When he was secure, they turned their attention to me. “It’s a new world now, Trudy.” That was Tommy, looking real pleased with himself. He grabbed my wrist. “A new order for things here. Moose can’t seem to adapt and when people don’t adapt to change, well they get hurt.”
Jack grabbed Moose’s ear and tipped his head back. “He isn’t dead. Not yet. I’m glad. I want him to see how things are now.”
With his free hand Tommy tore my tee shirt, ripping it down the front. Then he was undoing my shorts, pulling them down. Jack came behind me and finished the job, using both hands to yank them down to my ankles. He slapped my ass. “We are going to play a bit, Trudy, and show you some things your customers will want.”
Jack reached for my wrists from behind and Tommy started taking his clothes off, tossing them aside. When he was naked, he sat on the couch, leaned back with his cock jutting up and stroked it. “Suck this,” he said as Jack pushed me to my knees.
There wasn’t a lot of choice in the matter. I heard Moose moan as I grabbed Tommy’s cock and opened my mouth and took that big shaft between my lips. Behind me, Jack was getting out of his clothes. He knelt down behind me and fingered my pussy, running his finger into my fold and then up toward my ass as I sucked Tommy. I had Tommy’s cock filling my mouth when they grabbed me and hoisted me up on Tommy’s lap. His cock glistened with my saliva and it didn’t take a user manual to know what they expected me to do. I grabbed his prick and guided it into my pussy and sank down on it. Tommy put his hands on my tits and gave them a serious massage as I engulfed his cock, feeling it throbbing inside me.
Jack was moving around and then came up, watching me ride Tommy for a bit, before he got behind me and touched my anus with a slippery finger. “Butter is good for you,” he said. He was some comic, Jack. He dug that finger into my asshole and worked it around as I rocked on Tommy’s cock. Soon enough he pulled that digit out and moved over me, putting a foot on the couch and one on the floor while he poked his cock in my asshole. He wasn’t one for foreplay, and he drove it in hard, forcing the fat prick he had through my sphincter. That jammed my pussy down on Tommy, and Jack held my hips and pushed harder.
Then he was fucking me, thrusting into my ass, stretching it out. I wasn’t that used to taking two cocks at once and pretty soon I couldn’t tell which way was up. My body liked what they were doing to me even if I hated the circumstances. Two big cocks rubbing back and forth inside your ass and pussy produce certain results. It’s just physics.
Jack was breathing hard in my ear when he shot up my ass, and the sensation of his cum flooding me sent me over the top. I came.
“Bitch loves it,” Tommy muttered. As Jack slipped out of me and moved, Tommy raised my hips, pulling me off his cock. Then they turned me around and sat my stretched asshole squarely on the head of his cock and pushed me down on it. “Fuck me with your ass,” he said.
I did. I rode that cock. Opening my eyes I saw Moose had his eyes open, watching. That was what they wanted, Tommy and Jack. They had him tied there so he could see them use me, watch both of them come in my ass.
Tommy came then, grabbing my tits and pulling me back on him, with my legs spread open for Moose to see. His dick slipped out of me and I lay exhausted, with their cum trickling out of my abused asshole.
Jack puled me to my feet. He’d found another piece of clothesline and used it to tie my hands behind my back. I imagine he liked making me feel helpless, as if I didn’t already. He put me on the floor on my knees facing Moose and tied my hands to my ankles and tied them together. That kept my knees apart. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“She’s going to make us some money,” Tommy said.
He was talking to Moose and when Moose didn’t respond, Jack smacked him across the face, hard. “Tommy’s talking to you, shit head.”
Moose was groggy enough from the tire iron without having his brains rattled even more. “What am I supposed to say to that?”
Jack hit him again. “Doesn’t really matter.”
Tommy walked over and hit Moose a couple of times, then they took turns hitting him. I guess it was their idea of fun or some kind of revenge for him not realizing the genius of their business plan and joining in. They wanted to hurt him, and his face was starting to look more like hamburger than a face. I was afraid he’d suffocate or choke on blood.
Jack was clearly enjoying himself cause he started getting stiff again. He walked over to me, grabbed my hair and put his cock to my lips. “Suck that thing. Get your shit off it.”
Tommy laughed, and as I sucked his cock, he beat on Moose more. Then, of course, when Jack came, shooting over my face, Tommy had to do the same. When I was staring up at them with cum covering my eyes and face, they grabbed Moose, chair and all, carried him to the front door and tossed him off the porch.
Tommy untied my hands and ankles. “Get cleaned up,” he said. “Take a shower. I’ll get you the clothes you’ll wear.”
The shower didn’t get me nearly as clean as I wanted and when I came out, the guys were dressed. Tommy tossed me a lightweight blouse and and a leather wraparound skirt. I put them on and he pointed at a pair of heels. I slipped them on and we went outside.
Apparently they had been fucking Moose over more while I’d been in the shower, as he was out of the chair and sprawled out on the ground. He’d been battered pretty damn good, and I was glad I hadn’t had to watch that part. He wasn’t moving.
Tommy pointed to my car. “Does that thing run?”
“Yeah. Sort of.”
“Keys…” he held out his hand.
“They’re in the kitchen. On the rack by the stove.”
As he went inside to get them, Jack gave Moose a hard kick to the stomach. He still didn’t move.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. That was probably a good thing. I had no idea if he was alive or dead or even which would be best for him.
Tommy came back with my car keys and two beers. He gave one to Jack and went and started my car. Amazingly it started right up and he drove it over to where we were standing. Jack undressed Moose, and put his clothes in a pile. They were bloody and so was his body. They dumped him in the passenger seat of my car. Tommy got Moose’s wallet out of his jeans and put the clothes in the trunk. Jack looked at me. “Where did Dave send that other guy? The one in the orange car?”
I pointed down the hill. “That way.” I understood their stupid game and hated it, but if Moose was still alive, helping them might give him a chance. If they sent him down the hill and he came around, he might be able to get back to the trailer and patch himself up.
I ached for Moose, but I couldn’t show it now or I’d be toast too. If I went with things, I had a chance of surviving. If I did survive, I swore I’d do everything I could to see that neither of these two did.
Tommy opened the driver’s door and put the car in gear. It rolled a ways, hesitating at the edge of the parking area, then rumbled slowly down the hill. Instead of disappearing, it went about ten feet and stopped with the under carriage hung up on a rock. The back wheels kept turning, but the car wasn’t going anywhere.
“What the fuck?” Jack was pissed. He’d wanted a show.
“Never mind,” Tommy said. “We got business to take care of.”
“What about his bike?”
“We can send the shop guy to get it. Sell it for parts.”
Jack grabbed me. “I’ll do that. I need to get him to do some stuff on my bike anyway.” He took me to his bike and we got on. I shuddered as I wrapped my arms around him. Touching him made my skin crawl. He knew it too. “Get used to it bitch. I’m going to be fucking you any time I want you.”
He started the bike and as we roared off I was hating a bike ride for the first time in my life. I’d been with some nasty bikers, but the worst of them was better than Jack or Tommy. They were just fucking pimps.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“This is a great spot for business,” Tommy said when I slid into the booth next to h
im, talking to me as if I’d been there all along. Jack and I had dropped off his bike at the garage across the street and walked over. The bar was crowded, smoky, and full of horny men, many of them military.
Jack smiled at me from the other side of the table and put his hand on my knee. I heard a familiar slurping sound and turned my head to see Donna sucking the cock of a young guy. They were by the back wall sort of behind a partition. It wasn’t a big partition, just a little thing sitting there so management could pretend they didn't know anything sexual was going on. Of course anyone on the dance floor could see perfectly. After all, that was just good advertising.
“Donna’s picking up some small change,” Jack said as we watched. “The real action starts later and there's no reason not to do sneak in two or three blow jobs before then.”
I saw Brownie and a couple of other girls from the club dancing with guys, rubbing against them. Tommy explained the game, and the ways it worked. Tommy had been coming to the place for a few weeks and let be known that he had girls available. A guy would come over and negotiate with him for whatever girl he wanted. In the beginning he’d shown pictures on his cell phone. They’d settle the price and what he'd get for his money and Jack would take him to wherever the girl was.
Tommy talked with large gestures. “That commuter shit didn’t work out. I decided to keep it all at the club. Even paying a commission to the club it works out.” The girls would sit around or dance with guys. If a guy got interested, she’d bring him to Tommy to talk turkey.
Jack told me, with a chuckle, that because Hilda fought back, they could charge extra for her. He had her tied up in a room upstairs. He showed me the picture on his phone. She was on her on her back on the bed with her hands and ankles tied up to the headboard so you’d see her naked pussy when you walked in the door.
Donna came to the table wiping cum off her face and looking for a drink. Jack handed her a beer and she sat next to him. “Don’t worry, you’ll get some in your pussy before the night’s over,” he said.
A big guy in a flannel shirt and jean came over to the table and said something to Jack. He nodded and the man pointed at me. “It’s all fixed,” he said. “And that other bike we talked about is all taken care of too.”
He meant Moose’s bike.
Tommy smiled. “That was quick.”
The man looked at me again. “Jack promised an incentive for quick results.” He looked at me. “Let’s take a walk.”
Tommy shook his head. “She needs to get her ass on the dance floor. Things are starting to pick up.” He pointed to a guy coming toward us with Brownie.
Jack gave him an evil grin. “Later. Right now we need to settle my debt.” That didn’t leave any doubt about the incentive he’d offered the guy.
Donna moved to let us out of the booth and we walked across the dance floor, following the flannel shirt out the door, and across the street to the garage.
* * *
I don’t know what work the guy had done for Jack, but when we got there Jack walked to his bike and rubbed his hands together and looked over every inch of it, while flannel shirt held me by the arm and rubbed a hand over my tits. I guess Jack worried they might’ve scratched it, or stolen a flake of chrome. He’d notice anything. These guys memorize their scooters.
“Looks good,” Jack said finally. He handed the guy a fistful of dollars that flannel shirt put in his pocket without counting. He just held on to me tight. “And her?”
Jack got on his bike. “As we agreed. Do not damage the merchandise. When you’re done with her, bring her back to the bar. She has work to do.”
He kicked the beast alive and roared out of the garage, and into traffic. He wouldn’t go straight back. He’d want to run up and down the emptier streets for a while to see how she felt. Jack was a complete and utter bastard, but still a biker in a manner of speaking.
I took a look at flannel shirt for the first time now. I hadn’t been able to see him well in the bar and after all, what difference did it make what he looked like if I wasn’t in a position to tell him to get lost? Turned out he was pretty average. Not good looking, but not sleazy either.
“You look pretty hot,” he told me.
I wasn’t sure what the fuck he expected me to say, under the circumstances. At any rate, the guy wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. He took me into his office, which was about what you expect to find in an old garage that caters to bikers. There were pictures of bikers and centerfolds on the wall, along with a three-year old calendar with a picture of a naked girl being fucked in the pussy and mouth by two bikers.
“Get the clothes off,” he said, and I dropped my skirt and tossed the blouse on a chair. Then he wanted me on his desk, playing with myself. He dropped his pants as he watched me, and jerked his cock hard before grabbing my legs to pull me to the edge, with my ass just half on the desk. I put my hands behind me on the desk for balance, and he got between my legs so he could work his hard cock into me.
I didn't even get close to having real fun, but he was thrilled. When he was inside me, he had me sit up, lock my fingers behind his neck and wrap my legs around his waist while he banged me.
From that position I could see over his shoulder and out the grimy office window. After a bit, two bikers rode into the garage—one of them was familiar. After my surprise wore off, a plan took shape. It wasn’t much of a plan and involved a huge risk, but even if it went bad, I couldn't see how my life could suck more than it did right then.
My first priority was to talk to the bikers, get to them before they left. That mean making flannel shirt come. I tightened my cunt around the cock the guy was plunging inside me. “Come for me,” I moaned. “I want to feel your cum inside me.” I was trying to sound sexy and it seemed to work. He shot his wad, and when he stepped back I watched him pull up his pants and zip up looking pleased with himself. “That was great,” he said.
“You are sweet.”
He saw the bikers and it startled him. “Shit, I need to talk to these guys.”
“Go on. I need to go to the lady's.”
“Wait here until I come back.” He was trying to sound fierce. He went out and I watched as he approached the bikers. I had no intention of waiting around. I had a golden opportunity—one shot to keep from winding up nothing more than a wasted hooker—and I wasn’t going to waste it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I picked up my clothes and put them on. When I was dressed I walked out of the office and over to them. “Hello Henry, remember me?”
He gave me a startled look, which worried me for a moment, then he smiled. “Damn, it’s Trudy the waitress.” He turned to the younger man. He was big, bald, and black as night. Just being close gave me a tremor. “A great fuck, this one.” He smiled at me. “I've thought about you on lonely nights.”
I laughed. “I don’t think you ever go without.”
“That isn’t what I said. It’s just that there is pussy, and there are women who fuck and lady, you fuck.”
Those welcoming words gave me hope. “I need some help, and I think I can give you something you want.”
“Something besides pussy?”
It was my turn to smile. “If I have my way, it will be in addition to pussy.” I put my hand on his crotch. “I have fond memories of what you have in here, Henry. And how you use it.”
Henry grinned at his friend. “This cunt has a great attitude. Trudy, this Gypsy. He’s sort of a roaming ambassador. So what is it you think we want besides pussy, Trudy?”
“The Mystic Riders. What’s left of them.”
Henry held out his arms. “Come here baby.”
As Henry wrapped his arms around me, and I pressed against that warm, muscular chest, flannel shirt looked upset. “I’m supposed to get her back. I’m responsible for her.”
“To who?”
Flannel shirt tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t end in trouble for him. I decided to help him out. “He’s supposed to take me back to the bar a
nd return me to the Mystic Riders. They’ve discovered the joys of killing off the bikers in their own club so they can pimp their old ladies for fun and profit. I was this jerk’s payment for doing a rush job on a bike.”
Henry understood completely. “Well, in that case Ralph, I absolve you of your responsibility, because this cunt and I have business to talk about. I strongly recommend that you say nothing at all about Trudy and I meeting, much less having this discussion.”
Flannel shirt had the rabbit-in-the-headlights look. “Those guys will…”
“If my wishes cause you problems with other clients, then I apologize. But I must insist.”
Gypsy slapped flannel shirt on the back. “Ralph, when it comes to those guys, remember, they can kill you, but they can’t eat you. Henry, on the other hand…” Then he let out a laugh that I was glad was not aimed at me. I doubted flannel shirt would say shit to anyone. More likely he’d need to go home and change his pants. As it was, he nodded.
“Sure thing.” He turned and ambled uncertainly back to his office.
* * *
When we had a modicum of privacy I explained everything.
Henry had a faraway look in his eyes. It was the look of unsated revenge. “And where are they working from?”
I pointed at the bar. “Right across the street.”
“Working clients inside the bar?”
“As of now. It’s a new business model. They were just finding customers there and taking them to the girls because they didn’t want to pay a commission. Tommy said it works better to pay.”
Henry laughed. “It’s a mob place. It’s a sure thing that he decided to pay the fee because he wants to live. They wouldn’t miss someone hustling girls there even if they were smart, which these guys don’t seem to be.”
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