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

by Rhodes, Ashley

  He reached around and pinched my nipple, hard. “Don’t get greedy.”

  “But that’s what I am… a greedy cunt.”

  Moose bent down and bit her neck. “That’s why I like you.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  When we finally got back to Moose’s place with some food, I cooked while he told Donna the score. Not the part about her becoming a whore, since we didn’t know for sure yet and why make her think about any longer than she had to? He just told her that he was making me his old lady. Like Sheila, she didn’t have many options. She hadn’t finished school, and her best job had been cashier at an adult theater, which was where she met Moose.

  She didn’t cry. I guess she saw he’d made up his mind and crying wouldn’t do much more than give everyone a headache. When you depend on other people that much you usually try not to be too big a pain in the ass, and do more or less what you’re told. She didn’t seem to blame me, either. I was glad. I liked her. I still thought she was dim, but she was nice and she’d been to Moose.

  Anyway, the fact that I was Moose’s girl didn’t mean he wasn’t going to stop fucking Donna. To make that point, I suppose, after we ate he did just that. He took her in the bedroom, leaving the door open. Moose put on one of his favorite porn movies and turned it up so he could hear it in the bedroom while he did Donna. When they came out, he wanted me to eat her pussy, so I did. With the situation being what it was, I had figured there might be a lot of girl on girl action going on. Moose liked watching, and since it usually got him hot again, I couldn’t complain.

  When he wanted to go to bed, we both slept with him, his arms draped over us, and his hand on my pussy. In the morning he fucked me while Donna licked his balls. Moose might feel bad about the way things were, but he was going to enjoy having a mini harem while it lasted.

  That morning over breakfast, Moose told Donna to pack. “I think we should go stay in Trudy’s trailer.” I think it was the quality of my television set or maybe he owed back rent. It didn’t much matter. We packed up and Moose took me over there with some bags. He fucked me and then left me to see what we might need in terms of supplies while he went back for Donna and the last of the shit.

  And that’s how we set up house, not knowing how long we’d have to stay there. Moose provided the food, dope, and booze, he paid the rent and kept his bike pristine. My job was to cook, bring him beer and fuck him when and where he wanted it. Donna, being a good guest, shared my chores. Whoever he didn’t want to fuck after dinner was the one who had to do dishes. Shit like that.

  It didn't take long to learn that Moose was a pretty good guy as far as egocentric, macho, biker assholes go. I’d figured him pretty close.

  A few days later, Father Rich and Tommy came by with Hilda and Sally on back. The first thing I noticed was that they were wearing black tee shirts instead of their colors. Sally and Hilda stayed outside, sitting on the bikes, smoking dope and talking.

  “Dark days,” Father Rich said. “There are enemies every fucking where. I don’t know where all the sons of bitches are coming from.”

  “All over,” Tommy said. “I told you. One of the guys we stomped belonged to the Devil’s Bastards. It’s them, not Wrecking Team that are after us.”

  My heart stopped. Henry’s club. No wonder they were worried.

  “We need money,” Tommy said.

  “What for?” Moose asked. If he hadn’t I might’ve.

  “I want to relocate,” Father Rich said. “That’s gonna take money. Tommy’s got the whoring thing working, but we need to ramp up a bit if we are going to get real cash together and get some money for a move.”

  We’d seen that bit about more girls coming. Tommy nodded at me. “So we are on a recruitment drive.”

  Moose shook his head. “She’s my old lady now.”

  Tommy raised an eyebrow. “One per member is sort of the club limit.”

  Moose shrugged. “Yeah.”

  He looked at Donna. “Okay. Donna, guess what? You’re a working girl now.”

  She paled a bit, but maybe she’d seen it coming too. Who could tell what was going on in her head?

  Tommy took out a camera. “Do a slow strip so I can get pictures to show clients.”

  She got up looking resigned and did a decent tease for Tommy and he videoed it, then had her pose, taking some stills of her big tits and spreading her legs apart and touching her pussy. Then Tommy nodded at Moose and held out the camera. “Okay, take a short video of me fucking her. The guys like that sort of shit. It shows she really puts out.”

  I guess they were really getting into the social media shit. When Moose took the camera, Tommy pushed Donna on her stomach and dropped his pants. He hiked her up onto her hands and knees and Moose took video, getting close to her backside for closeups, and then focusing on Tommy’s cock thrusting into her as he fucked her. He came quickly and jerked off on her ass, the way Moose had the first time I’d seen him do her. They probably watched the same videos, Tommy and Moose.

  Father Rich got turned on watching from the doorway, and so he took a turn with Donna. He rammed into her pussy for a while, then moved to her ass. When he came, he buried his cock in her, wanting her to feel him shooting in her.

  Tommy went and sat on the couch. “The way it works for now, if the girls aren’t hustling in the club we can avoid paying them a cut. Sheila works the place, but that’s mostly blow jobs and a way of getting guys to check out the photos and videos of the other girls. When we find a customer who likes Donna, we’ll call ahead so you can make sure she isn’t totally stoned and is wearing something at least kinda sexy.”

  Moose nodded and we followed them out, with Father Rich stopping on the porch to tuck his cock in his pants. He looked at the girls. “Donna’s gonna be the whore here.”

  Sally smiled. “Figures,” Hilda said. I have no idea what she meant by that. Maybe nothing at all. It’s hard to tell with bitch talk.

  When they roared down the hill toward the blacktop, Moose put his arm around me. Donna staggered out on the porch still naked and looked after them. She had a strange expression on her face. Realization? Who knows.

  “It’s started,” Moose said. “It’s really fucking starting now.”

  I think I knew what he meant, but I didn’t want to hear him say it. Not if he meant that the end of everything we knew was starting. That’s what I thought. Instead I pointed down the hill. “As far as I know, nobody ever missed Dutch. If they did, they never looked for him here.”

  Moose sniffed my hair. “Makes you wonder.” It did. It really did.

  “People, times, all disappear without a trace.”

  Donna went back inside and went to the refrigerator for a beer.

  Moose patted my ass. “I think we should go inside and cheer Donna up.”

  I looked up at him. “How do you intend to do that?”

  “You think I should fuck her?”

  I looked at her. “Not right now. Sit on the couch and just hold her.”

  He shrugged. “That’ll probably turn me on.”

  I shook my head. “Well, there’s no point in pretending you are just a romantic worker drone, is there? Don’t even try.”

  “So I should hold her and be nice, but if I get boner then I should fuck her?”

  I slapped his ass. “Something like that, Romeo.”

  Hell, what did I know? Maybe it would cheer her up.

  We turned to go into the trailer but Moose stopped and looked down the slope again. “So Dave really sent the car down that hill in gear with Dutch stuck in the window? That wasn’t bullshit?”

  “And a plunger stuck in his ass.”

  “You’d never know.”

  “Bright orange car, too.”

  Moose stared. “That’s so fucking weird. I mean Dave and I looked for that piece of shit.”

  “Looks like some people can just go away and are never missed.”

  Moose headed for the porch. “I think there are a lot more of us like that.” />
  * * *

  The next day Tommy called and told Moose to make sure Donna was sober and clean. Moose picked out a simple dress for her. “No sense in putting on underwear,” he said.

  Later that day he showed up on his bike with Hilda on back. An expensive car followed him and stopped. A tall guy with long yellow hair got out. Tommy waved him up the steps to the trailer, and they all came in. Tommy walked Donna over to the guy. “This is Donna.” The guy had money and a nasty attitude. His clothes were expensive; the shirt looked like silk. His smile was a sneer. He took Donna by the wrist and used his other hand to pull her tee shirt up over her tits.

  “She looks younger in the picture,” he said.

  “So you want to get in your car and leave because she ain't sixteen?”

  His laugh was nasty too. “I’ve got no interest in jail bait. It’s just that this one is well used.” He squeezed her face in his hand. “I don’t know how much fun she’d be.” He pointed at me. “What about her?”

  “What about her?”

  “I’d rather fuck her.”

  Tommy pointed at Moose. “You'd have to fight him and win before I could let you pay me to fuck that one. Are you up for that?”

  I could see a nasty gleam in the man's eye. He looked at Moose and figured his chances. No one in the room thought he'd stand a chance, including him. Tommy didn’t seem thrilled about the situation. Probably thinking about telling the guy he could have me but it would cost more.

  He squeezed one of Donna’s tits hard. “Then I intend to get my money’s worth out of this one.”

  “Yeah, if you shut up and give me the money she’s yours to play with.” The man handed him a fistful of money. He looked toward the bedroom. “Yeah, take her in there.” The man gave Tommy an evil look, grabbed Donna by the wrist and dragged her in, slamming the door behind him.

  “How are things going?” Moose asked.

  Tommy sat in a chair and I got him a beer. That stupid porn movie or one just like it was running again. “So so. Jack thinks we can ramp a party business. Providing several girls for private parties. I don’t know. I’m working a deal with the owners of the club. That might make things easier. How are things going here?”

  “Going?” Moose laughed. “Nothing happens here. You don't want us showing our faces. We aren’t doing a fucking thing. What kind of motorcycle club is this? How long are we gonna sit around?”

  They ignored me, so I became invisible. I just stayed close to Moose, the way a biker chick does. Hilda sat by Tommy. She was wearing a shirt but it was unbuttoned so Tommy could mess with her tits while they talked in front of us. Not to us. “We still don’t know how much heat there is. Father Rich wants to stay low for a while yet.”

  All we knew about what was going on was what was on the news. The construction guys had caught Dave going for the cash box and beat him to death. That got his picture in the paper and in a television story that talked about the change in culture with all the immigrants working construction. The other missing guy from the club turned up in the hospital pretty messed up. Shortly after that story appeared in the paper, and connected him to the attempted robbery, he checked himself out of the hospital and had a traffic accident. That's what they reported anyway. What really happened was anyone’s guess.

  We could hear Donna crying out in the bedroom. The guy was hitting her, or spanking her at least. I heard the slap of a belt. That must be what he'd meant by getting his money’s worth.

  Moose sipped a beer. “Thing is, I’m climbing the walls here.”

  “We could make a lot of money working together,” Tommy said.

  “Doing what?”

  “You could backstop me as muscle and if we ran more girls, we’d do better.” He looked at me.

  “That isn’t my sort of thing. Sitting around bars pimping chicks… I want to hit the road.”

  “The cops tip off the Bastards when they see one of us. They caught a couple of the guys that way already.”

  “Thanks for passing that along. The point is that we could lose our colors and head off somewhere.”

  “What takes money. Working with me you’d have money and any girl you wanted, even Brownie. Jack’s going to put her to work.”

  Moose looked at Hilda. “And Hilda?”

  “No reason she can’t turn a few tricks.”

  “So were aren’t a motorcycle club anymore?”

  Tommy looked uncomfortable. “What’s the big deal about that? This is making money and we don’t have to rumble. Push the chicks and a little dope and the money rolls in. Mostly the cops leave us alone.”

  “It isn’t what I signed up for.”

  Tommy shrugged. “Fine.”

  Donna started shrieking then. Moose shifted in his seat. “We should see what the hell he’s doing to her.”

  “Just what he paid for. He likes getting rough is all. Nothing to worry about. He won’t break her. Jack warned him.”

  So we all stared at each other while Donna was crying an sobbing in the next room. You could see that something was different between the guys then. Moose looked sullen and Tommy was pissed off. After a while the blonde guy wandered out of the room tucking his shirt in his pants. “That cunt is about worthless,” he said. We could see that Donna was sprawled out on the bed. Moose went in and checked her.

  “She’s out cold.”

  “Breathing?”

  “Yeah.”

  The blonde guy shook his head. “I figured a biker chick would be tougher than that.”

  Tommy laughed. “I guess you were wrong. On the other hand, maybe it’s a case of you get what you pay for.”

  The customer looked at me. “Come outside,” he said. Tommy followed him out and they went into the dirt area where everyone parked and talked, with the customer waving his hands.

  When the man got in his expensive car and drove off, Tommy came back in. “I need to take care of some business. I’ll come back to talk about this more tomorrow. Keep Hilda here until then. You can fuck her if you want.”

  And then he went back outside and got on his bike and rode off. “What the fuck is going on?” Moose asked. He didn’t want to hear the answer though. I knew that. He knew damn well what was going on, but didn’t want to believe it.

  Hilda looked sour. “The fucker left me?”

  “Said he’d be back tomorrow. He’s got business.”

  She snorted.

  I went to check on Donna. She was definitely out like a light. Her ass was striped with red marks and so were her tits. Some of the marks were raw and had broken the skin. I went in the bathroom and got first aid cream and smeared it everywhere the skin was broken. He’d done some nasty damage to the insides of her thighs, and bruises were starting to come up. But, as Tommy said, he hadn’t broken her.

  Her breathing was regular and I left her on the bed and went back in the living room. Hilda was peeling off her clothes with Moose watching as he drank a beer. When she was naked, he put on her hands and knees on the couch.

  “Nice ass,” he said, running his hands over it. Hilda didn’t seem to appreciate the compliment, so Moose dropped his jeans and got behind her, putting that big dick of his in her pussy for a few strokes before forcing it into her ass. She didn’t like that much either and cursed him as he fucked her ass. She wouldn’t fight back, but Hilda could be hard to please.

  CHAPTER SIX

  When Tommy came by the next day around noon, he was driving an old van.

  “Where’s your bike?” Moose asked.

  “At the club. We bought this thinking we could use it as a mobile motel.” He opened the back and showed us that he’d put a big mattress on the floor. “I need Donna and Hilda both,” he told Moose. “And I hope you’ve been thinking about what I said. About the opportunity for you to work with us.”

  Moose shrugged. “I been thinking, sure. Still thinking I’d rather ride. We could hit a liquor store on the way out of town and get some booze and traveling money at the same time.”
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br />   Tommy made clucking noises and shook his head. “This is easy fucking money, Moose.” It was pretty easy to see that things were moving fast now, and that Tommy had left Hilda and Donna overnight more because he figured that would keep Moose from taking off. Seeing as he was going to have her turn tricks, Tommy didn’t mind Moose fucking Hilda. It showed that he meant what he said about getting all the pussy he wanted. And, if he wanted to leave, well he couldn’t carry three girls on the back of his bike, and it was easy to see he was the kind of guy who was going to feel responsible for them, even if just a bit.

  We watched them go off and I didn’t think there was a lot of time to act. “Why don’t we go off?’

  “Where?”

  “Anywhere.”

  He smiled at me, looking kind of resigned. “I don’t know. I like going to something and I’m not big on running away.”

  And that was it. Sitting in the trailer, hiding out, had been eating away at Moose. He would rather the club had decided to fight it out, or just done something. Now he saw riding off as slinking away with his tail between his legs, and that wasn’t going to happen.”

  “The club is history.”

  “Yeah.”

  I could tell he was going to wait and see what happened. I was pretty sure I knew what was gonna happen, and I didn’t like it at all. Not any of it. I looked at my junker car and thought about leaving myself. Trouble was, I didn’t even have gas money and unlike Moose, I couldn’t knock off a liquor store, although if he’d been willing I would’ve helped him do one. Besides, I’d have to sneak off.

  Time was pretty much running out.

  Later that afternoon, Jack and Tommy showed up on their bikes. No chicks. That made me nervous, seeing as it usually meant a business call. Moose went outside to talk with them. The talk didn’t go smooth. No one was smiling or joking. Moose pushed Tommy in chest, knocking him back. That’s when Jack picked up a tire iron, one of Barney’s tools from under the porch, and hit Moose with it. He dropped like a stone.

  * * *

  Tommy and Jack acted as if I wasn’t even there watching them, trying to remember to breath. I stood rooted to the ground as they picked Moose up under his arms and dragged him into the trailer. I could see blood matting his hair, but he was breathing. Tommy got a kitchen chair and Jack dumped Moose in it. They got some clothesline and tied him in it, wrapping it around him so he’d be sitting up whether he was conscious or not.