“Hey sweetie – party tonight at clubhouse – u have 2 be thr.”
I got home from work, primped, and arrived at the clubhouse for another Saturday night of crazy fun with my tribe. Sam was there, with Ratchet towering over her, his forefinger in her belt loop of her jeans. He was a possessive caveman when it came to her. She welcomed me with a warm hug. We squealed and giggled. Her co-worker, Kat was standing next to her. She was decked out in a long flowy summer dress with flowers and flip flops. She wore black rimmed glasses; her hair dyed a bold color of purple. She was as cute as a button like Sam and smiled at me. I pulled her into an embrace and squeezed her too.
“Is this your first time at a Chaos party, Kat?”
“Yes, my first time.” She blushed, but her eyes were focused at something behind me. I turned to see Magnet, over at the pool tables, playing cut-throat with two hot looking girls. Of course.
“Yeah. He has that effect on women. But not me. I grew up with that boy. Just admire him from a distance, Kat. He’s a player.”
She looked back at me, her jaw open, her eyes a big as saucers. “What’s his name?”
“Noah. But we all call him Magnet. Like Chick-Magnet?”
“That name suites him…”
I cracked up. I should have known Magnet would have that effect on her too. I turned back to look at him and caught sight of Skully. Owen. Standing next to Wez, taking a drag of a smoke, holding a beer. Then he saw me too. He nodded his head to Wez, but his eyes were on me and his mouth lifted with a smile. At me.
“Who invited Skully?” I hoped someone would answer quickly.
“He’s shacking up here for a while. Chaos had a meet with him a week ago. The Prez and VP are good with it. He’s helping out here like Sam did. And he’s paying rent to Shrek.” Ratchet’s deep voice answered my question.
I walked behind the bar and helped myself to a beer from the stocked frig. I twisted off the cap and the first sip was nice and cold. My stomach did a few of those flips every time I caught sight of Skully. I didn’t know whether to approach him first, or wait for him to come to me. I shook my head and drank another mouthful, feeling the refreshment of the cold brew going down.
You can do this, Tanya. I thought to myself. You want to apologize to him for being so shitty. Then go over there and do it… Here goes.
So, I did just that and Skully watched me as I approached. Wez’ back was facing me, and he turned to see what Skully was smiling at. I reached Wez and he wrapped his big strong arms around me.
He kissed my cheek. “How’s my pretty girl today?”
I squeezed him back. “Good Wez. I needed a drink and some fun tonight. Good to be here.”
“Hi Skully. Good to see you too.” I smiled at him as Wez embraced me.
He smiled, tipping his bottle at me. “Good to see you too, Tanya. Pretty in pink. As always.”
Wez coughed, clearing his throat. “I’m empty and need to drain the dragon.” He walked away, leaving us alone, surrounded by the sound of pool balls whacking into each other and loud music blaring from the juke box.
“I want to apologize for last week, Owen. I was a total shit. Will you forgive me?”
He stepped toward me. “No apology needed. Thanks for listening. Didn’t mean to dump all that on you. I’m sorry if I pissed you off about Mandi.”
“No need. That was just my bitchy insecurity coming out. I need to reel that in. My break up with Matthew really messed with my self-esteem. I have trust issues.”
Skully dropped his smoke, crushed it with his boot and slid his hand into his jean pocket. “Well. That douche-bag should be the one with esteem and trust issues. Not you. You’re a wonder of a woman, Tanya. His loss. And hopefully, my gain…”
My throat hurt as Ichoked back the tears. “So let’s start over. Again. Do you want that? Because I do.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss me gently. Butterflies fluttered their wings in my stomach again. “Yes Tanya. I do want to start over again. With you.”
We enjoyed the rest of the night together with Chaos. We slammed down a few fireball shots with Ratchet and Sam, and Wez played cut-throat pool with me and Skully. When it was my turn at the pool table, I’d leaned down, arching my back just a bit and wiggled my ass. Wez and Skully both focused on it as I shot balls into pockets. And both winced when I won the game.
The shots and several beers brought out the brave and slutty Tanya. I grabbed the front of Skully’s t-shirt and pulled him to me. I shoved my tongue into his mouth before he could blink twice.
“Gotta go drain the dragon. Again…” I barely heard Wez behind me. I was still latched onto Skully. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed himself against me. He was rock hard. He still wanted me.
He leaned back and broke our kiss. “I need you Tanya.” His deep voice was sending tingly goosebumps straight to my nipples.
“Then ride me back to my apartment. I’ll give you what you need, Owen.”
Thirty minutes later, we were back at my apartment. I led Skully to my couch, pushing him down into it. I lowered myself onto my knees and began to undo his jeans. His eyes were round as saucers, and the pace of his breathing sped up.
“Just relax. I’ll make the hurt go away…” I yanked his jeans down a bit, pulling him down toward me so that he slouched even further.
His hard cock sprung free. I wrapped my hand around him and flicked my tongue several times on the thick, juicy head. He gasped and groaned. “Fuck Tanya!”
“Yeah, that’s what you’re going to do to me alright.” I enclosed my mouth on his thick length. My head bobbed as I sucked and drooled all over him.
I tormented, teased and tasted his thick shaft, getting it slippery wet with my tongue. I released him, stood up, kicked off my wedge heels and shimmied out of my tight jeans and panties. I climbed on him and sunk myself down on him and was impaled to the hilt. I cried out as he gripped my hips, bucking and grinding, to match my rhythm. His teeth bit his lower lip, as he looked up into my eyes. They were hooded and filled with hunger. He touched me in just the right spot, against my clit, and the orgasm rose and washed over me.
“Yes, Tanya. God you’re so fucking beautiful!” It was a primal growl that came from him, as I contracted my walls tightly around his pulsating shaft.
20 Skully
My Wonder Woman collapsed on me, panting and sweating. I was breathing hard and fast too. I wrapped my arms around her. We didn’t move for a long moment, drowned in our release that was so intense.
“I got pregnant with Matthew. But I miscarried.” It was a whisper against my chest, but I heard it.
I squeezed her tighter. “I’m sorry, Tanya.”
“That’s only half of it. And I guess I deserved it. Finding him fucking Melissa in our bed. Leaving me after.”
“No, you didn’t deserve any of that. That douche wasn’t man enough for you – “
She rose to look into my eyes, her brows drawn together. “I had an abortion when I was seventeen, Owen. The only one who knows about it is Magnet. And now you. So yeah, I did deserve it.”
I sat up, keeping my arms wrapped around her. “No you didn’t! Is that what you think? I’m sorry you had to go through something like that when you were so young. I’m glad you had Magnet. To help you get through it. You are not a bad person if that’s what you’re thinking. You are a brave, sassy, beautiful woman. You had to make a grown-up decision at such a young age. And your miscarriage? I don’t know much about those kinds of things. But who knows. Maybe it was just not meant to be. I was an orphan. My parents gave me up when I was just starting to walk. I don’t even remember them. They didn’t want me. But maybe that was meant to be too. Maybe I was better off living in foster homes and having a guardian of the state. Maybe things like this just happen. Think about it. I would never have met you that night if I didn’t help Sam. I made that choice too. And I’m happy I did make that choice.”
She tilted her head and my hand came up to cup her wet ch
eek. “Maybe you’re right, Owen. The world can be so fucked up and chaotic sometimes. But we make our own choices.”
“And I’m here for you. I’m at your beck and call. Anytime. Anywhere. Besides, your Chaos brother, Wez gave me some good advice when it comes you too.”
“And what advice was that?”
“That you’re a bit bossy. That I should do whatever it is you want.”
She leaned her head back and began to laugh. “Yeah. I admit it. I am the bossy type. You think you can handle it, Skully?”
“I know I can. I need to be told what to do anyway. To keep me steering in the right direction.”
Make up sex with Tanya for the past few weeks blew me away. We wore each other out. She drained me to the point that it made my limp more noticeable to everyone. The guys at the bike shop gave me a tough time too, telling me I got my hands full. I agreed with them but I didn’t let them know it.
I kept up the Chaos clubhouse when I got off work, even helping the girls out behind the bar to keep the club members happy with beer and shots. The room I chose to bunk in was way better than the shit-hole motel room I’d stayed in for weeks.
The boss man, Torque was cool enough to let me work out my schedule to match Tanya’s. I’d pick her up on my bike and take her for a ride on our days off together. The summer days were still hot. But the sticky air pushing against us as we rode felt so good. As she had leaned back on the sissy bar, wearing her white rimmed shades and I’d admire her from the side mirror.
One morning I rode her to a different coffee shop. And this time, we finished off our coffee and talk. We’d ride on backroads, the shade from the trees covered us from the hot sun. We’d either stop in at the clubhouse or end up back at her apartment. Sometimes, after some hard cardio sex, she’d let me sleep in her bed overnight. I would lay awake until she’d fall asleep, listening to her soft little snores. It was fucking adorable.
I called up Wez and made an appointment to get some ink done to cover up a particular tat - the Hell Hounds MC. That old saying sometimes seems true, you’ll regret getting this tat, or that tat someday. Well, I regretted the Hounds tat that stared up at me every day. Wez and his partners had named the shop, “Mad Ink”. The intoxicating scent of ink and the buzzing sound of the tattoo guns wafted through the air as I walked in. Flash art covered every wall in the place, from old school, to basic skulls, pirates, animals, butterflies, and flowers. Wez’ partner was bent over a woman, as she laid across a bench, working a design with his ink gun ink on her upper thigh.
Wez sat at his station, preparing his ink gun, noticing my limp as I came to sit next to him. He chuckled. “Damn Skully. Does Pretty Girl ever let you up for air? Or does she just keep you under lock and key on her bed?”
I had my hands in my pockets, feeling a little embarrassed. I knew Wez would pick up on my limp. I had always tried to keep it as unnoticed as possible. “Yeah. Sometimes she does.” That got another chuckle out of him.
I decided on a dragon with black ink only for shading. Wez got to work on covering the Hell Hound. The buzzing sound of the ink gun put me into a trance, even though it hurt like a son of a bitch. The pain released endorphins through my body, drowning out everything around me.
I kept still, solid as a rock as Wez’ gun tore through my skin.
“So, how’s your ride? I fix it up ok with the new linkage?”
He was steady with the gun, concentrating on my forearm. “Yeah man. She rides and purrs really good for me. Really appreciate it. You likin the clubhouse better than the shit-hole motel?”
“Yeah. I’m liking it. I can’t thank you enough. Can you put a good word in for me to Chaos about my skills with skoots? They can bring them by Hardcore Cycles. I’ll make sure they get great service.”
Wez stopped his torture on my flesh, turned to dip the gun in the black ink. “Ever thought of prospecting for Chaos?”
Prospecting? The last time I prospected was with the Hounds. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it’s what you had to do before becoming a patched in member for a diamond club. “I’d need a sponsor. But what about your brothers? Don’t think they’d want an ex-member of the Hell Hounds.”
“I know Magnet’s not too fond of you, but that’s only because Tanya is like a sister to him. None of the other brothers have any beef with you. You pretty much saved Ratchet’s ole lady from being sold off to a bunch of Russian pukes. You helped me out, plus got my bike purring like a fine-tuned machine. You could be good for Chaos. And the bonus is pretty-girl, Tanya. She never lets you see daylight anyway, at least when you’re alone with her. And I’ll sponsor you.”
Two days later, I made sure the clubhouse bar was well stocked and I knew what the club members’ favorite drink of choice was, whether beer or liquor. Wez pulled in on his softail before the others came that night. I got him a nice cold beer and he looked over the new dragon that he covered the Hell Hounds with. The dragon was peeling a little and Wez admired his work on me. Rocky walked in with his VP, Spider first, then Ratchet, Gunner and Magnet. The rest showed up only a few minutes later.
“So, you wanna prospect for Chaos.” Rocky’s arms were folded, his stance wide, brooding at me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes I do, Prez. “
“Prospecting for Chaos is a different ball game. Its not the same as prospecting for a diamond club. You pay your dues, pay attention, and do as you’re told. The tasks you perform for any patched in member, you give it a hundred percent. You’re only a prospect and will be addressed that way. You’re expected to learn all club members names, what they do for a living, what they like, what they hate. Your main focus will be security detail. You’re expected to be there for all rides. Getting there early earns you brownie points. You’ll also be expected to watch over club members’ bikes. And the most important task of all? Escorting ole ladies and the women in their Coven. They are to be treated with respect. Always. A club member won’t tell you to perform a task that they wouldn’t do themselves. Remember that. Wez is your sponsor. Learn from him. And don’t disappoint. Got it?”
“Yes Prez. I’m ready to do this.”
21 Tanya
I heard Skully’s pipes before he pulled into my apartment parking lot. I was giddy as I looked out my window. I smiled, remembering the last time we were together. Holding on to him while he rode me on the bike. He came over and we sat on the couch together watching “Mad Max, Fury Road”. I popped some popcorn in the microwave but got distracted and put the movie on pause, shedding our clothes in my kitchen. He took me right there as I bent over the kitchen counter. He thrusted himself deep inside me, filling me up. He gripped my hips, breathing, heavy against my ear, telling me how wet and soft I felt. He grabbed a hold of my hair, and I cried out, my back arched. I instantly reached the brink of an exhilarating orgasm. He then rode a wave of pleasure as his hot cum squirted deep inside me. The plastic bowl of warm popcorn was pushed to the edge of the counter and fell off. Spilt kernels bounced onto the carpet.
We both worked long hours the whole week, so we were only able to talk on the phone and text when we could catch a break. The texting turned into sexting, starting with how my pink panties were soaked through thinking of him all day. And how it wasn’t easy for him to re-calibrate a bike when his dick was rock hard for me.
It wasn’t until he kicked his stand down and climbed off the bike, that I noticed his new black leather vest. He was grinning from ear to ear when I opened my door. “I’m prospecting for Chaos, sweet-cheeks.” He reached out, snatched me up in his arms, lifting me off my feet, and planted a warm kiss on my lips.
“Put me down. Turn around.” There it was. The Prospect patch sewn in along the bottom of his vest.
He turned back around, still smiling. “Wez is my sponsor. I’m doing this, Tanya. Become Chaos. Someday. Hopefully soon.”
My heart skipped a beat. My nipples hardened. I leapt back into his arms, wrapping mine over his solid shoulders, and crashed my mouth agai
nst his. I felt weightless as he held me. His tongue encircled and devoured mine. He leaned away. “I’ll make you proud, Tanya.”
“I’m already proud of you, Owen. You’ll be part of my tribe.“
22 Skully
“You’ll be on your own tonight, so show Chaos what you got, Skully.” Wez’ hand was planted on my shoulder, his look intense.
Tonight was my first legit prospect job for the Chaos Kings. Tanya got promoted as co-manager with her boss, Honey, at the hair salon. I was so proud of her, along with everyone else. And the President’s ole lady, Madge, wanted to celebrate her birthday. The Chaos Coven were all going out to celebrate. I was the prospect who would be on escort duty all night.
Some members were hanging at the clubhouse, waiting on the women to show up. I was given rules to follow and was told what was expected of me tonight. Ratchet was in a very dark mood. I couldn’t blame him. Sam was invited and he was struggling with himself over his own possessiveness of her.
He took a shot of whiskey at the bar and jabbed a finger into my chest. “Don’t let Sam or any of the Coven out of your sight. Watch over them every fuckin second. Understand Prospect?”
With his finger digging into the center of my chest, I concentrated on my stance, hoping I wouldn’t be thrown off balance. I sure as hell didn’t want to piss any of them off, especially Ratchet. He was a big mother fucker and I didn’t want to experience his forearm against my throat ever again. “Understood, Ratchet. I intend to.”
Headlights from a black stretch limo beamed through the bay door. The limo driver was ten minutes early. Kat pulled in with Sam, and Tanya had Honey and Madge riding with her. I got semi-hard as I watched her walk toward me. She had a fresh coat of pink lip gloss on those luscious lips, reminding me again how her mouth did things to my dick. Her black bra showed through her hot pint sheer tank top, and did wonders to her cleavage. Her stone washed jeans were tight as fuck and her wedge sandals emphasized the sway of her hips. “I like the effect I have on you, Skully” Her voice was husky. She wrapped her arm around my neck, giving me a sweet lip smacking kiss.
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