White Hot

by Carmen Faye

  “What about those guys who come over every once in a while to talk with Neil?” Sydney asked.

  “If he didn’t think he could trust them, he wouldn’t have asked them over,” she said.

  “True, but he wouldn’t be the first person to trust someone who betrayed him,” Sydney pointed out.

  “So, what are you saying? You think we should go back? Sell for someone who will probably kill us as soon as we poke our heads out?” she asked calmly.

  Sydney frowned. “Yeah, that could be true as well, and more likely than him finding us.”

  “Look,” Shayla explained, “The bottom line is, he can’t be trusted. If we go back, he has all the cards. He can stiff us on quality and quantity and what are we going to do about it? Complain? He’ll just laugh in our faces and we’ll have no recourse. And he’ll do it too, just to fuck us in the ass. If we are going to deal again, it won’t be for him—and Neil and you are the only ones who get to fuck me in the ass.”

  “So, what do we do?” Sydney asked.

  She looked down at the phone and then back at Sydney and said, “We go tell Neil about the call, and then you have twenty-four hours to teach me how to fire a gun. That’s what we do. After that, we need to give Anton a bigger problem to worry about.”

  Sydney followed her into the studio where they waited until Neil acknowledged them and found a place where he felt like he could pause. He saved his work and then gave them his full attention. Shayla told him about the call, and the threat, and what they had discussed already. Then she outlined a plan to give Anton something serious to worry about, which would take his attention off them.

  Anton listened very closely, in that way he had of making her feel like she was the most important thing in his life—even more important than his music or his own life. She hoped that neither of those were true, but it still felt very good to have him pay that close attention to what she had to say.

  Sydney had a few things to say about the plan, and they talked between themselves for a while regarding consequences if they were caught by either the police or the Knights. After that, they both waited for Neil to say something—anything, since he had been quiet the whole time.

  “Well?” she finally said to Neil.

  “First, he doesn’t know where you are. He has no patience, and would have shown up, not called,” Neil started. “Second, you’re probably right—he’s hoping you’ll pop up so he can either kill you, or exploit you and then kill you. Third, don’t make the mistake of underestimating him. He didn’t become president of the Knights by being stupid or weak. He’s tough, tenacious, and very crafty, if not out-right intelligent.”

  Neil got up and stretched his back. “As for your idea, it would be very effective, and could even result in a vote of no confidence being called and passed. It would be the first time in club history that such a thing was done—which means it would make him mad as hell and the first chance he got he would focus every resource available to him on finding you and killing you—well, us. That’s not to say it shouldn’t be done, I’m just putting the dangers into perspective. But, I really need to give it some thought, because it’s not just going to affect him. It’s going to hurt the whole club, and basically, its treason. I need to consider that aspect of it before I agree to help.”

  “What about just killing him?” she asked.

  Neil looked at his computer monitor and then said, “That’s an option, except I’m not a murderer. Not yet, anyway. So far, I’ve only killed in self-defense. And even then, the actual death of the person wasn’t the primary goal of my actions—just making them stop trying to kill me would have been just fine.”

  “Even those Imperial Gangsters who jumped you?” she asked.

  “As far as I know, none of them died. They all made it to the hospital, but maybe one or two of them died there. I don’t know. I’m not really that concerned,” he admitted.

  “Oh. Is that why you missed, when you shot Anton at the apartment? You don’t feel the need to kill?” she asked.

  “Maybe. I usually hit what I’m aiming at. Looking back at it, I don’t consider threatening me to be a capital offense. So, maybe. Yes,” he mused.

  She nodded to this and paced a little, saying, “Well, I think he proved that he is a serious and lethal threat when he decided to gun you down with your two sisters on the back of your trike. He may have thought it was me and Sydney, but does that really matter? He pulled out his gun, chased you, cornered you, and took several shots at you with no regard for where he was at, witnesses, other possible victims of his actions—nothing. So, we need to do something. Waiting for him to make the next move is foolish. We can’t simply be defensive any more. We’ve done everything we can except move out of state to give him his space and the opportunity to leave us the fuck alone. So, we need to deal with him in a direct and aggressive manner. My plan doesn’t involve killing him or endangering anyone else. Yes, I agree, it will hurt the club, but it won’t kill anyone or get anyone else arrested, and the club will recover.”

  Neil put his hands on his hips in a thoughtful manner and looked at the floor for several beats, and then nodded his head, saying, “I agree, but I still need some time to think it through. Is that alright?”

  “Of course Neil,” she said. “We all need to agree with something this potent. And yes, you should think about it, and so should I and Sydney.”

  “Good, then we’ll talk about this again on Saturday,” he agreed.

  “What about Friday?” she asked. “The girls are coming over to spend the night with us. Should we cancel? If there’s even a chance that he could be telling the truth…”

  Neil shook his head and said, “If he hasn’t done anything by Thursday, then he’s bluffing. What concerns me, though, is what prompted the bluff? I need to make some calls and try to figure that out. Why this week and not last week? Why bluff at all? Why not show up and make his demands? Or, at the very least, prove to us somehow that he’s not bluffing? Like I said, he’s not stupid, and he doesn’t do much without reasons and counter-planning. He’s a very dangerous enemy to have.”

  “I’m starting to get that, and I’m sorry now that we ever got involved with this shit in the first place—other than it brought you into our lives,” she told him.

  He gave her a smile. “Think I’m really worth this shit?”

  “I think you’re worth this and a whole lot more. You’re worth my heart Neil. The whole thing,” Shayla told him, and stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and putting her forehead to his chest. “I’ll be happy though when this shit is over, and we can just be us, living together as a real family, without homicidal maniacs—intelligent or not—trying to kill one or all of us.”

  He reached down and took her ass into his hands and fondled it with deep probing fingers. She sighed and pressed her cheek to his chest, purring.

  He kissed the top of her head and then said, “On a change of subject, how you would feel about making a few movies for me?”

  She looked up to his eyes and asked, “Movies?”

  “I’m going on tour in a few weeks. At least, I will be if this stuff with Anton is settled in a satisfactory manner. So, I would like something a little more than a few pictures to take with me,” he told her.

  The gleam in his eye begged her to ask, “Are you talking about sexy movies?”

  “Yes I am,” he agreed.

  “How sexy?”

  “As sexy as we can make them,” he replied.

  “We have a history of getting pretty fucking sexy around here, Neil. Are you thinking of filming us fucking?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he told her.

  She bit her lip and turned to Sydney, raising a questioning eyebrow.

  Sydney said, “When?”

  “Oh,” she said, and looked back to Neil. “I, um, well… What do you want me to do?”

  “Nothing right now. Right now I would like to borrow your car. I need to go pick up a few things and they won’t fit
on the trike. It will only take me a little more than an hour. Then you two can go to the gun range, because I do think that is a good idea. Sydney and I both have guns in the house, and while we keep them safe, you should know how to at least handle a gun.”

  “I don’t see a problem with that. Sydney?” she asked.

  “Well,” Sydney said with a disappointed voice, “Now you got me all hot to make pornos for you. So, you better get out of here fast before I attack you. Both of you.”

  “Shayla will be staying here,” Neil offered.

  “Well, then you are going to me missing out on some photogenic moments while you are gone hubby,” Sydney told him. “Hurry back.”

  Neil gave Shayla’s ass a squeeze and then disengaged from her, saying, “Good luck.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  As he walked out, heading for the front door, she said, “I have the strangest feeling that I should be mad at one or both of you right now, but I can’t figure out why.”

  “Is it because you are about to get used like a Roman sex slave for the second time today?” Sydney asked with a mischievous grin.

  She shook her head slowly, while looking at her wife with sultry eyes. “As long as it is you or Neil using me, you can have me as often as you like, lover. Treat me like your whore, any time, any place.”

  They heard Neil open and close the door behind him. Then Sydney looked back to her. “Then get those clothes off and come out into the living room and dance for me.”

  “Alright,” she said, and untied her bikini knot behind her neck and followed Sydney out to the living room. “Mind if I put on some music?” she asked on the way.

  “Put on that really ambient one of Neil’s,” Sydney said, and pulled her boxers down her very sexy legs. For a tomboy, Sydney was anything but boyish in her looks. Her breasts were round and perky and firm. Her ass was round and tight. Her shape was a nearly perfect hourglass, the shape most women go for and few achieve when they are naked. She could easily be a model for Playboy. From what Shayla had seen of the magazine, which was admittedly not much, she was exactly the type they go for with their centerfolds. Since they started working out, which Sydney took to with a vengeance, she was even sexier than she had been before. There was no girlishness to her body any longer. Sydney was all woman now, and a fine example of the species.

  Shayla put on the music Sydney asked for and then finished pulling off her clothing, slowly and with as much grace as she was able. Sydney sat on the couch, watching her, and removed her tank top.

  “Can I ask you something, Sydney?”

  “As long as you are moving your hips while you do it,” Sydney told her.

  She smiled and started to dance to the music, moving her hips and running her hands down her sides. “Are you still thinking you want babies with Neil?”

  Sydney thought before answering. “Not really. Not like I was. I think that was more or less a lack of language skills. I mean, how can you really know what ‘intimate’ means if you’ve never really been intimate with a man? I said I wanted babies with him, because that was the most intimate and committed relationship bonding I could think of at the time. Now, we are so fucking close and loving with him, that having babies is sort of superfluous in meaning. If he asked me, I’d stop using the pill and have one as soon as I could. No doubt in my mind. But I don’t think he’s in a hurry and I’m so overwhelmed by our intimacy level and the commitment we have to each other, that I’m not in any hurry either. What about you?”

  “Pretty much the same,” she said thoughtfully, trying not to let the thought affect her performance. “You put that very well—a lack of language skills.”

  She let thoughts of babies and the future slide out of her mind. She really didn’t want to have babies right now either, basically because what giving birth would do to her body. She wanted to be sexy and alluring for her wife and her husband.

  Since Sydney was a tit-hound, Shayla began rubbing her breasts and arching her back to accentuate her breasts, offering them to Sydney, telling her with her body’s motions that her breasts and everything else were hers for the asking. She also rose up on the balls of her feet while she moved, so that her legs looked longer and shapely.

  They danced together for Neil at least once a week, but this was the first time Sydney asked her to dance just for her own enjoyment. Looking over at one of the photos of her on the wall, she touched on an idea and tried to bring into her mind the emotions and agonizing arousal that Sydney and Neil liked to bring her to by intense sessions of foreplay. She kept the emotions off her facial expression—just flooded her mind with the sensations she experienced when she was so wanton, she would gladly preform sexual favors for Neil’s friends if he told her to. While she did this she kept eye contact with Sydney and tried to let her body express her level of desire for her. Then about halfway through the song, she let go with her eyes and just let the music move her, turning her around, sending her hands into her hair, being as open and free as the music itself—exploring and enjoying her own sexuality.

  Sydney was rubbing her clit and pussy with slow, sexy motions, and pulling at her left nipple with long, teasing movements while she watched her. This turned her on a great deal, and she was surprised that it turned her on as much as seeing Neil give in and begin stroking his cock as he watched them dance for him.

  When the song ended and changed to the next one she kept dancing, but sped up to the new beat. This song was the one they played on the radio now, as the newest hit from Blu Rayne, Neil’s band.

  “You don’t mind being treated like a sex slave?” Sydney asked her.

  “Not if it’s for you, or Neil, or both of you,” she answered honestly.

  “If Neil asked, would you dance like this for his friends?” Sydney pressed.

  “If he asked, yes. Even if you asked, I would,” she told her without hesitation. She didn’t really believe that either of them would ever ask her to do that, though she could imagine the possibility.

  “What if I asked you to perform for them sexually?” Sydney continued. “What if I wanted to see you with three cocks in you, making you air-tight?”

  She thought about it this time. Would Sydney really get off on that? She might have it as a fantasy. She did like fucking her with two vibrators at the same time while Neil fucked her mouth—which reminded her that she still needed to look up how to deep-throat Neil’s cock.

  “I want to say yes,” she began, “But honestly, I can’t get myself to believe you would really ask me to do that. I can’t picture Neil asking me to do it either. I wouldn’t enjoy it at all, but if you did actually ask me, I would try to make it as sexy for you as possible.”

  “Why wouldn’t you just say no?” Sydney asked, seriously curious now.

  “Because I love you, and if that was something you really wanted to see, and Neil was alright with it, then I want to give it to you. I’m obviously not a virgin, Sydney. And frankly, I was never ashamed of how many men I’ve slept with until I fell in love with you two. Now I wish there wasn’t so many men out there who could point at me and say, ‘She’s a good fuck,’ because it might embarrass you two. Or maybe Neil’s sisters. Or Amanda. But I’m yours, Sydney. Really, truly yours. I want to give you whatever pleasure or experience I am able to, and if I’m not able, then I want to learn how to. If that makes me your sex slave, then Sydney, I’m a very happy, willing sex slave. If that makes me your whore, then I’m all about being as much of a slut as you want me to be.”

  “Then get your whoring little ass over here, and get on your knees,” Sydney told her.

  She stopped dancing, but rolled her hips as she walked over and got on her knees in front of Sydney’s spread legs.

  Then Sydney told her with an urgent husky voice, “Put your hands behind your back, and then lick my pussy, but not my clit. I want to enjoy you for a while before I come. You’ve made me so hot I might come even with you doing that, but I can’t stand not having your face between my legs anymore. So start l
icking, bitch.”

  Sydney moved her ass to the edge of the couch, so Shayla bent over at the waist, with her hands behind her back, and dove into licking and sucking at Sydney’s pussy. Her pussy was extremely wet and swollen. She was more excited that Shayla had ever seen her before. She sucked at her lips with long, succulent pulls and licked from the bottom to the top of her vulva, and enjoyed her taste like it was ambrosia. She still enjoyed sucking Neil’s cock more than she enjoyed servicing Sydney’s pussy, but she wasn’t going to let Sydney know that, or even guess that. She wanted Sydney to be completely at ease and guilt free in asking her to be her dream girl. Lesbianism was very new to both of them, and she had the feeling that Sydney wasn’t really comfortable with it yet, which was probably why her fantasies and role-play were so aggressive.