little ass is, you can count me in.”
Juliet smiled and looked toward him. “What about you, Preacher, will you be there?”
“I’ll be there.” He winked at her. “You can count on it.”
They gave their order, and Juliet made sure to give them a show as she filled up their cups with coffee. She bent over, giving them a nice view of her rounded ass and the fullness of her tits.
She really was something, and Preacher felt himself getting aroused.
“What’s the deal with Milner?” Bear asked. “Any news on his replacement?”
“No news and Milner can no longer be trusted. I believe he was trying to get me to talk about what happened to Flora. I want the word put out to Billy and the others. No one is to talk about the club business with him. There’s no way I want to risk him exposing club secrets.”
“What do you want to do in the meantime, boss?” Grind asked. “The new guy is supposed to be arriving in a couple of days.”
“I know, and when he does, I’ll put a feel out for him, but until then, you all keep your noses clean.”
Juliet came back, putting their plates of food in front of them. She made a point of touching his shoulder and whispering in his ear.
“I’m available for you anytime you want me.”
She walked away, and he watched her ass go.
Digging into his food, he listened to Bear moan again about Rebecca.
“You think there’s any way to stop her from coming to the party? I don’t want her there, man. She is just going to start some shit, and we really don’t need that.”
“You know Rebecca hurts Robin, don’t you?” Preacher asked.
He looked toward Bear, who was a little open-mouthed. “I’m shocked you know my girl’s name.”
“Bishop has heard her calling Robin names. Taking the piss out of her weight. Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Yeah, it fucking bothers me. I’ve told her repeatedly to leave the girl alone.”
“I’m guessing, she is ignoring all of your requests.”
“Fucking, clearly. Piece of shit. She’s … what did Robin say?”
Why the fuck are you getting involved?
He liked the young woman. Robin had a good heart, and he didn’t like to see good people get hurt. Rebecca was rotten to the core, and Robin wasn’t. He felt a need to protect that innocence within her that most would like to see snuffed out.
“Robin said she could handle it, but I don’t think she should be handling the kind of shit her mother’s saying to her. None of us would accept it.” He got to his feet after finishing his food. He threw down some money. “See you boys back at the clubhouse.”
“What are you doing?” Bear asked.
He didn’t say anything. Grabbing Juliet by the arm, he pulled her away from the customers she was serving and dragged her into the nearest bathroom. She let out a little yelp but didn’t fight him.
Closing the door, he pressed her up against the bathroom counter.
“So, I can have anything I want from you?” He shoved his hand down her panties, finding her soaking wet.
“Yes, Preacher, you can have whatever you want from me. Always. I’m available to you.”
He pulled his hand from her shorts. “Then get them down your knees and bend over, this is not going to take long.” He tore into a condom, sliding it over his length. He wanted it hard and fast.
****
“Happy birthday, Bishop,” Robin said, placing a single cupcake in front of her best friend.
They sat outside the clubhouse. Several of the guys were drinking beer, playing cards, and others were with some of the women.
Her dad had told her to pack a few clothes for the coming weekend, and she didn’t argue with him. Bishop had picked her up, and she never questioned club instructions. She was never told why she had to do the things she did.
She had at least packed Bishop’s birthday present and had full access to the kitchen so she could bake him a cake.
“You baked this?” he asked.
“Yep.” She quickly reached behind her, grabbing the plate she’d piled high with cupcakes. “All with the chocolate fudge frosting you love so much.” She smiled at him. “Blow it out. Make a wish.”
Some of the guys had joined, and Bishop slapped their hands away as they tried to steal a cupcake.
“They’re my cupcakes,” Bishop complained.
“I’ve made several batches,” she said. “They’re all in the kitchen if you’d like one.”
Several of the men walked away, and she watched Bishop stare at his cupcake, close his eyes, and blow out the candle.
He opened his eyes and groaned. “My wish didn’t come true.”
“How come? You’ve only just made it. You can’t expect it to come true immediately. Wishes take a lot of time.”
“I wanted you naked and offering yourself up to me.”
She saw a couple of the guys were laughing.
“Bishop, seriously, stop it.”
“What? It’s what I wanted.” He took her hand and started to kiss her knuckles, leading up her arm. “Wouldn’t you like to give yourself to me? I’d be your first and only.”
She pulled her arm from his. “Try the cupcake.”
Bishop sighed. He took a bite out of the cupcake. “It’s wonderful. You know it is. You’re an amazing baker.”
She smiled, but she knew she’d upset him.
“The boy doesn’t want your fucking cupcakes, Robin.”
She tensed up as her mother stood beside her. Rebecca gripped her shoulder tightly, and she tried not to wince at the sudden pain. There would certainly be a bruise tomorrow just from the grip.
“Men want one thing. He wants you to sleep with him. To spread your thighs for his dick.”
“That’s enough, Rebecca,” Bear said.
Now this was becoming even more humiliating.
Bishop took her hand and ran his thumb across her knuckles. In his own way he was trying to offer her comfort rather than accepting the fact he’d caused this disagreement. She wasn’t angry at him though. It would be pointless to be angry at him, especially as he wouldn’t understand what he’d done.
“What? You think anyone here thinks I’m lying? You’re all willing men. You tell me what it is you want? A wet pussy or a nice cupcake? I mean seriously. She is your daughter. She needs to know what she’ll be good for. That’s what women are good for here, right? Fucking, not thinking.”
“Why would it even bother you?” Bear asked. “You were only good for one thing, and you’ve proven that. Get your fucking hands off my daughter.”
Robin tensed up, flinching as her mother removed her hand. She hated this. Glancing up, she saw people were watching them. Bishop hadn’t let go of her hand. She didn’t want him to either.
“She’s my daughter as well. I know you wish she wasn’t, but you can’t fucking change genetics, can you? We all share it, and she’s mine just as much as she is yours.”
“Robin is nothing like you and never will be.”
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“She certainly won’t be like you, fucking all the whores in this place.” Rebecca turned around. “Come on. Which one of you nasty sluts have had a chance at my man? I hope your dick falls off from all the holes you’ve stuck it in.”
Bishop got to his feet, and while her parents were distracted, they escaped inside, going to his room. She had her own, but Bishop went straight to his.
“I figured you wanted to get out of there,” he said.
“You’re right.”
The window was open, and she could still hear them fighting.
“Why would I want your pussy? It’s been with half the men in town.”
“They really know how to make a party.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not. This party wasn’t really for me, and besides, it’s only four o’clock, plenty of time for the real party to begin.”
“They’ll fight like this,” Robin said, closing the window. “Then they’ll get angry drunk, and then end up in bed together.”
“It’s the way of your parents, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Don’t you get tired of their childish behavior?” she asked. “All of it?”
“I don’t see it all that often, babe. Come here.”
He sat on the bed, and he had his bed eyes.
Going to the bed, she lay down beside him. He pushed some of her hair off her face, and she smiled up at him. “How does it feel to be eighteen years old?”
“No different,” he said. “I’m legally allowed to do shit I’ve been doing for a long time.”
He tilted her head back and kissed her lips. “Have I told you how pretty you look?”
“Not today.”
“You’re very pretty, Robin.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.
She closed her eyes and kissed him back.
At first, it was a sweet kiss. He took his time, loving her mouth, and she closed her eyes, enjoying him. All too soon, the hand cupping her cheek started to move down, grazing over her breast. He cupped the flesh, giving it a squeeze.
Don’t worry about it.
It’s Bishop.
The hand didn’t stay on her breast for long.
He moved down, cupping her between the thighs.
She pulled away, breaking from the kiss, and sitting up.
“For fuck’s sake,” he said. “It’s my birthday.”
“I know it’s your birthday, but I’m not ready.”
“What are you waiting for? You know there is never going to be a magical time to lose your virginity, and men, we don’t like being teased.” Bishop collapsed to the bed. “There are plenty of chicks who want me.”
“You think I don’t know you have them?” She looked at him. “I don’t want us to end up like my parents or worse, like yours.”
“There’s no chance of that. For us to ever be like our parents, you have to give up the goods and I don’t fucking see you doing that.” He got up and headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Out!” He slammed the door closed, and she winced from the sound.
He was angry, and she’d been the one to cause it.
Putting a hand to her face, she tried to drown out the guilt, but nothing was happening.
The guilt was very much there.
She turned her head to the left and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Tonight was supposed to be a party, or at least her dad had told her it would be. Dressed in a white dress with red roses on it, she’d left her hair down, no makeup, and she thought she looked pretty.
Why can’t you go the whole way with Bishop?
It wouldn’t change who you are. It wouldn’t mean anything.
Pushing some hair off her face, she knew she wasn’t ready, and sex, it wasn’t about doing it fast and getting it done. She wanted it to be special the first time, all the times.
Staring at her reflection, she took a deep breath. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You have a right to refuse. You don’t need to be forced into having sex.” She nodded her head.
She was in no doubt at all Bishop would find another willing body tonight and then in the morning, he’d be attentive again.
She didn’t know how much longer she could go on with this back and forth between them. It was so exhausting.
****
The party was in full swing, and Milly smiled as she thought about what she’d seen. Bishop, as always, had come to her, and after sucking his dick, he’d left her alone, but she’d seen him take Robin up to his room.
It would mean he wouldn’t be taking her to his room unless she got Robin out of the way.
Her parents had already had their little fight and were now drinking.
She spotted Bear with some of the women all over him, challenging Rebecca to say something.
Preacher was around somewhere as well.
In her pocket was the little sachet of powder she’d purchased. It was enough to keep a woman aware of what was happening, but perfectly still.
It hadn’t taken her long to come up with her plan, and if she was able to get Robin to come downstairs, she was determined to knock that little bitch down a peg or so.
Watching the door, she ignored the stares of a couple of the men. If they were really desperate for their dicks to be sucked and fucked, they could come to her. She was tired of being the one always on her hands and knees, begging.
Being on the floor, taking cock repeatedly for nothing wasn’t how she wanted to keep living her life.
She could have been anyone, and she liked the position of the old ladies she’d seen. Not just in this club but in the few she’d visited.
Men and women feared old ladies because of who their men were. She wanted that. She wanted people to cross the road to avoid her, or to stutter in her presence.
The power was a heady feeling, and she knew the only way to get that was either through Preacher, who never went near her, or Bishop.
He was young enough and stupid enough to fall for her. However, he’d shown her how much Robin meant to him. He cared about her a great deal. She knew he was in love with Robin, and everyone adored Robin.
Her sweet tendencies. How could she do anything wrong?
Well, Milly was going to make sure she did something wrong.
As if on cue, Robin came through to the main clubhouse.
She looked out of place in her pretty white dress with roses on it. Very sweet, but that’s what the men liked. The sweetness could be seen, but the men also saw the curves on the young woman.
A couple of the club brothers took a moment to look at Robin.
She was forbidden fruit.
Young.
Sweet.
Sexy as fuck.
Even Milly could admit it. Robin had a big pair of tits and wide hips, giving the full, hourglass figure. Milly knew why her mother hated her so much, because she was every single guy’s wet dream without even trying. She didn’t vie for affection or seek out attention, and to the men, it just made her more of a trophy.
Of course, Robin was a trophy no man could have all because of Bear.
Getting to her feet, Milly smiled.
“Hey, there, I’m so sorry about what I saw earlier. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you. Milly, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, that’s me. I’m a little Milly. I’m all alone. Everyone is taken. I don’t suppose you’d dance with me.”
“I … erm … have you seen Bishop?”
“I think he’s out in the courtyard. Do you want me to go and get him?”
“No, it’s okay. It’s fine.”
“Let’s dance.” Without waiting for a response, Milly took Robin onto the dance floor. The music was so fucking slow, but she danced with the young woman.
Robin kept getting distracted, and Milly knew she had to wait for the right time.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Yes, please, I’m thirsty.”
She had to be careful now.
The first drink she gave Robin was free from anything. “I don’t drink alcohol.”
“Oh, this is just an orange juice.” She didn’t add that she’d also laced it with a lot of vodka.
They danced together for the next hour.
Milly kept on plying her with alcohol, and finally, on the last glass, she stirred in the powder, and handed it to Robin.
“I can’t believe we’ve never hung out before,” Robin said. “You’re an amazing dancer. Did you go to school here?”
“I’m a little too old to go to school. This is best drunk in one go.” She kept the glass poised at Robin’s lips. “Keep on drinking.”
Robin finished the drink, and Milly took the glass away.
Making sure she was near the door, she waited. It didn’t take long.
“I don’t feel so good.” Robin put a hand to her head.
“It’s okay. Let’s go and let you lie down.” Helping her out of the main clubhouse, she took her upstairs, finding the room she wanted.
Entering the room, Milly was happy to see it was vacant.
“Milly, what’s going on? Something isn’t right.”
“You’re right, it’s not. I’m sick and tired of watching you get everything when you’re nothing more than a fucking cunt. You’re exactly like me.”
Robin groaned. “What did you do?”
Shoving her down to the bed. “I’m going to make sure no one is ever going to look at you the same way again.”
Robin didn’t put up a fight. The drugs were working fast, and the moment she had her stripped naked, turned on her stomach, she smiled. Stage one of her plan was complete. Now, she just needed to deal with stage two.
No one should mess with her.
Slapping Robin’s ass, hard, she smirked.
This was proving to be a lot more fun than she realized.
