Desperados - The Novel
Copyright © 2014 Sienna Valentine
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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"Now THAT is a fine piece of ass," Troy remarked.
Dax just shook his head in admiration. "Hot fucking damn," he agreed.
"Just give me five minutes between those legs and I'll make that girl into a woman."
"I think those tits prove she's already a woman," Dax said. "I'd like five minutes with those."
Madison, the new bartender at the Drunken Skull biker bar smiled as the two men discussed her as if she wasn't only two feet away. She was pretty proud of her big tits. She could feel them pressing against the cotton fabric of her shirt and lifting it ever so slightly up past her waist, exposing her belly every time she even remotely bent or twisted her body. And she had no problem letting these two ogle her - in fact, she kept finding excuses to bend over or shake her torso, causing her braless tits to wiggle wildly until she stopped moving. And she was happy they noticed her ass, too. She'd worn short cut offs on purpose this evening in the hopes of drawing attention to that, as well. She didn't spend so much time doing squats and lunges just to keep her butt to herself.
She bustled past the older men, taking orders from two younger guys that looked like they'd wandered in here by mistake. Clean cut and wearing polo shirts, asking for imported beer. Totally not her type, but they'd probably tip well. When she was done, she wandered back down to the other side of the bar where the two older bikers were still casting overt glances at her and making comments. Did they think her big tits made her deaf, or were they hoping she would hear? Either way, she didn't care. Her thighs were rubbing slickly together and she knew sweat from the hot bar wasn't the sole cause. It had been months since she'd been properly fucked, and the testosterone in this bar was off the chart.
Madison picked up a glass and started to wipe it down with a cloth she had fastened to her pants as she regarded the men. She'd only been working here a couple of nights, but she was already familiar with the two regulars. Troy was probably in his early forties. His face was weathered and tanned, but handsome enough. He had striking blue eyes and a thin, wiry frame. He wore his leather jacket with the sleeves pushed up in this heat, and his arms were covered in tattoos - from what she could tell one arm had a motorcycle on it and the other a topless woman. He also had a scar under his left eye that extended down almost to his lip, but it looked like it had healed over years ago.
Dax was a bit younger, but only by a few years. He had a thicker build, but was much more handsome. His face was shadowed with at least a day's worth of growth, but it only made him seem even more rugged than he already was. His arms were covered, but Madison saw tattoos that extended up from his shirt along his neck, almost to his jawbone. His head was completely hairless, but from far away you couldn't tell because of a dark skull tattoo that covered his entire head, making it almost look like hair until you got up close. He also had the words "Shit Happens" stenciled across the back of his neck. Clearly, Dax was committed to never getting a day job.
The two men were laughing to each other, still casting their eyes in her direction. Dax, especially, was letting his gaze wander the length of her body and often stopping when he landed on her chest. She moved closer to the two men and they immediately met her gaze.
"Hey," Dax said, nodding to her. He looked completely cool, oozing confidence from every pore, a lifetime of letting "shit happen" giving rise to an attitude of pure detachment. He likely didn't give a shit whether Madison had heard what he'd been saying or not, which was a cockiness she found very sexy.
"You guys all talk or what?" she asked.
Troy coughed on his beer. "Excuse me?"
"I thought you wanted to make me a woman," she said flatly, leveling a stare at Troy who met her gaze silently, his eyebrow raising at her candidness.
Dax just stared at their exchange quietly, but she saw his lip curl slightly up into a bit of a smirk from the corner of her eye.
"Do you know who you're taking at?" the older man said, his voice gruff and accusatory, clearly unused to someone calling him out on his behavior.
Dax's lip continued its curl and he now wore a very amused look. "You think you're already a woman?" he asked. "How old are you, anyway, sugar?"
"Yes. 19. And my name is Madison." Madison turned her gaze to the younger man but he didn't continue to meet her stare, instead, he slowly lowered his eyes until he was looking very deliberately at her tits.
"Well like I said to my friend here, I believe you are a woman."
"And I'm still waiting to hear if you guys are all talk," she repeated. Her heart was pounding in her chest, unsure what had made her confront these two bikers with so much bravado. Truth was, she was intensely attracted to their kind, which was why she took this job despite the warnings from her friends and family. She'd always had a very sheltered upbringing, and this was the only way she could think of to get close to real bikers.
Both of Troy's eyebrows rose this time, the scar on his face stretched with the rest of his skin. His mouth turned into a similar grin as he realized that this girl knew what she was doing - or at least thought she did.
Dax's gaze also returned to her face and he seemed to be considering something for a moment before he spoke. "I think we can prove we're men of action," he said slowly. "But what is it you want, exactly?"
Madison slowly reached out to touch the patch on the breast of his jacket, letting her fingers trace around the fabric and stitching. Desperados MC. Dax's hand shot up and grabbed Madison by the wrist, turning it slightly with her pinky towards her thumb causing her to yelp in pain.
"You never touch a man's patch," he said, his voice grave and his steel eyes hard. The smirk from earlier was gone from his face.
Madison could feel her hand starting to shake. Did she bite off more than she could chew here? She wanted to get close to these men, but was she really ready? Would they let her into their world? And what would be the price of admission? She was already making mistakes, she had no idea of the rules or penalties for not following them.
"Sorry... I j-just..." she paused and took a deep breath to steady herself, her hand still being held firmly in the strong grip of the biker. "I didn't mean offense," she finished meekly.
The two men just continued to stare at her, no one saying a word for what felt like an eternity to the young bartender. Finally, Dax let go of her hand and stood up. "Jimmy!" he barked.
A slightly overweight and sweaty man rushed over from the other side of the bar, wiping his head with a cloth to clear the sweat before it dripped into his eyes. "Yeah, Dax?"
"Madison here is going on break," he said. "And we need to use your back room."
Jimmy, the manager of the Drunken Skull, simply nodded his head in agreement, handing over a key to the biker's outstretched hand. "Sure, anything you need. Take as long as you want."
Madison's eyes widened as she realized her manager just agreed to let these two bikers take her into the private back room for however long they wanted to do whatever they wanted. She realized she had been inviting their attention, but now that reality was facing her she was having second thoughts.
"Let's go." Dax said, as he jerked his head towards the hallway leading to the back of the bar. Madison paused for a moment, unsure what to do. Jimmy just averted his eyes and went back to serving
customers, about as far away from them as he could get. He was obviously uninterested in getting involved in the affairs of the bikers that frequented his bar, even at the expense of one of his employees.
Troy looked at her, reading the indecision in her face immediately. He led out a sharp laugh. "Which one of us is all talk?" Madison's heart was pounding in her chest and her mouth felt dry. Dax had continued to walk, as if he didn't care whether she followed or not. Maybe he was testing her, to see if she was really just a silly little girl or a woman, capable of taking care of a man like him. She wasn't about to prove either of them right in terms of what she figured they already thought of her. She wanted to prove that she was willing, and able, to ride with the big boys.
With another shuddering deep breath, she pulled the cloth from her pants and dropped it on the bar. She walked out from behind it, past Troy, and followed after Dax with her chin held high. She wasn't going to show any fear. She could handle whatever it was they had in mind, and the growing heat between her legs reassured her that she was anxious for it as well.
As she walked, she felt a little twinge of apprehension about what she had started. Voices of her friends and family urging her not to work at "that biker bar" echoed in her head, but they only served to steel her resolve. In truth, the danger and uncertainty of the situation only added to the excitement. She knew what she was getting into. She'd seen every episode of Sons of Anarchy. The motorcycle club lifestyle seemed thrilling to her.
Still, as she walked she started to feel a bit woozy. She fought past it by concentrating on following Dax and watching him as he moved. His muscled back added definition to his leather jacket, causing the shotgun wielding skeleton that was riding the motorcycle to look as if he was actually aiming at something. Dax was at least a head taller than she was, but her eyes weren't focused on his head - instead, they were drawn to his ass. His jeans were pulled taunt around his muscular rear end and she actually had to resist a sudden urge to reach out and grab it. Who knows what he would do, given the way he'd reacted to her touching his patch.
When they finally arrived at the back room, Dax unlocked it quickly and peaked inside. Finding it empty, he ushered the other two in and then he followed, closing the door behind them and locking it again. The room was pretty spartan, with only a small white table and a couple of folding chairs as furnishings. There was a small bar fridge for employees to store their lunches, and a little kitchenette with a sink and a microwave. The room was mainly used as a staff break room, but Jimmy rarely gave anyone a regular break anyway.
As the door closed, Madison spun around to regard the two men. Dax was looking directly into her eyes, testing her to see how far she was willing to go. Troy stood beside him looking annoyed. He was rubbing his hands together, anxious to move things along and find out just what this pretty young blond was willing to do for him and his brother in arms. Despite being younger, though, Dax was a higher ranking member of the MC and Troy had to wait for his lead.
No words were being exchanged, but Madison and Dax continued to stare at each other, as if daring the other to make the first move. Finally, Dax walked forward until he was inches away from Madison. Madison was fighting through a combination of nerves and anticipation that threatened to leave her a trembling mess. She hadn't been planning to be all talk either, but now that she was locked in a room with the two virtual strangers she wasn't sure she would be able to go through with anything. It certainly seemed like a better idea when she was standing out in full view of a bar full of staff and customers.
"So?" he said simply. His hard eyes bore down into her, and she could smell the sweat that coated his body from wearing his leather jacket in the summer warmth. He was so close that she could feel the heat coming off of him in waves. Her knees were starting to weaken.
"So what," she replied defiantly. Her weakness had always been that she couldn't back down when challenged. "I'm still waiting to see whether you guys are all talk. So far it seems like you are." She raised an eyebrow at Dax, daring him to make the first move.
To Madison, it felt like Dax was staring directly into her soul as the two of them locked eyes. It was if he was reading her, weighing what she was saying against what she was feeling. Determining if this teenager was worth his time. She wasn't sure, then, if she felt more relieved or terrified when his mouth finally raised up in a smirk, and he suddenly reached forward and hooked his hands under her arms, lifting her from her feet and then walking her backwards until she felt her thighs hit the table behind her. Dax plopped her down so she was sitting on the hard white surface, and then he pushed his body between her legs so that he was close enough to her that his chest was pressing up against her big breasts. Sitting on the table, Madison was now at the same height as Dax. Her eyes looked down quickly at his lips which were tantalizingly close to her own. They were parted, and she could feel his warm breath as he breathed. She wondered if he could feel hers, and if he could tell how quickly she was breathing or hear how hard her heart was pounding.
She wasn't sure how long it was that he paused, his breath hot against her lips, but finally he dove forward, giving her no chance to stop him. His lips caught onto hers and his teeth bit down, causing her to gasp in pain. With her mouth open, Dax's tongue snaked in and pressed hard against hers, instigating a reaction. Her own tongue responded.
As their lips touched she felt him immediately press himself forward, her thighs being spread wider as his hips moved against hers. The stubble from his chin and upper lip scratched at her as their faces pressed into the urgent kiss, but the tongue wrestling with her own distracted her from it. Her arms lifted up and she dropped them down on his shoulders, melting into their oral embrace.
They'd only just begun to kiss when she felt his hands reach up and grasp her breasts firmly, squeezing them above her shirt, pressing the fabric against her flesh. She let out a little moan, which was more than enough encouragement for the well built biker. One hand continued to squeeze her above the shirt, unwilling to disengage completely, but the other dropped down to the hem and slipped underneath. She felt his rough fingertips touch her sensitive belly, scratching her lightly with calloused palms that slid upwards along her skin. Goose bumps formed instantly along her stomach, and a chill ran up her spine that caused her to shiver in delight.
His hand reached the edge of her breast and traced a finger all the way around it, as if measuring how big it was with his hands before he finally cupped one of them tightly. Just as his tongue began to spin around her own, his hand traced a similar pattern along her tit. As the circle on her breast tightened, his fingers found her nipple and began to roll it between two fingers, squeezing tightly even as his palm continued to knead against the rest of her breast.
Dax squeezed her nipple harder, causing her mouth to open in gasp. Taking advantage, he pressed his tongue even deeper into her mouth and then moved his hand to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Her shirt was pushed most of the way up to her neck now, so she took her hands off of his neck and yanked it completely off of her body, dropping it to the floor next to them and breaking their kiss.
With a grunt, Dax dipped his head down now that his lips were free. He closed them around one of her exposed nipples and she felt his teeth bite roughly against the sensitive nub. She cried out in a bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain, surprised at how the spark against her breast seemed to cause a flood of moisture to leak from between her thighs. She could feel Dax pressing his crotch against hers and even through the fabric of their pants she could tell he was already very hard. Madison dropped her head down to the side of Dax's head and started to kiss the stubble along his cheek and bite lightly at his ear.
Now that his mouth had found her nipple and she had pulled off her shirt, both of his hands grabbed her tits and began to squeeze. She had more than a handful, but he still tried to squeeze as much of the flesh beneath his palms as he could. Her big pale breasts felt free and cool now that they weren't covered, and her face redd
ened as she realized she was half naked in front of this strange man, letting him play roughly with her breasts. She was embarrassed by how turned on she felt, and knew she was almost powerless now before him.
Madison's nipples were both being directly stimulated now as the fingers of his other hand closed around her free pink bud. She lifted her head up to breathe deeply against the pleasure in her chest, and was surprised to see Troy standing a few feet away, she had almost forgot about the other man.
When she saw what he was doing, though, her eyes widened in shock. Troy had undone his pants and pulled his underwear down, exposing a long thin cock that matched his wiry body. He was already hard, and was rubbing it in long exaggerated strokes as he watched his MC brother. When he saw her notice him, he gave a little smirk, tugging extra hard at the end of his cock and then starting to caress himself even faster.
The sight of the older man's cock spurred Madison to action. She'd known she was horny before, but she hadn't realized just how much until she had started getting touched by Dax, but finally seeing a cock after months of being sexually neglected took her to a whole other level of longing.
She dropped her hands down to Dax's pants and started to work on the button of his jeans as he continued to squeeze her breasts and nibble on her nipples. With a jerk she loosened them and then drove her hand down into their depths until she found the object of her desire. When her soft small hand wrapped around his manhood, she felt it throb and grow almost immediately, and the lips that were wrapped around her nipple paused for a second.
Dax pulled his head back and looked down at her hand that had now pulled him free of his underwear. With a quick glance up to her face again, he reached forward and pulled her down from the table. He hooked his thumbs into her own pants and then with one firm yank pulled them down her legs, along with her panties, causing her to momentarily lose her grip on his cock.
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