My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC #2)

by Sam Crescent

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  Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-770-9

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  MY KIND OF DIRTY

  Dirty Fuckers MC, 2

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  Drake looked around the clubhouse at the action going on. He loved watching women in different states of arousal. Well, he loved the club sluts who didn’t have a problem letting go. There was nothing worse than seeing a woman fighting pleasure, and he’d seen a lot of women do that. Cora and James had left the main part of the club to head to the more private back area. He imagined Caleb and Kitty Cat were already creating a Dom/sub scene.

  “What the fuck is wrong?” Leo asked.

  The seat on his other side was taken up by Paul.

  Both Leo and Paul were known for sharing women, and the last woman they shared, Stacey, hadn’t given them the time of day since she had her fun. It made for some awkward moments seeing as Stacey was also Cora’s best friend.

  Yeah, awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.

  “Nothing, why?”

  “You’re sitting here moping. Damn, you’ve not got another disease again, have you?” Paul asked, pulling away as if he did have a disease.

  It had been a long time since Drake got gonorrhea, and it wasn’t even his fault. He’d been on the road, and he’d believed some chick who he met in a bar. What-fucking-ever. He was done with women, and their cheating, lying ways. Actually, the club believed he had fucking herpes, but he didn’t. After trying to tell them he didn’t have herpes, they didn’t seem to listen, so he simply stopped trying to tell them the truth.

  Throughout his life he’d always ended up with women who either used him to get into the club, or gave him fucking sexually transmitted infections.

  “That was a long fucking time ago! And it wasn’t fucking herpes!” Drake said, downing his shot of brandy, and relishing the burn as it slid down his throat. He loved the Dirty Fuckers MC, but there were times he really wished they’d get over shit. There was no chance of him ever living shit down, ever. Regardless of whatever infection he had, it was still fucking wrong.

  They were his brothers, and they all liked to remind him how damn stupid he could be.

  “It’s fucking funny that you thought that whore was a virgin. You picked her up in a bar.” Leo was kind enough to remind him of the woman who gave him gonorrhea, not herpes as the club all thought.

  Before heading to Greater Falls, where they now lived, they’d stopped off at a cowboy bar to have a drink. He’d met a woman while he’d been there—Cindy, which probably wasn’t her name. She’d been dressed up like she had gotten out of church, and a whole lot of women had been there with her. They hit it off, and before the end of the night, he had her in his bed, spending the weekend together. Come Monday, he thought he had an old lady, but instead, Cindy turned out to be nothing but a whore who was having one last dirty weekend before she married her very proper husband. Cindy had also been fucking men all over, picking up whatever shit she could get her hands on.

  Needless to say, the first chance he got, he had a full workup done, to find that he had gonorrhea, but nothing else.

  “Where’s Stacey?” he asked, watching them both lose that fucking smile.

  “Not cool!” Paul said.

  “What? You can talk about the bitches from my past but I can’t talk about the bitch from your present?”

  After a couple months of fucking, Stacey had stopped going to the club, and was instead dating some teacher, or something like that.

  Paul and Leo had left her alone. She was clearly not the one for the two of them. Even though they were not related by blood, Leo and Paul acted like real ass brothers. They also wanted a woman to share between themselves. So far, no one would stick around to be with them.

  “We saw her with that prick, Bill at the diner.” Leo slammed his hand on the counter, and Jerry who was serving, handed him a bottle of beer. “Fucking bitch is even eating on our fucking turf.”

  “She didn’t want us, Leo. We went in with our eyes open.” This came from Paul.

  “You can’t tell me that you didn’t think she was the one?” Leo asked.

  Drake sat nursing his shot of brandy, which Jerry had kindly filled up for him.

  “Yeah, in the beginning, I did. She could keep up with us, and accepted us as a threesome, but didn’t you notice she pretty much ignored us unless she wanted to get off? I’m more than happy to have a bitch suck my dick, and give me all access to her holes, but I’m not going to go fighting a woman for commitment.”

  “You know what? You two ladies have a lot to work out. I’m going to head into the back, and watch the shows that are about to start. I saw Richard arrive a few minutes ago, and you know how he likes to work the girls over.”

  Taking his drink, Drake headed toward the back of the clubhouse, entering a secured room, making sure it was closed behind him.

  Cora and James were cuddled up in one of the booths, watching the two shows being played out. Caleb had Kitty Cat and was spanking her ass for some imagined wrongdoing. Richard was working a new club whore, Sophie. Richard was balls deep inside of Sophie as he wrapped her hair around his wrist and started to fuck her.

  Taking a seat in the booth with James and Cora, Drake saw several of the brothers were watching the show as well.

  “What’s up?”

  “I’m tired of listening to Leo and Paul bitching and moaning about shit.” He shrugged.

  “They’ve still got a thing for Stacey,” Cora said with a sigh. “I did warn her.”

  “It’s not your problem,” James said, stroking his woman’s arm.

  “What if they blame me?”

  “Stacey, Leo, and Paul are all adults. If they didn’t want to commit to shit, then that’s between them. You didn’t make them stick their dicks inside her, and you didn’t make her take them. It’s between them, keep it there.”

  Drake sipped at his brandy this time, wondering why he was feeling … empty. He didn’t get it. The club was full of new pussy, even from the town they were currently living, Greater Falls, but he wasn’t interested.

  “Where’s Teri?” he asked.

  Teri Davies was their cook, and had taken the diner that they had bought, turning it into one of the places to stop and eat at. The food was out of this world, and had even made some headlines. Teri was also a friend to the club, and occasionally fucked them. Drake had taken a few turns with her, but it hadn’t rocked his world.

  Glancing over at Cora and James, he was a little envious of the couple. They had found each other when neither of them had actually gone looking. He wasn’t some kind of pussy looking for love, but at thirty-nine years old, he was hoping to settle down, maybe even have a couple of kids.

  “She’s not coming tonight. She’s interviewing some woman tomorrow morning who applied for a position as a waitress. Teri wants to be there early enough to see her in action,” James said.

  “Damn, Teri even said she’s making her breakfast casserole tomorrow. I’ve got to be there for t
hat,” Cora said, licking her lips. The woman oozed sex. Even Drake was getting hard, and Cora wasn’t his type, not really. She was too feisty, and he liked his women on the gentler side.

  “Woman, you’re making me hard licking your lips like that.”

  Cora giggled, running her tongue across her lip slowly. “You thinking about your cock here, baby?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  James tugged Cora so that she was straddling his lap, and Drake sighed. He watched as James removed Cora’s dress, letting her tits pop out, and lifting it up.

  Well, if he was going to get a chance to enjoy the show, he was going to make the most of it. Releasing his cock from the tight confines of his jeans, he started to work from the root down to the base, then back up. He took slow strokes, wanting it to last. The tip was already leaking pre-cum, and he smeared the natural lube into the skin of his cock. Fuck, he wanted a woman to take him into her mouth and suck him down.

  His hand was not going to be as good as a woman’s tight cunt or mouth, but he’d make do with his hand. At this moment in his life, there was nothing for him to do but take care of business himself.

  ****

  Grace Stewart stared at her reflection in the full length mirror inside the diner’s staffroom. Teri had gotten her a uniform that was a perfect fit. The black skirt went down to her knee, and the pumps were comfortable enough that she’d be able to be on her feet all day without being in pain. The crisp, white buttoned shirt was without a single crease, and Teri demanded that she keep it that way every day. She also had a half pinafore at the front, and she had been given a clean pad, plus a pencil for orders. There was also a code for everything on the menu, which changed every single week, depending on Teri’s mood, as she was the cook.

  There was a knock on the door, and a second later Teri entered.

  “Hey, honey, I thought I’d check on you. The doors are open, the food is cooking, and the customers will start to arrive.”

  Grace looked down at the uniform, and sighed. “Do I look okay?”

  “You look beautiful, and nervous. You need to tie your hair back.”

  She touched her long brown hair and winced. “Shoot, I’m so sorry, I forgot.”

  “Calm down, Grace. Damn, some bastard did a number on you.”

  Grace’s cheeks heated at the reminder of what she’d become in the last eight years since leaving Greater Falls for college, and then for a job. She’d told Teri one of the reasons she had come back home. Teri was one of those people she could easily talk to.

  “You don’t need to keep apologizing. It’s your hair, and I’m not going to suddenly bitch at you about it. I’ve got a spare band. Here, let me.” Teri moved behind her, and pulled her hair back into a bun. “You look like a little sex kitten.”

  “Oh, erm, I don’t think—”

  “Relax, I’m trying to give you some confidence, honey. You do know that the Dirty Fuckers MC come here to eat, right? They own this diner.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m wanted to make sure that you know it. They wouldn’t hurt you, and they won’t make you uncomfortable. Obviously some of them will try to get in your pants, but if you tell them no, then no they will listen to.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Stop saying thank you. I’ve not officially given you the job yet. I just hope you know what you’re doing.” Teri moved toward the door. “Come on, you may as well get stuck in when you can.”

  Leaving the staffroom, Grace took a deep breath, and entered the main part of the diner. It was a large, family diner, and she’d been surprised to learn a biker club owned it. She always imagined that an MC would have some kind of sex club, or women walking around naked. Too much television in the last couple of weeks hadn’t even begun to prepare her for the diner. Teri had warned her that all clubs were different, and this was the way Dirty Fuckers MC rolled.

  “Right, you start by filling the pots along the counter, and checking the tables. When people come in, serve them. Chloe’s not coming in until after nine, and she’ll help you. She’s a club girl, so she won’t give you any shit. I made sure you were working with some of the nice girls.”

  “There’s not nice girls?” Grace asked.

  “Put it this way, some club whores think they have a shot with these men. They need to realize that these men are only after their pussy, nothing else.” Teri shrugged. “I guess there would be no drama if they didn’t think they were special. I’ve got to head back into the kitchen. Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Oh, there will also be Daniel. He’s not long out of high school, and he’s wanting to prospect for the club. He’ll be waiting with you, but he’s a sweetie pie.” Teri gave her another beaming smile before walking off.

  Okay, filling up the pots of sugar, salt, and ketchup. Teri had already told her where to find the supplies. Grace went into the supply cupboard, getting what she needed and starting to fill the empty containers.

  The repetitive action helped to soothe her frayed nerves.

  I can do this.

  It’s simple.

  A simple job that doesn’t need any kind of instruction or support.

  Opening each tub, she filled first the salt, paying careful attention so that she didn’t accidentally fill the wrong one.

  “Do you really think anyone is going to believe a fat bitch like you? You should be happy that I even want your cellulite riddled ass.”

  Dwayne’s words even though they were in the past still played through her mind threatening to swallow her whole. She was overweight, and had been when she first met Dwayne in college. At the time she’d been studying business, and instead of finishing her degree, she quit to help him. She’d become one of those women who she screamed at the television to open her eyes to the monster.

  In the beginning he’d start by calling her fat, or lard ass, or something more that hurt, but she ignored it. He was her boyfriend, and he said he loved her. It hadn’t been long until the name calling had turned to violence. She met Dwayne when she was twenty, and it took her five years until she finally left his cheating, abusive ass. She’d not sneaked away either. Even though she had been petrified, she had packed her bags, to which he laughed, saying she’d be back. Six months later she was back home, and she wondered if he was still laughing.

  The sound of the doorbell going had her turning around to find several customers entering. They gave her a smile, and she finished the pot of salt. Wiping her hands, she grabbed the notepad and pencil, walking toward the table. She took the order, promising to be back with coffee.

  I can do this.

  She placed the order on the roundtable, telling Teri she had an order.

  “That wasn’t too bad, right?” Teri asked, taking the slip of paper.

  “One customer I can handle. Well, two customers.” She moved toward the coffeepot. Once the customers had their coffee filled, she moved away to finish her jobs. It wasn’t long before the bell started to go off over and over again.

  With each new customer, she took a deep breath, and did the job. She was not shy of hard work.

  A couple of the customers recognized her, and tried to catch up. Grace was happy to have the excuse of dealing with customers so she didn’t have to answer them. Teri kept up with the orders, and she was surprised how smoothly everything ran.

  When the bell went again, and she spotted leather clad men, Grace stopped. Looking outside the window she saw several bikes parked there.

  Running her hands down her apron, she tried to mentally prepare herself for dealing with the deadly looking bikers. She had imagined them looking greasy and giving out lewd looks to women. The name, Dirty Fuckers, it didn’t do them justice, not at all.

  They were far from dirty, and as for fuckers, well, she guessed they screwed a lot.

  Teri came out of the kitchen and walked over to her.

  “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the owners of the diner.” She took Grace’s hand, practically draggin
g her over to them before she could say anything. “Hey, guys, I’d like you to meet Grace Stewart. She’s my newest waitress.”

  Grace held her hand up. What was she supposed to say?

  “That’s James and Cora. He’s the Prez. There is Pixie, Leo, Paul, Jerry, Drake, Caleb, and oh, Chloe is just pulling up with Kitty Cat. Not all of the guys are here, but I imagine they’ll show up at some point. Don’t let them scare you.”

  Teri then moved away as if she hadn’t just handed her over to a bunch of wolves.

  Holding onto her notepad for dear life, she tried her best to smile at the men. “What can I get you?”

  “I know you,” Cora said, pointing at her. “You used to live here, right?”

  “Yep.”

  “What happened to your parents?” Cora asked.

  Her cheeks heating, Grace held the notebook close to her. “They, erm, they died in a plane crash.” It was one of the reasons she’d left town to go to college out of state. She hated the pitying looks, and everyone knowing her business.

  “That’s right, Stewart, I recognized the name, and of course, you haven’t changed much.”

  Grace smiled. She recognized Cora as well, but she hadn’t known much about her. “What do you do now?” Grace asked as it seemed the polite thing to do.

  “I’m a secretary at the high school now. Stacey, I think she taught you history?”

  “Yes, she did.” She remembered. Cora had visited her history teacher.

  “It’s nice to see you again. Can I get you anything?” That’s it, Grace, remember to serve.

  “The breakfast casserole for me.”

  Scribbling down Cora’s food, she then dealt with the rest of the table’s orders before heading toward Teri, who was already waiting.

  “Hello, girlfriend, I heard you’re the new starter. I’m Chloe.”

  Grace smiled at the redhead, wishing she could be as open and friendly with the woman.