“Not particularly.”
“But that’s a problem for us. We can gather the clan, but we can’t go in after them.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t want to break up a mob place and part of what they are paying for is protection.”
“We need some kinda plan,” Gypsy said.
That gave me a chance to play a role, maybe get some points. Suddenly I kind of understood how Dave had felt when the club wanted him to do a drug deal or whatever. You became a part of things, you weren’t just along for the ride. “How comprehensive is that sort of protection?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is it just while they are inside?”
“Sure. They aren’t going to send troops home with them to babysit them.”
“So what if I brought them outside?”
“That would be good.”
“I could convince them to come out one at a time. That way you’d know which idiots they were.”
Henry smiled. “That’s my Trudy, the waitress with an evil brain as well as a hot cunt. Tell old Henry what you have in mind.”
I did. He liked it.
“So what do you get out of this?”
“They blindsided the guy who was my old man. Killed him.”
He looked concerned. “The shits. So what do you want when this is over?”
I leaned close to his ear, stuck my tongue in it and told him. His smile got even bigger. “I tell you what, I think I can fir that into my plans perfectly,” he said. He smiled at Gypsy. “We have an action plan, old friend.”
He took him aside and spoke to him. As he talked, Gypsy looked at me and began to grin. When they came back, Henry got out his cell phone and Gypsy slipped an arm around my waist. “We are gonna kick some ass and then have us some fun.”
“The troops will be here by the time you get the idiots in the parking lot.”
Henry’s smile and Gypsy’s strong arm around me made me feel better than I had in a long time. All I had to do was do whatever it took to lure Tommy and Jack out of the bar. No sweat. With these guys on my team everything looked good.
* * *
Jack was sitting in the booth with Tommy, drinking beer and squirming impatiently. When I slipped in beside him, he grabbed my arm. “What the fuck took so long?”
I shrugged. “It wasn’t me took a long time. It was your mechanic. You didn’t give him a time limit, just told him he could fuck me. I didn’t figure I should leave before he was done. If you wanted me to just get him hot and walk away, you shoulda said.”
“Okay, okay.” He was looking around. “It’s slow around here tonight. I’m thinking about calling around to see if there’s a party that needs the kind of entertainment we can provide.”
“Oh yeah. Well that’s the other reason I’m late.”
“What?”
“Remember the Blond guy you brought out to my trailer?”
“No.”
“The one with fancy clothes and an expensive car who knocked Donna cold.”
“Oh, that asshole. What about him?”
“He’s out in the parking lot. I ran into him on my way back. He was looking for me. Seems he wants to have a party… him and a couple of pals. He wanted to know if I could get another girl and go with him. He was thinking about Brownie.”
“He ain’t getting a flat rate.”
I acted like it was of no importance to me. “That’s between you and him. I told him that, said I couldn’t negotiate anything, he’d have to talk with you. He doesn’t like this place much, though. He said for you to come out in the parking lot to sort out the details. I got the impression he’s in a hurry. He’s a randy boy.”
“Why didn’t you say so right away?”
“You were keeping me busy answering questions is why. He wants to fuck Brownie’s ass with his buddies watching.”
He scowled at me but hopped up. “Take me to him.”
We crossed the dance floor and went into the parking lot. I pointed to a car parked in the shadows. “That’s him.”
“Why’s he parked in the dark?”
“He’s shy. Maybe he’s afraid of being seen with scummy biker trash.”
Jack pushed me toward the car. “You are a fucking funny bitch, Trudy. I’ll show you just how funny later. Now lead the way.”
I walked the car with him following, more nervous than I’d seen him. I guess this pimping shit was new to him, had him still trying to learn the rules. As we reached the car, he went past me. I stepped back toward the wall.
“There’s no one inside.”
“No, we’re all out here, Jack.”
He whirled and saw that he was surrounded and he didn’t like the look of the crowd. His hand went for his knife, but Gypsy was already swinging a baseball bat. It caught Jack’s arm at the elbow. I heard a loud crack, but that might have been my imagination. When I saw that swing, I expected to hear his arm crack. Fuck that, I wanted to hear it. Jack had put himself on my shit list and the sound was satisfying.
A couple of the others had hit him too. Brass knuckles, I think. Anyway Jack went down and those bikers were all over his ass, doing everything a biker does to make sure the other guy doesn’t get back up. They kicked him and punched him and then there was Gypsy with that bat. When they stepped back, Jack was writhing and moaning.
Henry took my arm. “We don’t want to kill him right now and not here. Let’s move on to part two of the program, then we can retire to a private place for some fun.”
“I need to pace it a little. Tommy was there when Jack left with me. If I rush things, he’ll be suspicious.”
Henry nodded. “I have an idea for a way to pass the time.” He pushed me to my knees. I smiled up at him as I undid his pants, working that lovely cock out and sucking him. He tasted wonderful and when he came in my mouth, I swallowed it eagerly.
“That should be about enough time,” he said. I kissed him, and went back in the club.
* * *
I went into the club and found Donna on the dance floor, finishing up shimmying against a guy who turned out not to be interested in paying for his fun. When he walked off, I went up to her.
“We are gonna change the rules of the game,” I told her.
She grinned. “About time.”
“Go out in the parking lot. A friend of mine is waiting for you out there.”
“Is he hot?”
“A number of them are hot.” I told her what was going on and who to look for. She grinned broadly and as she shimmied her way into the parking lot looking eager, I went back to where Tommy sat in the booth with Brownie. I put on my distressed face. “Where’s Jack?”
“He left with you, remember?”
I wiped Henry’s cum off my chin. “He left me giving a blow job to the guy who wants to arrange a party. He said he’d come in here and get Brownie.”
“Me?” She looked pissed.
“The guy wants to fuck your ass and have his buddies do it too.”
“So what?” Tommy wanted to know.
“I don’t know. By the way, I saw Donna dancing with a guy and I guess he got horny.”
“That’s what’s supposed to happen.”
“Well, he dragged her out in the parking lot. When I was coming in, he had her bent her over the hood of a car and was fucking her.”
That got to him. He jumped up. “Show me.” He turned to Brownie. “Wait here. If Jack comes back, tell him what’s going on.”
She stuck her tongue out. “As if I really knew.”
So Tommy pushed me across the dance floor, muttering about cheap fucking bastards who didn’t pay for pussy as I led him out the door and into the waiting arms of the welcoming committee. They didn’t have to be subtle this time, as Jack was already taken care of. One biker gabbed each of Tommy’s arms, another punched him in the stomach, then kicked him in the balls, and the fight, such as it was, was basically over. They hit him a few more times for sport, but he wasn’t really in the fight an
y more.
Gypsy smiled happily. “Get the other girls.” Donna and I went back inside to find them. The girls were confused and not sure this was an improvement in their situation, but change is good. Hilda was thrilled. As we came out of the a van pulled up and we got in, stepping over Tommy and Jack who were tied hand and feet and moaning softly. Hilda had put on heels and she carefully put one spiked heel right on Tommy’s crotch. He did feel that.
Henry had me get in the passenger seat. One of his guys was driving and we followed the bikes through the dark city streets. I had to assume we were headed for whatever the fuck Henry’s private place was.
* * *
We wound up at Joe’s, which is a ratty barbecue joint at the edge of town. It had a dirt parking lot with a couple of big trees, and three picnic tables with peeling green paint sitting outside of a small shack that sent out great smells. Next door was a sex shop that had seen more prosperous times. Across the street, the remains of a gas station provided a reminder that this had once been a major highway and that the freeway had ruined a few businessmen’s dreams when it sucked away the traffic.
Tired of hearing the swearing and cries of pain from the two in back, I got out as soon as the van stopped and watched bikers swarm around us. A rough-looking guy with a three wheeler got out a case of beer and put in on the table. Someone handed me one and I drank it, thinking that cold beer hadn’t tasted so good in quite some time.
They dragged Tommy and Jack out of the van and into the dirt and left them there while some of the guys went to put in an order for food.
I wasn’t sure what Henry had said to Gypsy, but I noticed that he rode solo. Several of the guys didn’t have women. I suppose the nomadic life did that. Some women would want to settle, or couldn’t deal with some other aspect of being a biker’s chick. Gypsy parked, got a beer and came over to me. He put an arm around me and turned me to look at Tommy and Jack. “Do you care what happens to these shitheads?”
It was a fair question. “Not particularly, as long as it’s nasty. They killed my old man for no good reason and should pay, but how they pay is up to you guys. From what Henry said, you have debts of your own to collect.”
He nodded. What I’d told him made sense to a biker. “So if there’s anything left when we’re done…”
Two of the Bastards grabbed Tommy by the arms, and two more grabbed Jack and they dragged them across the road toward the old gas station, their heels dragging on the asphalt. They were both screaming, probably because being dragged that way made the injuries they’d already gotten hurt something serious. A couple more guys followed along carrying baseball bats. I wondered where a guy on a bike kept a baseball bat.
Henry came up and handed me some spare ribs. “Try these. Best in the fucking world.”
I tried them. They were good. Gypsy’s hand on my ass was even better. He was starting to get real friendly.
“So Henry,” he said, “what’s the plan now?”
“Plan?” Henry wiped barbecue sauce from his beard and laughed. “When did I ever plan?”
“I mean, we wrap up this little matter and just take off?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Me?”
Henry grinned. “I’m taking early retirement.”
“Right.”
“Sort of. See I need a break. I talked to the girls and some of them wouldn’t mind doing the whore gig if they were getting paid and treated okay. I’m kind of fond of that dark one, Brownie, and she’d thinks she can decent care of me. The mob doesn’t care who is running the gig. So I’m going to do that and you can take over the club and roll with it.”
“Leave you here?”
“Yup. I was trying to think of a good hobby, and this sounds nice. Good money, all the pussy a man could stand, and fuck, son, if I ever find I’m going out of my mind, I just hop on the hog, put a chick or two on the back and head off somewhere new, maybe catch up with your lazy ass.”
Chuck nodded toward me. “And this one?”
“That one loves to ride.
“That right?”
I grinned. “I’m for the open road.”
Henry grinned at Gypsy. “I got to tell you, I think this might be the girl of your dreams, son. Nothing means as much to her as riding down the highway. She might like it more than you. And after a long ride, she’s up for fucking you every way but loose.”
He beamed with delight and his hand slid under my leather skirt and started checking out the moist terrain. “So you want to go riding, Trudy?”
I spread my legs apart so he could get his fingers in further. While he did that, I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand inside to caress that sweet cock that was growing hard. “I want to do whatever you have in mind. And if it’s ride your bike all day and ride me all night, that sounds like heaven.”
“Good answer.”
* * *
So I’m on the back of a monster bike that’s roaring Westward down a two-lane blacktop highway I’ve never been on before. The double yellow no passing line is a blur; the sun is setting behind us and I have my arms wrapped around the waist of a hunk of a big black biker, loving the feel of his leather pants, his bare torso. I don’t know where we’re going, but we’re doing it as an angry swarm—the other guys and their chicks are right there with us, all those bad-ass bikes making a hellacious noise that terrifies the civilians.
Gypsy twists the throttle and I press against him as we pass a flash Mercedes. I look in and see some yuppie lawyer chick driving and an uptight asshole guy in the passenger seat. He’s staring at me and I turn to face him, flashing tittie at the guy. Gypsy likes it when I wear his leather vest and no shirt. That lets him feel my hard nipples against his back. Flashing straights was his idea, and he likes slowing down long enough to give the poor asshole a good view, then hitting the throttle and making Daisy, his bike, come up on her back wheel as she accelerates. Daisy is a powerful bitch of a machine.
Clinging to my guy I have no idea how long this will last. He could get killed. He could find a younger cunt who wants to be on back, holding onto him. But for now I have my ride. It’s glorious and I’m just digging it. It’s getting me smoking hot, and when we stop, Gypsy will fuck me good and hard. Riding turns him on too. Even if he bangs one of the other girls, which he can do anytime he wants, seeing as he is the leader now that Henry retired, he’ll do me first, mark his territory with cum so the other guys don’t get the wrong idea.
Life has gotten good, as good as it gets for a bitch of a girl with no education and addicted to bikers and their machines. It’s probably not the recipe for a long life, but I’ll take a short, intense life and if I die tomorrow, as the sage says: fuck it.
“I Want To Ride On The Wind… Hold Its Mane
Ride The Wind… Wild and Free
For The Wind – Will Never Be Tame…
So Hold On Tight and Just… Breathe…”
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I've had two great loves in my life. One I fought against and one I succumbed to. One was my light and the other pulled me into darkness.
This isn't the story of how I was taken captive. This is the story of everything that led up to it--every beautiful, aching, passionate moment that created the memories I live for even though it hurts so much to remember them.
I was the President's daughter. He was the son of the VP. Everyone but us thought we were made for each other. I couldn't believe how stupid they were until the night I finally saw the boy I grew up with as the man he'd become...
The night everything in my world changed...
The night I met him.
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Prologue
His fingers slide up my back as his cock teases my slit. “Look at how wet you are for me.”
The betrayal between my thighs sickens me. I shudder, repulsed by my desire, but the movement brings us closer and then I start shuddering for a different reason.
He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls my head back until our lips almost touch. “Open for me.”
I spread my legs. My knees and the balls of my feet on dig into my bed. My nails scrape the bed sheets before I find my grip.
He slips one of his lethal fingers inside me and I gasp as my cunt instinctively squeezes him. You see, I love it. The degradation. All the horrible, beautiful things he does to me.
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