Undercover MC

by Olivia Ruin

  Thinking quickly, I opened the bar fridge and pulled out two cold beers. It’s a long shot, but worth a try. Frank was set up to see anyone approaching the table, but he was deeply involved with Jed sitting beside him, so it was possible they wouldn’t notice me until I overheard something.

  My plan went for naught when Frank caught me out of the corner of his eye and cut off his sentence mid-word. I had just gotten close enough to start to be able to make out individual words, but all I heard was “... those stupid bean...”

  Jed looked over when Frank stopped talking, and sprang out of his seat to come and take the beers from my hands. “Thanks, Leslie, but don’t come over here again, got it?” He said it in a reassuring way, but there was no mistaking the threat implicit in Frank’s stare.

  “Sorry, Jed. Just saw that you boys didn’t have anything to drink and thought I would take care of that for you!” I kept my voice cheerfully upbeat, as though I didn’t realize that I had interrupted anything of consequence.

  “I appreciate it,” Jed said. “We appreciate it.” Frank’s continuing stare said otherwise. “Just go back and mind the bar, and I’ll come and see you when we’re done, ok?”

  It was a clear dismissal, and even the normal girl I was role-playing as would have taken it as such. “Sure thing boss.”

  I stood behind the bar, pouring a beer or whiskey every few minutes for one of the club members who ran dry. It was unlike any other bar I had been in the way that none of the men sat on the stools at the bar itself. Last night had been the same thing. Instead I made the rounds and took orders, or sometimes a man would come up to the bar and ask me immediately. From the way their eyes followed my curves around, I could tell that I was their favorite new decoration.

  A big man, both in weight and stature, squeezed through the front door. His hair was full on grey, and he was easily the oldest member of the club I had seen except for the decrepit bar man, Steve. His dark leather jacket was emblazoned with the patch that denoted a member of the brass. From my preparation I knew him as the treasurer of the club, Gus.

  He came directly up to the bar and took a seat in front of me, to my surprise. “Well hello there young thing. I heard rumors that we’d finally given Steve retirement and Jed had hired a pretty woman to replace him, but they didn’t do you any justice.”

  I decidedly immediately that I liked Gus. He spoke with the candor of someone who knew he ranked high enough that no one could take offense and yet old enough that he didn’t have to play politics.

  “I’m Leslie,” I said. “It’s good to meet you...?”

  “Gus. I’m the treasurer for the Winged Enemy, in case you hadn’t heard of me yet. How do you like the boys in the club, Leslie? I’ll take a whiskey.”

  I sized up Gus and poured him a double, to his delight. “Well I only got into town a couple of days ago and came in looking for work last night, so I don’t actually know much about the club. Jed is really the only one I’ve talked to so far.” I decided that the ignorance card had the potential to win me far more information than any other approach. “You said you’re called the Winged Enemy?” I made my eyes go as wide as possible without looking ridiculous.

  He knocked back the whiskey in one shot and slammed it on the bar for me to refill. “Are you serious, Jed didn’t even tell you the name? What the hell was he doing with you before you started then?” His eyes twinkled at me as I blushed a deep red. “I guess that’s no surprise. Pretty girl like you, strapping young man like him. It’s only natural.”

  “Well,” I started, self-conscious even underneath my cover, “I mean, that’s not something I usually do, go off and sleep with a man to get a job. I was an accident!”

  Gus nodded sagely. “Nothing wrong with a happy accident here and there. You should at least know the basics, if you’re supposed to run around and keep up with the guys here.” Gus shook himself mightily, joints creaking with age and in protest at his enormous size. “Now then, Frank over there in the back corner is the club’s president, and beside him is Jed, who you know already. He’s the club’s vice president.”

  The two men were still fighting, fingers jabbing into the papers on the table as each tried to make his point sink into the other man’s skull. Gus let out a gusty sigh as we watched them. “Usually the vice president acts as the president’s right arm, carrying out his orders, watching his back, and they present a united face to the rest of the men. As you can see, there are some difficulties there now, although it wasn’t always like that.”

  “What are they fighting about?” I felt it was safe to ask the question directly to Gus. He seemed like a laidback person, as far as outlaw bikers went.

  “At this moment? Who knows. I think the resentment has been building between the two of them for a couple of years now, and it’s to the point where it’s obvious that Jed disagrees with nearly everything Frank decides.” Gus finished his second double whiskey and set the glass down. I dutifully filled it a third time. “Jed is far too popular with the men for Frank to dispose of, and Frank has been leading us for over twenty years with no missteps, so they are at a bit of an impasse. Enough about that, though!”

  Gus then spent almost an hour laying out the structure of the club and the key players, as well as going over the origins of the name and significant historical points. It was nothing new to me, but I couldn’t do anything other than pretend an intense interest and hope that the drunker Gus got, the more likely he would let something more useful slip.

  The only tidbit that answered any of my burning questions was when Gus explained the reason that the barstools were almost always vacant.

  “It’s a long-held tradition that only members of the executive committee are allowed to sit at the bar directly. That’s one that we aren’t quite sure of the origins, but is probably as simple as the management never wanting to have to wait for a drink. I’m not complaining.” I had watched in amazement as Gus downed whiskey after whiskey, and there was no discernable change in his behavior as far as I could tell. The man was a master at handling his liquor.

  I saw Jed and Frank stand up from their table out of the corner of my eye, and the tenseness between the two of them could have frozen the room until Frank left through a back door that I hadn’t even noticed until that moment. Jed walked to the center of the bar and stood with his hands on his hips. “Alright men, I’m closing it down.”

  A wave of protest met Jed’s words, but he stood resolute. “You know what tonight’s bringing, so everyone go home and rest up. No more drinking until tomorrow.”

  Good-natured grumbling ran through the bikers, but their respect for Jed was obvious as they did what they were told.

  “Looks like you have an early end to your shift today,” Gus said. “I’ll see you back here tomorrow.”

  “Wait, what’s going on?” I asked him.

  The stool creaked as he eased his way off it and onto his poor legs. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that miss. Club business, leave it at that.” Throughout the entire past hour Gus had talked about the club as though it was any upstanding business, but now his tone grew guarded.

  Gus wandered off towards the door, unable to move his huge frame with any sort of speed. Jed watched him go, and then it was just the two of us in the bar together. I felt my breath hitch just from looking at him and his eyebrows narrowed in thought.

  “I know you’re probably wondering what’s going on, but I’m afraid I can’t tell you,” Jed said. “We have some club business to take care of late tonight, so I’m shutting the bar down now so that the men can prepare properly. You can head home, but I’d like it if you could come in tomorrow. The men are going to want and deserve a nice day off to relax and celebrate.”

  He had closed the distance to the bar while he spoke, and I came around the long wooden surface so that there was nothing in between us.

  “Are you sending me home, just like the men?” I looked up at him, doe-eyed, hoping to see any indication that I had gained influence ov
er him. “I was hoping that we might get a chance to... connect more.”

  There, I put it out there. If I’m going to fuck Jed, then I’m going to do it until I get what I need from him. And they say that women aren’t as career-focused as men.

  Those eyes softened in a way that looked unnatural in his rough and strong face. “How about you drive home, and I’ll follow you there. You don’t want to hook up here, it’s filthy.”

  “You have a deal.” My heart was doing somersaults inside my chest, and I convinced myself that it was because I was making progress towards fulfilling my mission.

  The next fifteen minutes were a blur as I helped Jed shut down and lock up the bar. I just invited a biker back to my place. To have sex. Fuck, this is so not by the book.

  It took all of five minutes to get across the small town to the shitty apartment that was a part of my cover. All the way there I couldn’t keep my eyes off the pitch black bike behind me and the powerful outline of the man riding it. I ran a stop sign and almost knocked over an old woman at the same intersection, and I could almost feel Jed’s cocky grin as he watched my erratic driving from behind.

  I pulled into the driveway for the duplex where I was staying. Nightshade rumbled to a halt just behind my rear bumper. My body got shivery and turned on just from the sound of that sultry engine.

  I got out of my car and slammed the door shut. I didn’t even look at Jed, just walked up to my front door, unlocked it, and walked inside without looking back. My clothes were torn off with no subtlety or tact, and I left them scattered behind me as a trail for Jed to follow.

  By the time he arrived in my bedroom, I was stark naked, lying on the bed. My legs were slightly parted, and I caught his eyes fixed at the junction of my legs as he came through the door. “Why the fuck do you still have clothes on?”

  As a virile young man I’m certain that he had never been put on the defensive sexually as much as I had in the past fourteen hours. A bemused look crossed his face as he carefully removed his jacket and laid it to the side. Another one of his plain black t-shirts was underneath, this one showing signs of wear. My breath caught as he casually pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side, revealing the sculpted body that I knew was there.

  Every muscle was shaped exceptionally well and perfectly in its place. I got a clear look at the tattoos on his arms for the first time, and the one across his ribs that read trust. I longed to run my hands over his abs and across those broad shoulders, but I forced myself to remain aloof. The key is to be different than any girl he’s had before. I’m sure he’s had sex plenty, but I want him to want me more than just a way to get his dick wet.

  The belt buckle went next, and the button on his jeans. With a slight tug on his zipper, the pants fell to the ground and revealed his package. Commando, nice. I had already had it in my mouth and inside my pussy, but it looked even nicer than it felt. My mouth started watering, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back much longer from pinning him down and taking what I wanted, what I needed.

  It was time to see if he was willing to take command from me. I caught his eyes, and I held up a finger. I reversed direction, and spread my legs while I tapped at the top of my slit.

  To my immense satisfaction, this naked Adonis crawled onto the bed and settled between my legs. I had no need for foreplay; the entire drive over from the bar had been enough for me. I could smell my arousal perfuming the room, and I knew he must as well. I needed his mouth on me.

  It was time to see what kind of lover Jed was. I knew that he could fuck; the way he had taken control of my face last night had proved it right off the bat. But could he transcend that? I sensed many layers to him; there was more than just a biker to his being.

  Jed’s hot breath washed over me, and I let my head fall back as I focused on the trail the humid air blew over my skin. His mouth hovered over me, not diving in like I wanted him to and needed him to, and the inaction drove me mad with lust.

  My resolve to lay back and be the reserved queen under his ministrations took a serious hit as I couldn’t stop my hips from shifting, lifting slightly off the bed, desperately trying to make contact with that tease of a mouth. I could almost feel the difference in his breath and didn’t even have to look to know he was smiling at his small victory.

  For minutes he just hovered there. I looked down, and the sight of his muscled shoulders holding his torso up just added to the fire burning within me. I broke down, and thrust my hips more forcefully up at Jed’s face. No matter how much I tried, he was always an inch above, tracking my every movement.

  “Fuck, Jed, please,” I said.

  “Please what?” His voice rumbled into me, through me, made me melt.

  “Fucking lick me! I need you to lick me so fucking bad!” There wasn’t any time for eloquence. Everything paled in that moment to how much I needed to feel his mouth on my sex. The mission, my career, nothing mattered as much as getting those lips to take me where I knew they could.

  He obliged, and my body soared at the feeling of his lips and tongue making themselves at home on my pussy. The scent of my slickness filled the room even more powerfully than before, and I could only imagine how strong the taste must be. Jed lapped at my womanhood skillfully, and my gasps and moans were a testament to his ability as a lover.

  I reached down and luxuriated in the feeling of his shoulder muscles bulging under his skin, contained in such a pretty package. Well we’ve certainly proven that the man can lick. That feels majestic.

  He was getting me close, but I wanted to come with him inside of me. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged on it, welcoming him up and into my arms. He was a mass of muscle and flesh above me, holding himself up on his arms. I couldn’t stop looking at his body. It was as close to perfection as any man that I had ever slept with.

  My hands pulled on his ass, pushing him against me, and helping him to penetrate me. My lips cracked open and let out an artful moan as I pulled him deeper. I wrapped my legs around his body, opening myself to him.

  Jed began careful, measured thrusts into me, his member filling me and going deeper than it had last night. It felt perfect as it reached the deepest parts of me, and I pulsed my muscles around him in order to give back some of that pleasure. We writhed together, dancing to voiceless music, creating a beautiful harmony amidst the ramshackle surroundings of my cheap apartment.

  His groans matched with my moans to punctuate the highlights, the moments when we connected on a deep and meaningful level. Every stroke brought us closer together, and I lifted my head to taste the sweat on his neck, urging him into me faster and faster.

  I reached my maximum, and Jed followed soon after. Just as the previous night, he came deep inside of me, and the heat of his release pushed me to an immediate second orgasm, just as deep as the first one. Spent from thrusting, he covered my body with his weight but kept just enough on his elbows that it wasn’t overwhelming.

  We lay there, panting. His head rested in the crook of my neck while my hands played with his hair.

  “Oh man,” I said. “That was on a whole other level. I wish I had a cookie jar beside my bed so that I could reward you for good behavior.”

  He laughed, a rumble that went right through me and made me giddy. “And what part of that was this good behavior you’re talking about?”

  I gave it some thought before I replied. “Following instructions. It’s good to know my new boss can be so... pliable. Might make work more enjoyable than past jobs I’ve had.”

  “I think you may have the roles reversed there. I think next time it will be my turn to see how well you can follow direction.” Jed rolled off of me and spread out beside me. “Although I am mightily impressed with everything I’ve seen of you so far.”

  “Well thank you!” Here was my chance to do some discreet digging in his post-orgasmic mind. He was definitely in the most open mood I’d yet seen him. “And I am pretty impressed with you. Although I have to say I’m a bit worried abou
t you. It doesn’t look like your friend Frank likes you very much.”

  Jed hesitated, and I worried that I may have come in a bit too heavily. Please don’t duck around it, I need to start getting some answers!

  “No, it’s true. We don’t like each other too much. We got along great back when I first became the vice president of the club behind him, but he’s changed since then.” I rolled to my side in time to see his eyes looking far beyond the ceiling, lost in thought.

  Excellent! He’s in the perfect mood. I started idly tracing small circles on his chest, both to please myself and also to help keep a calm atmosphere.

  “In what way has he changed? I would have thought he’s at the age where you don’t change too much from what you know.” I kept my voice low and unintrusive so as to not interrupt his introspection.

  Jed was quiet for a moment, searching for a way to put into words something that he has known to be true for years. “Frank has... he just... you have to understand. The way we live our lives, it’s not what most people do. We’re called an outlaw motorcycle club for a reason, and it’s because the strict laws of the land don’t appeal to us. We love to live a freer live, under our own rules, doing our own thing.

  “If we break some laws and do some petty crime, it’s usually something small and something that helps pay the bills or facilitate our way of life. We’re not like a crime family, like the mafia, where crime is part of our identity. The life comes first, and it always has.” Jed quieted for a moment, but I knew he wasn’t done, so I patiently waited, continuing to trace my fingertips across his muscled chest. “Frank has lost sight of that, I think. He’s becoming more and more motivated by the money, by the payoff, and he’s forgotten what it’s all for.”

  This was an interesting insight to the troubles within the club, and it would help in my further efforts to glean information, but it wasn’t anything I could use, in and of itself. The DEA already knew that the Winged Enemy Motorcycle Club was involved in some pretty heavy stuff. I needed more specifics.