She didn’t know what that meant, but right now she was more interested in something to drink. “May I have something, please?” she asked softly, keeping her eyes low.
Fletcher smiled, as the other three men took their drinks and wandered over toward the action. “What do you want?”
“Coke? Anything wet.”
Fletcher bent down and popped up with a bright red container, water running from the side of the can before he even sat it on the bar.
“Thanks,” she murmured as she picked it up, opened it, and downed half as fast as she could.
She almost choked when a different female voice cried out in pain, the cheers of the crowd once again rising and then falling. “You fuckin’ bitch!” the voice screamed. “I’m going to rip your tits off!”
“Want to see?” Colt asked, rising from his stool after pouring himself another shot.
Sierra shook her head. “No…I—”
“Sure you do,” Colt said, pulling her away from the bar. “You wanted to come. Let me show you what you’ve signed up for.”
He led her across the floor, pushing his way through the knot of people. Sierra felt her mouth fall open at the sight before her. On some sort of large plastic covered pad, two sweating, naked couples were engaged in…something. The men were on their backs, side by side but turned so their feet were at the other’s head. The two women had reverse mounted them, their hips pumping furiously as they fucked their men…but there was nothing intimate about what she saw. The men were holding the glistening women by their waists, pushing them toward each other as they slapped, scratched and pulled their opponents hair, grunting and gasping in pain, or pleasure, or both.
She couldn’t tear her eyes from the spectacle in front of her, appalled at what she saw, and yet, she could feel herself becoming wet as the women strained, fought and fucked. With another cry of pain, the redhead tore her brunette opponent’s hands from her hair and then hooked her arm around the her head as she raked her nails across the woman’s stomach, leaving behind three red welts. The brunette cried out her pain before grabbing red by the throat. Red replied in kind and their faces began to flush, rising up slightly onto their knees as they battled, the men thrusting into them hard and fast.
The crowd began to roar, sensing the end was near. Suddenly the brunette shuddered and jerked, obviously caught in the throes of a massive orgasm. “You fucking bitch,” the red said, pushing her defeated opponent away in disgust. “You can never take me.”
Sierra watched as money changed hands, the crowd rumbling. She thought the show was over, but the men roughly shoved the women off and then bounded to their feet, their bodies slamming together as they tried to get each other in a head lock. The two sweaty men grunted and strained against each other, their huge, hard, cocks bouncing and swaying as they fought. As the men pushed and shoved, the women stepped behind them and reached around, taking their cocks into their hands and stroked them furiously. The men began to gasp and grunt as the women stroked, their muscles bulging as they strained against each other while crying out their pleasure.
Colt turned away and Sierra followed. “What’s that all about?” Sierra asked as Colt poured another shot at the bar, looking back over her shoulder, unable to believe what she’d just seen.
“I told you. It’s a duel, a challenge. Skye probably challenged Monica since they were fighting. Stupid bitches. That’s all they do, fight.” He slid the bag of cash toward him and began to count the money.
“I don’t understand.”
He said nothing until he finished counting. “What’s to understand?” he asked as he returned the money to a pile and began to count out five piles. “It’s like who’s the top dog. It’s about standing in the club, who can order who around. Shit like that.”
“You don’t sound like you approve.”
“It’s stupid, that’s all. A waste of energy, and it keeps everyone at everyone else’s throats. Everyone is always looking for weakness rather than working to improve the club.”
Sierra was about to say more when she saw two men and a woman break away from the crowd, stripping as they went. They went to a couch where the woman lay down, her head upside down over the arm as one man shoved his cock into her mouth and the other man entered her pussy. She looked around again and realized that everyone, and she did mean everyone, was gorgeous, men and women alike.
Colt finished counting out the five piles then returned the bulk of the cash to the bag, leaving about eleven hundred dollars in each stack.
“What’s that?” she asked, nodding at the money.
“Our cut. The crew gets thirty percent, the club the rest.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
He shrugged. It didn’t seem fair to him either, but it was what it was.
“What about you?” she asked.
“What about me?”
“Where do you rank in this top dog system?”
He smiled. “Nobody fucks with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I can out fuck and out fight any man or woman here.”
“Are you the leader, president, whatever?”
He smiled. “No. Come on.” He took the bundles of cash and the bag, pocketing one bundle before moving through the crowd, handing another bundle to each of the four men involved in the robbery. As she followed, one of the sweating and straining men, the one with long brown hair, began to grunt and curse as semen erupted from his cock an instant before the bald man twisted him and threw him down hard on the mat.
Red smiled in satisfaction, licking the man’s semen off her fingers. “It’s just you and me, babe,” Red purred to the bald man as the defeated man got to his feet and the vanquished couple slinked away. “You ready to finish this?”
Baldy smiled. “You know I am.”
As Sierra watched, Red slapped the shit out of the man before he grabbed her and threw her roughly to the mat. He fell on her, holding her down, forcing her legs open and driving his big cock into her as she fought viciously. It looked more like rape than anything loving, the two slapping, choking and spitting on each other as they fucked, but the woman was clearly into it and Sierra turned away, unable to watch.
She followed Colt as he approached a fat, hairy, bear of a man who pulled his pants down before lowering himself into a chair. Colt tossed the bag of cash to him as another lovely woman settled between his legs and began to lick and kiss his rigid cock. “We took our cut.”
“What was the take?” the man asked. “And who the fuck is that?”
“About fifteen grand. A cop walked in on us and I brought her as some insurance. She’s my twenty-four.”
The man grunted. “You got a name?”
“Sierra,” she said, unable to tear her eyes away from the woman. She could hear the threesome grunting and gasping as they approached orgasm, the swearing and slapping of bodies of the couple on the mat as they fucked their brains out, and this woman giving head right in front of her. She’d never seen so much sex in her life…and though she knew she should be afraid, she had a deep aching need that she would gladly let Colt satisfy.
“Paul,” the man said, his face twisting as a wave of pleasure passed over him. “I’m the President and…fuck, Trinity…” he said as he began to lose focus, his hands going to her head as he began to thrust his hips.
Colt grimaced as he took her arm and turned her away. She could see through a gap in the crowd the couple on the mat, the man with his arm around the woman’s throat as he took her from behind, pounding into her incredibly hard as the woman’s face twisted in bliss. With a groan she shook, the man pounding into her even harder until with a grunt he pulled out and spilled his essence onto her back.
Colt stepped back to the bar and poured another splash into his glass.
“Can I have one of those?” she asked.
He slid his glass to her, flipped over another and poured it full before tossing it back.
“Why? Why did you bring me here? You must
have your pick of these women.”
“I don’t know. He smiled at her, a smile that went straight to her womanhood. “Looking for a new challenge, I suppose.”
“You think I will be a challenge?” she asked as she took a sip. She hadn’t been able to afford booze, so she was taking it easy.
“I don’t know. Will you?”
The sex show over, the men and women began to disperse through the building but all were beginning to notice the stranger in their midst. She took another sip of her drink. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
He grinned at her. “I’ll guess we’ll find out later, huh?”
She returned his smile, hoisting her drink in acknowledgement. “I guess we will.” She knew one thing, the more she thought about what was happening around her, men and women disappearing in twos, threes and fours, and the sounds of sex coming from another part of the building, the more she knew she was going to fuck Colt silly.
By the time food was brought out, she’d loosened up considerably. She had several men and women approach her, propositioning her for sex, but Colt warned each of them off with the phrase of “she’s my twenty-four.” The men and women seemed to accept that and she felt reasonable safe. Combined with the drinks, she was feeling wild and free.
As the evening wore on, the club began to slide into a stupor, the members involved in sex, drinking or drugs. She watched as Fletcher and a stunning woman made slow, intimate, love, in a big chair. She found it amazing that people ignored them because she found it almost impossible to tear her eyes away.
Colt smiled as Sierra appeared to be transfixed by the sight. “That’s Perri, Fletcher’s old lady.” He went on to explain that Nic and Harrison also had old ladies, McKenzie and Bobbi respectively.
“What about you and…” she snapped her fingers, trying to recall the other man’s name that was involved in the robbery.
“Gunner?”
“Yeah, Gunner. Do you have old ladies?”
“No. Gunner had one, but no longer.”
“What happened to her?”
“She left. Couldn’t take it anymore. After she had the shit beat out of her by Monica she gave him a choice, her or the club.”
“He chose the club?”
“Yeah. I think he stayed because of me.”
“And you?”
“No. Nobody.”
“Why?”
“A couple of reasons. Any old lady I take will have a target on her back, and—”
“Why is that?” she asked, cutting him off.
“Because VP is the highest rank that can be taken in a duel.”
“You’re the vice-president?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just trying to put the pieces together. What’s the other reason?”
He smiled, a sad smile. “I’m not sure, really. I want something more than just sex. I can fuck any of these women any time, but for an old lady I want someone who has dreams, someone who wants something more than a hard cock and a fight.”
“You have dreams?”
“Yeah.”
“What dreams?”
Colt shook his head with a small smile, but said nothing.
Before she could press, music began to thump through the building. A rocking salsa mix that made her think of sex. Beautiful bodies began to move together on the floor, their hips swaying and grinding together. She felt herself beginning to sweat even as the desert cooled. “Dance with me,” she said, pulling him to his feet.
He rose and she let the music take her, moving in close, pressing her body to his. She knew at some deep level it was the alcohol reducing her inhibitions, but she didn’t care. As they danced, she began to strip him, first his colors then his shirt. She allowed her hands to play over his muscular torso, feeling the ripples of his abdomen, tracing the ridges and valleys of his body. He was by far the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, the tattoos of bikes, knives and skulls arrayed on his body adding to his bad boy allure. His toned, taunt body shone in the lights, a fine film of sweat making him glow as if oiled. She kissed his chest, relishing the salty taste of his skin and his masculine smell, the smell of sunshine and desert and freedom.
She allowed him to remove her shirt. She wore just a plain, cheap, brassier, but she didn’t care. The press of his flesh to hers as they ground their hips together exciting her beyond anything she’d experienced before. She could feel his impressive erection pressed into her stomach and she longed to feel it inside of her.
He pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely, his tongue battling with hers as their bodies became still. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes, his face hard with lust. “I brought you here. Now it’s time for you to live up to your end of the bargain.”
Thank God! she thought as he took her arm and shoved her toward the door.
Chapter Four
“Where are we going?” she asked as they approached the door. She thought they would go into the back where the sounds of sex came from, or perhaps right there in front of everyone else. She didn’t care where so long as they did!
“My trailer.”
“You have a trailer?”
“Yeah,” he said as he banged open the door of the clubhouse. “One of the perks of office.”
He hustled her across the dusty ground, seemingly as in as much a hurry as she was. He opened the door to one of the small trailers and shoved her inside. She didn’t understand why he was being so rough since she was more than willing to let him take her. The inside of the trailer was stifling, at least one hundred fifty degrees, and cramped, with the low ceiling, making the small space feel even smaller. There was a large bed to the left at the back, beyond a short hall, with a small sitting area, kitchen and table occupying the remainder of the floor space.
He followed her in and, as she turned, he shoved her hard against the wall, pinning her there with her hands over her head. She was excited and scared at the same time, the rough treatment winding her up, but making her worry he might also hurt her. They stood, staring into each other eyes, sweat already trickling down their faces.
“Are we going to do this or what?” she snarled, the heat radiating from the trailer wall pressed against her back uncomfortably warm, heating her up even more.
His kiss was electrifying in its intensity, her womanhood clinching in need as he ravished her with his mouth. She struggled, wanting to embrace him, to pull him to her, to feel his bare chest against hers, but he held her firm.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes again, reading them. She wanted him, he could see her need in her eyes, but there was something more. He’d seen the lust in the eyes of all the women in the club, taking those he wished, but there was more in Sierra’s eyes. With few exceptions, the other women’s eyes were vacant, but Sierra’s sparked with an intensity and intelligence that spoke to him, challenging his mastery over her. He smiled as he peeled her off the wall.
“Get undressed,” he ordered, shoving her toward the bed. I’m going to break her. I’m going to break her and enjoy doing it. He liked a good hot sweaty fuck as much as the next man, probably more, but it was too damned hot in the trailer, so he turned and started the air-conditioner running.
She passed the tiny bathroom that formed the hall and crawled onto the large bed, wondering how many women he’d taken there. I don’t care, I’ll out fuck them all. She was still stripping, struggling to get her pants off her sweat-soaked legs when he appeared. She froze, watching as he slowly undid his belt and lowered his pants. He had on no underwear and she almost gasped at the size of him. She had no idea how big he was compared to most, but he was by far the largest man she will have ever received.
Not that she was surprised. Out of habit she’d glanced at the door as he’d come into the grocery, making note of his height against the markings on the door. In his boots he stood just over six-foot four, and he was built in proportion. Big muscular chest, shoulders and arms, big hands, big feet… and a big ass cock she was going to fuck until
she passed out from exhaustion.
He smiled, standing there as her gaze roamed his body. She still had her panties on, but otherwise she was naked. Her skin was a sun kissed caramel brown, and her round face, large brown eyes, long black hair, and oh my god body, thrilled him like few women before her. She glowed with a fine film of sweat, droplets forming and running down her body, the very picture of a sex goddess as her tongue slithered unconsciously over her lips. He watched as she slowly slid out of her panties, her smile as she met his eyes making cock jerk and twitch in anticipation.
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest, the anticipation and heat making it difficult for her to catch her breath. He joined her on the bed, holding himself upright on his knees as he grabbed her and forcefully pulled her face to his crotch. Why does he have to be so rough! she complained silently as she took him into her mouth. I want to do this! She wasn’t terribly experienced as a lover, having only a small handful of men in her life, but one of the men had loved getting head. Colt was too big to take all the way, but she forced herself down on him as far as she could, bobbing her head and twisting it sideways as she struggled to take as much of him as possible.
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