MC ROMANCE: Wanted by the Alpha Biker (Motorcycle Club Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (MC Romantic Suspense Contemporary New Adult Short Stories)

by Alix Labelle

  Panting heavily, I lamented when she moved her surprisingly talented tongue away from my asshole, but only for the moment before she moved to give me a long lick along my pussy lips. They were swollen with desire, and expressing themselves outwardly, much more as Susie’s lips were all the time. My own little butterfly trembled as she ran her tongue, swerving, along the length of my sex. She stopped at the apex each time to lap at my clit for just long enough that I was on the verge of coming into her mouth.

  I slipped a finger into her vagina, now eager and wet, and she did the same with mine. She would halt her own fingering every time I kneaded her g-spot, making a “come hither” motion with one, then two fingers. It was as though I was inviting her orgasm to play with us.

  It must have only been minutes of intense pussy play, but it felt like days. Our breathing slowed, then matched, and it felt as though we were unified in the climb to our simultaneous climax. We both only managed to utter “I’m . . . huh . . . cuu . . . huh . . .mmmm. . .” before we broke out in panting yelps. Our legs and hips shuddered, pleasure running like an electric current from our toes to our scalps.

  We lay tangled, kissing one another’s pubic hair, and breathed. Sweat made us glisten in the light of my bedside lamp. “So yeah . . .” I finally managed to say between breaths, “you’re going to love the Rabbit.”

  Chapter 3

  It may have been sex-drunkenness, but somehow, I managed to convince Susie to give stripping a whirl the next night. My club had Amateur Night on Wednesdays, and under the condition that she could conceal her identity with a mask and a fake name—Miss Tai—she decided she would give her a try. I suppose I opened some Pandora’s Box by opening Susie’s. Something seemed to unlock inside her, and she was suddenly standing taller and looking people in the eye. It had only been a day, but I was hoping the confidence boost would last. She certainly gave the impression of an “empowered” woman.

  That Wednesday was going to be special for our club because an A-List rapper named BoneZone was going to be in attendance with his entourage. My manager decided it would be good to have his best girls perform along with the amateurs. I would be dancing too, providing moral support to Miss Tai as she busted a move for the first time.

  Fortunately, my boss kept the special guest a relative secret from the general public, per BoneZone’s request. The club was busy, but not nearly as crowded as I had expected. If there had been many more people, Suze may have chickened out. As it was, as soon as she put on her mask, she became a different person. She took her alter ego seriously. As though she’d been waiting for someone to give her permission to be a sexual being, her desire to be naked and arouse an audience couldn’t be contained.

  I performed first. In commemoration of my tryst with Susie, I danced to Khia’s “My Neck, My Back.” Susie looked on from right behind the curtain, smiling and laughing as I bounced my ass and titties for the pleasure of the front row. The rap crew was in the back corner, in our seldom used VIP section, but I had no idea which one was the star. I didn’t pay him much mind anyway. I just did my thing as usual, though showing Miss Tai how it was done gave me incentive to make things a little extra raunchy. I sucked on my nipples and put my pussy just out of reach of some poor soul in front row. I dropped the full weight of my ass on another one’s lap. They certainly seemed to enjoy it, and I left with more cash than usual. There must be something to increasing the slut factor.

  Susie chose “Smack My Bitch Up” by The Prodigy, and before I could say, “Good luck,” she was on the stage. She wore black cat ears and a matching mask that covered the space around her eyes. She wasn’t acrobatic, but she was enthusiastic, and that’s sometimes better. The crowd howled as she pulled off her black lace corset, revealing her perky boobs. She pinched her excited nipples with a look of fake shyness—the Asian women are so good at that one. Turning around to carry on the modesty act, she shook her little ass and the black cat tail she wore around her waist. Holding the tail in one hand, she pulled open her cheeks with the other, looking over her shoulder bashfully. The men and women of the audience ate it up as she hooked her thumbs around her g-string and pulled it off one high-heel at a time. She bent over enough to give the crowd a perfect shot of her recently virginal, tufted pussy.

  When Susie’s set was over, and once the crowd’s hoots and hollers died down, she came back through the curtain, smiling radiantly. “That was awesome!” she said. “I want to go back out.”

  “You were so great! And I had a feeling you’d like it. Chill backstage for a bit, or go out front to watch the other girls. I got called for a private dance, so I’ll be back in a bit.”

  During Suze’s dance, my manager came back to tell me discreetly that BoneZone loved my show and that he wanted to meet me in a private room. “This could be big for you, Kara,” he had said. “This could be big for all of us. Do your stuff, young lady!” Louis, my boss, was a sweet older guy who broke the stereotype of the slimy strip-club owner. He was just a regular man, trying to make an honest buck and enjoy some T&A in the process.

  I normally enjoyed private dances because I got off on making guys really squirm. This time, though, I wasn’t especially enthusiastic. Something about all of the pomp around this rapper’s arrival—his traveling 10-men deep and wearing all that ice—left me annoyed. I wasn’t convinced I would be able to fake excitement with him.

  He was already sitting in the chair when I walked in the room, which was lit dimly in purple. There was a black doo-rag on his head, and he was wearing a black and silver letterman jacket. “Pussy Poppin” by Ludacris came in through the speakers. That song was usually my jam, but I made it a point to show this guy I wasn’t impressed by his fame.

  “How are you doin', sweetie?” His voice was a gravelly baritone. I resisted loving the sound of it as I undid my top and placed breasts at his eye-level.

  “It’s a good night. How about you?” I usually laid the pet-names on pretty thick with customers—an old sales trick—but the fact that he’d started by using one with me changed that. My big ass was on his lap.

  “Better now. What’s your name, darlin'?”

  “You can call me Caramel.”

  “A dark-skinned sister like you? Naw. What’s your real name?”

  “You don’t have to worry about that, BoneZone.”

  “Fair enough. You should call me Brian though. What got you into stripping, if you don’t mind my asking?”

  I did. I always minded when they asked that question. He tried to break the no touching rule, but I pushed his hands down to his sides and gave him a look that froze most men who tried that much. He just caught my gaze and smiled. He was very handsome, more so than his album covers and magazine covers showed. I wasn’t ready to admit to myself that I was attracted to him.

  “I’m paying for school.”

  “Right,” he said. “Now what’s the real reason?”

  “Seriously. I’m going to school. This is how I pay for it. Not everyone spends their money on cars and jewelry.” I was probably being injudicious with my candid remarks, but my attraction to him combined with my distaste for what he stood for were a nasty combination.

  “Easy, girl. That’s great. I’m glad to see a sister in college. And for what it’s worth, the label provides that stuff to me. It’s an image thing. When I started, I couldn’t afford it because of student loans. I could now, but I’d rather invest.”

  My hands stopped mid-panty drop to give him an incredulous look. He locked eyes instead of looking at my pussy.

  “What? A rapper can’t be educated?”

  “You really went to college?”

  “For seven years. I have an MBA. Music is my first love, but you gotta have a back-up plan, right?”

  “I guess . . .so.” I felt my defenses lowering, and try as I might, I couldn’t resist my interest in this man.

  “Listen, Caramel . . .”

  “It’s Kara.”

  “Good. Kara. I can tell you like what you do. And
you’re very good at it. I love your style. I’m also glad that you’re in school. I have a proposition for you.” The formal talk would have felt weird, but I realized that I had stopped dancing. I was instead just sitting, bare-assed, on his lap, looking him in the eyes. He seemed perfectly content with that arrangement.

  “Here’s my proposition: I want you to work for me. That means dancing in my videos, in magazines, on album art if the design calls for girls. It also could mean servicing me and my boys from time to time. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

  I tried to cut him off. “I—”

  “This wouldn’t be prostitution. This would be a living arrangement with friends and colleagues. This would be you, making sure you’re financially set for life, and enjoying a little fame in the process.”

  I was speechless.

  He reached into his coat as I stood up and tugged my panties and bra back on. He pulled out an envelope. “I’m willing to pay your tuition. You want to see if I’m serious? Look in the envelope. That’s for one semester. Tomorrow, we have a video shoot at the address on the envelope. I want you there, and I’d like it if your friend, the Asian one, came too.”

  Still speechless.

  “I hope I see you tomorrow. If not, consider the money a gift.”

  Chapter 4

  Susie was even more excited than I was at the thought of being in a video. I may have created a monster, I thought to myself. Her only condition was that she could continue using a mask and her alias. I, on the other hand, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have BoneZone cover my tuition. Brian, as he’d asked me to call him, had made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

  Money had been a problem for me for as long as I could remember, and this was a relief of a major financial burden. I would have been conflicted about whether I should continue to strip because, in truth, I loved stripping and would find a way to do it whether or not I had school as a reliable justification. Fortunately, the nature of my working with Brian meant that I didn’t have to choose. I would be getting paid, getting exposure, and showing my body to an even larger audience. It was a dream.

  We followed GPS directions to the address on the envelope and were stopped at the gate of a large mansion, hidden deep in greenery. Rented or owned? I wondered.

  “Names?” inquired a large security guard in a gate-booth that was probably too small for him to inhabit comfortably.

  “I’m Kara. This is Susie.”

  “I have a Kara, but no Susie. She can wait at the gate.”

  “Wait!” Suze was excited, and slid her mask onto her face. “Check for Miss Tai.”

  We waited. “Yep,” he finally said. “I got a Miss Tai. Go on in ladies. Hang left at the curve. You’ll see the workers and the lighting equipment. There’s parking near the shoot.”

  It was all starting to feel real. I allowed myself to share in some of Susie’s giddiness.

  We arrived at the shoot, and it looked like we would be the only women in the video. We went through makeup and were outfitted with flattering bras and booty shorts that covered just enough cheek to qualify as underwear.

  “I’m glad you made it, college-girl,” came Brian’s voice from behind.

  “It would be rude to turn down such a generous offer. Also, I thought it over, and I think it’s a good career move.” I realized while I was speaking that I was explaining too much.

  “I just want to shake it!” Susie was incorrigible.

  “Good, good. You’re looking very sexy. Basically, we just want you to dance to the song the way you did at the club. I know you’ll both be great. Here are some drinks to loosen you up.” He handed us each a strong daiquiri. We'd each had a few drinks before we showed, so we were already pretty loose. Looser was probably better in this case though.

  The song was hot, a club banger, though I personally preferred the 90’s classics—Tribe, De La Soul, Fugees—but I could really bounce my ass to this one. What Brian hadn’t told us was that we would be stripping naked for part of the video. Inspired by videos like Nelly’s “Tip Drill” and the aforementioned “Pussy Poppin,” BoneZone hoped to capitalize on some controversy. Why not get up close and personal with some good looking naked women while he was at it?

  The naked scene involved the two of us sitting nude in a hot tub where BoneZone and two of his boys, Mac and Pablo, were also chilling, lip-syncing to various parts of the song. Suze and I spent the shoot making out and occasionally standing up to show off our tits, asses, and pussies to the grateful boys and what would certainly be a very appreciative viewing audience.

  It was easy for us to get into the shoot because we had so recently familiarized ourselves with each other’s body. We were mostly just supposed to rub on each other and give a couple spankings. More would distract from the rappers. Once BoneZone, who was directing, called it a wrap, however, we were free to play with one another. Brian went inside to get started on editing the shots, but Mac and Pablo stayed behind. They enjoyed watching our antics.

  It’s hard to say how much of what transpired was due to the alcohol, but I’m sure it greased the wheels. I was minutes into greedily eating a masked Susie’s pussy when I realized that both Mac and Pablo were touching their cocks conspicuously under the surface of the water and eyeing the two of us hungrily. It also took me until then to realize how attractive they both were. Mac was a big, linebacker-type brother who sometimes served as BoneZone’s bodyguard. Pablo was Puerto Rican by birth and had been Brian’s best friend since grade school.

  I reached my hand back without pulling my face out of Susie’s muff, attempting to wrap my fingers around Mac’s cock as he was pumping away. Initially, I thought it was his wrist. It was thick enough that I couldn’t even get a complete grip on it. He registered initial surprise but allowed me to take over his stroke-job for him. He was uncut, and I loved running my fingers underneath his foreskin, circling his enormous head and tickling the spot right underneath. It caused him to squirm and moan.

  Sucking gently on her clit, I grabbed Susie’s hand with my free one and guided it to Pablo’s eager erection. Remembering that she had never done anything with a man, I guided her hand up and down his shaft at first. Pablo’s cock was smaller than Mac’s. It had a beautiful curve to it, one that promised to hit very special spots in a girl.

  We pushed the boys up on the sides of the tub. Needing no instruction or encouragement, Susie went straight for sucking on Pablo’s boomerang. She pulled his round head into her mouth and rubbed her tongue on the underside. The girl was a natural and had Pablo humming in no time.

  I struggled to fit much of Mac in my mouth, so I settled for sucking on key spots. I pumped his cock with the fingers of both hands interlaced. He also responded to having his substantial balls licked and sucked while I worked his shaft like a piston.

  Pablo pulled Susie close to him and turned her around, bending her over slightly. I caught her eyes to check if she was cool with everything, and she flashed me a devious, gleeful smile. Her grin distorted in pleasure as soon as she pushed herself down on his Latin dick. Her eyes closed and she panted as she bounced up and down, splashing water out of the tub.

  Seeing that this is where things were going, Mac turned me around, as Pablo had with Susie. He ran his hands up and down my ass and thighs, massaging me, which was therapeutic. I was nervous about taking his monster into my pretty pink pussy. He was gentle and slow, knowing that my hole was not totally ready to deal with that kind of stretch. Our patience was rewarded. As soon as my pussy finally opened to accommodate him, we both just stood still, soaking in the pleasurable sensations of filling and being filled. Soon enough, we could match Susie and Pablo’s rhythm. Suze and I even managed to kiss and play with one another’s nipples as we rode our respective cocks.

  Seeing our girl-on-girl action got Mac and Pablo especially hot, and it was obvious that they were getting ready to bust. I pulled myself off of Mac and encouraged Susie to dismount as well. We stood in the middle of the hot tub, with the boys on
the rim. They jacked themselves off as we played with our tits and showed our eagerness.

  Mac was the first to nut. He roared as he climaxed and positioned himself to come on each of our faces. His jizz dripped out in long ropes, and he allowed it to fall into my mouth first before moving to Susie. She was waiting with her tongue out.

  We were barely done swallowing Mac’s load when Pablo moved in. He angled his curvature so that his head, glistening with cum, was pointing right at Suze’s mouth. He was a shooter, and his balls and ass tightened as he shot a cannon round of semen onto Susie’s smiling face. He blasted three or four times, alternating between Susie’s face and mine each time. When he was done squeezing out the last pearly drops, we each were plastered with his juices.

  While the guys caught their breath, my girl and I kissed the rest of the man-goo off each other’s face, careful not to miss a drop. We wouldn’t want any to get in the hot tub and make a mess, would we?

  Chapter 5

  Susie and I were laying out on the veranda in just our towels when Brian approached us.

  “I need to talk to you girls. Now.” He had bass in his voice, and despite myself, I was intimidated. The financial opportunity he was offering was something I didn’t want to ruin. Also, though my recent actions might have shown otherwise, I was finding myself more and more attracted to him. Years of telling myself I didn’t need a man and then Brian—one who has his shit together, one who is intelligent and ambitious, one who looks good—comes along and has me second-guessing.

  He must have seen us in the hot tub.

  Trailing behind me as I followed Brian into the house, Susie looked like a punished puppy. I worried that her sexual awakening may come to an abrupt close if someone were to rub her nose in it, as it were. Within 48 hours, she had gone from a virgin afraid of her own vulva to a video-hoe having group sex in a rapper’s hot tub. That kind of acceleration can’t be sustainable, I thought.