by Carmen Faye
Still, Speed didn’t have time to let himself get hooked on just one chick, no matter how special she seemed. There was a lot of business to do out there in the world, and only a man with total freedom to make his own decisions could take advantage of it all, and built up his ultimate empire.
Anyway, he’d laid out some lines of coke for them to share, and then pushed one of them onto her knees while he took a line for himself. She didn’t even make a fuss about it, just whipped out his cock and started slobbering all over it hungrily. Speed was as high as a fucking kite by the time he’d finished the lines, as well as the rest of the bottle of whiskey he’d brought. It made it all the better when he’d shot his load at the back of the brunette’s throat, while the redhead gargled with his nuts.
Man, for some reason, though, the intensity of the drugs, the cheap booze, and the skill those sluts went to work on their knees only made him think of Darcy even more. The damnedest thing, it was. None of that stuff should have reminded him of her at all. Shit, he couldn’t figure out why her face kept popping up into his head while he was busy getting busy. She wasn’t that kind of woman at all, and it’s not like they’d done any of those things together.
At the time, he was focused totally on getting his rocks off and seeing which of the two bitches could deep throat him the hardest without gagging. Later, when he was back in his motel room…he remembered how satisfied he’d been layin’ back and watching some TV beside Darcy. Shit, it’d been like they were on a date or something stupid like that.
After he’d busted a couple of nuts — one for each of the two women, just to make things fair — Speed couldn’t help but almost feel bad. He didn’t make a habit of letting anything as stupid as sentiment get to him when there were so many more important things in the world. People were hurt every day, and lives were ruined in the blink of an eye. Anyone who sat around wallowing about their hurt feelings was just being selfish, he always figured.
Anyway, ever since then, Speed had been thinking about Darcy’s perfect ass, shapely tits, and beautiful face every single time he put his dick inside a wet hole. It started to become a pain in the ass after some time. It was like something in the back of his brain, gnawing away at the squishy gray matter he used to do his thinking. And the more he thought about it, the stronger those thoughts got, until they were messing with him in a way that was throwing him off his game.
First, it was just making him less enthusiastic in the bedroom. Yeah, he could get the deed done, and better than any other man around. But his whole head wasn’t in it, like he was losing his lust for fucking or something. Speed wasn’t having that, so he just found even more women to have sex with, and drank even harder. He got to a point where he was fucking three or four women at a time, and he even thought about paying for sex. That way he could do literally whatever he needed to do, just to stir his appetite for pussy up as much as he needed to.
That kind of thing continued at least once per day for the entire month, to a point where he just decided it was time to have a serious thinking session. He needed to work out why Darcy was messing with his emotions so much.
Yes, he had finally decided that she might be worth focusing his attention on exclusively. The thought of anything as pussy-whipped as getting a girlfriend made him feel like hitting himself in the face with a shovel. That’s what he would want any of his boys to do to him anyway. Speed had always discouraged them getting mixed up with a woman who wanted a guy who would stay with her. It was just inhibiting to their freedom, and it made them weak as piss.
He let that simmer for some time, and didn’t even hit up the local bars for any new chicks during that time. He put his head to his business, and found he actually got a lot done. He managed to work out some new leads in this one little town, where he could have a courier take up a load of product once per month. The profits off that would be very nice indeed. He would have never bothered to chase that lead if he were still reeling from the previous night of sex, drugs, and booze, like he usually was. Maybe it wasn’t going to ruin him, having a woman, but that was still to be seen. The future could do some fucked up things to mess a man around. Speed knew that all too well. Then, there was also the matter of whether she would be interested in taking on an MC president as her guy. He started to worry about that when he should have just been enjoying getting away from the city.
Speed put it off for a few days, sending her the text. That was nothing like him, and it made him feel like a bit of an emotional wuss. He tapped out a text asking her to meet him at the clubhouse, if she wanted to. Right away, he’d hit the backspace button and erased it before he could convince himself to press send. At first he wrote something that was too cold and brief, like a message he’d pass onto some hired thugs about kicking someone’s ass. Next, he wrote something that was too personal, too needy, too much like a whiney little bitch had written it. If that’s what she was into, he didn’t have any hope of getting her. And if she were into the soft and sensitive type, Darcy wouldn’t have given Speed the time of day. No, he decided to just be honest and direct, without trying to put on some artificial façade.
That had gone on several times, with different approaches at the same meaning. Why he couldn’t just be direct like he was with the other women he’d been approaching, propositioning, and then cumming in, he had no idea. There was nothing going on there but another hottie he wanted to get another piece off. And the fact that his club was going to benefit at the same time? That was golden.
Finally, he sent her a text that just read: I want to meet up when I get back. Can you come see me at the clubhouse?
Nice and simple. Of course she’d agreed right away. She didn’t exactly fall over herself to sound eager, but just send back: Sure, that’d be great. I’ll see you then.
They sorted out the date and time, and that was all there was to the interaction.
It looked like maybe Darcy was aching for another meeting just as much as Speed was. After he went back to his hotel room at night, in whatever town he’d be going through, Speed tended to think about what he was going to do to Darcy. He couldn’t think of enough ways he could make her submit to him. She was the one in charge, she thought, the way she spoke to him and acted. But that all melted away the second she got her panties wet and needed a hard cock in between her legs. She was just like any other woman who still had a working libido.
His fantasies involved tying her up some of the time. Darcy would let him bind her hands with police cuffs, and he’d take great pleasure in forcing a big butt plug inside her, or smacking her in the face with his cock. But he loved the idea of ordering her around, as well. She’d do as she was told, while he got just what he wanted. It never got too extreme, despite the pure depravity of his imaginings. There was always that level of playfulness, which he certainly didn’t have with most of the other women he fucked. He was getting pretty eager to meet up with her again by the time he was scheduled to head back to the city.
Chapter Eleven
“I thought you’d been looking forward to this,” said Aubrey.
“What?” Darcy asked defensively. “Of course I have. I mean, it’s a great move, don’t you think? I wish we were doing it together, though.” It was the day Speed was due to return, and the fact that Darcy was the first to know about it had upset Aubrey.
“Well, he made the offer to you, not me. I wouldn’t want to ride along on your coattails anyway. That’s not my style, and you know it. You’ve been acting weird. If it were me, I wouldn’t be trying to pretend I didn’t want to see him again.” Aubrey sounded bitter when she said that, despite the fake smile on her face.
“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not when you talk about Speed. I wish you would just tell me what’s going through your head.”
Knowing Aubrey had a thing for Speed – despite the fact that she wouldn’t admit to it – Darcy thought it seemed like a good idea to keep the hot tub session a secret, at least at first. That definitely meant Darcy couldn’t
tell Aubrey about her growing interest — obsession? — with the guy. But, as best friends will do, Aubrey knew something was up. It took a week, but Darcy finally couldn’t keep the secret from her any longer. She’d set everything straight with her, even if she did leave out some of the more passionate moments.
“I am being serious. You don’t need to pretend you’re not into the guy just because you think I’m so pathetic I can’t handle my own jealously. It’s not that much of a big deal to me, Darcy.” Again, she sounded much more upset about it than she was letting on.
“You keep saying that, but I just don’t think it’s something I need to go on about. It was a one-time thing, and then he left, didn’t he? What am I meant to think about that?” It would have been nice to talk to Aubrey about her worries, instead of feeling the need to walk on eggshells to avoid hurting her feelings. Even if she’d been into Speed first, that didn’t change what happened. Aubrey couldn’t claim every guy she met, especially if they weren’t interested in her.
“Whatever. Are you nervous about going to an MC headquarters?” Aubrey asked. “I hope it’s not too rough in there. What do you think they get up to during the day? They wouldn’t be doing anything too full-on while we’re there, would they?” She actually sounded excited about it all, like this was some thrilling adventure. Crime wasn’t meant to be fun. People got hurt because of it. Darcy didn’t feel like delivering that tired lecture, though, and Aubrey was too pumped up about it all to listen.
“What’s ‘MC’ stand for? Oh, I get it: Motorcycle Club. Is that right?” Darcy was letting her mind wander, so she refocused and tightened her grip on the wheel. Driving was sometimes a good substitute for riding, and she could understand how people got their kicks racing things with motors in them. It didn’t get your ass in such great shape, though.
“You got it. I mean, these aren’t exactly the nicest guys in the world.”. She didn’t sound as put off by that as she should.
“And they’re probably not much to look at either, unless you want to give yourself a good scare.”
“Not like Speed, huh?” There was some accusation to the way she said that. “He’s a pretty good looking guy, right? Must be pretty rare to have the head of an MC who looks like someone you’d want to take home to meet your parents.”
“Yeah, maybe if it weren’t for all the tattoos, right?” questioned Darcy.
“Mmm, but they’re part of the charm,” Aubrey said. They both laughed a little.
Darcy was amused by the idea of Speed meeting any woman’s parents, unless he was just meeting their mother for sex.
“This is out of control,” said Aubrey. “I kind of like it, though. Maybe I’ll be able to score myself a hot biker dude, too. You can’t have gotten the only one in the state, right?”
Her unhinged attitude was more disconcerting by the minute, but they were already at the MC headquarters. It might have been a good idea to go without Aubrey…but it was too late for that, already there with her while Aubrey excitedly chattered.
“We’ll see,” Darcy said as they walked into the waiting room of the clubhouse. “Just take it easy, okay? This isn’t a game, and my racing career could be resting on how this goes, too. Be my support?”
“Okay,” said Aubrey like she was a child who just realized they needed to do their homework before they could go out and play. But she did sound sincere, which comforted Darcy. “I won’t do anything you’ll regret, I promise.”
They could see the mayhem that was going on through the next door. There were women, some of them less than fully dressed, sitting around the place. Some of them were running or playing like they were on spring break. At least one of them looked like they were only recently old enough to be allowed to drink. Darcy resolved herself, acknowledging her ridiculous insecurities at the thought.
There were also all sorts of booze bottles in there. The guys inside looked like they’d just been dragged through ten tons of filth, and passed the tattoo parlor on the way. It was like spying a bunch of drunk grizzly bears wearing leather jackets during mating season. They were huge, but they looked like they were not the kinds of men any sane person would want to be messing around with. It was a wonder how the women in there with them had found themselves drawn there in the first place. But they were probably after the danger, the depravity, the free drugs maybe.
Darcy liked the idea of being so well protected there. If anyone tried to do anything to her or Aubrey, she knew Speed would be all over them in no time. He was in charge of these guys and, for some strange reason, Darcy trusted him entirely. Whether that was a stupid move, only time could tell.
The woman at the front desk stood up and went over the partially open door, which Darcy and Aubrey were looking through. She slammed it shut and then shot them both an ice-cold look. Heck, it was downright vicious. “Yes?” was all she said as she re-approached her seat behind the front desk. “Do you two have business here, or are you just here to get a free look at some people having a good time? Unfortunately, some of us have work to do, so we can’t just sit around playing with ourselves all day. In other words: do you have an appointment?”
“Yeah…hi,” Darcy said sheepishly. She wasn’t expecting to be spoken to like that today, no matter where they were. “I’m here to see Speed.” She tried to say that last part with some confidence, but it didn’t seem to impress to surly woman.
“He’s busy. See you later.” And the secretary went back to her computer screen, clacking away at the keyboard.
Darcy stood for a moment with her mouth open, not quite what this woman’s deal was. She looked over to Aubrey, who have a little shrug and seemed to be just as amazed at this woman’s complete lack of civility or professional attitude. Aubrey nodded her head sideways toward her, indicating that Darcy should do something about this right away.
With a short sigh, she squared her firm shoulders and pushed out her chest in an effort to look more confident. “No, he’ll be waiting for me. I’m the cyclist The Wild Cards are sponsoring. We have business to discuss.”
“Mhm, sure you do, sweetie.” The secretary must have been at least a few years younger than Darcy and Aubrey. “I’ll be you have a whole lot of business to take care of, and I’ll bet you do it on your knees, too.”
“What the fuck?” said Aubrey.
“Yeah, that’s what I was about to say, Aubrey. Who are you calling sweetie? I could bench press your flat ass!” she said. “You might get away with your bossy bitch routine here. Maybe these guys even find it endearing. And they probably wouldn’t hit you for mouthing off either. In case you didn’t notice, I’m a woman, so I certainly don’t have any problem hitting another woman. Do you want to have another look on your little computer and tell me where I can see Speed?”
“I don’t see what he sees in you,” was all the woman said to that.
So she knew exactly who Darcy was, and had probably already been told that their appointment was that day. Darcy felt like she wanted to plant her fist right in the center of her smug, pretty face. It might even feel good to do it.
“Ladies, ladies, what are you fighting about?” came a voice from the inner door of the waiting room. It was Speed. “Is this surly young lady giving you a hard time?” He looked like he was about to come over and hug Darcy, but then he held himself back. “Francine, what the fuck’s wrong with you? I let you suck my dick once and you think we’re married. Get back to work or you’re fired.”
“Sorry, sir,” Francine said, looking sheepish and going red.
“Hi, Speed,” Aubrey said awkwardly.
“Aubrey, good to see you. And, Darcy, my special rider, how are you doing?” He took them into an office that he’d come from. “How’s training going? For the both of you.”
“It’s great, thanks for asking,” burst out Aubrey. It was a little painful how eager she was to impress him, even though he was paying almost all of his attention to Darcy.
“Just like I’ve been updating you, Speed. It’s going
great. That sponsorship money is like a God send.”
“Well it came from better than God, didn’t it?” He laughed at his joke. What an ego…but what a package that ego was wrapped in. They talked about riding a bit more, and how blogging was going. He’d been checking it out a little, and was very impressed. He even asked Aubrey if she wanted to get in on a sponsorship deal of her own. While the idea did tickle her interest, she politely declined the offer.
“That’s very generous, Speed. But I’ve always prided myself on doing this alone, you know? Just making it because I deserved to, not because I had the money to get me there.”
“You’re going to need a sponsor eventually,” Darcy snapped. She was a bit pissed at the implications in what Aubrey was saying. “I’m not selling out or anything by accepting the same thing every single pro cyclist accepts. Think of how great it would be to get to that level together.”