“Ava, oh hey, Commando,” Big D had emerged from the storage room. Commando slid himself back into a respectable distance from me and tipped his head at Big D.
“There’s a new shipment of beer in the back, you can go ahead and unload them into the fridge,” Big D said, taking over for me at the cash register. I tried to hurriedly gather myself. Being that close to Commando had an unnerving effect on me and I needed to shake it off quickly.
“Sure,” I said.
“I’ll help you,” Commando was quick to say and thankfully, it looked like Big D hadn’t suspected anything.
My senses completely aware and my fingers still trembling with anticipation, I turned and walked to the back. Commando was behind me and I could feel his presence.
“You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help. Those shipments can be heavy,” I heard him say. Crates of beer had been stacked near the walk-in fridge and I walked towards it now, bending down to pick one up.
“I can handle it,” I said, and Commando bent down to pick one up as well.
“You look delicate enough to snap,” he said, just as I lifted a crate. It was heavy all right, but I could still lift it and his eyebrows arched with surprise.
“I’m impressed. What else can you do that I don’t know about?” he said, following me into the fridge. In his arms, the crate which I was struggling to walk with; seemed like a feather. His biceps were taut, but only a little bit. He could have carried at least three of them together if he wanted to.
I pushed open the fridge door, turning to him to smile and he followed me in. It was a small square shaped room, chilly because of the low temperature and with a dim fluorescent blue bulb hanging from the ceiling.
I placed the crate on the floor, and then I heard the door closing behind me. I turned and found Commando standing right behind me. I crashed into him and gasped with surprise. Our bodies had collided, and in the next instance, he was walking into me, guiding me backwards till my back pressed against the cool wall of the fridge.
Commando towered over me, his face bent low and even in the dark, I could tell that he was looking deep into my eyes. I’d wanted to be alone with him for so long and now this was actually happening.
“I have a feeling you’re going to like this,” I heard him say, just as he lowered his face and our lips met in a sizzle. I felt his tongue slide over my lips, before he forcefully parted my mouth and slipped his tongue in. I gasped again, reaching for his muscular shoulders and just as I wrapped my arms around his neck, he lifted me up.
He had perched me on top of a short tower of crates, his tongue exploring my mouth the whole time. My legs parted instinctually and he wedged himself between them. His tongue inside my mouth, arching and reaching…I angled my face to accommodate him, trying to kiss him back but he was in control. He was the one who was going to decide what would happen next.
I tried to press my body to him, and his hand rose from my waist, lightly rolling up my t-shirt and then cupping my left breast. I moaned into his mouth and he kissed me even more furiously.
I could feel his cock throbbing against my wet pussy now. We were separated by clothes, but I knew he could tell just how much I wanted him. I was ready for him.
Commando pulled his mouth away from me, and I saw that he was smiling, while I was breathless.
“So sweet, so shy,” he said in a low guttural voice and I arched my back, thrusting my breasts towards him. I wanted more. Just the kiss wasn’t going to be enough.
His hand that was cupping my breast moved over my belly now, going lower till he touched my wet panties under my skirt.
I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes. His fingers had started stroking my pussy through my panties and I could feel my juices dribbling out of me. Commando’s fingers were thick and rough and he wasn’t being gentle with me. Just like me, he too had tried to hold back for one week, but it was impossible now. I had to have a part of him inside me.
“Let’s see how tight that pussy is,” he said, bringing his face closer to mine and I moaned again. He tugged my panties aside with his thumb and even though I had braced myself for what was coming, I hadn’t anticipated the thrust. Two fingers, quickly and expertly used. He pushed his fingers into me and I could hear myself cry. My legs were stretched open around him and he was sliding his fingers in and out of me. My juices helped him, invited him in, signaling to him that I wanted more.
“Tight. Just like I thought,” he said and his thumb found my clit.
I could feel my senses reeling. I reached for my breasts and squeezed them. The only thing that would satisfy me now would be his cock inside me. Commando was glaring at my face, with narrowed eyes, watching as he brought my body closer and closer to the brink.
His thumb rubbed my clit while his fingers pounded my pussy, in and out, mingled with my low moans. I was close to begging him to do it with his cock, but I had a feeling that he wouldn’t want to be told what to do.
“Come for me, princess,” I heard him say, and that was all I needed. His permission. My body jolted and I could feel my juices slip out of me and on his fingers. Commando didn’t stop plowing into me, his fingers reaching me deep inside and sliding out, the friction making my folds quiver with pleasure. My clit was engorged and throbbing and he knew exactly how to make my orgasm last longer than ever before.
It felt like an outer body experience, like my soul was souring. I couldn’t believe how good this had felt, and I hadn’t even touched his cock yet. When my breathing began to subside, my eyes started to adjust in the dark again. Commando was grinning. He was pleased with his result. He had made it look easy and natural, even though I’d never slept with a guy who could bang me like this. Just with his fingers.
The sound of his cellphone beeping, suddenly filled the small confines of the fridge and Commando abruptly stepped away from me. His brows crossed immediately and he pulled his phone out. The white light of the screen illuminated his face and I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach.
Sense was returning to my system. I had just had an orgasm. With someone I wasn’t supposed to sleep with. Could I lose my job over this? Would he brag about it to Big D or Elwood? My heart was racing. I couldn’t lose this job. I needed the money.
Commando looked up at me, as he slipped his cellphone back into his pocket. He had jaw clenched and the smile had disappeared from his face.
Without a word, he was backing away towards the door. I held his gaze, my heart still racing a mile a minute. He pushed open the door, just as I snapped my legs shut and light filled the room for a few moments.
And then he was gone.
Chapter 8
Commando
I called King back as I got back on my bike.
“Slade has information,” King said into the phone as I revved up the engine.
“Information on what?” I asked.
“The Black Skulls. He wants us to meet him,” King replied and I could hear him starting his own engine.
“Where is he?”
“He’s playing poker at The Pussycats,” King told me and I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. Where else would he be?
“I’ll see you there in fifteen,” I said and cut the call.
The Pussycats was a lounge downtown, and less of a lounge and more of a strip club. For some reason, after I’d just had Ava; I wasn’t interested in looking at other naked bodies.
I clenched my jaw as I put my helmet back on and zoomed out of the bar’s parking lot. This was new to me. Since when did I not want to go to a strip club because I’d just fingered another chick? What had Ava done to me?
I felt the wind lash against my face as I rode my bike, gripping the gears too tightly with my hands.
I’d just broken one of Dad’s rules. A rule that had been religiously followed by every member of the MC. Technically, I hadn’t slept with her, I’d only made her come and it was the sweetest thing I’d seen. Her body shook when she came and I could still get a whiff of her lingering smell on my fin
gers. Musky and strong, surprising for a girl who was so deliciously sweet. I wished I could lick that pussy, have it in my mouth, feel her come crashing down on my tongue.
But every time I thought of Ava, I thought about how I’d gone against the MC. I’d nearly slept with an employee when I wasn’t supposed to. I was going to take over as President of the MC eventually, and I couldn’t be the one breaking the rules my father had set.
One thing I knew was that I wanted more. What had just happened wasn’t enough, and if it happened again, there would be consequences. Dad would not let it slide just because I was his son. Rules were rules for every member of the club.
The streets wound around and I rode my bike with fury. I wanted to get rid of that sticky feeling of having Ava’s mouth in mine, my fingers in her. I had a job to do. I had other things to concentrate on. Fantasizing about Ava’s pussy was the least of my concerns. I should have been satisfied, but I wasn’t.
This was some fucked up shit.
Chapter 9
Commando
King and I walked into The Pussycats and immediately, the smoke surrounded us in a haze. The music wasn’t too loud but it thumped and the floor was shaking underneath my feet. King and I looked around for Slade as we walked past the stages that were set up all around the lounge. Shiny poles and naked women with fake tits draped around them.
They moved their bodies expertly, their hips gyrating and their tits bouncing as they slid and danced to the music. They were good at what they did. I knew it from first hand experience of banging most of these girls. They got around a lot but their pussies were still tight and they knew exactly how to move their hips.
The place was dark and lit with only fluorescent pink and purple lights. We hadn’t found Slade yet but we were sure he would be there somewhere. We passed couches and booths where men were sprawled, some in groups with these bitches all over them. If you came loaded with a wad of cash, you could get these girls to do practically anything you wanted.
On any other night, I would have admired the bubble butts and the puffy nipples and tiny waists, tonight though, all I could think about was the way Ava had quivered when I first touched her pussy. How she had reluctantly allowed my tongue to slide down her throat. How sweet she tasted and how my fingers still smelt of her.
“There he is,” King snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw Slade now, sitting on an oversized purple couch with a nearly naked girl on his lap. He beamed and cheered when he saw us walking towards him, and took a long drag of his joint. The smell got stronger when we got closer to him, and from the glazed over look in his eyes; I could tell that he had been smoking up for a while. Slade was high.
“My brothers are here!” Slade threw his arms open and offered the joint to King and me, and we both declined. We were trying to get a job done, which meant that we needed to stay sober. At least for most part.
The girl slithered over Slade, sticking her ass up in the air with her sequined pink thong digging in the crack of her ass. Her enormous fake tits hung over Slade’s face as he looked at us. His hand slid up and down her bare back while she moved to the trance-tune in the background. She had glitter allover her skin, silver and gold, to match the makeup that was lathered over her face. She turned her head sideways and I saw the look of invitation in her eyes.
I would have snatched her from Slade. On any other night, it would have been my face she was hanging her tits over, my hands sticking bills into her thong, but I felt nothing tonight. She was doing nothing for me. Which sucked. Ava had done something to me that I couldn’t explain.
“What’s going on?” I asked Slade, focusing on him again and ignoring his overtly happy greetings. He was just high and I had no patience for him. I just wanted to get the information from him and get out of this place.
“I just won at poker, brother,” he said and held up a hand holding a few hundred dollar bills.
“Congratulations,” King said in a grim impatient voice, while Slade took another drag of the weed, coughing slightly when he let the smoke out of his lungs. The girl leaned in and licked the side of his face, as though to comfort him.
“Who were you playing?” I asked him, aware that we’d have to dig the information out of him now. He was in no mood to work.
“With two guys from The Chaos Hunters,” Slade said and King and I exchanged looks. They weren’t exactly a rival gang, but they associated with The Black Skulls.
“Those motherfuckers are recruiting, The Black Skulls I mean,” Slade said, suddenly growing serious, and the girl on his lap reached for his crotch. I leaned over, grabbed the girl by her waist and pulled her off Slade. She stumbled off, squealing and then giggling as she walked away from us.
“You need to tell us exactly what you heard, Slade. Concentrate,” King said and Slade took in a deep breath.
“Okay, okay. The guys said that The Black Skulls are recruiting, picking up street kids again and training them,” he said. King and I exchanged looks again.
“Training them for what?” I asked and Slade ran a hand through his hair, like he was nervous about telling us this next part.
“What did they say?” King coaxed him again.
“They’ve got some underground fight ring going on. Gambling and taking bets on the fights,” Slade told us and I stepped away from him and clenched my jaw.
“And they’re using kids for this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Slade.
“That’s what those guys said. It’s second hand smoke but it’s something. You told us to keep an eye out,” Slade said and King stepped forward to thump him on his back.
“Good work, man,” he told him and Slade seemed pleased.
King and I turned and started walking towards the exit. When I looked over at him, he seemed a little surprised that I wasn’t staying. We were at a strip club, and I wasn’t banging a chick. It wasn’t often that happened.
“I think we should check out this fight ring,” I said, trying to distract King from asking me questions about why I wasn’t interested in all the naked tits around me.
“We need to run it by Elwood first though, don’t we?” King said as we stepped out into the night again.
“Yeah,” I replied, my mind already wandering to what Ava might be doing.
Chapter 10
Ava
I was surrounded with books in Charity’s living room. She was in the kitchen behind me, cooking us dinner while I studied. I was trying to get into a Vet Tech program in the city, and I was determined to change my life around. A few more weeks at this job would give me enough money to help me move out of Charity’s apartment and I could start repaying her for all her help in the past few weeks.
“A few more inches, and you’re going to fall into your book,” she called out to me and I realized I had been leaning over the couch, trying to absorb every word on the page. My circumstances weren’t ideal to really concentrate, but I was trying my best. I had somehow managed to put Commando at the back of my mind and work on the entrance exam. The feeling of having his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy was still starkly clear in my mind, but I tried to not think about it.
“Just one more chapter and we can eat,” I called out to her happily, just as there was a sharp banging on the door.
I turned to look at Charity, who had her brows crossed.
“Expecting someone?” I asked her, as the banging on the door grew louder. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
“Not that I can think of. Might be Mr. Brown, he lives next door and sometimes forgets which door he’s knocking on,” Charity wiped her hands on the apron at her waist as she walked towards the door.
“That isn’t exactly knocking,” I said, with a detached smirk, turning to my book again.
“He might have had a little too much to drink, he’ll be embarrassed tomorrow and apologize when he bumps into me,” she said with a laugh and opened the door.
I heard his voice before I saw him, and immediately my blood ran cold.
I screamed, with only a split second to react as he grabbed my arm and squeezed, pulling me off the couch.
“Blaine! You’re hurting me!” I screamed as he shook me wildly.
“Did you think you could hide from me forever?” he barked, and some spittle flew from his mouth on my face. My eyes were widened, fixed on his enraged face. I could see that he was drunk, I could smell the beer on his breath. His face had turned red with anger and for the first time in my life, I was scared of dying. He was bigger and stronger than me and he could very easily kill me.
“Blaine, please. Just let me go and let me explain,” I pleaded with him and I felt the pressure of his grip on my arm. He was tightening it, squeezing my flesh and a sharp pain zapped up and down my arm. He was holding me just below my elbow, keeping me in position, just inches from his face.
“Where is it?” he barked, spittle flying everywhere.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, please just let me go. You’re hurting me,” I begged. I could hear Charity behind him, sobbing. I had dragged her into this, and now she had to watch her best friend being beaten up.
“Where is the money?” Blaine brought his face closer to me. He was baring his teeth like a wild animal and in that moment, I knew that he was capable of anything. I couldn’t move, my feet were frozen, I was dangling from his grip on my arm…trying to pull myself away.
“I don’t have your money, Blaine, I promise,” I cried, hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
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