He didn’t mean the chicks, of course. Not on a business run.
“Everybody get some rest,” Father Rich told them. “You can get wasted after the job. Be a little sane tonight.”
Of course that didn’t mean no fucking. We went back to the trailer and the guys took turns fucking Donna, and then did me. I think they had more interesting things in mind, but they were worn out. Dave and I went to bed and slept like the dead.
* * *
When we arrived at the bar the next day, things were a bit crazy. Sally told me that Sheila’s old man had died in the hospital. None of the guys was looking for a new old lady, and Sheila wasn’t that great looking. As a part-time cashier at a minimart, without her old man’s income she couldn’t afford to eat regularly, much less pay rent. Father Rich offered her the opportunity to stay on as a club whore. That meant they’d take care of her, after a fashion. In return she had to fuck anyone who wanted her.
That being the case, and given that most of the guys hadn’t screwed Sheila before, seeing as she belonged to a club member, they’d wasted no time in putting her on her back on a table and had her pulling train, all of them taking turns fucking her. Moose said she wasn’t bad. “Her ass is still kind of tight.”
She’d be real popular for a time, until they’d all had her a few times. After that, she’d just sort of be there, available when one of the guys wasn’t getting any. I felt bad for her, but she’d probably been smart to take the gig. Otherwise she’d end up becoming a crack whore.
Father Rich came in and interrupted the party. “Time to get ready,” he said. He divided them into two groups with him leading one that included Moose and Jack leading the other, which included Dave. “It’s a construction site payroll,” Tommy explained. The company used a lot of illegals to do the work, and paid them in cash every week. They had a big crew at the moment, and they had the money to take care of a big payroll the next day.
“My group will circle the site,” Father Rich said. “We’ll be watching for cops or other signs of trouble while Jack’s group goes onto the site and grabs the cash.”
“There’s one security guard,” Jack said. “He’s mine.” The way he licked his lips said he was looking forward to the encounter. With the security guard out of the way, the cash was unprotected. As the new guy, Dave and another who was still in his prove-yourself year, would go into the trailer where the cash box was kept and grab it while the others watched their bikes. Then they’d haul ass out of there, and back to the bar. That was the plan, such as it was.
The guys were all excited, their blood pumping. Sheila would be in for it when they got back.
Tommy stayed behind to watch us. And play, exert his “I’m the leader for the moment” power. He wouldn’t touch Brownie or Sally, but most of the rest of the girls were fair game for him and he grabbed Donna for some fun. Sally got some of the girls playing gin, and Brownie and I went to the parking lot to smoke some dope. “Jack’s gonna be wild man if he kills that guard,” she told me. “I never see that man wilder than after he kill a man. It gets that monster of his hard and keeps it that way for a long time.”
It didn’t surprise me that he’d killed men before. It also didn’t surprise me that she didn’t look forward to him getting wild. He looked like he might enjoy being cruel. She was resigned to the idea though, and wouldn’t say shit that could sound like a complaint. Being Jack’s bitch gave her certain advantages, like being spared being used for entertainment for lesser men.
When we finished the joint we heard Donna crying out. We went back in to watch Tommy reaming her ass. He had her back to him, his arms around her waist and her feet on the bar as he bounced her on his cock. One of the girls I didn’t know was on her knees behind Tommy, licking his balls.
Right after he came, the bikes came roaring back into the parking lot. We all looked up and everyone knew something had gone wrong. For one thing, they were back too soon. We watched the guys come in the door. Moose was bleeding from a wound on his head. Jack's Hawaiian shirt was covered in blood. I didn’t see Dave at all.
Jack grabbed a beer and glared at Tommy before turning on his father. “Where the fuck were you? It was a fucking setup. Those fucking assholes were waiting for us. They were all over us.”
“We ran into a bunch from the Wrecking Team,” Father Rich said. “They cut us off. We had to fight our way out.”
“There were a lot of them,” Moose added. “Where’s Dave?”
Jack shook his head. “They were waiting for us. A bunch of the construction workers were inside the trailer. When we got off our bikes they came out swinging metal pipes and shit. Dave was supposed to be the first in the door, and I saw him go down. A couple of guys are missing.” A huge red area on his shoulder that was beginning to swell suggested that his report was collected first hand.
So the rumble went to the other guys. The way I figured it out later, the construction company was paying protection money to the club called the Wrecking Team. Somehow they got wind of the plan and told the construction workers they were going to be robbed. Then they circled around and found Father Rich’s group and kept them from helping out Jack’s group. Compared to Mystic Riders, Wrecking Team was a big club.
No one had waited around and see what happened to their buddies, and it wasn't like the club was going to file missing person reports or go down to the morgue to identify bodies. They'd have to wait and maybe never know.
I was upset to hear about Dave, but less than I might have been. He’d picked his path, knowing that the life wasn’t going to be easy. It just didn’t work out for him at all. Honestly, I was more concerned about the bind I was in. I had no old man, no wheels, no job, no money. With bikers that always meant no future, as far as I could tell. The likely outcome was a career path that had unpleasant options. I didn’t see joining Sheila as club whore, but all I could do was play it cool and look for opportunities.
“We didn't even get the fucking money,” Father Rich said. “Now those bastards are going to be watching for us.”
“If someone told them the plan, then they probably know about this bar.” That seemed likely enough and the Mystic Riders were way outnumbered.
“We need to lay low,” Father Rich said. “Everybody scatter and let me find out what the fuck is really going on. I’ll be in touch.”
“What about money?” Tommy asked. “We are low on cash.”
Father Rich shook his head. The man was rattled and trying to plan on the fly. “Everyone’s on their own.”
“What about Tommy's idea?” Jack asked. “Running whores.” He nodded at Sheila. “We can turn Sheila out.” He looked at me. “We’ve got some others around don’t have an old man anymore.”
Father Rich wasn't convinced. “We can discuss what we’ll do and come up with something.”
“We've got a couple of free agent chicks at the moment,” Tommy said. “That's all I'm talking about. Them and Sheila. We can keep a low profile and still build up cash.”
Father Rich stood up. Suddenly he seemed old. “We need to get the fuck out of here. There's too fucking many of them. Everyone lay low while we talk this over, think things through. I'll be in touch when I make a decision.”
Looking at Jack and Tommy, I had a hunch they’d already made one. It wasn’t that I knew anything, just one of those creepy feelings you get when the ground is slippery and you sense that the shit is gonna hit the fan.
I hoped I was wrong.
* * *
In the chaos of scattering, nobody seemed to care who did what. Moose took Donna and me to his place. It was weird riding on his bike with another chick holding onto my waist and feeling her heat on my back. Kind of exciting. His place was a real dump, an apartment in a fourplex that had to have been a government project. “I’m hungry,” Moose announced.
Donna opened a cabinet. “We got nothing. Well we got some shit, but it’s ancient.”
Moose slapped her ass. “You get this fucking place cleaned up a bit
and we’ll go for food.”
Back on his bike, I knew something was going on in his mind, some kind of decisions were being turned over. All I could do was be there and wait to see what he worked out. We flew down the road and I just hung on, willing to let whatever happened happen. We rode right past the supermarket and up a hill into a grove of trees. When he stopped I figured he’d worked out whatever he was chewing on and was going to tell me.
As we got off his bike, he grabbed me by the hair. I could tell he liked it long. “Pretty soon they are going to come around looking for whores.” By they, he meant Tommy and Jack.
“Seems like it.” I smiled so he knew I didn’t blame him. “Father Rich is out of ideas.
“Yeah. One whore, especially Sheila won’t be enough for them. Jack and Tommy are greedy bastards.”
“I figure you’re right.” In fact, I’d gone so far as to think about taking off without saying anything. If I snuck off, maybe I could hitchhike somewhere and start over. It wouldn’t be easy and I hated the idea of doing it.
“Thing is, I was thinking you are more my kind of bitch than Donna is. She’s been good and always done what I wanted, but you’ve got a spark. She gets on behind me, but you really like riding.”
“I fucking adore riding. Get me on the open road and I go wild.”
I liked the grin he gave me. “I can tell. Before all the shit went bad, I was planning to talk to Dave. It’s all fucked now, but I wanted to convince him to trade. I was waiting for a good time.”
“What do you want to do?”
He looked sad. “No matter what I do, one of you winds up working for those idiots. If Dave was around, I’d grab your ass and disappear and he could take of himself and Donna. He liked her.”
I held my breath. “We can do that anyway. Take off.”
He smiled and grabbed my ass and I realized how much I wanted him, wanted this hard-muscled guy to fuck me. I put my hand on his crotch. He was hard, so I got it out, wanting it. No matter what he decided to do, right now I wanted him. I’d worry about later, later.
He leaned back against his bike as I knelt down and took his prick in my mouth, loving the sensation of it swelling between my lips, that soft flesh growing, getting hard. I wanted to suck him, I wanted him to fuck me, and eat me. I wanted him every way he’d use me. Right now, he seemed content with letting me please him, get that solid bit of flesh hot, turn it purple with desire. His pants were down to his knees and I held his balls in my hand, caressing the hard nuts in his scrotum. He put his hand on my head. “Oh fucking sweet, Trudy,” he moaned.
I took all of that cock in my mouth, gagging a bit and feeling his balls slap my chin. Then he started fucking my face, and worked his cock, holding his ass with both hands, running my tongue over that cock as he rammed in and out of my mouth.
He grabbed my hair tight and pulled it just before he started shooting his cream in my mouth—lovely spurts of cum.
When he started to soften, I let his prick slide out of my mouth, feeling it dribble cum on my chin. I looked up at him, wanting to see how happy sucking him off made me. He tugged my hair, pulling me to my feet.
“When they come around, I’m going to tell them that you are my cunt now. Jack will be pissed. I think he has plans for you, but they’ll have to use Donna.” I had a bad feeling about all of it, but I could tell Moose had made up his mind. “What do you say?” he asked me.
“Could we just take off like you said?”
He sighed. “I can’t take you both. If I hang around, let them know that I care about Donna, maybe they’ll treat her better than they would otherwise. I owe her that much.”
I understood, even if I thought it was a bad idea. Bikers can get oddly noble. “It’s your call. I think you are fucking hot, and if you want me on your bike, I think that’s outrageously cool. I don’t know how much help you’ll be to Donna though.”
“Me either.” He grinned. “Finding out will be another adventure.”
We walked around for a time, just letting the decisions, the choices we’d made sink in. I’d given him my thoughts and I had to deal with the consequences too. Life is never fair. Even when it’s good, and you think it’s pretty nice, you should remember that for other people it isn’t so nice at all. Shit is always happening. That it isn’t happening to you doesn’t mean it stopped. Even if we took off the way I wanted, who knew what hell we’d run into down the road?
Moose knew damn well that Tommy and Jack were gonna do whatever they wanted, no matter what he said, but that wouldn’t keep him from trying to make it better for Donna. He was an honorable guy, at least within the code he understood. The thing about any of the bikers with a brain bigger than a pea, is that they know it’s all going to end badly sooner or later and that the main trick is to put that off as long as possible and have as much fun as you can until it comes. Moose was that way.
Moose wiped the cum from my chin then put his finger in my mouth and I sucked it. “You and I had fun fucking with the bike rolling. All those wild vibrations and my cock in your cunt.”
The memory of it got me warm. “Yeah. It was fucking hot.”
“I bet it would be even hotter with my dick in your ass.”
I tingled, imagining that combination of vibrations. “Holy fuck. I bet it would make you come so hard it shot out my mouth.”
He lifted up my halter top and fondled my tits. “I only know one way to find out.”
“I’m pretty sure there is only one way.” It was a wild way and I was getting wet already.
He wanted me to do a slow strip for him, to get him all worked up. We were in that grove of trees, just off the road and I was peeling off my clothes so he could assfuck me, handing them to him. He made a production out of taking them from my hand, opening his saddlebags, stuffing them in, then turning to face me.
When I was naked, he ran his hands over me. “I am going to come so hard in your ass,” he said. “This will be so good.” The hoarseness in his voice was exciting. “And I’ll always remember the first time I fucked your ass on my bike, rolling down the road.”
His words sent a ripple of pleasure through me.
Then he wanted me to undress him, and I did it with that same slowness, knowing that he wanted this to develop that way, getting him hard and me wetter. I trailed kisses over his chest as I took his vest off him. I took my time so that it finally slipped down his just as I ran my hands down his chest and undid his jeans. With his pants open, he held out one foot and I straddled it to pull off his boot. I bent way over so he’d see my naked pussy as I yanked it off. Then we did the other one.
Finally I pulled his pants down, licking him everywhere except his cock, making him wait until I had his pants off before I kissed it.
I gathered his clothes, tied them around his boots with his belt and tied that to the rack on the back where he carried a sleeping bag sometimes.
He looked at me and I knew he was imagining what was to come. His cock was stiff again and he had me get on the bike first. “Bend forward, Trudy,” he said. I did and he got on behind me, letting his prick brush over my ass, the ass he was about to fuck. With me bent over and my legs straddling his big bike he had a good view. He put a finger in his mouth, wet it and then touched my rosebud, twisting his finger so the tip, just the very tip, spread it open. Shit that was hot.
“Seeing as I’m going to do this on my bike, let’s make this a biker special.” He leaned down to one side and I heard metal against metal. He held up the dipstick and wiped engine oil on his finger. I laughed. It did seem appropriate and when he stuck that oily finger up my ass I decided it was a damn good choice.
He worked his finger inside my ass up to the knuckle and wiggled it around. Then he started working a second on in. I squirmed as it stretched my sphincter out. He dribbled more oil on them from the dipstick and worked them in my ass until they moved around okay.
I was getting pretty fucking aroused, I’ll tell you. Then he pulled them out and put the dipstick
back where it belonged. He reached around me and tweaked my nipples, then turned the key.
“It’s time to hit the road.”
My heart pounded as he pulled in the clutch and raised up to kick start that fucking bike. The roar of it coming to life was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. The big motor settled into its throaty idle, turning over slow and he let go of the handlebars, grabbed my hips and pulled me back. I gasped at the anticipated touch of the head of his cock against my oiled asshole. He hesitated, just wanting to remember the moment, then rammed his big hard cock into my tight ass. “A fucking tight chocolate rosebud, Trudy. I intend to stretch it out.”
His cock throbbed inside me, the engine throbbed between my legs and he grabbed the handlebars, pulling in the clutch as he kicked it into gear. Then he released the clutch and we rolled slowly toward the highway. He was getting his bearings as we rolled onto the asphalt. Then he picked up speed.
“Work your ass. Fuck me with it.”
The wind tore at my hair as I lifted up slightly and began rocking my ass, feeling him moving inside my ass. My body twitched at the insanity and as I fucked him we started weaving, using up the road. “Fuck,” he moaned, and straightened the bike out.
The position I was in was made for climax. My naked pussy rested on the gas tank and it vibrated with the engine. My ass was taking his hard rod every time I deliberately moved and with every bump in that fucking road. It was glorious. I was about to come when he suddenly pulled to the side of the road. The moment we stopped, Moose grabbed my hips and fucked my ass hard. I felt my orgasm overflowing, shaking my body. I was out of control. All I could feel was the rumble of that big fucking motor, the throbbing of that big fucking cock in my ass, and the hot liquid rushing up my ass as Moose came, emptying his balls.
As he sagged on me, a car roared by, honking at us. I flipped them off and we both laughed.
“That was every bit as good as I’d hoped it would be,” he said.
I had to agree. “If we took a long ride, you could do that to me every day.”
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