Revelators MC: Highway To Hell

by Britt Collins

  “Did I tell you to move your hands?” he question with a scowl on his face.

  “No,” she shook her head.

  “Say you’re sorry!”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re learning,” he spun her around and presses her up against the side of the truck. “Take your pants off.” He licks the side of her face.

  She squirms, in anticipation of what he might do to her. She wants him to use those heavy hands of his on her ass again. Make them sting like her tits are feeling. Lowering her pants she kicks them to the side.

  “Now remove your panties.”

  Sliding them down, she kicks them to the side as well and they land on her jeans.

  Her ass is already sore from the spanking earlier that day. The first hard slap to her ass caused her to shriek out loud. As with her breast, he works on her butt cheeks, each blow harder than the last.

  He yanks her hair back; contouring her backwards to look up at him. He needs to feel himself buried deep inside her. He loves taste of her, the smell of her. Even the sound of her voice brought out a hunger in him he’d never felt before. Reluctantly he takes his mouth from hers. “Spread your legs” he orders with a moan as he spreads her legs apart.

  Releasing her hair pulls her lower body back to him and bent her forward. He likes seeing her natural, heavy breast hanging. He slides his cock into her pussy and starts pounding away at his bitch.

  He held her up as her legs buckles when he slid his long, thick cock all the way out and back in again. He grunts as he thrust himself harder and harder inside of her.

  She closes her eyes as she screams out loud. “Oh God” she pants as he rides her hard.

  He snatches on her hair even harder. “You like that? You like that slut?”

  She could do nothing but moan. His wraps his bulging bicep around her upper body and pulls her even closer to him.

  “Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she screams. “Please baby” she murmurer. Her eyes are smoldering as he thrust himself inside of her. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  He squeezes hard as he pounds her. He let out a loud grunt as he sank his huge cock into her up to the hilt. “You’re fucking mine.”

  Chanel couldn’t respond, he was controlling her air. Tears of joy, excitement and fear rolled down her cheeks. He has her back arched in a contorted C. She’s looking up at the man she didn’t think she could live without. It was too fast, too crazy but that didn’t matter. She’d thrown caution to the wind.

  He bites her bottom lip and she could feel the primal rage inside of him coming forward. He let go of her throat and slaps her across the face. She likes it. What the hell is wrong with her? He spits in her mouth, then he shoves his tongue inside.

  “Fuck your pussy feels good,” he moans into her ear as he increases his speed. He felt her body shiver and her legs shake, then she whimpers against his mouth.

  He soon follows as he let out a strangled cry, spilling himself deep inside of her. He held onto her as they both gathered their breath. He turns her around and kneels down between her legs. He began licking his own cream that is dripping from her wet pussy.

  Chanel threw her head back as she soon felt the hint of another orgasm rising. She wasn’t going to make it to Archangel tonight with her friends.

  ***

  Pontius walks into the bedroom just as Utah pulls his cock out of Samantha. He motions with his finger for Utah to exit. The kid climbs off of her and shoves his dick back into his jeans.

  “Her cunt is like the Mojave Desert, you’re going to need some lube,” Utah said as he exited.

  Samantha rolls over and scoots herself up to a sitting position on the bed. “Give me a minute, alright?” Her tears from being slapped by Mud Dawg had long since dried up though the bruise on her face remained.

  “I’m here to help you.” He said as he closes the door behind him.

  “What?” Samantha looks at him cautiously. The Revelators didn’t offer help unless a choke string is attached.

  “Are you really going to let that woman come in here and take what you’ve been working towards?”

  “I put so much time into him,” Samantha angrily replied. “All those damn trips driving him to physical therapy. Sitting there bored out of my mind. Then all that freaky, kinky stuff he likes. I mean you know the things he and Double Dip made me do to the both of them.”

  “Trust me when I say, that bitch won’t last. He’s just going through a phase. He’ll probably be into Asian chicks next who knows. Pussy is pussy.” Pontius tries not to show how angry he is at Roland, Mud Dawg and Clutch. Deep inside, he wants to rip this club apart and the factions that control it. He might be the VP but that didn’t mean a damn thing. Roland and his motley crew he calls sons are the real power behind the Revelators. Rank didn’t mean shit anymore to these guys. He wants them to suffer this was a good opportunity to fuck with him.

  Samantha didn’t know what Pontius angle is and she didn’t really care. If he’s willing to do something to help her, she’d take it.

  Pontius kept quiet for a moment, he knew women like Samantha inside and out. He slowly walks over to her. He lifts Samantha’s face and turns her towards him. “You got three kids sweetie and a shitty at the motel at night. Let’s be honest, you don’t have the body to strip unless they put you on stage during the day and we both know you won’t make money to feed your kids. You might be upset with him right now but you need a strong man like Mud Dawg. By right he had to put you in your place. You know better than to disrespect him like that. He’s not your problem, she is. So if you want, I’ll help you get rid of her.”

  Mud Dawg clearly has real feeling for Chanel. Which Pontius is more than willing to use against him. Truth is he’s also still pissed off at Mud Dawg for snatching Kickers out from under him. The ownership of the bar was supposed to be temporary but when he didn’t pay back the money he owned him. Mud Dawg kept it. He had no fucking respect for Pontius and his position in the club.

  “This is nothing” she pointed to her face. “I’ve seen what he can do to people. What does he want with her huh? Do you think she’s prettier than me?”

  Actually yes he did. Samantha might have been pretty once but she most certainly has seen better days. Too much hard drinking, smoking has done a job on her. “No she’s not prettier than you. He’s going through a phase like I said.” Pontius gave her a fatherly smile with the lie. “He’s just thinking with his dick right now. She’s doing freaky shit to him, got his head all twisted in the wrong direction.”

  Samantha stared at him. She’d been through worse, had worse done to her. “Do you think he’ll stop me from being around the Revelators?” she questioned. The idea of that frightens her more than anything else. She loves her life with the club.

  Pontius shrugs. “Who knows but if we do something about Chanel, he’s going to need someone in his bed. No reason that can’t be you again. Just think about it.”

  She thought about her options for a moment. “How do you suggest I get break them up?”

  “I still have that video he made with you and April and I also have her cell phone number. All the officers have it. I’ll get you a pre-pay. Let the video speak for itself. She’ll have no way of knowing that it’s old. She’s a civilian that’s dabbling in our life. She won’t want him if she thinks he’s fucking around on her. I heard him telling Clutch how her ex-husband use to cheat on her. The sex tap will go for the jugular. She won’t recover from seeing that. She’ll end it, trust me.”

  “What do you get out of this?”

  His eyes narrow sand that scares her. She wanted Chanel gone but this might be too risky. If Mud Dawg found out, the hell she’d pay she didn’t even want to imagine it.

  “That’s none of your business,” he replied as he turns to walk out of the room. He stops when he reached the door. He spun around and walks back towards the bed.

  Samantha pulls her feet up to give him room if he chose to sit down.

  �
�I haven’t been in here long enough. It’ll look suspicious. You may as well make yourself useful.” He unzips his pants and takes out his flaccid cock.

  Faking an appreciative smile, Samantha climbs off of the bed and turns herself around. She braced herself for his penetration. Without lube he shoves his cock deep inside her ass. His old balls began slapping against her backside. The only enjoyment she’s feels is that Pontius is a minute man. In a few moments he’d spray his weak juice all over her ass. Then he’d fall back onto the bed huffing and puffing like he’d done something amazing.

  “Yeah, yeah daddy, right there. Fuck me daddy!” She pretends to breath heavy.

  Like clockwork a minute later he covered her ass and lays back on the bed. She watches him as she wipes herself clean with her tee shirt. She has no second thoughts about sending the video. Sooner or later she’d wear out her use for the club then where would she be? It is a risky move but she sure as hell didn’t want to be Pontius Ol’lady.

  Chapter Seven

  Angie nudges Monica when she spots Chanel walking in through the restaurant door. “She looks different?” She whispers under her breath.

  “She’s dressed like a biker chick.” Monica replied, the look of disappointment was written all over her face.

  “She dressed like you in a pair of jeans and a blouse. What I meant is, she looks happy.” Angie retorted.

  Chanel waves at them and smiles as she heads towards the table. She hugs both of her friends before sitting down. “Sorry I’m late. I had to wait till Mud Dawg brought me his truck. The insurance company still hasn’t sent me my check. I hope it’s soon. I’m tired of calling them.”

  “It's alright. We’re just glad that you could come.” Monica said as she taps her nails on the side of her glass of water. “You bailed on going with us to Archangel; we haven’t seen you in over a month.”

  “I know, sorry but I text you both all the time.”

  “Text us but you don’t call us.”

  “Sorry, we’ve been busy.”

  “We, you two are practically an old married couple,” Angie screws up her face.

  “Funny,” Chanel smiles. “So how are you both doing?”

  “Alright” both women reply at the same time.

  “What’s new?” She asks her friends.

  “Well I know this chick that has lost her damn mind.” Monica replies with attitude.

  “Can I at least get something to food in me before you start Mud Dawg bashing?”

  Angie tried to smile.

  “So this chick you know, maybe she and I can hang because you two are thinking the same thing about me?” She sarcastically replies with a laugh.

  Neither woman found her comments amusing.

  “How does his club feel about him dating you?” Angie couldn’t hold back her question for a second longer. She’d grew up in Apache Grove and yes some people would rather go to the Revelators for help than to the police. They’ve always scared her. They ride through town like they own the place and everyone in it. In her opinion they’re nothing but big fish in a small pond. Everyone kisses their ass, including Chief Purnell.

  Chanel bit back her annoyance. This was going to be harder than she imagined. “I know what you’re implying. Einstein is black, he’s a Revelator. They also have Hispanic members too. Animal and Double Dip.”

  “Hmmm” Monica made a weird face. “What’s it like, the clubhouse?” Monica asked. “I imagine some dark and dirty place that smell like cigarettes and whiskey.”

  “Well, the smell is about right lol” Chanel laughed. “It’s pretty nice actually.”

  “Are they nice to you?” Monica asked.

  “I haven't had any trouble since the first time I went. Some of the women act a little funny but that’s because most of them have slept with Mud Dawg and they want to be his Ol’lady but I am. They just hatin.”

  “Did you just call yourself his Ol’lady?” Monica frowned.

  “Yes I did. I’m a True Believer bitch!” she laughs hard.

  “What kind of trouble did you have at the clubhouse?” Angie piped in.

  “This woman came at me, talking shit, calling that fat bitch from Motions.”

  “I hope you knocked that bitch on her ass!” Angie said.

  “You know me; I wasn’t one to fight a woman over a man. Even with my ex-husband, I didn’t want to fight anyone. I mean he knew he was married why I would go after some woman? He made the commitment to me and broke it they didn’t. Now with Mud Dawg, I’ll whop a bitch over him but I didn’t have too. He slapped the shit out of her, twice. Then he made her apologize to me.” Chanel replied as she looks around the restaurant. “Have you two ordered? I’m starving?”

  “No, we told the server to come back.” Angie motioned for the waiter. They didn’t need to look at the menu. It’s their usual place to meet up for lunch and each woman always got the same thing. “You don’t have a problem with him hitting a woman.”

  “She called me a fat bitch in a room full of people. He slapped her. I wanted to knock the hell out of her. She was lucky he hit her and not me.” Chanel eyed her two friends. She’d had been putting off their usual lunch. She didn’t want to deal with in person the things they’d been saying in their text messages. “So did you two make a list or you’re just going to wing your intervention? This is how it happens in all the fiction biker books you know. Well the ones where the woman involved is a civilian and she’d dating the bad boy biker. Her friends and family always try to point out how bad the guy is.”

  “Civilian?” Angie questioned.

  “Yeah, I’m an outsider, I’m not a biker.”

  “I made a list,” Monica smirked as she pulled her iPad from her Michael Kors bag.

  “Wow, you really did make a list,” Chanel sat back and waited. It didn’t matter what her friends thought, she isn’t giving up her man.

  “We’re not here to fight with you.” Monica said as she reaches across the table and touches her hand.

  “I have no plan on arguing with either of you either. I know that you’re just worried about me. I’ll admit I’ve been selfish lately. I haven’t been around like I use too. Trust me I can balance friendship and having a man. It’s just that I really do care about him. I’m learning more and more about the biker lifestyle.”

  “I’m just going to begin. He’s a criminal” Monica nudges Angie. Who then reaches into her purse and pulled out a large manila envelope and hands it to Chanel.

  Chanel opens the envelope and removes the thick packet of papers. “What’s this?” she puckers her brow.

  “It’s his criminal record,” Angie replied.

  Chanel flips through the pages. “How did you get this?”

  “We paid for it online,” Monica answered.

  “I know he’s done bad things.” She glanced up from the papers. “You were cheated, this isn’t complete.” She shakes her head. “Mud Dawg actually has a copy. This, this isn’t accurate, it’s much thicker than this.” She shakes her head again as she places the papers back inside the envelope. She then slid it across the table towards Angie.

  “Did you really read it?” Angie asked. “His crimes are violent. Aggravated assault, resisting arrest, weapons charges the list goes on and on.” She picks up the papers and turn to one of the pages. “Here, look right here! He did five years in Indiana State on an aggravated assault charge.”

  Chanel sighed. “I know what’s he’d done. I don’t need to look. What else you got on your list?”

  Monica rolls her eyes and looks back down at her iPad. “He’s sheltering you.”

  “No, he’s not. We like spending time together. He’s romantic. I know he doesn’t seem like he would be but he is. We go on long motorcycle rides just the two of us and…”

  She didn’t finish her sentence before Angie spoke up again.

  “It’s too fast. One percent biker dude trying to wife you up all ready.” She firmly shakes her head. “That’s a bad sign, it’s controlling
and he wants something from you.”

  Chanel laughed. “I don’t have anything to take. I have credit card debts out the ass. I rent the house that I live in. The most valuable thing owned was my car and that was shot up. I have a grand total of five hundred and forty dollars in my saving account. So please tell me what is it that he wants from me?”

  “Do you really feel like he’s sincere? In your heart do you think he’s faithful? I know you don’t want to go through again what you did with your ex-husband.”

  Chanel didn’t want to think about the all the women at the clubhouse, especially Samantha. They hadn’t had another run in but Samantha is still hanging around the Revelators. The women did cater too, swarm around all the men not just Mud Dawg.

  The silence at the table is deafening. “I want to be with him. I’m not going to lie. Yeah I worry about women that surround the club. I have to trust him or what we’re trying to build won’t mean anything.”

  “Why do you have to get so serious so fast?” Monica keeps on verbally poking at her.

  “Think about it, we’ve been talking with each other the whole time he was in physical therapy. When we finally hooked up, we just clicked as a couple. That can’t be a bad thing can it?”

  “I don’t know,” Monica responded. “I want you to be happy.” She glanced over at Angie. “I’ll also admit that maybe I’m feeling a little left out because I don’t see you as much.”

  Chanel forced a smiles. “You’re my friends and you’ll always be my friends. Nothing is going to change that.”

  “You want a drama free life,” Monica pointed her finger at her. “Remember you said that after your divorce. No more drama.”

  “This is different.” The server finally brought their food and drinks. Chanel takes a much needed sip of her tea.

  “How is it different?”

  “He’s a different man, he’s not my ex-husband.”

  Monica put her iPad away. She needs to try another tactic. “Remember that guy I was dating a few months ago, Darnell?” She asked. She had debated on telling Chanel what she had heard.

  Chanel nodded. “Well I ran into him at the gas station the other day. He said that his cousin Shawn; he was found dead in an alley. His body had been dumped there. He’d heard that he was supposed to meet up with some people at a warehouse over on Boone Street.”