by M. L. Beeson
Destiny, another club whore pulls my attention away from the four-some that I had been pretty entertained watching by shoving her massive fake tits in my face. What can I say? I am a man and can appreciate a good set of tits; fake or not. Destiny is a brunette that is known for taking cocks in every hole at the same time. Her specialty is gang-bangs. I have only fucked her a couple times, when she first got here but after the brothers have all had a ride, I have found her unappealing. I will however let her suck me off if I am in a bind, she gives one hell of a blowjob.
“Hey handsome, what are you doing out here all alone? Why don’t you join in on the fun?” she coos as she unties her barely-there bikini top showing me her massive tits and rosy nipples.
Before I know it, I am shoving my face between her tits as she starts giggling and shaking them. This has got me going and I look up with a grin, I stand up so that I am towering over her, and press on her shoulders to lower her to her knees. She looks up at me under her long fake eyelashes with a look like she cannot wait to please me. Man, its fucking good to be the president. I am undoing my belt and shove my pants down to my ankles right there at the bar and whip out my thick cock right there in front of everyone; I couldn’t give a shit less if anyone sees. It wouldn’t be the first time and it won’t be the last.
Destiny licks her lips in anticipation. She grabs my hips to pull me towards her mouth but I stop her by grabbing two fistfuls of her long brown hair. She acknowledges my action and removes her hands from my hips. I bring my thick cock towards her mouth. She licks and twirls her tongue around the head getting me lubed up. She starts to bob back and forth sucking for all she is worth, while grabbing my shaft with both hands, using them to her advantage gripping and twisting both hands in opposite directions.
God, I knew there was a reason we keep her around, but I am not looking to spend all night with this bitch.
I surprise her by thrusting forward slamming my cock to the back of her throat. Not giving a damn, I continue this fast and forceful motion until I am painting the back of her throat with threads of my semen.
When I finally finish and my orgasm has started to subside, I pull Destiny to the side by her hair and pull up my boxer briefs and pants and fasten my belt. That was enough to hold me over but not to satisfy all my needs. Fuck. I need Ginger.
“Do you want to head back to your room and continue to have some fun, Blade?” Destiny asks with hooded eyes. This bitch must think I give a fuck about her needs and her wants.
“Fuck no Destiny. The closest you will ever get to me is to suck me dry. I don’t want your loose fucking pussy,” I laugh. I can see the water starting to pool in her eyes, she knows what I am about, and I’m not changing for a fucking club whore. Shit, I need to get out here before I blow her fucking brains out.
GINGER
When I arrive at Dirty Devil’s, it is pretty slow which comes as a relief. I am still wearing my jeans, form fitting tank and my chucks. I wouldn’t say I had time to prepare for my shift with what happened with Blade and the hours we lost. I can’t help but blush thinking back about how he spanked me and ate my pussy like he was starving and would never eat again. I love that I could still feel the tingle of his partially shaved head on my palms and the scratch of his beard between my thighs.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as a bunch of men come into the lounge for a bachelor party. The night is definitely getting started. They start out ordering beer which later turns to whiskey. They haven’t been a problem so far which has been nice.
I am digging this relaxed gentlemen’s club vibe, but my mind with quickly changing when I hear ‘fuck you’ over the music. I glance over in the direction of the bachelor party and see that the groom is a little too shit-faced for his own good and is trying to touch the dancers, giving the bouncers shit when they step in.
I ignore the banter and bickering coming from the groom and his guests as I start doing my rounds, grabbing their empties. As I go to walk back to the bar with my tray full of empty glasses, I am yanked back from behind by the groom as he demands another round. What the fuck is up today? Apparently, the universe is testing my patience and fucking with me.
Turning my body and making him lose his grip on my bicep, I force a polite tone, “I think you’ve had enough; I am cutting you off.” I attempt to walk back to the bar for the second time. This does not sit well with the groom and the bouncers have to step in again to stop him from grabbing at me again. Fuck, men are animals. I can’t stand how they throw tantrums that compare to toddlers when they don’t get their way; pathetic.
When I get back behind the bar and start unloading my tray into the sink, I catch Dolly eyeing me.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No honey, I think you handled yourself well back there. You stayed calm and relaxed and did your job,” she says giving me a small praise. “Is this the first time you’ve worked in a bar or strip club?”
“No, it is not.” I leave it at that, she doesn’t need to know everything about me or my past.
“Well darlin, you are doing pretty damn good. The last bartender was some bimbo who couldn’t count to five. I was ready to kill her so Dozer made her a dancer,” she gossips giving me a little smirk.
“Well I’m glad I’m doing well so far, I hope I fit in here ok. I really need the money.”
I continue to clean glasses and mix drinks for the clients that come up to the bar when I notice that Dozer is walking through the front door. Hmm. Their church meeting must be over. I wonder if Blade will be coming too. Who am I kidding? He is the president of a damn MC; he has better shit to do than to check up on some damsel in distress.
“You look like you’re thinking pretty hard there, sweetheart. Does it hurt?” Dozer asks giving me a quirky smile and wiggling his eyebrows in a humorous way.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. You must have taken me for a blonde,” I sarcastically reply to his funny insult. “I’ve just had a tough day today. I am ready for a shot of whiskey or five and my bed,” I give in and tell him.
“Yeah, Blade mentioned what happened at the gas station. I’m sorry you had to go through that shit. That fucker will get what he deserves.” Dozer tries for a soft tone in an attempt to comfort me.
“I’m over it. I am ready to finish my shift, call an Uber, and go home.”
“You’re not taking a fucking Uber. This side of town is sketchy. Blade is planning on picking you up at two after last call,” he says over his shoulder as he heads towards the office.
Getting that obnoxious butterfly feeling just thinking about seeing Blade again has me off balance. Some would say that feeling is anxiety, but I am excited to see that beast of a man again. He is what most women dream of. Oh my god Ginger, you are not some high school girl, stop it. Pathetic.
I mindlessly go through the actions of my tasks and job at hand, handing men beer and shots of strong alcohol, mixing up a tray or two full of fruity drinks for the dancers to take the edge off their nerves. Before I know it, it’s last call. Dolly is balancing the till and counting out her tips as I finish wiping off the bar and turn all the bar stools.
I finally count my tips, eight hundred and forty-six dollars. Not too shabby for it being my first day back behind a bar. The thoughts of how much I just made are halted when I look up to see Blade leaning against the front door talking with the bouncers. I take that as my queue and head for the door.
“Hi.”
“Hey sweetness, you ready?”
“More than you know. My pillow is calling my name,” I yawn, earning a chuckle from Blade. I get my schedule and we say our goodbyes to Dolly and head to his bike. I cannot wait to crawl into bed and sleep for the next fourteen hours, and that is exactly what I did.
CHAPTER FIVE
GINGER
It has been three weeks since I started at Dirty Devil’s and I have made close to a grand every night. After paying my bills which consist of my rent, electricity, and groceries. I finally have enough saved to purchase a
used vehicle. I almost jump for joy as I rush down the sidewalk to the used car lot to look for a new ride.
I won’t have to depend on Blade or anyone else to give me a ride to and from work. I want to be more independent but I almost frown at the thought of not seeing Blade as much. Not that anything else has happened between us. He has been really distant and seems like he has a lot on his mind. Must be club business.
“Well hello there, young lady.” An older gentleman greets me as a walk into the small double wide trailer that is considered the office of the car lot. I notice his name tag says Steve.
“Hello.”
“What can we do for you at Fairly Dependable?” Steve asks.
“I am looking for a car. I need something that will get me back and forth to work without breaking down every other day,” I reply confidently.
“I have just the thing!” Jumping to his feet, he takes off out the door, leaving me to follow.
The salesman walks me out to a 2011 Chevy Colorado. It is a small truck that is black in color with dark tinted windows. I never pictured myself driving a truck but it is beautiful. I love it!
“Can I look inside?”
“Why certainly sweetheart,” Steve hands me the keys so I can unlock it.
The first thing I notice is that it has black leather seats and that it’s in incredible shape. I don’t think this baby even has a scratch. I am in complete awe as I climb into the truck and sit in the driver’s seat.
“Now I know this is a pickup truck, but with the winters we can have here in Idaho, you need something you can get around in. It has four-wheel drive which will help you in the snow—”
I cut him off to ask how much it is.
“Right now, this pickup is priced at fourteen thousand-eight hundred.”
Hmm. I have eight thousand in my purse. Can I afford this? Will it be worth it? Steve must have seen the conflict in my eyes, because the next thing I know he is headed back towards the office. I get out of the truck and hit the lock button on the key fob as I race after Steve.
“Is something wrong?” I ask when I catch Steve in the office.
“No sweetheart, I saw your internal battle all over your face. I figured I would give you a minute alone to think.”
“I can find a way to buy it, it might just take me longer,” I solemnly say.
“Dear you don’t need to be walking or riding the bus, let me see if there is any wiggle room in the price,” he says. He must be a father because his fatherly figure is coming out.
“I have eight thousand right now. Can I put that down and make payments?”
I don’t miss the way Steve’s eyes bulge as if he didn’t expect me to have that much cash. Was he not expecting me to have cash? Is that unusual in this part of the region? Everyone in Vegas dealt in cash.
“Yes, I think we can manage to make that work. Here, I need you to fill all this out.” He hands me a bunch of paperwork for the financing. Shit I didn’t think this through. I have been pretty good about not listing my social security number on anything because people from my past are trying to locate me.
Hesitantly, I ask, “is there any way we can do this without financing? I can give you the eight thousand how and can pay a thousand dollars a week until it is paid off.” He must have sensed the embarrassment I felt.
“Can you have anyone vouch for you? Or anything you can use as collateral?”
“Yes, I will call my boss,” I scroll through my prepaid phone to find Blade’s number.
I hit send and pray that he answers.
He sounds tired and seems to get increasingly annoyed when I explain the situation. He demands to talk to Steve. I hand the phone to him and try the best I can to eavesdrop but it isn’t working. When Steve was done with the phone, he simply ends the call not giving me the option to talk to Blade again. Oh god this was a mistake.
“Trey is headed on down here sweetheart, you just hang tight. Would you like something to drink?” I shake my head from side to side slowly informing him I wasn’t thirsty. Now we wait. Fuck! Wait, Blade’s name is Trey? I guess it kind of fits I think to myself trying to kill time as the seconds slowly tick by. This is so nerve wracking. Maybe I overstepped by asking Blade. I can’t help but groan and let my head fall into my hands as I hunch over trying to catch my breath. Anxiety can be a real bitch in a time like this.
BLADE
I get a call from Ginger about wanting to purchase her own vehicle and it hits me like a gut punch. I won’t be able to shuffle her to and from work. Even though I have done my best to avoid her and my craving for her. I have been fucking any woman with a nice set of legs trying to get her out of my head for the past three weeks and nothing has been working. Dammit. She shouldn’t be alone that late at night on this side of town, so it is rubbing me the wrong way about her wanting her own vehicle. On the logical side, she is an adult and deserves it, she has been one hell of a worker. I am getting more pissed off at my internal battle the closer I get to Fairly Dependable.
When I walk in, I see Steve and Ginger sitting at his desk chatting away. I clear my throat to gain their attention. I don’t miss how Ginger’s eyes widen and how flushed she gets when she sees me.
“Trey, you made it!” Steve joyfully claps his hands together and stands to shake my hand.
Steve was my football coach growing up. He has been one of the very few people who gave me the time of day back then and I have always appreciated it. If it wasn’t for him, I would have been in jail a lot sooner and a lot more often than I have been. I am no saint, but I do give credit where it needs to be given and Steve deserves it all. He kept me straight and narrow a lot longer than anyone else would’ve.
“Steve, how are you doing? It’s been awhile,” I greet him. He is smart enough to catch onto my tone and know that I am not in the mood to bullshit. We will save that for another time.
“Well Ginger here came to me and I showed her that black Colorado and she fell in love to say the least.” He shakes his head while giving a little chuckle.
“Total it up, and send the bill to Rage. I’ll have him take care of it.”
“Good deal. I’ll write it up.” Steve hands me the keys to the pickup.
I turn to Ginger who looks like she is stunned and unable to process a damn thing. I step closer to her and she stands, coming just below my chin. I look down at her and put my hand out to offer her the keys.
“What? No!” she spits out in disbelief.
“What? You wanted it. You need a vehicle. Now you have one.” I make sure she hears the irritation of my words. “Take the damn keys, sugar.”
I practically shove the keys into her hand.
“I don’t know what to say Blade. I have eight thousand dollars cash in my purse. Please take it?”
Getting angrier the more she demands me to take her money, I stride out and hop on my bike, and strike it to life with intentions of heading back to the clubhouse, leaving her with her new pickup without saying another word. I don’t have time to deal with bullshit and I don’t need to say anything to scare the pretty little thing away.
Walking into the clubhouse, I head straight for my office. I need to figure this shit out with the Aryans. The cartel is hounding my ass for their guns. We buy AK-47’s, AR-15’s, and 9mm pistols for a decent price from the Aryans up north in Canada and we inflate the price and ship them down to the Diablos cartel down in Mexico. We run the guns down through our Vegas chapter and they continue south to make the handoff with the Mexicans. We make a pretty damn good profit. Both chapters and the members thrive off these business dealings. Business is always booming, that is as long as they Aryan’s don’t find out that we are reselling to another nationality.
As I get to my chair, I reach into my pocket and dig out my cell and try to ring Bates one more time. Straight to voicemail, again. Fuck. I pay this asshat way too much money to ignore my phone calls and have my shit locked up with customs. I need it and I need it now. Last thing I need is an unrest with the MC a
nd with our clients.
When we go on a run to get the weapons from the Aryans, we cross the border in Idaho because we have one of the most relaxed guns control laws in the country, and we just happen to have a front. We own a small sporting goods store that is always needing more firearms. They sell like hot-cakes during hunting season.
The club has a few legitimate businesses that we use to clean and launder our money from the sales of guns to the cartel. Dirty Devil’s, Morrison Sporting Goods, and Savage Automotive. Most of my guys work at these businesses during the day and go on runs once a month to handle our less than legal activities. I like to think my men are happy being able to work a day job, party at night, and get a week of freedom during runs, all while receiving a generous compensation.
“Leo!” I bark into the mouthpiece of my phone. “Where the fuck are we with finding shit out about Bates?”
“Boss, I have hacked into his phone records and nothing. No outgoing calls and he has not been to work in two weeks. I checked the log of his security system in his house and there has been no activity, no arming or disarming the alarm.”
“Fuck! We better get a couple of guys to head up there and check things out in person. Be ready to ride at six.”
I am seriously fucking pissed that I am going to have to take an eight-hour night ride to go check on this fucker.
I call up Dozer and inform him of what is happening and tell him to keep an eye on everything here while Leo, Rage, and myself head up north to find Bates. I give the prospects specific orders to look out for the women that work at Dirty Devil’s. I don’t like leaving and not knowing firsthand what is going on, so they are my eyes and ears. I appoint Marcus, the prospect that seems the most promising to keep an eye on Ginger and make sure she gets to and from work safely and to keep an eye on her place.
