by M. L. Beeson
I sit back on my knees and grab her legs and throw them over my shoulders, and I start to thrust in and out of her tight pussy, making sure to circle my hips a few times to make sure I hit every part of her pelvic walls. I start to gain speed and momentum in my thrusts causing her to moan and shout my name. I can feel her pussy starting to flutter around me, so I start circling her clit with my thumb causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head before she screams as her orgasm takes hold of her body. She is shaking and quivering under me.
I lean forward, almost bending her in half. Her legs are still over my shoulders and because I am leaning so far forward, they are up by her head. I give her a quick kiss and I pound my cock deep into her pussy so hard and fast, chasing my own release. Feeling my balls tightening, I spill my release into her, one thread at a time. I take my time before leaving her warm cunt. Once both of our orgasms start to subside, I start to pull out of her, making a mess on the bed with evidence of our encounter. I fall to the side of her on my back trying to catch my breath. She has got to be one of the best lays I have ever had. Fuck, this bitch is getting even more under my skin; not fucking good.
As we continue trying to catch our breath and contain our composure, I hear my door open. Fuck I forgot to lock it last night. I look up to find Shay standing there in nothing but a lime green g-string, completely stunned as she looks back and forth between Ginger and I. Ginger is scurrying, trying to cover herself up with what scraps she has left of her shirt.
“What the fuck do you want,” I bark out as I glare at the cunt in front of me.
“I thought you would like some company, a wake-up call of sorts,” she coos.
“No thanks.”
“Please baby, you’ve been shutting me out. Everyone knows I’m the only club girl you let touch you. I’m fine with a threesome, if she is.” She smiles and points to Ginger.
“Get the fuck out Shay. Didn’t I tell you to learn your fucking place in this club? FYI it is not in my bed.” I growl, my patience with this hoe is getting thin. I finally position myself in front of Ginger to give her the cover she is desperately seeking.
“Did you not fucking hear me, Shay? Get the fuck out!” I yell out causing both women to jump. Shay starts to cry which pisses me off even more. I jump off of my bed and grab her by her arm and literally have to throw her out of my room. What a dumb broad! If she doesn’t watch her shit and learn that she is a club whore and not an old lady, I am going to trade her with another chapter. I don’t need this fucking drama.
CHAPTER EIGHT
GINGER
As Blade throws the naked tramp out of his room, I scurry to grab my bag and rush to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. I need a breather. What the hell just happened? I knew it wouldn’t be long before Blade and I gave into our desire for one another. I just didn’t peg on some slut barging in offering him up a threesome right after I came all over his cock. Is he into that type of thing? I have to assume that he is, he is the president of a damn MC for fuck’s sake. I have stripped and done things I am not proud of in order to survive but I would never offer myself up on a silver platter like that cunt just did.
Slamming my hands hard against the vanity counter and clenching onto it so hard that my knuckles are turning white, I can feel my teeth grinding together out of anger. When I look up to look at myself in the mirror, I am still flushed, my nostrils are flaring with each heavy breath, and I am still naked. I can feel the evidence of Blade and my orgasms running down my legs. I need a shower to say the least. Maybe it will help me calm my shit down.
Turning and walking towards the shower pressing the keypad to turn the fancy as shit thing on, I open the door and step in, letting the hot water cascade over my tensed body. This feels amazing.
As I stand there enjoying the heat of the water on my body, my relaxation is soon halted. I hear a massive thud, and in the noisy commotion I see the bathroom door fly open. What the fuck? Didn’t I lock it? Shit, he broke the damn thing down. I almost imagine him green as he turns into the hulk as he destroys the door.
Making eye contact with Blade, his eyes are swirling with darkness. He has a dark aura about him and it is definitely showing in this situation. He is still stark ass naked and stomping my way.
Opening the shower door, he grunts “don’t ever lock me out of my own shit.” He steps in the shower and comes up to me and latches onto my chin and tilts my head up to meet his gaze, “another round sweetness?”
Glaring at the man in front of me I feel my irritation with him growing. “Sorry, I thought you were busy,” I say, trying to bite my tongue to prevent from smarting off again to the angry beast in front of me.
“Yeah, I was busy kicking her ass out. Not that I need to explain myself to you. It is my room and my fucking clubhouse!” He yells, making me flinch at his aggressive tone.
I can’t help myself from firing back at him. “Fuck you. I didn’t ask to be brought here, Blade. You made me come with you when all I wanted to do was fucking leave town.” I can feel my face heating with rage. How dare he? This man is infuriating.
I slide past him, opening the shower to exit, suddenly my shower is ruined. I grab a towel and wrap it around myself and start to rummage through my bag to find my toothbrush. I make quick work of brushing my teeth and rinsing out my mouth, all the while Blade is standing in the shower with the warm water spilling over his well-defined body as he watches me. Asshole. I ignore the holes his eyes are burning into me as I reach back into my bag to find something to wear.
Slipping on my panties while still wrapped in my towel, I turn away so that Blade cannot see my breasts as I fasten my bra. Not that I am that modest, but I’m so pissed and I definitely want him to know it. I let my towel finally drop to the floor so that I can slip into my leggings and oversized sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder. I find my comfy as shit boots and slide my feet into them. I love how fuzzy and soft they feel on my feet so I don’t even bother wearing socks. I make quick work of using Blades deodorant, and run my fingers through my hair. With one final irritated look into the mirror, I look human enough to step out of the bathroom.
As I attempt to march out of the bedroom like I have somewhere important to be, I feel hands grabbing my waist and holding me in place. When did he get out of the shower? For such a large and in charge man, he sure is stealthy. Feeling his breath low on my ear, Blade growls, “you are testing my will sweetness.”
I grin as smart off to him, “Blade, I haven’t done anything to you, so calm your ass down. I need to get the hell out of here.” Twisting out of his grip, I make my way from the room. Without an argument Blade allows me to leave the bedroom. Thank goodness.
Its ten o’clock in the morning and I am sitting on a stool up against the clubhouse bar. Is it too early to drink? Hell, I am in a fucking MC clubhouse. I doubt they will judge me. I need a drink to calm my nerves and the shit that is constantly making rounds in my mind.
“I’ll take a double of Wild Turkey,” I drawl out, making eye contact with the young gun behind the bar.
“You sure you can handle yourself with that shit, sweetheart?” He smiles, allowing the dimples on both cheeks to make an appearance.
Without a second thought I snap, “I wouldn’t have fucking ordered it, if I couldn’t handle it.” I don’t miss the cautious look the guy gives me as he pours my drink. Shit, I shouldn’t be bitchy to him, he didn’t do anything.
Grabbing the drink from the guy, “thank you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been a bitch to you. I have had a hell of a morning,” I swallow the whole double shot down my throat at once.
“It’s none of my business and I’m a prospect, I can tell you I’ve been treated a lot worse.” Something in the serious tone he has tells me he isn’t lying.
“Ok, so what’s your name?” I ask out of general curiosity. I didn’t recognize this prospect. I have met Marcus and the vice-president Dozer, but other than that I don’t really know the guys that make up the club.
“Riley,” he says dryly as he is wiping out glasses and putting them away.
“Well Riley, it is nice to meet you, I am Ginger. Now, can I get another drink?” I ask, leaning my head on the palm of my hand.
I am rudely interrupted by Dozer walking into the bar. “You sure that’s a good idea this early?” He asks raising one eye brow.
I laugh out. “It’s never too early for some Wild Turkey. Especially the Rare Breed, give me that top of the shelf stuff.” I inform Dozer and Riley.
Shit I am starting to feel the first two shots kick in. The tension I was holding in my shoulders and neck is starting to let up and my irritation level has come down a few notches. I am actually able to laugh at something. Heck yeah!
“Well, shit. If the lady says it’s never too early, pour us both a double, Riley.” Dozer laughs out his response.
Riley hands each of us a double shot. We clink our glasses together in cheers, which making my drink spill a little over the edge. I quickly bring the shot glass to my lips and shoot it back, feeling the alcohol’s sting as it makes its way down my throat. That’s what I love about Wild Turkey, it stings at first, even makes me give a little jitterbug shake, but it gives me the best buzz.
Our fun screeches to a complete halt when Blade comes down the stairs. He stops and looks between Dozer and I as we are laughing about drinking so early. “What the fuck is going on here?” His tone is dark and authoritative.
“Well if you must know you bubble burst, we were drinking whiskey at 10 a.m. on a Wednesday. What does it look like we are doing?” Oh shit, my mouth and alcohol are going to get me into trouble.
Not waiting for Blade to respond to me, I slap my hand on the bar top and yell to Riley, “hit me with another one handsome.” I smile.
“I don’t think that is a good idea sweetheart,” Dozer chimes in as he looks over at Blade’s beat red face.
“Oh, I think it is a great idea. This guy has been a dick this morning. I need something to take the edge off.” I turn, pointing my thumb towards Blade who is now stalking over to the bar stool that I am sitting on. He comes up and stands directly in front of me, staring me down. I am not going to back down like some coward, I continue to hold his eye contact without moving for what seems like hours.
I finally turn my gaze when I hear a bunch of laughter and banter coming in from the main bar door, it’s the other men of Satan’s Savages.
“Well. Well. Well. What do we have here? Fresh meat, yeah?” The guy with the patch that reads Sgt At Arms whistles.
“Back the fuck up, Farm-boy,” Blade growls in a menacing tone, “no one comes fucking close to her, you got me?”
“Whoa boss, she got you by the balls or some pussy shit?” so called Farm-boy laughs out. It doesn’t take Blade any more than five seconds to have Farm-boy up against the bar, with a knife to his throat.
“Listen here, asshole. I will not repeat myself. Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Ginger!” Blade makes sure to punctuate each word letting his man know that he is not fucking around.
Letting Farm-Boy go, Blade turns and looks at Riley, and barks out his orders. “Keep an eye on her. She doesn’t go anywhere!”
In response to Blade’s demand, Riley confirms his orders with a, “yeah boss, you got it.”
“Church now!” Blade yells out as he throws his knife at the dart board hanging on the wall across the bar. It doesn’t take very long for Blade and his men to disappear into their meeting room leaving me with Riley and Marcus who is stumbling into the clubhouse with the trashy blond on his arm.
BLADE
When I enter the room to hold church, I sit at my place at the head of the table and wait for everyone to take their seats. Between Shay, Ginger, and Far3m-Boy, I am ready to stab someone in their jugular and watch their blood drain from their body. As I wait for everyone to shut the fuck up, I pull a joint from my pocket and flick my lighter to light it. I take a long drag and let the smoke fill my lungs, and as I exhale the smooth smoke, I can feel the weed starting to work its magic.
“I called church today to talk about our deal with the Aryans and how our contacts in customs got knocked off. I have my theories and we need to sort this shit out.”
“What do you mean theories?” Grizz asks in curiosity.
“Well, I had Leo do some digging and one of his contacts implied that those racist fucks are gearing up for war against one of their own clients for doing them dirty.” I take another hit off of my joint. “If I were to put two and two together with the shit with customs and what was said, I would almost bet my left nut they found out we are selling to the cartel.” I exhale the marijuana from my lungs easing my urge to kill someone.
With everyone’s wide eyes on me, I wait for a response from someone but all that happens is the tension in the room is growing thick. Everyone knows what the fuck is going on. If I am correct, I have a leak within the club; I will not stand for it. I will kill the motherfucker if I have to flush them out myself.
With no one saying anything I break the silence. “Well, we need to take a vote on what to do next. Do we bring Draven in and question him? Or leave it be and see how many more of our contacts get hit?”
“I say we take a vote to bring Draven in, boss,” Farm-Boy chimes in.
“Ok, let’s vote. Who all is in favor of bringing in Draven and questioning his ass?” I ask gazing around the room at my men. I hear a unanimous chorus of “ayes” in response to the vote. Good, it is settled then.
“Ok, I will call and set up a meeting.” I reach for my phone.
Dialing our Aryan contact Draven, I wait for the punk to pick up. When he finally answers, I inform him that we are in need of setting up another shipment and would love for him to come down for a visit. That asshole can never pass up a party and free pussy so he instantly agrees to the invitation and gives me the details of when he will be down. The trap is set.
Once I end the call with Draven, I turn back to face my men. “He will be here Friday evening.”
After hearing all the men grunt in reply, Rage is the first to speak up. “What is the plan boss?”
“We let him party, get a little club pussy and when he gets drunk enough or passes out, we take him down to the chamber and chain his ass to the wall. When he is coherent enough, we will start the interrogation process.” I say giving a sinister grin. Knowing what I am referring too, my men are slapping the table while whooping and hollering out. It has been awhile since we have had a little fun in the chamber. I am already anticipating my strategies.
“Fuck yeah, boss! I haven’t been this excited to torture someone in a long ass time,” Rage says as he starts popping his knuckles. I can’t hold back my grin, Rage and I are alike in terms of interrogation, we get a high off of it.
“Now that we have a plan, does anyone else have anything else they want to bring up?” After hearing nothing but crickets I slam my gavel down on the table and tell my men that they are free to leave.
I grab my keys from my pocket and lock the room as we all step out. I hear all kinds of laughter and banter coming from the bar, making my way into the vicinity I see Ginger doing another shot with all of the guys. I am pleased to see that no one is hitting on her or trying to touch her. Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I have never been exclusive or even wanted just one woman to myself. I am known for fucking my way through women as fast as I can. They have all just been a warm hole to fulfill my needs, but there is something about Ginger. She isn’t forthcoming with information about herself but I see something in her; it takes one fucked up individual to recognize another sometimes.
As I stride up to the bar, I waive at Riley to bring me a drink. “What’s going on here?”
Marcus the prospect is first to speak up. “Well boss, I think you have someone aiming to steal your road name. This little wildcat is pretty slick with them blades. Even drunk she can hit the dart board in the bullseye.” He smiles at Ginger.
Taking a long swig of my beer,
I take a moment to enjoy the cold beverage, “Hmm. Is that so sweetness?” Turning my focus to the feisty brunette swaying from side to side.
She smiles and then busts into laughter, “I am definitely not looking to take his name, it is rather dull,” she snorts, “pun intended.” She laughs harder, crossing her legs I assume to prevent herself from pissing down her leg. The alcohol has been flowing through this girl. She earns the smirk and laughter of some of the guys at her attempt to a joke.
“Where did you find this girl, boss?” Rage questions while taking a shot. I ignore his question, he doesn’t need to know my personal shit right now.
Instead I keep my attention on a still laughing Ginger. “So Ginger, you down for some competition?” I quirk my eyebrow.
“You don’t got shit on me biker boy,” she slurs as she saunters over to the dart board and grabs my knife and two others that I assume are hers. I bite my tongue so I don’t lash out. Most people would be on their ass or dead for speaking to me like that, but Ginger is just having a little fun and I cannot fault her for that. This will be entertaining.
Ginger finally gets back over to the bar area after taking her sweet time swaying from side to side as she took each step. She holds her hand out to present the three knives to me. I take one and hold it between my thumb and pointer finger by the blade. I make eye contact with Ginger and hold her gaze; I raise the knife up level with my head and fling the blade towards the dart board behind Ginger. Once I hear it stick into the board with a loud thud, I break our stare and look to see how I did. Bullseye.
Turning to see where the blade stuck, Ginger looks around to make sure that no one is behind her. She turns and sets one of the knives on the bar top. She grabs her personal knife by the blade just like I had done with her right hand, in one swift and quick motion she jolts around and flings the knife with a lot of force. The knife stuck in the board right next to mine in the bullseye.
