“A biker gang?”
“I’m pretty sure they prefer to be called a motorcycle club. They’re part of the main group out of Santa Fe.”
“You seem to know a lot about them. Do they come here often?”
“They drop in from time to time. They’re loud and obnoxious, but they typically have a few beers and leave.”
“Loud and obnoxious? Isn’t that bad for business?”
“Honey, the two guys at the bar. That’s the most business that we usually get in here.”
I don’t know why I was surprised. Whoever thought of putting a motel in the middle of nowhere deserved to be bankrupt. It just wasn’t a smart business decision. If the place were to ever come up for sale and I was charged with selling it, I’d recommend the new owners tear it down and start over with some sort of business that doesn’t rely on customers walking through the door. Maybe some sort of manufacturing or shipping warehouse.
Feeling uneasy, I debated whether or not I should just hightail it back to my room. Something stopped me, though. I don’t know if it was stupidity or morbid curiosity. I just wanted to see what happened next.
The roaring from the motorcycle engines stopped and seconds later, the front doors slammed open, almost as though the bikers kicked them instead of pushing them. All four of us were staring at the doors, waiting to see what was going to happen next.
That’s when I saw my first glimpse of a motorcycle club. The walked in like they owned the place, the hard, heavy, metal-tipped boots cracking against the floor, breaking the deafening silence that had developed.
Three of the bikers were close to six-foot tall. They were heavily tattooed, had long, unkempt hair, and unshaven, scraggly beards. If you were to look up the term stereotypical biker, I’m sure there pictures would be featured.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the fourth biker, who was walking in front of the three others. At least 6’5”, he had an aura around him. He was clearly the man that the other people followed behind, both literally and figuratively. He was definitely the leader.
The giant of a man had shorter hair than the other men, shorter hair, piercing blue eyes, and his short stubble told me he at least owned a razor.
“Katie!” one of the bikers yelled out.
“Have a seat sweetie, I’ll be with you guys in just a minute.”
Sweetie? I wondered if the two of them knew each other more than casually, but I wasn’t about to ask. Besides, it wasn’t really my business.
The men sat down and ordered a round of beers. Those beers were quickly followed by another four or five rounds and it didn’t look like they were anywhere close to being finished. With each round, they got louder and louder and rowdier and rowdier. The guys at the bar were visibly nervous, which seemed to be amusing the bikers. Eventually, they paid their tabs and walked out as quickly as they could, which drew plenty of jeers from the table.
No matter how hard I tried to mind my own business and focus on anything else in the bar, I couldn’t stop my eyes from staring at the giant of a biker over and over again. He had a presence that I’d never experienced before.
As loud as the group was, his voice carried above all the rest. He had a swagger about him and I could already tell that he was self-assured and cocky type. Every time he spoke, the others in his group would shut their mouths and hang on every word he said. They were in awe of him and it showed.
I was a little concerned about the bartender. Every time she took drinks over to their table, she had to put up with them making perverted comments and groping all over her. At first I thought she was putting on a good front when she smiled at them, but the more it happened, the more I realized how much she was enjoying the attention.
Motorcycle clubs have a notorious reputation and people always say you should stay far, far away from them. For some reason, I didn’t feel like I was in any danger at all. They weren’t making lewd comments at me like they were Katie. Every once in a while, one of them would send a look my way, but their eyes were usually focused on my tits and not my face. The fact that they were giving me any attention at all was quite flattering, really.
The bikers had only been there for about an hour, but they were completely shit-faced. I guess having a few beers and leaving wasn’t on the agenda that night. Now that they were all drunk, Katie was flirting with them all very openly. She walked over to one of them, whispered something into his ear and walked out of the bar towards the reception area.
He sat at the table for a few moments, looked around at his fellow bikers, got up and also started walking towards the reception area, sporting a huge smile on his face. I could only imagine what he had on his mind. The others paid no attention to him whatsoever.
I continued to sit at the bar, listening to the bikers tell crazy stories and nursing my sixth beer of the night. A few minutes later, those beers were working their way through my system and I needed to go to the bathroom. I held it for as long as I could because I remembered Steve always telling me that once you broke the seal, you’d be in the bathroom over and over for the rest of the night.
Sliding off my barstool, I tried to casually walk out of the bar area, but I started stumbling almost as soon as my feet hit the floor. Whenever consuming alcohol, I never usually have more than one or two so the six I had left me feeling more than a little lightheaded.
I walked along the wall, praying that the bikers wouldn’t be able to tell I was using it to hold myself up as I slipped out of the bar and finally made my way to the restroom.
Relieved that I’d finally made it and eager to relieve myself, I opened the door and was stopped dead in my tracks. The biker was standing in the center of the room, looking me right in the eyes. It freaked me out and I didn’t know what to say. Do I say hello? What’s up? Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here? What’s the protocol for something like this.
Surprisingly, I didn’t initially notice that he and I weren’t in the restroom by ourselves. When I looked down towards the floor, I saw Katie on her knees right in front of him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and felt like I couldn’t move.
I’m far from a prude. I’ve even watched porn with Steve pretty recently in hopes that it would improve our sex life, but seeing this unfold in front of me was shocking to me. I felt like I was hypnotized. Seeing the bartender’s head sliding up and down as she took the biker’s cock deep into her throat was so surreal.
Frozen in place, the biker continued staring at me, even grinning while looking straight into my eyes.
“You like what you see?” he asked as he grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth, gagging her in the process?
“Sorry,” I replied as I slowly backed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Standing outside the door, I found myself breathless. I felt like I should have been horrified by what I’d just witnessed, but I wasn’t. I was fairly innocent when it came to sexual experiences, but I was completely aroused and completely fascinated to have witnessed such an unadulterated act of pure sexual release.
Little did anyone know, but I’d actually fantasized about a very similar situation in the past. My sex life with Steve had become dull. When it had gotten to the point that I had to get myself off, I’d often closed my eyes and pictured a stranger taking me in a public restroom and fucking my brains out.
Things like that never happen to me, but did I ever wish they did.
I couldn’t believe I was thinking that way. It had to just be the beer talking. Oh well, I was going to let them finish before trying to use the restroom again. I could have just gone to my room, but I chose to go back to the bar to drink another beer. With my state of arousal, there was no way I wasn’t going to sit around to see what happened next.
6
The thing that shocked me the most about what I’d witnessed in the bathroom was how much I actually enjoyed seeing it. It was very erotic and had my mind in a tizzy.
So many secret fa
ntasies that nobody ever knew about began filling my head. Fantasies that I would never have dared to tell Steve because he’s so protective and would have died of jealousy had he known.
I could almost see what his face would have looked like if I had ever told him how I dreamed of a sexy stranger ravishing me in a lust fueled tryst. We wouldn’t even know each other’s names. Just sex. Hot, sweaty, intense sex before we each went on our way. Big, powerful men were the ones I’ve always had a thing for, but I settled for Steve because he was the safe choice. A choice that provided me with life stability.
At least that’s what I thought. He let me believe that we were a team that would have each other’s backs no matter what. Never did I dream that he would cheat on me, especially when I was so good to him. Man, how I’d love to tell him all about the fantasy and see the look on his face.
Would he even care if I told him? It wasn’t like he’d ever shown an interest in my sexual needs and he sure as hell didn’t give a shit about what I was interested in sexually. As long as he got off, that was all that mattered.
I sat on my barstool watching the bathroom door, hoping Katie and the biker would emerge through any moment. I still had to go badly and I doubted I’d make it to my room.
Why did they have to be in the women’s restroom? They couldn’t have used the men’s? That’s when the thought hit me. I could just slip in, use the men’s room, and slip right back out. Nobody would know a thing.
Sliding carefully off my seat, thighs as close together as I could get them, I awkwardly made my way back into the lobby. Looking around to make sure nobody was watching, I slipped into the bathroom, rushed into the stall, locked the stall door, and finally sat down to relieve myself. Much to my surprise, the bathroom was incredibly clean. As close to immaculate as you can get.
I’d just finished going when I heard the door to the bathroom burst open followed by the sound of very heavy footsteps. My heart pounded in my chest as I held my breath, afraid of making even the slightest sound.
Had he seen me come in? I was pretty sure none of them were paying any attention to me, but I was so focused on getting to the restroom, I might have drawn attention to myself. How in the hell was I going to get out of this one?
I listened closely as the footsteps stopped and the room went silent once again. I was sure the sound of my heart was audible and echoing off the walls, even though I knew how ridiculous that was.
The silence was broken when I heard the sound of a zipper and then the unmistakable sound of a man pissing. Remembering that the urinals faced the wall, I knew this was my chance to make a clean getaway without being noticed.
As quietly as I could, I unlocked the stall and made a mad dash for the restroom door. I knew freedom was just inches away as I put my hands up to push the door open. Before they could make contact, however, the door opened and my hands were planted firmly on the chest of the huge biker.
“Whoa, slow down there little lady,” he said as he continued to walk into the bathroom.
The mountain of the man had completely blocked my exit and I had to back up as he kept moving forward. The biker who had originally come into the bathroom shook his head as he walked past us on his way back to the bar.
I was completely transfixed on the man in front of me. He was literally what fantasies were made of. He was easily one of the most attractive men I’d ever laid eyes on and there he was in front of me. That was when the realization hit me that my hands were still planted on his sculpted chest.
“Darlin’, unless you’re some kind of fucking weirdo or one of them lady boys, you’re in the wrong damn bathroom,” he continued, his voice deep and menacing. Most people would be frightened, but I was far too turned on to be scared.
“I’m sorry,” I said in the sweetest, most innocent voice I could muster. “The women’s room was occupied and I really had to go. Nobody was in here when I came in.”
His mouth slid into a cocky grin.
“So why are you in such a big hurry to get out of here?”
“Because I need to go close out my tab and head to my room. I need to get some sleep because I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.”
“Is that right? Well, I’ll tell you what Darlin’. If you want to get past me, I’m going to need at least a kiss from ya.”
Just then, I heard the jukebox in the bar fire up and “Don’t Go Away Mad” by Motley Crue started blasting. I remembered thinking that it was a blast from the past that I hadn’t heard in ages.
Snapping back into the moment, I looked the biker in the eyes and finally removed my hands from his chest. Had he really just told me that I wasn’t going to get to leave the restroom unless I gave him a kiss?
He must not have known what type of girl he was dealing with. After everything I’d been through that day, the last thing I was going to do is stand there and take any of his shit.
“You can fuck right off,” I replied in a very matter of fact tone. “Back up and let me out of here.”
Instead of backing up like I expected him to, he grabbed my arms and pushed me back against the wall. I knew I should have been scared out of my mind, but for some reason, I wasn’t.
“Fuck off? That’s not very lady like now is it?”
With my arms pinned against the wall, he bent down and slowly began bringing his lips towards mine. His beer-tinged breath filled my nostrils as I felt his mouth on mine.
I knew that I should have been pushing him away, but I couldn’t. Not because I wasn’t able to but because deep down inside, I didn’t want to. Even though I wasn’t exactly a willing participant, there was something very exciting about the situation I suddenly found myself in.
While I began his kiss by protesting his advance by keeping my lips sealed tightly, I wanted more. I needed more. I allowed my lips to part ever so slightly, allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss was hard, deep, and intense. It was exactly the way type of kiss I’d been craving for years. The type of kiss that I’d been wishing Steve would give to me. It was full of passion, lust, and want. These were things I’d not felt from him in so long.
I returned the kiss, both of our tongues exploring each other’s mouths while his hands began to explore my body. Big, strong hands. He was rough with me, but not violent. He was aggressive, but not to the point where I felt uncomfortable.
He touched me like he owned me. He reached under my shirt and yanked down my bra, grabbing handfuls of my breasts. My nipples reacted strongly to his kisses and touches. I yelped into his mouth as he pinched them and sent a shockwave through my body that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
I was being the bad girl that I’d always fantasized about and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Steve would shit if he knew what I was doing, but he could go fuck himself. I wouldn’t even be in the bathroom if it wasn’t for him being a lying, cheating prick.
He slid my shirt up over my and took my left nipple into his mouth, biting at it just enough to make me flinch. This man definitely knew his way around a woman’s body and I was looking forward to letting him explore every single inch of mine.
Reaching down, he lifted my dress and slid his hand into my panties. I gasped as his finger quickly rubbed across my clit before sliding inside of me. He had easy access because I was already dripping wet.
Was I really going to let this happen? It felt good, but was I letting my passion override my brain? To give myself completely to this man would be complete madness. Still, it felt so good and I didn’t want it to end so I wasn’t about to stop him.
I was so close to getting off from nothing but his touch, which only served to remind me just how bad I’d had things at home. I had just closed my eyes and gotten lost in the moment when the bathroom door violently slammed open.
“Steel, there’s trouble. We gotta go!”
7
Without any hesitation, the biker pulled away from me and was out the door just as quickly as he had come in. Although I f
elt like I was in a daze, almost as though I was completely separated from my body, I followed behind him so I could see what was going on. What kind of trouble could there possibly be at a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere?
I was lightheaded and surprised by how aroused I was. I never considered myself to be that kind of girl, but being bad had been sexy as fuck. I was just disappointed that he hadn’t been able to finish what he started. That was okay, though. I was already thinking about how I’d finish it myself later once I got back to my room.
Apparently his name was Steel. At least that was what the biker who’d come bursting into the restroom called him. The name fit him, too, because he was as solid as steel.
Once I made it back into the lobby, I could see the bikers huddled together just inside the bar area, except for the one who had been in the bathroom with Katie. He came running out, trying to zip himself up as he moved to join the others.
Through the front window, I could see that a local police cruiser had pulled up in front of the hotel. Two officers got out of the car. I was surprised by how young the two of them looked. If it wouldn’t have been for the cop car, I would have been positive they were two high school kids dressed in a police uniform.
After exiting their cruiser, the two officers were checking out the motorcycles in the parking lot, the chrome glistening in the moonlight above. One by one, the inspected each bike with their flashlights before radioing in the plate number of each one, which I assumed was either to figure out of they were stolen or had any kind of alerts out.
They were outside with the motorcycles for close to a half-hour. I wondered if it was because they were actually doing police work for that long or if they were intimidated by the fact that there were bikers inside and were trying to wait as long as possible before they had to confront them.
Eventually, the two officers moved away from the bike and started to approach the door. They were moving slowly and looked way out of their element. I giggled to myself at the fact that these men who were supposed to protect the public looked as though they were going to piss themselves.
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