MANHANDLED: Sigma Saints MC

by Nicole Fox

  She finished her routine with one last pose, her ass on full display to the crowd as her audience cheered. I felt sorry for the other two girls with her, neither able to compete with her, as she drew the eyes of every man in the crowd. They seemed to know it too.

  As the girls exited the stage, I snapped out of my stupor and returned to monitoring the crowd. Rossi had said the last guy had been so useless that I could just stand there looking angry and do a better job. That wasn’t how I worked, though.

  I watched as a man walked in through the front doors, different from the rest of the crowd. He was in a suit, a fucking expensive one by the looks of it, and had two men trailing him. He was refined and distinguished. I wondered what a guy like that was doing in a place like this. He disappeared into Rossi’s office, and I was immediately on guard, reminding myself to keep an eye on him.

  My mind returned to the platinum blonde goddess from before. I’d been watching her from the moment I’d set foot in the place, and she never slowed down for a minute, even if she seemed like it. The men responded to her, too, way more than the other girls. I knew Rossi used her to his advantage, knowing she brought in business and kept it there. I could see him leering at her from time to time, and I knew she noticed too from the look of revulsion on her face every time he looked at her.

  At that moment, Rossi came out of his office with the businessman following close behind. After pointing him to one of the back rooms, Rossi headed on back stage. He returned a few minutes later with the blonde angel, who headed off in the same direction as the businessman. I supposed she was everyone’s type.

  “King,” Rossi said as he made his way past, running a hand through his thinning hair. “How’s it been?”

  “Fine. You all right?”

  “Yeah. Just– Just keep an eye out.” With those parting words, he marched off back to his office.

  A little while later, the business man left again, seemingly with nothing interesting having happened. No sooner had he left, that I heard a husky voice from beside me.

  “Hey, gorgeous.”

  I almost smiled at her tone. Yes, she would be like all the other girls tonight, but I wouldn’t give any sign that I’d actually say yes to her.

  Christy. The name fit her—simple, but strangely sexy. Or maybe that was just her.

  No, I wouldn’t do it. But, apparently, my actions were beyond my control when she pressed herself completely up against me, and I felt myself harden in less than an instant.

  Fuck, she was sexy.

  If it wasn’t for Rossi taking her away then and there, I wasn’t sure what I would have done. Probably dragged her off caveman-style to the nearest room and fucked her like an animal. She’d probably thrive off it, too—thrive off my hands coming down hard on her ass, my cock pressing so deep into her mouth, she’d be choking on it, or so deep in her ass that she’d be screaming for it.

  Shit, this really wasn’t work appropriate.

  No, I’d settle for keeping an eye on her for the rest of the night. That was what Rossi had asked for anyway.

  It was easy enough. One thing I’d learned was that Christy could definitely take care of herself. She slipped in and out of the crowd, granting smiles freely and flirting in a way that softened the blow when she left an instant later. Most guys either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, that she was giving them a complete brush off.

  Only one guy didn’t seem to get the message—a shabby and overeager kid, who didn’t even look old enough to be in the club. He was drunk too. What a combination.

  He’d saddled himself up behind her, arms locked around her waist.

  “Dance for me,” he said, or screamed, considering I could hear him from where I was.

  I watched steadily, seeing how Christy would handle it. The rule was no touching, according to the dancers, but Rossi had implied that things were a little more lenient, depending on the girl. I wouldn’t interrupt unless Christy needed me.

  “Sorry, babe. You know the rules—hands off.”

  I’d wandered a bit closer without being too conspicuous. I’d been warned not to make a scene if anything happened, unless it was completely unavoidable.

  “You know you want to, Christy. Come on, I know how you girls are.”

  The drunken man’s hands rubbed all over her, but Christy wasn’t panicking or struggling.

  I spotted Rossi a few feet away and called him over.

  “That kid’s feeling Christy up. You want me to step in?”

  “Christy? Jesus, now. She’ll probably cut you open for trying to help her. Besides, look at her. She doesn’t mind. He tips well, so she should be grateful, if anything. Don’t interfere.”

  Rossi walked off, but I wasn’t satisfied with his response. The fact that he was encouraging it left a sour taste in my mouth.

  There was no way any girl would want to put up with that pawing. He might have had a point though, as Christy really did seem to be okay.

  The kid spun Christy around in his arms, and that’s when I got a good look at her face. She was pissed and completely unable to get out of the hold he’d put her in.

  ‘She doesn’t mind’, my ass.

  Fuck Rossi. There was no way I was letting this punk do anything under my watch.

  “Is there a problem here?” I said as soon as I got close enough.

  The kid’s eyes flickered up to mine, and the goofy drunken look dropped from his face.

  “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he slurred.

  “Would you mind letting go of her, then? Club rules, you know?”

  The kid looked back and forth between Christy and me, seeming to weigh his options.

  “Nah, I don’t think I will. You can go now.”

  I almost laughed out loud at the kid’s confidence.

  “Christy?” I asked.

  “Please get him off me,” she said calmly, though a little mechanically.

  At her words, I grabbed the boy’s collar in both hands and pulled him away from Christy. He put up a feeble fight for a minute, struggling against my grip, but realized only a few seconds later that I had no intention of letting go.

  At this point, I still hadn’t created much of a scene and planned on keeping it that way.

  “Now, are you going to let me escort you out like a man and avoid a scene, or are you going to act like a boy and start something?”

  I could almost read every thought going through his mind until he nodded stiffly, and I loosened my grip.

  Grabbing him by the upper arm instead, I escorted him out of the club, Christy following close behind.

  “Don’t come back here,” I said when we got outside. “I have a great memory for faces, and I won’t forget you.”

  “You can’t do that. This is a strip club! She’s a slut, what do you–”

  I took a step forward with a growl and raised my fist, taking no enjoyment from the way he immediately cowered beneath me. Damn it, if only he had kept talking, so I would have had reason enough to beat the shit out of him. Maybe then he’d learn a valuable lesson. Since he didn’t, I’d have to settle for his cowardice.

  “Okay, okay. I won’t come back, I swear.”

  “Good,” I bit out. “Leave.”

  He all but sprinted away from the building, leaving me and a very silent Christy behind.

  “Come on,” I said to her, leading her back inside and into one of the back rooms for some quiet.

  I met Rossi’s angry eyes on the walk in and nearly groaned, though not with regret. I’d do it again, if I had to.

  Chapter Three

  Christy

  King and I were seated in one of the back rooms on a leather couch. It was quiet. King seemed oddly angry and frustrated about what had happened, and I was oddly turned on.

  I knew it was a strange reaction to have, after being accosted by a man. I had grown so used to things like that happening in the club, though, that it no longer shocked me. However, having King come and help me out was really sexy. Even more so, i
t was sexy that he’d asked me before he did anything drastic. I may have been able to handle the situation on my own, albeit not as quickly or effectively, but having someone else at my back was the biggest turn on for me.

  The words ‘thank you’ were on the tip of my tongue, but I found myself unable to say them. Instead, I said, “So, how about that dance?”

  I felt King’s frustration intensify without even looking at him, just by the way the air seemed to thicken.

  “Seriously?” He sounded both bewildered and insulted.

  “Seriously,” I confirmed.

  I turned to him and placed a hand on his chest, sliding it down until I reached his firm abdomen.

  “We both want this.” King didn’t move as my hand slid lower, finally resting lightly on his crotch.

  All of a sudden, he stood up, and I did too. King took several strides forward, forcing me to retreat, until his massive body was pressing me right up against the wall behind me.

  “How can you pretend that you don’t care about what just happened?” he growled.

  “Because I don’t,” I said truthfully.

  All I could concentrate on now was King’s anger and how satisfying it would be for him to release it by using me.

  Deciding to turn the situation around, I pushed myself off the wall and moved further into him.

  “You want me, don’t you?” I asked him, as I pushed forward further.

  He took a small step back, and I counted it as a victory.

  “I can feel that you do.” I rocked my hips forward slightly and felt the swell of his cock, even though both our clothes.

  My hands reached for the hem of his shirt, and I trailed my fingers over the bare skin of his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans.

  King took a bigger step back at my touch. It didn’t matter, though. I knew I was getting to him.

  I reached up to untie the halter neck of my dress and let go of the ribbon, so that the top of the dress fell down. It had an elastic waist that stayed in place but my breasts were now on full display, rose pink nipples standing erect in the cool air.

  Pinching one of my nipples between two fingers, I advanced on him further.

  “Don’t you want to be doing this? Because you could be. Anytime you like.”

  His eyes were glued on my movements, and I knew I had him. I was slightly disappointed, for reasons that I couldn’t really pinpoint, but ignored that. He was a man after all, and they were pretty much all the same.

  I continued teasing him, watching as his patience unraveled right before my eyes. He still looked angry though, and I wondered how I could change that.

  “You must think I’m so easily manipulated. I’m not, but I am enjoying the show.” His eyes flickered up to mine, and a smirk was replaced his frown. “If we’re going to fuck,” he emphasized the word as if he thought I would contradict it. “Then it’s going to be on my terms. Deal?”

  I could feel myself dampen at his words. This wasn’t disappointing at all.

  “Deal,” I said.

  As soon as the word left my mouth, he lunged at me, ripping the remainder of my flimsy dress off in one quick move, so that I was naked but for a tiny thong.

  King crushed his lips firmly to mine, bruising them with his force. His arms pulled me tightly against him, as my fingers clawed at his head. Making up the ground he’d lost before, King pinned me up against the wall again, this time holding both my wrists above my head as he continued kissing me.

  “Do you still think you can handle me?” He grunted into my ear.

  “Yes,” I said stubbornly. “Give me more.”

  “No, not just yet.”

  King pulled us away from the wall, but pushed me down by the shoulders so that I knelt in front of him.

  “Open,” he demanded, and I did.

  In a second, he’d unleashed his monster cock from his jeans and stuffed the full length into my awaiting mouth, making me gag.

  “That’s right, baby, choke on my cock.”

  His hands went to my hair, forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth. I was so turned on that one of my fingers had trailed inside my thong and to my clit, so that I could relieve some of the pressure.

  King noticed and was less than happy. He pulled my mouth from his cock immediately, saliva dripping down my chin as he looked down at me.

  “Get those fingers out of there. That’s mine.”

  He kneeled down in front of me, and, at first, I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he lay me down on the floor and straddled my chest.

  “Hands up here.” My arms were roughly stretched out on the floor above my head, hands clasped together. “Don’t move them, or I’ll punish you.”

  I didn’t dare see if he was serious. I had no doubt he was.

  “I think this position’s a little better, don’t you?” King pressed his cock into my mouth again, thrusting in and out aggressively. “You like that, don’t you?”

  I moaned loudly as he kept thrusting into my mouth. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I felt near climax.

  “That kid called you a slut before. He was right. But you're not just any slut—you’re my slut.” He punctuated his words with another thrust that had the head of his cock, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

  Finally pulling back, he slid down my body and ripped my thong off.

  “So wet, baby. You’re such a filthy slut, aren’t you? Turned on by sucking my fat cock.”

  I went to open my mouth, but he pressed a hand into it.

  “Not yet,” he commanded. “How many fingers do you think you can take?”

  King slid one finger in easily, then two.

  “Another one?”

  I moaned in response from under his palm, and a third finger filled me. He was stretching me wide, but I was loving the burning sensation. Still, something was missing, and I knew exactly what that was.

  Shaking my head from side to side, I flung his hand off my mouth. “I want your cock. Please.” I was panting from desire, but King seemed completely unaffected.

  “You want my cock?” He pressed his hips into mine, so his hard length was pressing up against my heat, my slickness coating him entirely. “I need a condom.”

  “I’m clean and on the pill. Please hurry.”

  King made a little sound of approval, but didn’t comply with my demand. “Are you my slut, Christy?”

  “I am. Please, get inside me,” I begged.

  “Say that you’re my slut, Christy. Tell me.”

  “I’m your slut, King,” I moaned.

  In one smooth thrust, King entered me, filling me up so completely that I climaxed right away.

  My legs were pushed up and placed over his shoulders, as King pinned me to the ground with his cock still inside me.

  “Say it, baby, and I’ll move again.”

  “I’m your slut,” I said.

  King made a sound of dissatisfaction. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

  I wanted more of him, even though I’d just had an orgasm.

  “Please, King. Fuck your slut. Slam your cock into your dirty whore.”

  His control seemed to snap at that, and he finally complied, pounding into me with an animalistic intensity.

  I felt my eyes tear with the force of his thrusts, my entire body rocking backwards as he dominated me completely.

  My climax approached again, but he was relentless, forging ahead as he gave me climax after climax.

  When he finally came, it was with a powerful roar, seating himself completely inside me once more, as I lay spent and used on the floor under him.

  King had been completely rough and aggressive, but I’d loved every second of it.

  I’d never in my life had better sex. The last time I had told a boyfriend that I wanted to be dominated he’d been so uncertain, calling me a bitch one second and then asking, ‘sweetie, are you okay?’ the next. I almost didn’t quite mind at first, until I did.

  But with King
… King was brutal, hard, an animal. He had naturally catered to every need I had and some I didn’t know I had. I’d never climaxed as many times either. King could’ve had me do anything, and I would’ve agreed to it and loved every bit.