Bad & Bold - A 7 Book Bad Boy Romance Collection!

by Rhodes, Ashley

  “Maybe I just want to avoid any misunderstandings about the amount or that I expect the cash tonight.” He stood there looking uncomfortable and probably hoping I’d change my mind. “Either cough up or I’ll go home. You can suck the guy’s dick yourself.”

  He gave me a look that told me he’d intended to do at least one of those, but when I stood my ground he paid me. I stuck the money in my purse.Then I went into the bedroom.

  Bedrooms in trailers are always cramped. The guy was nervous, so I moved right onto the bed, getting his cock out and sucking him hard. He didn’t talk, didn’t say what he wanted me to do, so I played with him, and shucked off my clothes as I did it, letting him touch.

  When he was stiff, he was ready to jump between my legs and pop it inside. That worked for me, and soon he was bouncing on top of me. He came fairly quickly, and seeing as this was pay-to-poke proposition, I was happy with that.

  I wasn’t sure what anyone expected in terms of time, like how long I’d be expected to stay with him. I hadn’t done this before, but I didn’t figure that the price included cuddling, so we dressed and went in the living room. Kathy and the other guy were already back there, drinking beer. It seemed that the guy who’d been with Kathy was still horny, but the guy I’d fucked wasn’t so sure about doing her, which was pissing her off. Finally they decided to go for it. So we repeated the scenario, with them paying Dutch, me insisting on getting paid, and then doing pretty much the same deal with this guy.

  When we came out, Dutch gave me a different kind of look. He wanted to say something but he needed to take them back to the club. “Hang around,” he said. “We can have some fun.”

  “I’ve had enough fun. Time for me to go home.” I had no interest in getting to know Dutch or his idea of fun.

  “This is going to work well,” he said. “I can get you lots of business.” He fondled my ass as he said it.

  I gave him my considered opinion. “Fuck off. It isn’t that much fun.” I moved his hand off my ass. “And this isn’t going to happen. I told Kathy I’d do it once.”

  He was angry, but the guys were ready to leave. I waited until they drove off to go to my car. “He wants to fuck you,” Kathy said.

  “So I noticed.”

  “He won’t give up and he’s going to try to get you to work for him regular.”

  “No way.”

  “He gets mean if he’s crossed.”

  I stared at her. “Me too. You might want to let him know that.”

  Then I left, a little richer, in terms of money, and more certain that some people are real shits.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The next day Kathy was distant at work, which was good. If I hadn’t cared for her much before, I cared less now. Besides I wanted to stay as far away from Dutch as possible. She must’ve given him my cell number because I got a couple of text messages from him saying he could get me some real profitable gigs. I ignored them and the anger in them escalated.

  A few days later I was feeling lonely and horny again. Fucking for cash had made that worse and let me know I wasn’t cut out for it, although I don’t have a damn thing against it. People should be allowed to sell what they want. I found it also made me a little cranky and picky about the men I was friendly with. During the dinner rush I’d brushed off a couple of truckers who let me know they’d enjoy a little party later. They’d left and by the end of my shift I’d started to think that might've been a mistake. Then I saw a nice looking guy ride up on a big, noisy, sexy, brand new motorcycle. He was alone. No chick, no buddies, no colors. A lone wolf, like Barney had been.

  He parked that huge black machine by the picture window and took a booth where he could keep an eye on it while he ate.

  “Nice bike,” I told him when I went to his table and saw him looking out at it.

  He took the menu I was holding out and looked at me, checking out my body and reading my name tag. “Thanks, Trudy. I’m Dave.”

  Dave looked more... well, he looked nicer than the guys in the clubs. More clean-cut but not with pasty yuppie biker look. That put him somewhere in between a serious heavy-duty biker like Henry and office drones on my scale of sexy, with bikers being the good end of the scale. I put Dave on Henry’s side of the middle. He had scraggly brown hair and brown eyes that, when he looked into my face, told me he wanted to fuck me. I looked back, hoping my eyes told him I wouldn't mind that at all, because Dave was a type I liked.

  “Yeah,” he said, meaning my comment about his bike, I think. Then he was staring right at my tits, not even pretending he wasn’t. More points for Dave. “Seems there's lots of nice things to look at around here.” That pleased me. I'm proud of my figure; I try to stay in shape, even though it was hard when you lived mostly on your one free meal at the diner. Barney had told me he loved me for my tits and I think he was joking, but maybe not. Anytime you like the look of a guy it's nice to know he likes what he sees too.

  Dave ordered a burger with fries and a beer. While I was writing it all down on my order pad, he looked back out at his bike and his hand found my leg just below the knee. It felt nice and he had a confident touch. When I didn't yell or anything he ran it up toward my crotch a bit. I melted a bit.

  Other customers, a family with two brats, came in and I had to move away. Thankfully they went to Kathy’s table. Then I got another text message from Dutch telling me that he’d made a “date” for me and I damn well better show up, or he’d be around to get me. There was even something in it about him not paying me if he had to drag my sorry ass to his trailer.

  I sent him a simple, two word response that I thought was very much to the point of the matter, and put my attention back on the biker and, to a lesser extent, my work. It wasn’t that I didn’t think Dutch was serious, or able to do exactly what he said, just that I had no intention of letting him bully me.

  When I brought out his dinner and put it in front of him, I stood there. He touched me again and I felt his warm hand creep up between my legs. This time his fingers got all the way and felt me up through my panties. Of course I didn't know if he was serious, or just messing around the way guys did, but I was getting serious. Seriously wet. He did have an awfully nice bike and it didn't hurt any to let him know that I didn't mind the touching.

  He ate with his other hand and looked at me again. “So you like bikes?”

  “Oh yeah, the big ones, like yours. I love being out on the open road.”

  “You've ridden on them?”

  “My old man had one.” My wistful tone and the mention of a man in my life made him pull back a little so I added: “But that dumb shit's in prison and he had to sell the bike to pay lawyers.”

  “So he won’t be back tonight?”

  “A lot of years of tonights.”

  That made everything okay. He picked at the food I'd put down. “You want to go for a ride?”

  “I work until two.”

  He shrugged. “No problem. If this dump has coffee, I can hang around.”

  That sounded great to me. I was hungry for a bike ride. Of course he was thinking more of getting me somewhere private so he could get inside my panties and not just feel me through me, and I wanted to ride, but like I said, I was horny too. My idea of a hot date was to start with a wild ride and move on to fucking the rider and hope that was just as wild. It's so natural, what all American girl could resist? Then I remembered what happened with Henry. “As long as you promise to bring me back here later so I can pick up my piece of shit car. It isn't much, but I need it to get to work.”

  He smiled. “I can do that… promise to get you to it before you need to go to work.”

  And so it happened. He sat around drinking coffee and swapping refills for feels. When we punched out Kathy gave me a weird questioning look that changed into understanding when she saw Dave waiting out back, sitting on that beautiful beast of his. I grinned at her and walked over and got on. He revved that bitch and we rode out by the river. It was a great ride. He drove smooth and fast,
and when he got off the highway and headed down the dirt road by the picnic area, he turned off his headlight and we became dark riders in the shadows.

  By the time he switched off the engine I was primed for some fun. He hiked me up on a picnic table and reached under my uniform to tug my panties down. I lifted my ass and felt the cool night air caress me as he pulled them down. With my hem up at my waist and my throbbing pussy, wet I watched him unzip and unsnap his jeans, unsheathing a fine looking tool that he brought between my legs and plunged into me. I put my hands on his shoulders, wrapped my legs around him and gave myself every bit to that ride.

  He seemed to enjoy moonlight fucking as much as Henry. He pounded into me, finally coming hard. He got out some dope and we talked about all kinds of shit. Seems Dave liked to read, especially stories about bikers. He was kind of a romantic, seeing himself as a rebel and all. That was fine with me, and I played with his romantic cock until he grew hard again. This time he had me bent over, holding onto a tree, and took me from behind, going deeper than the other way, and this time, making me come. As my body vibrated and my head spin, I felt the rush of his wet spunk firing up inside me.

  It was dawn by the time we got to my trailer. Time for a beer, if you happen to be a biker or a biker chick. So we had a couple and then I showed him the bedroom, and he showed me that he could get it up again.

  * * *

  I had no idea what time it was when I heard a car outside, coming up the dirt road and stopping. I didn’t mention it to Dave, mostly because I had his cock in my mouth, sucking him and I didn’t want to ruin the mood. He had good timing and came right then, shooting his cream in my mouth as the car was turned off. We grinned at each other as we listened to footsteps crash heavily up the little fake porch to the front door. The door quivered as a fist pounded on it. I was pretty sure I knew who it was. It was a loud car.

  “Open up, bitch.”

  Dave looked at me quizzically, “That’s Dutch,” I said. “I did a favor for his wife and now he thinks he owns me.”

  Dutch was pounding on the door again, and shouting. “And you don’t think so.”

  “No.”

  “Do you like him at all?”

  “Not in the least.”

  I caught his grin. “Then it’s okay if I have some fun?”

  “Sure.”

  “He could get hurt.”

  “Even better.” Dave had me curious. I had no idea what he considered fun, but he grinned again and it looked like I was going to find out.

  He put on pants and walked to the door. He opened it and Dutch stared at him, looking surprised. I guessed that Kathy hadn’t explained that I’d gone off with a guy. Dave looked outside and saw Dutch’s bright orange muscle car. “Nice car.” I had to admit it did look nice under the moonlight, pointing down the slope.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m Trudy’s new old man.” The words made my heart pound. They made it sound like he might stick around.

  Dutch paused for a moment then gave Dave a belligerent glare. “I don’t give a fuck if you are. She works for me.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Damn right.”

  “She tells me she has no interest in working for you.”

  “Tough shit. I told her to get her ass over to my trailer last night and she kept customers waiting. The bitch cost me money.”

  “I told her to ignore the message.”

  “Look, fuckhead…”

  After those words Dutch might have said something eloquent or insightful, maybe even apologized for being rude, but we’ll never know because Dave smashed him in the face, breaking his nose. Dutch cried out and staggered back against the cheap-assed metal railing of the stairs, toppled over it backwards, and crashed to the ground. Before he could get up, Dave was down the steps and hitting him again. I followed out onto the porch and watched him grab Dutch by his belt and the collar of his jacket. With Dutch bent over, Dave ran him in the direction of his car and rammed Dutch’s head into the passenger door panel, caving it in. “Steel does that,” he said as Dutch fell to the ground, his head starting to bleed.

  Dave opened the passenger door and rolled the window down. Grabbing Dutch by the collar again, he pulled him to his feet and stuck him headfirst through the window, with his ass on the outside. Dutch was starting to revive and struggled, but Dave quickly rolled the window up with the hand crank, the window catching Dutch around the waist. He closed it tight enough that Dutch was stuck there, half in and half out of the car. Then Dave grabbed the hand crank tight and pulled, his face turning a bit red before it snapped off. He held it up to show to me. “Pot metal.” He tossed it aside and waved me over to help him close the door, leaving Dutch’s top half in the car and his backside out.

  Dave looked around and saw a plumber’s helper that Barney had, for no reason known to man, kept with his tools. There was also a partial barrel of motor oil. Well, oil and water. Barney had forgotten to put the lid on and the oil was mixed with a fair amount of rain water. “Take the Dutch boy’s pants off him,” Dave said.

  It was Dave’s party now, so I went over and reached around him, dodging his flailing feet to undo his belt, unsnap and unzip his jeans and pull them and his underpants down and off his feet. “Good,” Dave said, looking at the pale ass in front of us. I saw that he had the plumber’s helper in his hand, and he’d soaked the wooden handle in the motor oil.

  “You aren’t…”

  He grinned. “I am.”

  He had me spread Dutch’s ass cheeks apart and then he forced the oiled wooden handle into the man’s ass. It wasn’t something Dutch enjoyed, which made the process even better. He was thrashing about, screaming and trying to roll down the window or squirm free. With the window crank lying on the ground, the window holding him tight, and that pole up his ass, he wasn’t having much luck.

  Dave picked up Dutch’s jeans and found his wallet and car keys. Handing me the wallet, he walked around to the driver’s door. He looked down the slope. “What’s down there?”

  “Not much that I know of. Scrub, mostly. Some gullies and rocks. Just crap land.”

  “All the way down?”

  I laughed. “I’ve never been all the way down.”

  Dave got in the car, backhanding Dutch, who desperately tried to grab him. He turned on the car, then broke the key off in the ignition. As the big muscle car engine rumbled, Dave got out, closed the door and reached in to put the car in gear, stepping back as it rolled forward. The edge of the parking area had a little lip and the car stopped there, the wheels spinning on the dirt. Dave put his back against the trunk and helped it over the top. The car headed down the slope, picking up speed, with Dutch’s legs flailing out to one side with the plunger still in his ass.

  “I don’t think he’ll have much luck getting a tow truck down there,” Dave said. “There’s probably no cell service anyway.”

  I watched the car careening down into the shadows. It was just an object now. I held up Dutch’s cell phone. “He forgot his phone anyway. He left it in his pants.”

  “So, I guess the matter of your employment with him is settled.”

  This was another example of why I like having a biker for an old man. They know how to take care of business—things tended to get settled one way or another.

  Dave pushed me back toward the trailer. “Now get that sweet ass inside woman. I am in dire need of pussy.”

  Sounded good to me.

  * * *

  I have no idea why Dave found sending Dutch off into oblivion such a turn on, but after the car disappeared we went back into the trailer and Dave screwed me in every position he could think of. After he’d spent in one position we’d smoke his dope, maybe eat a little, and then fuck again. Time flies when you're having fun. As it turned out, several days passed before we finally went back to the diner to get my car. Since I hadn’t called or anything, I'd lost my job. I went in the office and got the news, but screamed and yelled and got the paycheck fo
r the hours I had worked. The boss wasn’t thrilled.

  I saw Kathy, but she didn’t say anything. I wondered if she knew Dutch had come to see us. No-one had come looking for him, as far as I could tell. It was hard to tell what that meant. Maybe he’d somehow survived, gotten himself out of the window, the pole out of his ass, and found his way home. But I doubted it. It was more likely he was still down at the bottom of the slope, wherever the car had come to a stop, and that Kathy wasn’t pining away for him, maybe hoping his absence was permanent.

  Dave had money coming in from something or other. I didn’t ask, but periodically we’d got to an ATM machine and he’d get out enough for get important supplies. I had a little money in my account, although the payments to lawyer would suck it up soon enough, but I didn’t care..

  Our days got rather blurry. We went up to the top of the hill and fucked looking out over miles of open country. At my urging we took some long rides, running out away from the city where Dave could open that bike up and run so fast I had to hang onto him with all my strength or the wind would rip me off. He liked riding too but he got lazy. Riding was fine, but it was tough getting him out the door, really doing it. Most of the time we’d be sitting, smoking dope, and talking about places we might ride, and then he’d want to fuck. Not that I was against that, but it meant we spent a lot of days in my crappy trailer.

  When we finally came up for air and took stock of the situation, I realized I was getting a little tired of Dave. I liked him well enough, but I could see the amount of dope we were smoking had a lot to do with how much fun I thought he was. We'd ridden around the county plenty but I hadn’t managed to get him interested in going for a really long run, headed everywhere and nowhere. I was sure I could hear the Pacific Ocean calling me.

  Barney hadn't liked long trips either, and it had become a problem between us. Now I felt the same deal with Dave. Even though he was getting antsy he didn't really want to go anywhere. Not far away.

  Dave was getting a little restive himself. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to have happen… we always did what he wanted and he wasn’t asking for anything, but things began to get a little rocky in that single wide. We started having fights about shit that had nothing to do with my wanting to ride a motorcycle, hanging onto a real biker, all the way to the ends of the earth. Then he started doing what unhappy bikers do—whenever I got bitchy, he’d decide to take a ride without me. Going out for air, he said. That made it worse for me. I didn't have a job or any money and somewhere in all this my car had stopped working, so I didn't even have transportation. I couldn’t even go to a bar and get a hot guy to buy me a beer and maybe make Dave jealous so he’d stop taking me for granted.