by B. B. Blaque
Crucifix reached up and wrapped a handful of my hair around a wrist. His voice was so different when he shook my head and sneered.
“Open those eyes, ya dirty bitch! “ He slapped my face and FOCUS followed it with a deep thrust. “You need to be punished for thinkin’ you could actually walk away from us . . . don’tcha? It ain’t gonna happen! Period.”
They picked up speed and I felt like the walls were closin’ in around me. The heat from the bodies of the other five brothers and what was happenin’ had me sweating. The Bishop started to pet my head and someone was rubbing the sweat and grabbing at my tits.
“Show me what a good hole you are. You’ve given in so nicely.” Bish’s cock was shoved into my mouth. I couldn’t move away. All my holes were filled and I think I’d continued to come on Crucifix.
Cum was everywhere like the blink of an eye. It may have been a while, but seemed like it was comin’ from every direction at once. I choked on Bish’s cum as he shoved deep down my throat while pinching my nose.
The next mornin’, I woke curled up on the stage under the table. There were bruises all over my hips and ass. My pussy was ridiculously sore and I was smlin’.
They do own me.
I’m property of the Royal Bastards.
It’s official.
I started dancin’ every night, sometimes double shifts. They had me doin’ a lot of back room stuff for special customers who could pay the price. I barely even made it into the real champagne room. If I did, they’d usually end up with me in the back room. I was doin’ almost as much fuckin’ and suckin’ as dancin’. I didn’t jump right in with both feet for the strangers, but it didn’t take long before there was a need burning to be at work as much as possible.
I need to buy stock in condoms!
All the other dancers hated me because the customers were comin’ to see me. I was the Bastards’ “shiniest apple” and got more attention than the rest of those sluts. They were dumb enough to give away what I was gettin’ paid real money for. You can’t rub your ass on a dick and make it come for a stupid twenty dollar bill and think you’re better than me, especially when the Rotten Apples take their cut with house fees on top of it. What those bitches got was the same as doin’ it for free. I was makin’ hundreds, lots of hundreds if they wanted to get really wild, and was proud to be the Bastards’ shiniest little whore. If I did extra, it was for me.
First and foremost, I’m property of FOCUS and no one can top that.
I was doin’ all the live streamin’ stuff the Rotten Apple Chapter wanted and was on a constant high from the sex and attention. The brothers had carte blanche to use me whenever they wanted, and they did. Especially Crucifix, who it turned out is the President. Lyin’ prick. They made me think it was Rattler, but he’s VP.
FOCUS was fuckin’ me like crazy! His favorite time was when I was well used, sore, and he could really take it out on me. Those were the best times and I intentionally teased the fuck outta him to get him all bent. His mean is sexy. I was fallin’ in deep love with him and that evil PhD. One day, he’d wanna keep me as his ol’ lady. He appreciates a woman who’ll fuck anytime, anywhere, in whatever way she’s asked.
I love that Bastard.
Then the day came to take me out on the road. I had a real followin’ and had done so many photo shoots for their site that the customers would flock to whatever club they took me to. They said the first would be a private party in Atlantic City for the Washington DC Chapter. There was talk about some president guy named Heavy.
With a name like that, he had to be amazeballs.
FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY
“Heavy, this is Crucifix . . . Uh, yeah . . . We’re still comin’ down by you . . . Yeah, A.C. Yep, it’s all set for Royal Bastards Video, if ya still want in . . . Of course, we got Blayze’s blessin’. Absolutely! It’s taken care of . . . Get the fuck outta here! You know me better than that . . . Grim and Azreal are good with us incorporatin’ out in Nevada . . . uh, huh . . .”
Crucifix was talkin’ on the phone and I just listened to his side of the conversation. Heavy woulda been a fool not to hook up with us on the production company. The cash flow was expected to be insane. He’s a smart guy and wouldn’t miss out on it. They’d been wantin’ to get into the industry anyway. Perfect match.
“Fuck, yeah, we’re bringin’ Nixx with us . . . Oh, brother, you have got to fuck her . . .” He started laughin’. I could hear Heavy bustin’ balls on the other end. “Go fuck yourself, man! With a dick like yours, we could put you in the talent pool . . . Yeah, her first time out. Got her booked at The Mounds in the Hills . . . yep, that’s the one . . . yeah, yeah, Coy in Kentucky. Yep. We’re headin’ out on schedule . . . Alright, see ya then, brother.”
“Sounds like we’re all set to let the rest of the country in on that hot, little nympho-fuckin’-maniac! I got her a bunch of costumes and shit to wear. She’ll look like a fuckin’ superstar! Coy said they’ve been advertisin’ the livin’ shit outta her. I betcha the traffic on the site’s gone way up too.”
It was doubtful that she’d be able to get away with the same set up as ours at the Kentucky club. We can bring attention to our place all we want. The local cops came in for freebies with her and already know us. Didn’t wanna take a piss in Coy’s pond and fuck up our welcome. I was sure we could get her some extras at the hotel, but I gotta keep an eye on that bitch. She’d been lettin’ the guys go longer than they should and I wasn’t about all that. If she kept it up, we’d have a problem and it wasn’t the time. Couldn’t very well have her make a debut movie with even one bruise. I hadn’t been pushed there, but if she was doin’ favors, we’d be havin’ a talk.
“Think she’ll be ready to dance after Heavy tries her out? It’s a nude bar, right? Oh, and bro, not for nothin’, but Nixx does know that she has to do the actual dancin’ thing, right?”
I laughed. Crucifix made a good point, and I’d have to sink the point home with her. She couldn’t start givin’ handjobs on stage, or lettin’ them touch her. She had to be a good girl, which meant we had to work her hard before and after.
“Ya know, man . . . I think Heavy might be good for her. Think about it. She takes sex to a whole nuther level. With a dick like his, maybe it’ll hold her for a bit . . . we’ll still be gettin’ ours, of course. I mean we’ve renamed initiation Goldie Nixx, for chissakes! Anyone after her needs to live up to that fuckin’ standard. She can take ‘im and still want more.”
That hunger was gonna help, but I wasn’t hillbilly enough to think it couldn’t hurt just as much. It was like walkin’ a dang tightrope. Ya kinda want a girl who’ll dive in and swim around in depravity, but if you lose control—even for a split second—there’s a chance you’d lose a pile of cash.
Nixx ain’t like none of them other girls.
Shiny apple. Rotten to the core.
“When do ya think she’ll be ready to rock-n-roll? Gonna take about two and a half hours . . . To be honest with ya, I’d give it more like three for traffic. Party starts at nine, but won’t get crackin’ until at least midnight.”
There was some kinda porn biz convention goin’ on that weekend. One of the established stars was havin’ a big ass party in a casino suite and was nice enough to invite us and the DC guys. It wouldn’t hurt to start makin’ connections and we needed to put things on the table with Heavy and the VP, Wrecker.
Lots of i’s to dot and t’s to cross.
“Last I saw, she was piling stuff into the cage with Tombstone. Hope he’s ready for the trip out west ‘cause we ain’t comin’ back for awhile.” Atlantic City, Louisville, then straight out to L.A. with a possible stopover in Vegas—lots of road to cover.
“Okay, good. We gotta beat feet, kickstands up in an hour.” Crucifix walked back into the clubhouse and started throwin’ his stuff in bags. We usually packed ultra-light, but with such a long trip and all her shit, it was really good to have the cage. I’d already made the decision to fuck her when we hit
the Rockies. Too dang much beauty there to let it go to waste. Most of the memories I had of Colorado were blurry as fuck or involved bein’ in a cell. Nixx would be a nice change.
After almost an hour of checkin’ and double-checkin’ to make sure we had everything, it was time to hit the road.
“Where are we goin’ first, I mean after A.C.? I’m so excited . . . and nervous.” Nixx stood next to my bike bouncin’ from boot to boot and messin’ with her hair and the helmet. The girl I thought was innocent had pulled the damn wool right over my eyes. I ain’t complain’ a bit. The mornin’ I took her home seems like a lifetime ago, but when I watched her gettin’ ready to ride, there was still a glimpse of the diner waitress. “You guys are makin’ me a star . . . like really! Can you believe I even thought for a second you were ruinin’ my life? I can be such an asshole sometimes.”
I waited for her to stop yakkin’ and shook my head. “Are you done yet? You didn’t even let me get a word in to tell ya where we’re headed. For that, you’re just gonna have to wait and see. Now, get on!”
She kissed my nose and stuck out that full, bottom lip. For a girl who’d started wearin’ a whole fuck-ton of war paint on her face, she got ready in a blink. Good thing for her she never made us wait. We hit the road right on time and waded through the muck of midtown traffic on the way to the Lincoln Tunnel. Bein’ a country boy, NYC is a downright pain in my ass. Damn good thing I’d been all over the fuckin’ place in the Marines. It was one of the things that made the city tolerable. I’d take asphalt over that fuckin’ sand any day.
The ride through Jersey wasn’t too bad. We were makin’ good time and decided to stop for a burger. I knew her bladder was about to bust because she’d been tappin’ on my shoulder for the last thirty dang miles. When she leaned up and screeched, “FOCUS . . . myy eyeballs are about to float outta my head.” I knew she was serious. The devil in me wished we weren’t goin’ to a party ‘cause, sure as shit, I’d be findin’ the nearest pothole and seein’ just how bad it was.
Pussy punch!
“Girl, you need to get to steppin’. Wouldn’t want your eyeballs sittin’ on the ground in a puddle.” She flipped me a bird, kissed the tip, and walked away tryin’ to cross her legs at the same time. “Woman, you’re a fuckin’ mess!”
We ordered and sat on the bikes so no one would get any idiotic ideas. When Nixx came out we were talkin’ about the party and what Heavy was gonna do to her.
“I don’t know, y’all. We put that little whore through her paces, and she’s been eatin’ it up with a spoon ever since. Do ya really think Heavy can do worse than we did? None of us is exactly small on any scale and she took us all back to back.” I wasn’t lyin’. I would almost bet she woulda gone for another round if we’d given it to her. How that girl did the chastity thing for so long was beyond my understandin’.
Crucifix seemed to have faith. “At first I was unsure, but I dunno . . . Somethin’ tells me she’s gonna ride it like she stole it and go back for more! No matter how big that fuckin’ schlong is, Nixx’ll take it like a motherfuckin’ champ!”
That bitch is quiet as a mouse, didn’t hear a sound until she was right up on us askin’ a zillion questions. “Who am I gonna be ridin’ and how big is that thing? Are y’all talkin’ about Heavy? You are, huh?”
We all rolled our eyes. Even freebies got that girl goin’. Of course, Heavy could do whatever he wanted with her, but you woulda thought she’d won the lottery or somethin’. She gave new meanin’ to size-queen. Not only did that girl love her some big dick, but she wanted it hard and mean.
“Girl, what the fuck do you care? He’s a brother and he’ll fuck ya into the middle of next month! Do what you do, spread that thing, and let the man bruise that pussy. Until then, get your fuckin’ ass on the seat and shut the fuck up!” Sometimes she got on my nerves. She was like some kinda Franken-ho-hole. We’d woken up an honest-to-God cock monster.
When we finally pulled up to the casino, it was about eight—time to check-in, catch a shower, and have a few drinks. I dug through my saddle bag for the Jager and my bathroom bag, Nixx grabbed her bag from the truck.
So much for the girl with a small backpack.
We were all stayin’ in the same room. Nixx is my property and sleeps with me unless I’ve loaned her out. Since Crucifix is the P, he gets the other bed, and Tombstone can stretch his long legs out on the couch. He might not be comfortable, but that bitch had been sittin’ in a comfy, air-conditioned cage. Motherfucker could suck it the fuck up!
Before she could shower, all three of us were doin’ Jager shots out of her belly-button and chasin’ ‘em with energy drinks.
“Man, brothers, we are fixin’ to blow this fuckin’ industry up!” I did another shot and picked Nixx up and tossed her over a shoulder. That cute lil’ ass was in my hand and I landed a few hard whacks and laughed. “This little pussy is gonna bring us gold until she can’t walk no more!”
Nixx was giggling and shakin’ her legs around. She loved bein’ the shinest apple. The golden apple. The diamond-encrusted platinum apple. The rotten—I stopped mid-thought and blurted out, “Hey, y’all! What do you think of Rotten to the Core for her first video as part of the Royal Bastards Video stable?”
Crucifix slapped Nixx’s ass and laughed. “Ya know, kid . . . FOCUS has you pegged! Rotten to the motherfuckin’ core . . . it’s perfection!”
When I put her down she was still laughin’ and I hollered at her, “Make sure that thing is squeaky clean, girl! I want it so clean a nun would eat outta that slit!”
Her hand went to her forehead to salute me and she giggled out, “Aye, aye, Captain!”
“You can drop the aye-aye and it’s Sergeant Major.” I kicked back in a chair and scolded her. “Bish is the fuckin’ captain.”
Time was tickin’ but as always, Nixx didn’t disappoint on bein’ timely. She could fuck up in a lot of ways, but at least that made my inner Marine happy. The outfit I’d picked was on the bed when she came out of the shower.
“Hey, FOCUS . . . why did you pick a dress?” She picked up the piece of black material made mostly of holes “This thing is just pretendin’ to be a dress. Where are the jeans that go with this thing?”
She needed to be easy access, and I’d seen that damn dress in action before—it doesn’t keep on bein’ a dress. In a quick minute, it’ll become a tank top and she’ll be almost buck nekkid.
“Girl, just be glad I’m lettin’ you wear that fuckin’ g-string or you’d be walkin’ through the casino with your pussy hangin’ out.” She opened her mouth and tried to speak. “Oh, and before you say another fuckin’ word . . . the answer is no. I swear you just try to rile my ass up sometimes! It’s not cute.”
I wish she hated it or bitched and complained. She was always so eager, like a dang puppy standin’ at the door ready to go out and play.
SLICE OF YOUR PIE
Oh. My. God!
I was so stoked when we got in the elevator. A porn star party in a fancy suite—eek! No one would ever imagine me, Nicolette Barrett, half-naked and going to a crazy sex party with a bunch of bikers. No one would believe any of the stuff I’d been doing—not even me. I’m sure Luke would, though.
The hall with the penthouse suites looked even nicer than the regular floor we were on. I couldn’t wait to see what it was like inside one of the rooms. Since meetin’ FOCUS, I’d had one outta body experience after another. I could barely keep up.
I know this is gonna be one of those holy shit, I can’t even believe that happened, can we do it again nights!
Crucifix opened the door to the suite and he and FOCUS walked in. Tombstone and I were close behind them. I didn’t even have time to scan the room and see what it looked like before someone in a Royal Bastards cut walked up.
Is that one Heavy?
He was sexy no matter who he was and I couldn’t wait to find that out. When he came over, FOCUS hugged him first. “Well, well, if it ain’t my ol’ boy Wrecker! How
ya doin’, brother?”
Crucifix hugged him, and the guy—Wrecker—talked over his shoulder to FOCUS. “Doin’ great, man. Can’t complain a bit.”
Tombstone hadn’t met Wrecker before and was introduced by FOCUS. It was like I wasn’t even there. What? Am I invisible? Everything was just chatter about the ride down, weather, bullshit like that. Of course, I knew the drill—club business ain’t none of mine.
I tapped FOUCS’ shoulder and after a couple minutes, he finally turned to me. I didn’t wanna be in the way, but drinks and snacks woulda been a godsend.
“FOCUS, can I check the place out and get somethin’ to nibble on? There’s finger foods on that table.”
It wasn’t so much that I was hungry—it was curiosity gettin’ the best of me. Explorin’ what was definitely not a regular room, or like any of the suites I’d ever seen, was top priority. Well, maybe not quite the top. My mind—and other places—were like a laser lookin’ for Heavy. I didn’t know how to recognize him, but figured I’d get introduced eventually. I just wanted to see what he looked like.
“Go ahead, girl. Bring us somethin’ when ya come back.” FOCUS was so distracted, like he always was at the clubhouse. Crucifix would definitely be in the middle of things since we were outta town. I wondered who’d be my babysitter this time.
Thank the Lord Rattler’s holdin’ down the fort at home!
I snickered as I walked away. “Yes, sir, Sergeant Major!”
It was time to investigate, even though I was on my own. I had a tendency to make friends easily, anyway. Someone would find me or I’d find them—I was sure of that.
The suite was like a luxury apartment with a dining room, billiard room with a gray pool table, and the bar area complete with stripper pole. So many places to see. I found one bedroom and looked around enough to find the bathroom. It was as beautiful as everything I’d already seen and I couldn’t wait to see more. There was a spiral staircase that had a chain in front of it. The penthouse’s penthouse? I wanted to see that part for sure.
