by Brair Lake
Tonight we’re having a Christmas party, not that the MC needs an excuse to party, however Cassie and I had got together and thought we’d spoil the boys and put a Christmas tree up and decorate the clubhouse.
At first, there had been ructions, complaints and plain old disagreement about it.
With the help of the club whores, we scrubbed the place down, managing to remove a majority of the old beer and liquor stains. The old stains embedded in the wood of the floor, table, chairs and bar have proved to be too stubborn to disappear; they did however give the place character
The men groaned when the eight-foot pine tree arrived, however, they still helped to bring it in and put it up, complaining that we were ‘sissifying’ their clubhouse, especially once we started putting up the garlands. Some even refused to come inside. We girls just did not care; we were having too much fun, especially at the expense of the club members.
Inferno was forever threatening to spank my backside. Did the man really think that was a deterrent? I loved been spanked and so did my pussy and there was many a time when he would walk past and slap my ass just for the sake of it.
It was the night of the party and I am getting ready at my place, having arranged to meet Inferno at the clubhouse. The ringing of the doorbell lets me know that Cassie was here to take us to the clubhouse.
“Dam girl you look hot, I sure hope you’ve been working on your mouth to mouth resuscitation”
Closing the door behind me and giving Cassie a quick hug and kiss “Wait till Linc gets an eye full of you, shit girl your smoking” and she was
Making our grand entrance the boys didn’t see us come in at first, not until the silence that descended made them aware that something was wrong, then their faces turned towards us and watching their expressions change from confusion to pure lust was worth it. Straightening from the pool table, which he had been leaning over, Inferno made his way over, followed slowly by Linc.
For the Christmas party, the girls and I had dressed up for the occasion. While most had gone for the Mrs Santa look, like Cassie, That girl rocked, with her red short skirt that just about covered her ass, trimmed with white fur, matching buttons up the front vest, with matching fur trim, round the top of the cups of the bra and thin spaghetti straps. The matching red hold ups, due to the shortness of her skirt, does not reach the hem. To finish the outfit, Cassie is wearing black patent stilettos and a small red cap with white fur edging.
Taking me by the hand, Inferno twirled me round to receive the full look of my outfit. I was dressed as Santa’s helper. With a slow appreciative whistle, I knew I had chosen a winner. I was wearing a red and white stripped off the shoulder t-shirt that just about covered my breasts, racing green hot pants, that barely covered my ass, braces and thigh high black leather boots, that are curved at the top and with three inch heals. Lifting me up, I wrapped my legs around Inferno’s waist and could feel his erection as he pressed against me, while he leisurely strolled, making a production out of pushing his cock against my pussy, his hands gripping my ass, holding me close to him, fuck, I was getting wet already. For what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached his destination and settle down next to Dec, Fudge and Tabby, who had their own playmates wrapped round their bodies. Leaning over, Tabby kissed my ear murmuring just for me to hear “Dam baby you sure like playing with fire”. Turning towards him I kiss him quickly on the lips, this piece of action got me a slap from Inferno
“Hey” slapping him on the shoulder, I lock my lips on to Inferno’s, sighing deeply in to his mouth knowing that I was now home.
In next to no time the party is in full swing and everyone is enjoying themselves The liquor is flowing freely and although I don’t drink, I’m soon drunk from the fumes on Inferno’s breath as he drowns me in Jack Daniels flavored kisses. I lick his lip, tasting the fine blend of whiskey.
DCMC
My girl plays dirty. For the last week, my brothers and I have had to put up with chick shit, while they turned our perfect masculine clubhouse in to a fucking Christmas card scene with a tree and all.
For days I have had to listen to the brothers’ grumble, they have not been happy campers, and I have had to make promises left right and fucking centre, so that my girl can have a festive party. Dam, when the brothers had found out that the girls had interfered with the juke box and laden it down with fucking Christmas songs I thought I wasn’t ever going to hear the end of it. Nearly every one of them had threatened to quit or join another charter. Fuck I had been ready to quit, I love my girl but hell this is a fucking motorcycle club not the boy scouts.
Then my baby had walked through the door and seeing her in that outfit, I was about to cum in my pants. My dick had gotten hard so quick it was painful, watching her as she stood at the door, waiting for my reaction, I decided there and then to make my baby girl pay for the hell that I’d been through.
Taking my sweet time to reach her, all I had wanted to do was fuck her against the door and to hell with the audience, but that was not on my agenda at that moment. I am the master of torture and that is just what I was going to do to Baby Blu. When I finally reached her, I took in the full impact of what she was wearing, or should that be, what she was not wearing. Fuck, when her back was to me, I had had to bite my lip hard to stop myself from bending her over. Moreover, I bet most of the men in the fucking club could see the fleshy curve of her ass cheeks. The shorts had been that tiny and tight. Finally, when she was facing me, I swung her up on to my hips. This action has several purposes.
1) It covered my hard cock, which was about to spring free from it’s covering,
2) I could feel Baby Blu’s pussy rubbing against said cock, (Not sure if that was a good idea, as I felt the pre-cum leaking out of the top)
3) I get to support Baby Blu by gripping her ass. Which I covered, with my large hands, from the preying eyes of my brothers. No one, but me sees that delectable part of her autonomy. Yeah, having Baby Blu in this position is a win/lose situation, but I was loving it.
I do not return to the pool table, but make my way over to Dec, Linc and Cassie are following us closely, Cassie is giggling at something Linc is whispering to her.
Settling down into a chair, I do not let go of Baby Blu, who has her head buried into my shoulder and is nibbling on my neck. That girl’s bum is going to be red come morning, giving her a little warning of what is to come; I squeeze her ass cheeks with both hands. Feeling her tensing her cheeks it reminds me that even though Baby Blu has finger fucked my ass hole, I have not returned the pleasure yet, but I will be doing.
Tabby returns from the bar with a couple of bottles of JD and glasses, Seating himself down, he bends over to Baby Blu to say something, what ever it was, it caused her whole body to tense up and a short gasp escaped from her mouth before she relaxed again. With Baby Blu’s body being against mine the way it was, I could feel every tremor that was cruising through her. Idly stroking her back, I reach for the JD and survey what is going on round the room. Seeing how everyone is enjoying themselves and that the jukebox has not stopped, I have to admit it was worth it.
Trax and Crabby are dancing with one of the club whores. Twiggy has three of the girls surrounding him, all of them rubbing their bodies against his front, back and side.
So much has happened in the last six months, all for the better, and all down to Baby Blu. I do not have any desire, or need to look or touch any other female. Placing my hands, on either side of her face, I turn her head to me taking her lips in a whiskey laden kiss, softly sucking on her lower lip, bringing it in to my mouth and suckling on it, tasting her sweetness, I let go of her lip, deepening the kiss. In the months that we have been together, there has been a change to Baby Blu, kisses; yet, sometimes she still manages to kiss me with innocents and hesitancy that makes my stomach quiver.
Cassie, leaps off Linc’s knee and makes a grab for my girl, levering her up off my lap. Gliding over to the jukebox the sound of “Baby its Cold Out Side” Starts to play.
Soon the girls are moving to the music, rubbing their bodies against each other, back to back, one wiggles her body up the other goes down, then switching movements, then smoothly, gracefully they face each other, Cassie slips her leg between Baby Blu’s and they move their hips gracefully in harmony with each other. Fuck its hot watching my girl dance with another female. Turning to look at Linc, I wonder if my face has the same look on it, one of pure lust.
By the time I finish with Baby Blu tonight, she will not be able to walk for a month. Time to call it a night and extract payment, interrupting her dance with Cassie; I lead Baby Blu to my room upstairs. Time for Infernos’ little helper, to pay her dues.
Chapter 21
Christmas and the New Year soon pass, and still there has not been any decision made about Tommy and Baby Blu, who is still refusing to move in permanently, apart from this, our relationship was growing stronger.
It was brought, to the club’s attention midway through January that Black County Stewards were encroaching into our town, selling their shit. Over the last few nights, there have been several skirmishes between both territories and clubs. So far, we have been lucky, and there have been no serious casualties on either side.
Again, we swept the south side of Comfort Springs and cleared out the shit, which has been making its way back in. I don’t give a fuck, what people do to themselves or in their own homes, as long as it doesn’t effect me, my family, my brothers or my club.
The shit supplied by The Black County Stewards, is affecting Comfort Springs and its occupants, there have been a couple of narrow escapes, where a couple junkies have nearly died from overdoses. For Devils Comfort and Comfort Springs that is a couple too many.
The sheriffs department has been sniffing round, asking questions and snooping. This is something that we could do without, as we have a specialist shipment arriving this week and need it to go smoothly and under the radar. With this in mind, Dec has arranged a sit-down between Black County Stewards and Devils Comfort, which is to take place on neutral ground.
I find that I’m on edge for this meeting and send a text to Baby Blu, letting her know that I’m not sure what time I’ll be back tonight
Baby Blu: That’s ok, I’ll arrange to visit Cassie and see you tomorrow
Inferno: Baby I want to see you tonight
Baby Blu: I have to leave early in the morning, there’s no point in me coming over if you’re not there”
Inferno: If you were living in my house, we would not be having this problem
Baby Blu: I don’t live there, and it’s not a problem. Hey baby I’ll miss you too
Inferno: BE THERE
Baby Blu: Tomorrow
Inferno: Tonight
Pulling the phone from my pocket for about the hundredth time, I realize that Baby Blu is not going to answer.
Fuck, I do not have the time to go round and visit before the meetings, the club and I have things to get into place.
Seeing Trax as he makes his way across the yard
“Have you seen Fudge?”
“Think he’s in the basement”
“What the fuck is he doing in there?”
“Shit man, if I know, I’m not his fucking keeper”
“You’re a fucking prospect, go and fucking find him, and tell him I need to see him urgently”
Trax pulls himself up to his full height, giving me both a dirty look and the finger; he ambles off to find Fudge
Shit, after the confrontation with Trax, I realize that with the combination of the meetings and not seeing baby Blu tonight, my temper is not fully under control and that I need to let off some steam.
“Crabby, when Fudge appears send him to the ring” Busy or not, I need to work of my frustration and Fudge will make a good opponent
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Fudge does not take it easy on me in the ring and I end up flat on my back a few times and so does he. Linc calls it after about fifteen minutes, reminding us that we do not have time for this shit. Climbing out of the ring, Fudge, with a roll of his shoulders, starts laughing and slapping everyone on the back. Neither of us won the battle, but we both have disposed of the nervous energy that was buzzing round our bodies and we can now go in to the meetings with a clear head.
The warehouse where the meeting is been held at, has been derelict for years and is an ideal meeting spot. It is set back by about five miles down a dirt track road once you leave the high way.
Boris, the President of Black County Stewards, is not a young man; he is in his late forties, to early fifties. Saying that I still would not want to meet him down an alley, he is about five ten, steel-cropped hair and pure solid muscle.
“Boris” I do not know his real name, and would be surprised at anyone who did.
“Inferno” he greets climbing off his bike, shaking my hand.
I am not in the mood for pleasantries and get straight down to business.
“I warned you once about selling your crap in my territory, I’m not warning you again. I or the citizens of Comfort Springs don’t need or want your shit so KEEP IT OUT” I say into his face
Leaning back on his heals he mocks, with a small shake of his head
“Brother looks like to me that the citizens of Comfort Springs took a vote and want our merchandise the way they’re coming over to us and looking for it. I am a businessman, and where there is demand we supply. So we’re just going to go ahead and sell it”
Without thinking, I swing for his condescending head and connect with his nose with a beautiful sound of breaking bone. As I send my punch flying, the rest of my brothers have drawn their guns and have them pointing at the opposition. There is blood pouring from Boris’s face and I produce a smile that is all teeth.
“Each night I find one of your deadbeat drug dealers on my property, he’ll be sent home in a body bag” To make sure that Boris understands what I am telling him.
“Linc” I order and without hesitation, Linc shots one of the Black County Stewards without any hesitation. As the rest of his brothers start to draw their weapons on us and start firing back, we climb on to our bikes and fire a few rounds at them, making our escape without any injuries or casualties.
On our return to the clubhouse, we reload are weapons with ammo in preparation for our meeting with the Scarlet Runners. They may be our allies and we may respect them and have a good personal relationship as well as business, this however does not mean we go in unprepared.
Just as we are about to roll out, the local enforcement officers drive in. Signaling Dec, he contacts Sinbad, letting him know we are running late.
“Adam”
“Inferno”
“Nice Night”
“That it is”
“Going anywhere nice”
“Just for a ride to clear the cobwebs from our heads”
“Smart guy, any particular direction you’re heading”
“Not really, just going to see where the road and the night lead us”
“Do me a favor keep out of the south, residents have been in touch complaining about the noise of the bikes”
Fastening my helmet and adjusting my gloves, with a salute of my fingers we roll out, leaving the sheriff standing in the yard.