Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica)

by Jill Soffalot

  Sandra kissed Chica on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you."

  Chica told Isaac about Daphne and the brothel. Isaac stepped into the middle of the room and raised his voice.

  "Anybody want to go on a dangerous mission into Mexico. There'll be guns and bad guys and lots of noise. You might not come back. We'd be rescuing two innocent girls from the hands of evil slavers."

  As expected, everybody, including Chica raised his or her hand. Isaac continued, "The target is a brothel in Saltillo. We need to arm up and go down there. Hopefully, we can bring them back."

  The members of the club opened the weapons locker and took what they needed.

  ***

  At seven in the evening, they pulled to the curb a block away from the Twisted Nut in Saltillo.

  Salazar Trintillo looked seedy. He wasn't. He'd spent twenty years with the LAPD doing undercover work. He walked into the brothel while the rest of the group waited outside. He was planning to go back outside as soon as he saw Daphne. He didn't get the chance.

  Isaac heard a gunshot. He drew his .45 1911A1. The rest of the group got out everything from a silenced .22 to a shortened ten gauge shotgun. They stampeded up the stairs and through the door.

  The place was a riot. Half naked girls ran in a panic all over the bottom floor. Another shot cut through the loud music. It came from the second floor.

  They found Sal backed up against a wall, Daphne behind him. Two bodies lay in that loose, uninterested position that only means one thing.

  A quick look around showed that the men who handled security for the brothel had found other things to do.

  Daphne looked like she'd already died. Her eyes were shrunken and listless. She'd lost weight. She wore a hooker's camisole and panty set that didn't fit her thin frame. They wrapped a blanket around her. She managed to say, "My sister. She's in a room downstairs."

  She led them to a cell in the basement. Someone left a crowbar lying around. Moose Jackson, formerly Staff Sergeant Herman Jackson, Fourth Infantry Division, wrenched the door open on the first try. Lauren was naked and groggy from the drugs. They wrapped her up in a blanket and carried her out.

  They took both of them to a hospital for treatment.

  The nurse shooed them out. Their parents were in the corridor, looking scared yet hopeful at the same time.

  Chapter Four: Inquisitive Jada

  Isaac Stone and the other members of the Five Pointed Star MC made enemies with that raid. Colt had to give back the money for Lauren, the re-stolen virgin and her sister, Daphne. Colt made preparations that included a strange little man who was always flicking a cigarette lighter, 200 gallons of gas, and a cell phone.

  That night, the strange man broke into the empty clubhouse and planted the gasoline and the igniter fashioned from the cell phone and a match.

  The next day, Colt had a conversation with the strange little man who wanted to know when his infernal machine was going to be used. Colt told him, "In a while. I'll set it off when that bastard Stone has his best day ever. I'm patient."

  ***

  Jada Calderon looked at her image in the mirror. She said, "I'm a virgin and I'm too ashamed of it to change it. Nobody's a virgin at 25. Except me."

  Jada had everything it took to shed her virginity. She had brunette hair with red highlights, an intelligent face, very good breasts, a tiny waist, and womanly hips. Until she was 19, she'd consciously kept her virginity, warning those boys who wanted her she needed a ring on her finger first.

  At 21, it began to occur to her that she couldn't find a boy who loved her enough to marry her. The shame of not feeling good enough kept her from getting close to anyone. She got a job with a local newspaper as a kind of crime reporter. "Kind of" because in Western Grit there was so little crime that most of the time she wrote recipes for chocolate desserts.

  The disappearance of Daphne and Lauren O'Connor was the first felony in over a year. Jada got what she could from Daphne's father who didn't say much. His daughter was still in the hospital, and he was reluctant to talk.

  Jada was on her way to interview the staff at the Elementary school where Daphne worked when she passed a building with eighteen motorcycles parked out front and a five-pointed star on a sign above the door. Stars on badges usually had five points. She thought she might get lucky and find some cops inside.

  She opened the clubhouse door and was impressed. The interior of the building was neat and clean. It looked like a roadside cafe with a bar. Nine men and one woman stood around, played pool, or sat at tables, playing cards. They wore leather vests with sewn-on emblems. Jada noticed a lot of the emblems were badges or military insignia. She went to the bar. A woman with a shirt and visible black bra stood behind the bar. Her shirt was tied underneath her impressive breasts which curved up above the bra and inside the open shirt. Her voice was friendly and not cheap. She said, "Hi, What can I do for you?"

  Jada said, "I have a question for a policeman. I saw the sign outside with the badge and wondered if there were any in here."

  The bartender said, "Just a minute. I'll get the president of the club. He's a cop." She excused herself and walked through a door into an office in the back. A man with broad shoulders and blonde hair came through the doors. He looked like a surfer who'd wandered inland. Six feet in height, he had good muscular development and big, sure hands. He held out one of those hands to Jada.

  "Hi, I'm Isaac Stone. I understand you're looking for help from a policeman?"

  Jada shook his hand, "Hi. I'm Jada Calderon. I'm a reporter with the Western Grit Gazette. I'm doing follow up on the kidnapping of the O'Connor sisters. I'd like a little help. Could you explain the general crime situation here in Western Grit for me?"

  "I'd love to." Isaac took her into his office and pointed to a table with chairs around it. "Let's sit over there. It's more comfortable." Jada sat down. Isaac asked, "Do you want anything to drink?"

  Jada answered, "Could I have something non-alcoholic?"

  Isaac stuck his head out the door. "Chica. Two orange juices, please."

  He sat down. "How about O.J.?"

  "Perfect."

  Chica brought in two glasses of orange juice and set them down on the table. She glared at Isaac and leaned over in his direction. The view down her blouse was just as spectacular as before. Isaac looked with appreciation. She said, "Anything else, boss?"

  Isaac shook his head. Chica swung her hips outlandishly as she left.

  Jada smiled, "That little episode seems fraught with meaning."

  Isaac sighed. "We're both decent people and good friends. We're frustrated because we want to get married, but we're not in love with each other."

  "Do the two of you have a history?"

  "We were partners with the Tempe Police Department for three years. Both of us were wounded in the same incident, left law enforcement, and started this business together."

  Jada was so frustrated with her own situation that she said the next words with emphasis and directly to Isaac.

  "Do you only like big-breasted women, or would someone my size be good enough?"

  That's how it happens. The undeniable spark between a man and a woman. They made eye contact. Her statement was bold and couldn't be ignored.

  He was just as bold. He said, with the same emphasis and frustration, "I don't know. Let me see what you look like."

  Jada wore jeans and a tee shirt. Everything fit nicely, but the tee shirt was a little loose. She stood up and pulled the tee shirt from the back, straightened and pulled her shoulders back, causing the tee shirt fit snugly over her breasts. She wasn't as enthusiastically full as Chica, but her breasts were more than a handful.

  Isaac looked at her intensely. Jada found that she liked his attention. She turned from side to side to give him a good look.

  He said, "You're beautiful." He looked a little longer.

  "Really beautiful. Thank you."

  She sat down again.

  Isaac said, "Before we get to your ques
tions, can I see you again?"

  Jada didn't often plunge into unknown situations, but she made an exception and answered flirtatiously, "You can see me anytime you like. The question is how much of me you would like to see?"

  They paused. It was an important pause. It established they their intentions.

  Jada leaned forward. "Before we stop talking about personal things, when do you get off work?"

  "Six."

  "Do you like Mexican food. Empanada's, enchilada's?"

  "Yes, I love it."

  "Good." She wrote her address on a card.

  "We'll eat at six-thirty. Call me if you're going to be late."

  He nodded then smiled at her like a man who found the Holy Grail, "I will."

  Jada took out her notebook.

  "Tell me about the crime situation in Western Grit."

  Isaac settled back in his chair.

  "There isn't any. There's lots of criminals, but they do their business outside city limits. Good for us, but awkward. The county talks to us, but we can't help them. We're too small to do undercover work. Everybody knows everybody else. It's bad, though. Thirty of the worst criminals in the state belong to the Desert Venom. They're well run on a personal level.

  Everyone in the club checks in with their parole officer on time every week. There's no drugs or hookers or anything illegal in their clubhouse. I know Colt has contacts with the man who runs a string of brothels in Saltillo. We rescued Daphne and Lauren O'Connor. I don't have any hope that we'll be able to tie either kidnapping to Colt. Both sisters were so high on heroin that their testimony won't be worth much." He sat for a moment thinking then suggested, "Why don't we talk to Colt? Maybe, we'll get something. Would you like to come along?"

  "Yes. Can I ride with you?"

  "No one else."

  They walked out. Isaac raised his voice. "Anyone want to come with me and pay a social call on the Desert Venom?"

  All of the people inside the building walked out. Chica locked up and got on her own motorcycle. Jada settled behind Isaac's broad back. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her cheek on his back. She could feel the muscles in his back flex as he moved the bike around.

  She stayed like that all the way to the clubhouse of the Desert Venom. When he parked and she got off, she grinned at Isaac who grinned back. All twelve of them, nine men and two women, walked inside the clubhouse in a group. Thirty-five pairs of eyes that didn't like cops watched them come through the door.

  Colt walked up to Chica and put his hand on her breast. He said, "Hi, Chica, baby. You going to come over to our side now?" He started lifting her breast and moving it around her chest.

  Nobody took the bait. Colt wanted to establish dominance by claiming one of their women as his. He expected them to fight back and be overwhelmed by his club's superior numbers or for Chica to be offended and react emotionally which would humiliate Isaac.

  She put her hand on his and pressed it harder against her generous chest. She looked him in the eye and said, "How's that cockette of yours, Colt. Did it ever get any bigger? Do you think a girl might be able to notice it's there yet?"

  She seized his middle finger and bent it back. Colt flared into anger. Chica grabbed his wrist and held it immobile. He yanked his arm to get it away from her. She held it for just a second longer then let go. He stepped back before he could recover his balance. She grinned at him

  He said, "What do you want?"

  Isaac said, "Colt, as your friend, I'm truly concerned. Has your cock gotten any bigger? We worry about you."

  He'd lost his sense of humor. "Get on with it. You're not here for a social call."

  Isaac stuck his finger in the air and made swirling motions. Everybody but Jada and Chica spread out through the club. One of the men opened the door to the little room where Daphne had been abused. Colt paid attention to him.

  Jada made her move. She tapped Colt on the chest to get his attention and held up a picture of Daphne.

  "Do you know her?"

  Colt said, "No. Never saw her before." His attention stayed on the door of Daphne's former room.

  Jada punched him in the chest. His head whipped around. Her voice, coming back to him, was hard, "Look at the picture."

  He looked, "Never saw her before."

  The man who'd gone into Daphne's room came out with a locket on a chain. He held it out to Isaac.

  Colt said, "Hey. That's mine. You can't have it."

  Isaac saw "Daphne" engraved on the locket, and dropped it in his pocket. "Now, it's mine."

  Colt's voice rose, "You can't take them. You can't use them in court. You don't have a search warrant."

  Isaac stated peacefully, "That would matter if all of us were cops. I'm the only one here who carries a badge." He waved his hand indicating his fellow bikers, "These civilians can take anything they want, any time they want. We'll have them testify in court about where they found them. That works."

  Colt didn't have anything to say. He glared at Isaac.

  Isaac and the rest of the club walked out and drove home.

  As he watched them leave, Colt turned to his Don, his second in command, "Let's move the timetable up for torching that bastard's clubhouse."

  Don said, "Why don't we do it on May eighth? He's supposed to get an award from the city for being a good cop on that day."

  "Be nice if we could trap him inside when we do it."

  "Yeah. It would be."

  Chapter Five: The Explosion

  Back at the clubhouse, Jada and Isaac went inside the office. They stood close together. She said, "I'll have everything ready at six-thirty. Call me if you're going to be late." She moved away, but Isaac caught her hand and brought her back to his arms. He kissed her thoroughly. She kissed back. They ended the kiss reluctantly.

  Jada stopped at the bar. She found Chica and asked, "Would you like to come to dinner this Sunday? I want you to meet my brother, Ox. Actually, his name is John, but everyone calls him Ox. You might like him."

  Chica nodded. "I'd really like that. I see you and Isaac making a connection."

  "I hope so."

  Chica was concerned, "How should I dress? What kind of woman does your brother like?"

  Jada smiled, "He's a little rough around the edges. He was in Afghanistan twice. He's not interested in ordinary women." Jada held her hand.

  "One thing to remember. He's known a lot of cheap women. If you hit it off, don't go to bed with him for a while. He has to know you're a respectable lady."

  Chica asked, "What does he look like?"

  Jada took a picture out of her wallet and held it out to Chica. She said, "Wow. He's gorgeous. Is he as good inside as he is outside?"

  "Yes. He's got a very good heart."

  "In that case, I may wait until we get married to jump his body."

  Jada smiled, "That might be a good idea. Dress to show yourself off and make it plain that he doesn't get the goodies without a firm commitment."

  The conversation ran down but Jada didn't leave. She had something she wanted to say but didn't want to say it. Finally, she said, "There's more. He's a little battered. He was wounded and part of him stayed in Afghanistan. Go easy on him."

  "I will. I'm a little battered myself."

  ***

  Dinner that night was easy and comfortable. Jada and Isaac talked about the day's events and the people in the clubs and their histories.

  When dinner was over, Jada led Isaac into her family room and had him sit on the couch. She laid down facing him. She wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him then nestled against him. She didn't purr, but she could have.

  He held her close for a long time then released her. She laid back in his arms and smiled at him with half-closed eyes. He kissed her again as he said, "I want to talk to you about something that has to do with us."

  She became alert and interested, "What is it?"

  Seriously and earnestly he continued, "We feel something here. It's something I've been wanting for
a long time. I hope it becomes solid and permanent. I'd like to take it slow. I don't want to mess it up. So, no sex yet."

  She nodded, "I agree. As long as I get enough time in your arms, we can postpone all that until later. It's a great idea."

  He held her again. She snuggled.

  An hour went by. They didn't talk or kiss, just shifted positions whenever one of them needed to. They didn't get bored.

  Isaac kissed her goodbye and started for the door. Jada caught him before he left. She looked him in the eye, "How long will we have to wait? I'm not going to lie, I want you to hold me all night long."

  "I don't know. We can hurry it along by being together more often. How about I stay tonight and sleep on the couch? Whenever you want to be held, you can come visit. No sex, though. Not until we have the test."

  She asked, "What test?"

  "It happens in every relationship. Two people get along great until something happens to put stress on their feelings for each other. If they get past it, they get married and stay together. If not, they look for someone else."

  She thought about that for a minute and said, "That sounds about right. Okay then, until the test. Go home and get whatever you need to bring over here."

  He was back in half an hour. They watched TV until it was time to go to bed. Jada brought blankets and a pillow. He went to bed on the couch, and she went to her bedroom.

  Half an hour later, she lifted the covers over Isaac and slipped inside. She wore a tee shirt and shorts and cuddled against him. He lay on the sofa on his back. She put her nose against his neck and her arm across his chest and one leg between his. They both became vitally aware of his hardening cock and her pussy rubbing against his leg. She moved her leg. At one in the morning, she kissed him goodnight and left.

  ***

  That Sunday, Jada's parents hosted a dinner for Jada and her new boyfriend, Isaac, and their son, John (Ox) and a nice girl named Chica.

  Jada's parent's, Peggy and Bob, were decent, loving, conventional people. They lived in a lovely house in a better part of town.