Hard to Handle (A Bangers Book)

by Sarah Bale

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  Daisy and the Dead - Chapter One

  Virgin Wars- Chapter One

  Hard to Handle

  Sarah Bale

  Copyright © 2017 by Sarah Bale

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover design by Book Genesis

  Cover Images by nelka7812 (depositphoto.com)

  First Printing: August 2017

  Hard to Handle / Sarah Bale. -- 1st ed

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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  Also by Sarah Bale:

  Daisy and the Dead - Chapter One

  Virgin Wars- Chapter One

  About the Author

  The Men of Bangers are charming, attentive, and unapologetic in their love of women. Most of all they crave fulfilling your darkest, most forbidden fantasies… for a price. But what will it take to bring these bad boys to their knees?

  Meet Rod:

  I get hard for one thing and one thing only.

  Respect.

  My name is Rod and I’ll rock your world… if you beg.

  When THEY walk into my club offering me what I crave, all bets are off.

  I’ve wanted them both for a long time and once I have them I’ll finally quit the game.

  ** Warning: This is a fast paced book that will make you squirm in your seat. The conclusion to the series ends in a HEA that will leave you satisfied. **

  Chapter 1

  Money rains down onto the stage and it’s kind of hypnotic. The lights make the bills flash different colors until I have to blink. Ridge brushes past me as the song ends. Usually he has some smartass comment to make. Not tonight. Tonight he’s leaving early. If I were a betting man, I’d bet he was going to see his woman.

  Pussy.

  I’ve been around the club long enough to see it happen. The guy meets a girl. Falls in love. Leaves work early. And before you know it, they’re gone. Just like Diesel. That kid had something special and threw it all away for a woman. But… if the right people came along… I’d do the same.

  My music cues and I step onto the stage. It’s a busy night. Thank god for spring break. Women flock the stage and I don’t see any familiar faces. I’ll have to work extra hard to get the money from their fingers.

  Tonight I’m doing my construction worker act. Women tend to like this one, especially when I put the sledgehammer between my legs and stroke it like it’s a massive cock. I begin the act and the women are digging my moves. I’m not going to lie – it’s a relief when the first woman makes it rain. Other soon follow until the stage is covered in bills.

  I wave at the crowd as I leave the stage. As I head to the shower I try to ignore the pain in my knees. I’m getting too old for this crap, especially when no one respects me like they used to. Once – I was the main guy that everyone looked up to. Now I’m just a washed-up joke.

  “This is fucking bullshit.”

  Ridge storms out of the boss’s office as I step into an empty shower stall.

  I ask over my shoulder, “What’s going on?”

  “I’m on fucking probation. Someone told that prick I was leaving early tonight. Probably one of the new fuckers.”

  His guess is more than likely correct. There are several newbies walking around and each is trying to make a name for themselves, even if it means backstabbing. Again – lack of respect.

  “How long are you on the shit-list?”

  “A month.” He runs his hand through his hair. “This is a fucking joke. He needs me more than I need him.”

  That’s something Ridge hasn’t learned yet: Everyone is replaceable.

  “If you’re feeling froggy, then jump.”

  “I don’t need your old man wisdom right now.”

  I roll my eyes. I’m only forty-five, but these young guns make it sound like I’m ninety-five. Turning off the water, I cringe as my knee pops. Ridge smirks at me, feeling as if his point is made.

  “Have you talked to Diesel?”

  This makes Ridge frown again.

  “Yeah. Started his new dance gig last week.”

  “Is he still with that woman?”

  Never would have pegged that kid to be into older women.

  “Yeah. They seem happy. Whatever. I’m over it.”

  He grabs his bag from his locker and heads out the door. Mario rushes after him, but I don’t hang around to see what happens. Instead I head out to the main floor so I can walk from table to table and meet the newcomers.

  I have a few faithful customers, but most of my business comes from the young women who come to the club for the first time. I gravitate toward them when possible, but never if they have a motherly figure with them. I don’t put up with women clucking around like they know what’s best. The thought makes me shudder.

  As I walk around I can’t help but notice two particular women. They’ve been the source of many of my wet dreams. I resist the urge to adjust myself. They just turned nineteen. I should know. Their birthdays are close to my daughter’s - they are her roommates.

  Finally, I go to the table with a smile on my face. I couldn’t stay away if I wanted. I can’t help but to notice they’re wearing pink wristbands, which means the front desk verified they are STD free. My cock twitches.

  “Jane. Natalie. What brings you here tonight?”

  Jane glances at Natalie. For as long as I’ve known them Natalie has been the leader of the group. Whatever she says the other do without questions.

  Natalie smiles. “Hey, Rod. You looked great tonight.”

  “Thanks.”

  She takes a sip of her soda. “You certainly know how to hold that massive sledgehammer.”

  Her pink tongue darts across her lip.

  I cough and then ask, “Is my lovely daughter with you tonight?”

  I don’t like it, but my daughter comes to the club with her schoolmates. She says I can’t stop her from coming, which is true. Just makes me a little uncomfortable. Plus Jane and Natalie always make eyes at me across the room until I get hard. Not exactly something I want to happen with my kid in the club.

  “No, she’s on a date tonight.”

  Thank god.

  “Same asshole?”

  Jane laughs. “Yes. Same guy.”

  My daughter has been dating this prick for a year now. They met at Bangers, ironically. He was a waiter trying to make some money for college. If he’d been an entertainer I would have never let them be together. But he seems nice enough. And he makes her happy. Plus, I have to give him points for quitting the club without being asked.

  I make small chitchat with the girls until I run out of things to talk about. I mean I don’t want to come across as creepy…

  Finally, I say, “Well, I’m going to head backstage. Let me know if you need anything.”

  Jane shoots Natalie a look. Well, this is interesting.

  Natalie moistens her lips. “Actually, we were wanting a dance.”

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sp; My chest tightens, but I can’t tell them no. They’re paying customers, so it’s their right to get a dance from their choice of guys. I can, however, put the fear of god in whichever guy they pick.

  “Oh? With whom? I’ll grab him for you.”

  I hope they don’t notice my jaw clenching.

  Her cheeks turn red. “You. We want a dance with you, Rod.”

  My stomach flips a few times.

  “Me?”

  “Yes.”

  Jane speaks up. “Not just any dance. A private.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  Natalie’s eyes dance. “Your mouth is hanging open.”

  I snap my mouth shut. “Girls, do you even know what you’re asking?”

  Shit. What am I asking? They’re giving me the green light to-

  “We’re not babies, Rod. The levels were explained at the door. We want a private. With you. At the same time.”

  No, they’re not babies. I’ve known that since last year. I pretend to debate it for a moment before nodding.

  “This way.”

  Chapter 2

  They are silent as they follow me through the club. Maybe they’re having regrets? Some of the guys smirk as they see me the younger females. I roll my eyes. Maybe when we get to my room and the girls see the bed they’ll take off running? I’m not going to lie - I hope they don’t.

  We reach the room and I unlock the door, letting them enter first. They’re holding hands and it does things to me. It’s kind of hot and kind of off-putting at the same time. I close the door.

  “Girls.”

  Natalie launches herself into my arms and kisses me. I’m stunned for a moment before I kiss her back. Her mouth is warm and sweet. When her tongue touches mine it’s tentative. I lick hers back and then taste her. When she pulls away she grins.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

  Her face is flushed again and she looks dazed. I smile back at her, but I have to say the next part.

  “Girls, we need to talk before anything else happens.”

  Both frown as if I’ve just used my dad voice. Maybe I did.

  “I’m old enough to be your father-”

  “Rod, we’re adults. We know what we want.”

  Jane nods. “We’ve been talking about this for a while. Please don’t say no.”

  “I’m a little surprised.”

  Natalie lifts a dark eyebrow. “Really? I would have thought after that night you would know this was coming.”

  I close my eyes for a moment. That night… god damn… that night was the source of my wet dreams. It happened last year during spring break. My daughter was staying with me because her mother and step-dad were out of town. Plus, I didn’t have as many rules at my house. When she asked if her friends could stay, too, I had said yes. They were thick as thieves from everything I’d heard.

  The moment Natalie and Jane stepped through the front door I knew they were going to be trouble. Natalie wore daisy dukes and a bikini top. Her tits were practically spilling out. She looked exotic with her dark hair in a bun on the top of her head. Jane was the complete opposite. Pale skin. Light hair. Innocent and angelic. She wore a dress that seems sweet, until she bent over in front of me, revealing her bare pussy.

  I thought it had been an accident at first. When she turned, she looked me right in the eyes and then winked. I’d been stunned.

  They were eighteen.

  It was so wrong.

  But I couldn’t help but watch every time they paraded in front of me.

  Jane asks, “Have you thought about that night, Rod? Because we have. We’ve both masturbated thinking about how sexy you looked.”

  The week went by in a blur and I swore the girls were doing things to lure me to them on purpose. Accidentally brushing against me in the kitchen. A bikini top that floated in front of me in the pool. Things like that.

  The final straw was when I walked in on them in my shower. Natalie had the removable showerhead between her legs, head thrown back in pleasure, as the pulsating water pounded her clit. Jane’s mouth covered one of Natalie’s perky tits and she moved her head back and forth as she sucked.

  After Natalie came she dropped to her knees and put her head between Jane’s legs. I stood there, watching them, as I grew hard. Jane opened her eyes and saw me standing there. Instead of screaming in alarm, she reached down and pushed Natalie’s head against her pussy and threw her leg over her shoulder.

  Jane says, “I watched you touch your cock while Natalie ate me out. It was so fucking hot.”

  I had. While Natalie lapped and licked at Jane’s bright pink pussy, I’d reached into my boxers and stroked my dick. It was so hard that it hurt. I freed it from my shorts and stood there, pumping my cock, wishing it was inside one of them until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  Natalie asks, “Why didn’t you join us in the shower? We purposely used your bathroom that night, hoping you would.”

  “Because it was wrong.”

  Jane smirks. “And yet you watched us until you came.”

  I had. I jacked off until I shot my load in hot spurts. Jane moaned out my name and Natalie turned, lips swollen from eating her friend out. There was a moment where we stared at each other and then Natalie stepped from the shower and sauntered to me like a water nymph.

  She reached around my neck and tugged my head toward her breast. I latched onto her brown nipple and sucked. Hard. It beaded in my mouth and I used my teeth to bite. She moaned, urging me on. Jane joined us, touching and caressing me until I started to get hard again.

  They led me from the bathroom, to my room. The girls climbed onto my bed, bare pussies swollen and ready to be pounded, inviting me to join them.

  I was about to when my daughter knocked on the door, asking if I’d seen her friends. I said no, and she left. The girls begged me to fuck them, but the moment was over.

  “We had to go back to our room and get each other off after you asked us to leave,” Jane says with a frown.

  Fuck. It was a glorious and torturous image.

  “You weren’t the only ones.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I had to jerk off in my shower when all I wanted was to come into your room and slide into one of you and then the other.”

  Natalie asks, “Then why didn’t you?”

  “Because I didn’t want my daughter to find out.”

  Jane laughs at this. “Rod, she knows we think you’re hot.”

  “Thinking I’m hot and fucking me are two different things.”

  Natalie nods. “You’re right. That’s why we’re here. So you can’t say no.”

  Jane looks at Natalie and adds, “And we don’t want you to use a condom. We turned in our STD screening at the door.”

  The pink bracelets proved this. Which means I didn’t have to wear a condom. I could fuck them bare.

  “Then lets do this. Because I’m aching to be inside of you.”

  Chapter 3

  I point to Jane. “I want you to strip first and get on the bed.”

  She giggles, but pulls her dress over her head. She climbs onto the bed and leans against the headboard with her legs spread open wide. Fuck. She’s wet and it’s so sexy.

  I tell Natalie. “Stay right here and don’t move. Don’t even touch yourself.”

  She nods. I strip out of my clothes and my cock lifts up toward my stomach. Jane eyes me greedily, reaching out for me.

  I push her hand away and shove her legs apart.

  “The night you came over to my house you wore a dress that showed me your pussy. Was it on purpose?”

  “Yes. We’d seen pictures of you. I told Natalie the moment I saw you that I wanted to fuck you. I picked that dress hoping you’d like what you saw.”

  I lick through her folds, tasting her juices. She moans when I suck on her clit. Damn. She tastes so fucking good.

  I pull away. “I’m not going to get you off tonight.”

  “You’re not?”

  She’s confused.

 
“No. Natalie is. That is your punishment for teasing me that night.”

  I motion for Natalie to join us.

  “Get naked and then eat her out. But don’t let her come.”

  Natalie nods and takes her skirt and shirt off. I reach out and unbraid her hair as she settles between Jane’s legs. The contrast in their skin is beautiful. Tan against pale. Dark hair cascading over porcelain thighs. Jane moans and urges her friend on. I watch, becoming more aroused, as Natalie brings Jane to the edge and then stops toying with her over and over.

  I move behind Natalie on the bed and position her so her ass is in the air and her head is still between Jane’s legs. Fuck. Her pussy is drenched from eating her friend out.

  “You naughty girl.” I smack Natalie’s ass. “You like being between Jane’s legs while I watch, don’t you?”

  She nods and Jane sighs.

  “Well, I’m about to fuck you like I wanted to that night. And when I’m done Jane’s reward will be eating our cream pie. We’ll let it drip right into her mouth.”

  Both girls moan. I’m being filthy with them, but this is a one-time thing. Might as well live out my fantasy.

  I hold onto Natalie’s rounded hips and thrust into her. She cries out and arches into me. It’s so erotic pumping into her while she eats out Jane, who is fondling her tits, and crying out in ecstasy. My hands dig into Natalie’s tan skin. Her head lifts so Jane won’t come.

  “You’re a dirty slut, Natalie.” I say, thrusting faster. “I’m fucking you while you eat Jane out. You’re just our own personal fuck toy.”

  “Yes. Oh god. Yes.”

  “You’ll do anything I say because you’re a whore.”

  “Yes!”

  I use one hand and push her head toward Jane’s swollen pussy.

  “Eat her out and let her come this time.”