“Specialty?” her voice quivered. What the fuck did he just say? Specialty porn, what the hell.
“I guess I should have said extreme.”
“Extreme?” What the hell has she gotten herself into? “Fetish stuff? Do you make fetish porn? Are you in the porn?”
“I’ve done the rope work for the bondage videos. I’ve also done a few of the gang bangs but I don’t do them anymore. The gang bangs, I stopped those several years ago. I did some rope work a few weeks ago.”
“Rope work?”
“Yeah, I bind the girl, girls for the scene. I’ve studied Japanese rope bondage for over a decade. It’s why you can’t get lose when I tie you up,” he laughed.
Lordy, could his life get more fucked up and complicated? Damn, she better not think that because she’s sure that it can get more screwed up. Biker club porn, hell she might be able to write her own biker erotica the longer she stays around him.
She looks around the room, then back to Mud Dawg. “I’m not doing porn.” She needs to get that out there in the open even if it meant the end of them. She didn’t think that would be something he’d want. Then again she didn’t think they had a makeshift porn studio in the clubhouse either.
“I would break someone into if they tried to stick their dick in you? What makes you think I’d allow you to do porn?”
“Because…” he didn’t let her complete her sentence.
“Chanel,” he took a deep breath to control his rush of emotions. “I’m showing you what I can. I need you to have a decent understanding of my life because this,” he waves his hands around. “This comes with me. This is one big package of fucked up ness. More than anything what I need for you to completely understand!”
“Okay” she looks around the room again.
“Chanel, don’t clam up on me. You and I, we’re doing alright so far with the communication don’t stop now.”
“Baby I’m not shutting you out. I imagined a lot of things going on here, this wasn’t one of them. Just give me a second to let it all sink it.”
“You should watch next time we make one. Then you’ll know that it’s not what you’re thinking.”
Chanel shrugs.
“Do you pay the girls?”
“Yeah they get paid.” She looks tense and he hates that. Trying to be honest with a woman isn’t going as he expected.
“Are you sure it’s alright that I’m here?”
“Yeah babe, why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know. I thought there might be rules to dating a club member.”
“Yeah, we got rules. Don’t ask detail questions about club business and don’t fuck another member.”
“I don’t think I’ll have a problem with those two things.”
He moved towards her and she felt her pulse begin to race.
“You cool with this?” he asked as his eyes roamed over her face. “I really need you to be cool with all of this.”
“Yes,” she whispers as she locks eyes with him. “I won’t lie, I’m a nervous. All of this is different for me but I adapt quickly.”
He bent forward, brushing his lips against hers.
“Trust me, I didn’t think your life was simple. I don’t know if you remember but the first day you came to physical therapy, I helped you out of the truck. I brought the wheel chair out to you. You were pretty medicated back then. That woman you brought with you didn’t know what she was doing. I feared you were going to fall flat on your face in the parking lot. You were so weak and in so much pain. You were still the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on.”
“Of course I remember. You had your boobs all in my face,” he starts laughing.
“I did not have my boobs in your face!” she blushed.
“Yeah, you did. You were leaning over me, helping me into the wheel chair. Then you kneeled down and adjusted the foot rest. I immediately thought she’s caring, beautiful and I’d love to see on her knees in front of me all the time. You had on a blue blouse that button up the front and when you leaned forward I could see all the way down your shirt. That was the first fucking hard on I’d had in months.” He caressed the side of her face as he slid his arms around her neck and pulls her in close and kissed her. “Come on, let’s continue the tour.”
She held onto him as they walk back down the hallway. “How did he die, Joey?”
“Oh, he’s not dead. He’s just not an active member anymore. He has health problems. He was exposed to Agent Orange in Nam. He’ll come on some of the charity runs if he’s up to it. Occasionally he will show up at a party. He and his wife live over off of highway twenty-four. They’re doing the whole grandparent thing.”
“They’ve been married that long?” Chanel imagined that the Revelators traded in women with the change of the wind. Though she doubts they will last that long. No matter what her friends think, she’s realistic about the situation. He’s going through a lot because of his accident. Near death experiences change people.
“Oh yeah; Martina has been here since almost the beginning. She still sews all of the patches on our cuts.”
They continued on down the hallway and stop at a more recent photograph of club members. “This was taken right before my accident; it’s not all of us but most. It’s out at Peace Lake. We go up there a few times a year. You should come with us the next time we go. Probably go up there in October sometime, right before it gets cold.”
Chanel looks at the photo. She had to admit that she’s a bit surprise to look at the members. “You have black club members? It doesn’t mention that on the website.”
“Yes and we have Hispanic club members too. Don’t believe the shit you read in the news. We don’t fuck with the Aryans for any amount of money. The Revelators patch in members based on heart. Loyalty to the club, not skin color. Color don’t mean shit, anyone can fuck you over no matter what their race is. You have to surround yourself with people you can trust, men you are proud to call your brothers.”
“That’s a good way to see thing.”
“Yeah, yeah it is.”
As they continued on down the hallway, she took note of the cameras as they walk back into the main room. “You want something to drink?” he asked Chanel.
“No,” she replied as she tried to hold herself with false confidence. She felt as out of place here as she had at Kicker that first night.
“What’s that room?” She points to a closed door. It has two skulls facing each other with a snake wrapped around a dagger that transforms into a cross. This detail image is carved into a heavy wooden door.
“It’s where we have Church. That wooden box on the table over there. It has the same insignia is where we put all our electronic devices, phones and such before Church.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, took the guy over two month to do both carvings.
“Why do you put your stuff in that box?”
“To make sure that nothing is being recorded. Don’t get me wrong, we’re a brotherhood, but about eight years ago, we had a rat. We learned from that mistake.”
“Was that around the same time that Keith was killed?”
Mud Dawg nods. “Yeah,” the somber look returned to his eyes and his voice.
She reaches out and wraps her arms around his waist; giving him a hug. The room soon filled with leather clad, tattooed members of the Revelators.
“Looks like people came in from the outside.”
“Okay, I’m ready” she smiles.
“Alright, let me start the introductions. Over there, near the door lighting up that cheap, bad smelling cigar is Einstein,” Mud Dawg joked.
The man with a devilish smile nods his head at Chanel as she smiles and waves. She recognized him from the photograph in the hallway.
“Next to him is Pontius, our Vice President and one of the founding members of the Revelators.”
“That’s Scrap Iron and Bone Saw you’ve already met. Your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. They’re identical
twin. The only way to tell those two blondes a part is Scrap Iron eyes are a darker blue than Bone Saw. The man next to them is Vulture.”
They all nod at her or said hello.
Vulture crushed the lit end of his cigar into the palm of his left hand. Once it’s extinguished he placed it in the front pocket of his cut. She could tell he was forcing back a shit eating grin.
“Then we have Tommy.” He points to a man that is fondling a barely legal brunette. “The man sitting next to him with the chiseled jaw line of a marble statue is Priest. Then over at the table in order from left to right sits, Animal and Goat. That’s Double Dip, don’t ask how those three got their names. The rest are out on a run. They should be back next week.”
“I think I’d rather hear the story behind the name Bone Saw,” she chuckles.
Everyone laughed and Chanel smile. “Is that another stripper pole?”
Mud Dawg chuckled, “Yeah. You can you any time you want to entertain me but only me. Not those assholes,” he laughed as he playfully kisses her.
Samantha slams down a glass and everyone looks her way as she storms across the room.
“Aw fuck, here we go!” Chanel groans as she broke from his kiss. She knew that this moment was going to happen.
“Mud Dawg! I need to talk with you!”
“You need to come at me correctly!” He grimaces.
Samantha huffed. “Is that the fat bitch from Motions?” She looks Chanel up and down.
“What did you just call me?” Chanel push herself in front of Mud Dawg. This bitch is about to turn her back into the old Chanel.
“Relax babe!” he moves Chanel behind him. He wasn’t about to let her get into it with Samantha but he did like the fire he saw in her eyes. He has no doubt that Chanel could kick her ass and not break a sweat before he could intervene.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he directs his question to Samantha.
“She’s my problem” Samantha points her finger at Chanel. “I did what you wanted, when you wanted and how you wanted it. If I knew you wanted a black cunt, I wouldn’t have wasted my time screwing you in the first place!”
Mud Dawg back hands her across the face and she falls to the floor. Samantha hit the ground before she realizes what happen to her. He took a handful of her hair and threw her at Chanel’s’ feet.
A crowd, is silent for a moment then laughter rang out. “He about too fuck that gash up!” Priest yelled with a wide grin.
“Apologize to her,” Mud Dawg slaps Samantha hard across the face again with his heavy hand.
“I’M SORRY!” she screams as she tried to shelter herself from another blow.
“Don’t you ever disrespect my woman again,” he tosses her to the floor. “Remember your damn place! You’re club property.” He placed his dirty boot on her throat. You know who I am. You know what I’m capable of. Step out of line again, I’ll fuck you up!”
Chanel stared from Mud Dawg to Samantha, then back to him again. God help her; her cunt is throbbing and juices are seeping down her thighs. She likes his anger.
“Get rid of this” he directs the order to Utah whom walked into the room. He looks confused as he glances around the room. However, Priest strolls over and picks up the sobbing Samantha.
“Let’s trade,” he winked at Chanel. “It’s been a while since I ate some chocolate.”
“This isn’t the time to fuck with me man!” Mud Dawg growled at Priest.
“I’m joking damn, lighten up! Sweetie, go fuck him. He’s got some pent up anger he needs to release,” Priest replies with a sexy grin.
“You want her gone or you just want me to get her the hell out of the room?” Utah asked as he took Samantha from Priest.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do with her!” Mud Dawg replied as his eyes cut over towards Roland whom is shaking his head at the spectacle in the room. He leans against the door frame. His arms fold across his chest and his eyes are full of judgement.
“You should put some ice on that” Chanel smugly commented to Samantha.
Utah shrugs as he held onto the sobbing Samantha. “I’ll just take her out of here for now,” he pulls her out of the room.
“You’re woman?” Roland questioned. “Did I miss something?” He said as he walks over to Chanel and Mud Dawg. She didn’t look anything like he expected.
“Chanel, this Roland, the club president and my stepfather.”
“Hmmm,” he laughed. “Civilians, they’re hard to train, heed my warning,” he replied as he walks towards the bar.
“Nice to meet you,” Chanel replied as she turns to face him.
“That’s because you don’t know me well enough yet” Roland replied as he grabs a beer from underneath the bar.
Laughter fills the room. Without responding, the still fuming Mud Dawg takes Chanel by the hand. He led her through the kitchen and out the back door.
“Where are we going?” Chanel calls out to him as she picks up her pace to keep up with his steps.
He didn’t respond.
They were heading towards what she thinks is a garage. “I guess Roland won’t be inviting me over again anytime soon,” Chanel softly joked.
“You’re not fucking him so he doesn’t have to like you!” They approach the garage and he slings the door open as they step inside. He let go of her hand as he exhaled with a deep sigh. “Sorry about all of that crap that happen in there. I didn’t think it would go down that way. “Roland was just screwing around; he doesn’t have a beef with you.”
“Good to know. It’s wasn’t your fault about Samantha. I knew something was going to happen today with me coming here. So many women that use to bring you to physical therapy. I knew that one of them would say something; I figured it would be her. Plus for some twisted reason, seeing you slap the shit out of Samantha turn me on,” she chuckled. “I got issues.”
“I won’t put my hand on you like that.” He said as he looked her straight in the eyes.
“You better not. I don’t want to have to shoot you!”
“So it’s like that huh?” He asks with a smirk. “I saw that fire in your eyes. You’re squashing your inner bad ass.”
“I can handle myself when it’s necessary.”
“Good, I need a woman with good aim. It might come in handy one day.”
Chanel laughs. “So what’s all of this stuff?” She points to the items in the garage.
He walks over to a motorcycle that seemed to be in the middle of repair. “I was working on this one. Then the accident slowed down the process. I should be able to get a lot done on it this winter.”
“I have a question.”
“Alright, go ahead and ask.”
“What is she to you, really?”
He looks over at her. “Samantha, she’s club property. She’s one of many women inside that club house that I’ve fucked. What she isn’t, what none of them are, is my woman.”
“What do you want me to be?”
“What you already are, mine.”
She walks towards the bike. She reaches out and touches the rusty frame. “This needs a lot of work.”
“Anything worth having, takes time and work.”
“I guess” she moves over to look at another motorcycle in the middle of repair. No matter how upset she feels her cunt is still throbbing. Seeing him defend her without even thinking twice about it. If she’s being honest with herself she’s happy he’d knocked that bitch on her ass.
He rubs his hands across his face. There’s something about her that had gotten under his skin and in a good way. “Come on” he took her by the hand again and led her through a door and into another section of the garage. “This is my mudding truck.” he said with pride.
“It’s big and dirty, kind of like you,” she laughs. As she touches the driver side door of the big, black and green truck.
“Yep,” he smiles as he inspects the vehicle. “You think you’d want to do some off road mudding with me?”
“Absolutel
y” she replied as she walks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist. She presses her face against his leather, taking in the sweet smell of leather and her man. She reaches down and unzips his jeans. She then took her hand and placed it inside of his pants.
He began to moan as she strokes him. She moved herself in front of him. “I want your cock in my mouth,” she firmly states. She pushes his tee shirt up and began bathing his chest with her tongue.
He grips a hand full of her hair and forces her head back. “Say please.”
“Please let me suck your cock.” She said as she slid down onto her knees. He looks down at her as she takes his cock out. He let out a loud moan as she bathes his cock with her tongue.
Her tongue slid across his thick head as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. The muscles in his stomach grew tight. Her mouth lathers his shaft from top to bottom. She didn’t care if anyone walked in on them. In fact she hopes that one of those bitches inside saw them.
“Oh God, FUCK! He yells as she sucks him harder.
He began pumping in and out of her mouth and it was her turn to moan. “You want it rough? You want it hard?” he grunted.
“Yes, please yes,” she mumbles against his cock.
“So do I,” he groaned.
Mud Dawg took his cock from her mouth. She yelped as he grips her throat and brings her to her feet. He pushes her up against the truck. Her pussy throbs as he squeezes her throat.
“Take your tits out!”
She reaches down and lifts up her tee shirt. Then she pulls her breast out her bra.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She moans as she squeezed them, pulling and twisting as he smiles his approval.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
She obeys.
He releases her hair but left one hand on her throat. He lowers his hand and grabs her tit.
She yelps out in a pleasurable pain.
“Are you my bitch?” he grunts as he smacks her tit again.
“Yes” she moans.
From one to another he slaps her full breast until they felt like they were on fire. She moved her hands up to cover her breast.
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