by Andrea Rose
“Should we go somewhere more private, or do you want everyone to see what I’m about to do?”
This wasn’t the kind of pussy I was looking for, but the lineup at the bar wasn’t looking any better than the hard body with her thigh rubbing my cock. I closed my eyes for a moment, but all I could see was Penny staring back with the disappointed look she had given me from the bed.
“I can’t Yvette,” I said, pushing her off. “I need time to think.”
“Your loss, honey,” she said, grinning as she peeled away. Her hips swung with every step, a little choreographed strut meant to let me know exactly what I was missing… I almost went after her, but the sound of screaming tires distracted my gaze. I looked out the open roll-ups that lined a wall facing the street in time to see the low-rider roaring into view. A man with a gun leaned out the window and took aim, the world exploding into a hail of bullets.
PENNY
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The waiting was the worst part, staying silent in my room with an ear pressed to the wall. The biker my mother had kept holed up in her room all night was out there with her drinking, laughing, and soon, a new sound was rising over the blasting music and breaking bottles.
They’d started fucking. Again.
I almost wished she’d stayed quiet in her room. About an hour after Conquest had left they started up, and they hadn’t stopped. It wasn’t so bad when they were off in their room, but they’d moved, and now I had to sit here and listen to them defile our house.
It wasn’t a friendly lovemaking session either. Loud crashes came from the kitchen, chairs behind slammed out of the way. It was easy to imagine mom bent over the table as the big biker stood behind her like some kind of animal. Her screams of pleasure vibrated the walls harder than the music, guttural cries rising from the both of them as they rutted.
My own thighs quivered. Why couldn’t Conquest stay?
The sounds seemed to go on forever as I stood enraptured against the wall, too far gone for modesty. Pulling the bedside table drawer open, I pulled a long and thin pink shaft from beneath some papers and hair care supplies. The familiar curve traced along my thigh as I returned to the wall, using my old best friend to try and match the squeals and cries. The pink plastic vibrated in my hand as I pressed it against my wet lips, sliding it straight into my most secret tunnel. In and out it went, my whole body bent against the wall, hand down between my legs thrusting the lightweight toy with unusual force and speed.
“Oh Conquest… Fuck me,” I whispered, pressing it home again and again, disappointed at its lack of girth, squirming and whining against its inadequacy. Mother clearly had no similar issues. It sounded as though they had moved to the couch, just on the far side of the wall. She must have mounted the biker out there, her fingertips scraping on the wall as she rode. I intensified my efforts mere inches from her face, just a few sheets of drywall between us as she rode her biker and I rode the pink battery operated boyfriend wishing Conquest had stuck around. Every sound was amplified through the wall, and I was crying out inside as I bit my tongue, trying desperately not to squeal in frustration.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck me, fuck me. Oh my GOD!”
My mother’s cries only intensified my annoyance at the pink plastic. She was cumming, and I could practically hear her pussy clenching around him in the act. I pulled the thin shaft free, throwing it into a clothes hamper and balling my fists in anger. She was having the time of her life, and I was just in here dreaming. It took all I had not to storm out. Still, I couldn’t pull myself away from the wall.
“Did you cum?” my mother asked, still panting from her own orgasm.
“Not yet. Why don’t you slide off and suck it out of me?”
Although it seemed like I’d kneeled with Conquest’s cock in my mouth forever, it had barely taken five minutes to get him off. Mother took almost three times as long with the biker in the living room before I heard him grunting and groaning in the now-familiar way. Her footsteps on the floor were a surprise, as was the sound of her spitting into the sink. My tongue ran along my teeth, still catching hints of salt and smoke.
“Does this mean I’m in?”
Her voice echoed from the kitchen. My ears perked up.
“Yes, you’re fucking in baby. You’re mine.”
“Thank you…”
“Don’t thank me, get your pretty ass out of here and go thank him. He’ll be out front in a few minutes.”
My mind twisted, unsure what was going on as I could hear the roar of approaching bikes. The MC was back, but it didn’t sound like a calm approach. Engines raced and tires screamed as they rolled into the normally quiet neighborhood, shouting and running men making their way to the front door.
“Something’s wrong. Stay away from the windows,” the biker shouted. The door slammed open and I could hear another distinctly growling voice rising over the pulsing engines outside.
“The Vamos shot a prospect. Marcus is dead. Famine thinks they’re coming here next.”
“How the fuck did they find out about this place?” the big biker shouted.
“Don’t know, don’t care, we need to get the hell out of here now.”
A new voice rose up in the chaos… One I recognized immediately. It was deep, demanding, and made my body shiver… “Jenna, go with War. Get out of here, there’s something I need to do.”
Conquest was back.
“Didn’t you hear me? They are coming here right goddamned now. Move your ass! I said GO.” Conquest roared.
My mother let out a sound of protest. “My daughter…”
Conquest cut her off. “I’ll take care of her. Get the fuck out of here now.”
The men didn’t hesitate, despite my mother’s shouts. I crept to my window, watching them run for their bikes, the biggest of them carrying my mother in tow. As they were riding off, the door crashed open to my bedroom.
“We’re leaving.”
I was confused, scared, and frozen to the spot.
“I can explain later, get your shoes on and grab a jacket.”
Nothing made sense. My mind raced, my body still planted firmly.
“Penny, they will kill you if they find you here. Get your fucking shoes on now.”
My heart raced out of my chest as I threw on my shoes and grabbed a mid length coat from the closet, running to the living room. Conquest was there, a large handgun in one hand, and the clip in the other. He slammed them together, drawing the top back and chambering a bullet. My feet skidded to a stop.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with me,” he said, sliding the gun into a holster just beneath his shirt, throwing his colors on one arm and then the other.
Safe… Safe was something I used to be. Something I was before Jenna decided to wreck things. I was safe before any of this happened. My mind and body were numb as we ran out the door, Conquest throwing me on the back of the large bike.
“Hold on to me,” he shouted over the roaring pops of the engine. “Lean when I lean.”
The bike screamed out of the driveway, blasting down the dark suburban streets like a bat straight out of hell. It didn’t take long to see why. A black sedan came roaring round the corner ahead of us, barreling down like a game of chicken as the asphalt rumbled below our tires.
Chicken is a game you don’t win on a motorcycle.
My arms wrapped around Conquest’s barrel chest tightly, holding on for dear life as he gunned the engine, swerving at the last minute to hang a fast right turn. My bare knee almost scraped the ground as the bike blasted round the bend. The sedan overshot, skidding onto the sidewalk, tires screaming as it leapt back into the chase. Almost as if I were in slow motion, I could feel my heart racing as fast as the vibrating engine beneath me. From behind, a new and terrifying sound reached my ears.
Gunfire.
The telltale crack and pop made me spin my head, staring back as the passenger of the car took aim from the window. Without even thinking, I spun back, staring at Conques
t’s beltline. There, in the holster, was the handgun. A rain of death was upon us, gunfire cracking in my ears one bullet after another as Conquest reached down and unsnapped the piece of leather holding the gun in place. One arm still firmly on the handlebars, he pivoted round and leveled the black firearm on the car, his hand steady even as the bike bounced on the pitted asphalt. I watched his finger drew the trigger in, the smooth action of the slide almost mesmerizing as a bullet sailed from the barrel.
Conquest was shouting something, but I couldn’t hear it over the bullets, the wind, and the bike. He kept right on firing, three shots, four, five. The sedan swerved suddenly, careening into someone’s front yard and obliterating their mailbox. I held on tight, every muscle in my body shaking as I watched Conquest shove the gun back into its holster.
Safe…
I certainly didn’t safe, but the adrenaline in my veins didn’t care. I wasn’t thrilled to be safe, I was thrilled to be alive. Perhaps for the first time in my life, I felt every bit of my mortality, and it felt good. Leaning into Conquest tighter, I closed my eyes against the wind pummeling my body. It was cold, but every square inch of me was burning hot as I drew close, my hands gripping at his chest. The bike had left the suburbs, entering a freeway and crossing town. I didn’t say a word until we pulled into a warehouse, the door opening before us, two big leather clad men pulling on chains inside to lift the rolling entrance.
“What just happened?” I shouted, trying to make sense of everything.
“Bad shit just happened.” Conquest replied, bringing the bike to a stop. He leapt off the seat, spinning to pull me off with him. It was a graceful move completed with practiced hands. How many women had ridden on the back of that bike? I wondered to myself, the vibrations from the ride still tingling between my legs.
One too many… I concluded to myself, wishing I was back at home with my boring homework and my boring life.
Emotions were welling up within me. Everything was wrong, the whole world was messed up, and I’d just watched Conquest shoot at someone! For all I knew, he’d killed them. Conquest seemed to be reading my face, giving me a tight smile. Another bike roared into the garage, breaking the silence. He leapt off without bothering to turn the engine off, the unsteady roar echoing in the space as he embraced Conquest. I stared as they parted. Vice President, his patch declared boldly.
“Famine, what the fuck happened out there.”
“Bout to ask you the same thing. Vamos is out for blood. I hear you shot one of them up over on Roosevelt.”
Conquest squeezed my hand reassuringly.
“They dead?” Conquest asked, my own breath caught in my throat.
“No, but the car is. Cops all over it. They’re going to be asking questions. We’re not buying our way out of this one.”
“I’ll make a phone call Famine, nobody’s going to be asking any questions, and if they do, who cares? I was here with my lady all night,” Conquest said, squeezing my hand again. I was shaking. A few hours ago I was a law abiding girl just trying to graduate business school. I might be prone to making bad decisions, but I’m no idiot. I was riding with outlaws and being groomed to lie to the police.
I need to get out of here…
“I need a few minutes. I’ll be in my office.”
Conquest pulled me away from the men, past rows of tools and bikes, toward a dim room in the corner with no windows. We stepped inside, the door closing behind us. I was still shaking, the metal chair doing very little to calm my nerves. A small desk lamp illuminated the space, casting strange shadows on everything. Even Conquest’s face took on a more sinister look.
“People might ask questions Penny. I need my lady to be ready.”
“I’m not your lady...” I blurted out.
“You are for now. You were here all night and that’s what you’re going to fucking tell anyone who asks.”
“What about my mother? Where is she?”
“She’s safe with War…”
“War?” I asked, puzzled.
“We’re the Hells Horsemen. I’m Conquest. War, Famine, and Death are the rest of the leadership at the MC. You just met Famine. I’m Conquest.”
“And War is?”
“War is the man who Jenna is dating. Don’t worry, you’ll know him when you see him,” Conquest replied, still chuckling. I thought about the huge man I’d seen with my mother. Conquest was right… He looked like War.
Anger was welling up inside me. “Why me?” I shouted. “Why do I have to lie for you? I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t be here.”
I shrank into my chair and tried to deny my own deviance. Behind my façade of anger, I was still running last night through my head, wishing Conquest would make me shut up… Wishing he would do so much more…
“And where the fuck are you going to go? There’s a Vamos at your house right now just waiting to gut you baby doll. I know it doesn’t look it, but we’re the fucking good guys. You’re safe here, for now.”
I stared around the space, the unfinished drywall feeling as oppressive as the grey paint scheme. I didn’t feel safe at all. I felt less safe than ever. Conquest drew in close, gripping my throat and drawing me up from the chair, planting a deep kiss on my lips. Our tongues jousted, my fears melting away.
“You can’t go home, not now, maybe not for a long time. You’re going to have to walk away from everything you’ve ever known… But I can’t lose you. One fucking night and you’ve got my head all twisted. I’ve never felt like this about anyone Penny. I’m sorry, and I want you to know things are going to get worse before they get better. I’ll keep you safe. Look me in the eye and know I’m telling you the truth.”
I stared, the deep pools bursting with emotion.
“We’re the good guys Penny. You might think I’m a bad man but you don’t understand. Not yet. I don’t believe in coincidence. You are supposed to be here, with me, with the horsemen. Are you in, or are you out?”
He held me tight, one mass of flesh and heat and desire. I’d never been so terrified and so turned on at the same time.
“I’m… In,” I said, adrenaline starting to course in my veins once more. Nothing made sense anymore. I couldn’t believe what I was agreeing to. I pressed myself against him, feeling the bulge rising in his jeans, desperate.
“No baby girl… We’re not fucking right now. You’re not ready yet. Nobody rides with the leader of the Hells Horsemen until they have votes from three board members,” Conquest said, letting me go.
“Votes? How the hell do I get votes?”
“You’ll figure it out baby girl. Good news is, you already have mine. Two more votes baby girl… Now wait here, I need to make a phone call…”
CONQUEST
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Why the fuck was I throwing this girl to the wolves? I ran this club and if I wanted to take her on the back of my bike nobody was going to stop me…
But rules are rules.
We had them for good reason. Bringing a girl this deep into the fold meant absolute trust. She had to be willing to do whatever was asked of her, and there couldn’t be a hint of hesitation… Getting votes meant proving your loyalty, and I barely new this girl. It didn’t matter that all I wanted to do was impale her on my cock right there in front of everyone. The club had to come first, and that meant she needed to be tested.
I needed space either way. The shooting at the bar was going to raise some alarms. I left Penny safe in the office and walked through the board room toward my only little piece of safe haven in this fucked up world. Some people might find it funny that an area barely bigger than a walk-in closet would be my only escape from the bullshit outside. The walls were soundproofed and thick, and the space had nothing but a small bed, a laptop on a short table, and a burner cell phone still wrapped in plastic.
The phone was a gift from our benefactors, and it was our ticket out of the fucking mess Vamos made. I pulled out a knife, my thumb slipping along the back edge of the blade as
I used it to extract the small device. Punching in the numbers I knew all too well, I waited for the voice I never enjoyed hearing. The ringing stopped, a soft click of the receiver hitting my ears before the deep and angry sound of his words arrived.
“Conquest… The boys in blue say you’ve got some blood on your hands.”
“It’s the Vamos. Somebody at the docks has a big mouth. They know about the shipment and they think we’re trying to fuck them over. They’re sending a message.”
“This shipment is bigger than some mid level pushers, Conquest. I don’t have to remind you of that,” the voice said, restraint evident in his words.
“Just keep the cops off us and we’ll fucking deal with it.”
“Conquest, we need that shipment intact.”
I took a moment, holding in a deep breath and my anger. “If the shipment is so important to you, why don’t you intercept it?”
“We’ve let you operate for six years hands-off to ensure that container ends up on your dock. There’s big wheels in motion here Conquest. Don’t worry, you drop the ball and we’ll be there to clean up your mess. Just don’t expect to come out of this with your freedom or your fucking life unless you get things done right. This job is bigger than you and your club, and I’ll make you painfully aware of that if you don’t fix this little Vamos problem you seem to be having. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” I spat.
“Destroy the phone. We’ll have another in the mail tomorrow.”
I didn’t wait to hang up, tossing the little plastic piece of shit against the thick concrete floor and watching it break into pieces. The only thing worse than being someone’s fucking lapdog was having the asshole jerk on your choke chain. Walking out of the room with fire in my step, I went to get Penny. If I was going to get through the next few days, I’d need relief. It was time to get her some fucking votes.
PENNY
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Conquest led me out of the office to the shouts and cat calls from the rest of the MC. Jenna was here now, accompanied by a mountain of a man… My jaw about hit the floor as I took in her man’s huge muscular tattooed arms, thick jaw, and jagged scars on his fists. He was certainly bigger up close. It was no wonder my mother liked this one.