Sharing Freedom

by Harley McRide

  “Babe,” Easy said in his low grumble, which made her panties damp every time.

  “How was your day?” she said stupidly and wanted to crawl under the table and hide.

  Poke laughed and looked at her. “Uh, great. And yours?”

  Yeah, great day working in a strip club. This is why you don’t ask how peoples days are in a freaking strip club, she thought.

  “Fine,” she said and then turned and walked to her other tables with a bright red face. How did they do that to her every time. Well she knew, because they were fucking hot, and she could only remember what they looked like nekkid and fucking Trick, which she now fantasized, was her. So fucked up, she thought.

  The college boys called her over and she went to get their drink order. As she turned, she didn’t see Easy’s frown at the attention she was getting from the college boys. Nor did she see the way Poke glared at the young man who asked for a body shot when she came over to their table.

  The two men watched her as she moved through the club doing her job. If Freedom had a clue what dirty thoughts were running through their mind, she would never have walked up to Easy just before her shift was over and asked if she could speak to them before she left for the night. The large biker had nodded briskly at her inquiry making her more nervous as she went to change her clothes.

  She had to do this, she was left with no other choice. When she had seen a man in her section with a tattoo on his hand, which signified he was a member of the Diablos, she had panicked. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she had remained silent, not telling Rock or Magnum who she thought he was. The greasy little man had only been there for one drink, scoped out the inside of the club, and then slithered out the door with a smirk, all without even focusing on her.

  With her jeans and her tank top on, she walked back into the front hallway and looked out. Easy and Poke were waiting for her. Both of their eyes fixated on her and she tried to remain calm, but they were so sexy and overwhelming, she was sure her face was beat red at that moment.

  “Uh, can we….” she said slowly, trying to figure out where the hell she was going to take them to talk.

  “Come on, Free.” Poke smiled and pulled her behind him back to the room she now knew was one of the two rooms the MC club members used to have sex in. She turned even a brighter shade of red when he opened the door to the room she had seen them in the first time.

  Freedom walked hesitantly, it was later at night, and there was a possibility someone was already in the room. As she walked into the entrance, she breathed a sigh of relief when no one was in there. She heard the click of the door, and she turned. Easy locked the door and she frowned.

  “I thought you couldn’t lock the doors?” Freedom said.

  “Who told you that, this is a MC room, only members know the rules?” Poke said.

  “Shady,” Freedom said slowly. “I was asking questions.”

  “Why were you asking questions about the club?” Easy said with a hard tone.

  Freedom shifted and looked around the room. The bed kept drawing her eyes and she was shifting between her feet. Poke finally took mercy on her, pulled her to one of the couches, and sat her down. Easy followed and she was placed in the middle of the two hulking men who were staring at her intently.

  “Free?” Easy said with a growled.

  “Well, I was wondering about how to go about…you know…well…joining,” Freedom finally blurted out.

  “Why?” Poke asked.

  Freedom looked up in surprise; she never thought they would ask her that, she should have known. She was silent as she thought about how much she should tell them, then finally deciding she should at least tell them about the Diablos, she looked up. Easy and Poke had leaned back but remained silent, taking in her internal battle with ease.

  “You ready? Or have you decided to tell us some bullshit story to try to appease us?” Easy laughed.

  Freedom looked surprised, because that is exactly what she had been planning a moment ago before her conscience got the better of her. She didn’t want to lie to them, because who knew what sort of trouble she would end up in then.

  “No, I am going tell you the truth,” Freedom said slowly.

  Easy nodded with a grim smile on his face. Poke and he had vowed to stay away from her, then every time they came to the club they purposely sat in her section. Now here she sat in a locked room with a bed. It was like they were asking the universe to fuck with them because as Free was preparing to tell them her story, he was thinking of all the things they could do to her on that bed. Christ, he thought he had some control. When he focused back in, he looked toward his brother to see how he was fairing around the redhead.

  Poke took her hand gently and pulled her attention away from Easy who looked to be in deep thought, back to him. She smiled, because he wasn’t as intense and didn’t make her want to run for the hills when he looked at her.

  “Tell us,” Poke said with a low, sexy tone. Freedom shivered and nodded.

  “A week or so ago, I went to my father’s restaurant to do the books. I have a degree in accounting. Anyway, I had just walked in the door and I heard my father talking to someone so I stopped. I heard my name,” Freedom said quietly.

  “What were they saying?” Poke asked.

  “My father was talking about the money he owed; he said he wasn’t going to be able to hide it from me forever. One of the guys he was talking to started laughing and said it shouldn’t matter if I knew because I was a worthless cunt,” she said.

  “Who was it?” Easy growled and she looked up quickly.

  “I don’t know, I only know he was wearing a leather jacket,” Freedom said sadly. “Then they started talking about how my father owed them, which is fifty thousand dollars by the way, and they wanted it back. You see my mother was sick; she died from breast cancer about a year ago. I thought my father had good insurance, but apparently he didn’t. Then the men said they would take me for payment. I freaked out. I waited to hear my father tell them no way, I mean, how could he give me to them? I am a person not a possession,” Freedom said tearfully. Even thinking about it now devastated her. Why would her father think she would go along with that? She would never have done that, and he shouldn’t make her.

  Poke swore under his breath and looked at Easy with a grim expression. Freedom wasn’t sure what the look was for, it seemed like they were communicating without actually speaking. She had noticed the two men were close and seemed to know what one another were doing at any given time. A few of the other men did the same, but Poke and Easy were the most connecting.

  “My father agreed though, I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do so I just ran. I mean what else could I do,” she said then paused, and then looked at them. She hadn’t really lied too much. He did owe money them money and she had heard one of the guys call her that name. She just didn't tell them he owed the Diablos too and she was promised to them first.

  She looked at the guys while they processed what she had said and she remained silent and waited. Finally, Easy spoke, knowing he would be the one she had to convince.

  “Do they know where you are?” Easy asked.

  “No, I called my father a few days ago, he demanded I come home, but he didn’t know where I was. He found my car. The night I ran away, my car broke down, and I just left it with my phone inside,” Freedom said.

  Easy nodded and looked at Poke who was still holding her hands, he was absently running his fingers over the top of her hand, and she knew he wasn’t really aware of the comfort he was giving, but she still appreciated it.

  “Where are you from?” Easy asked.

  “From Pinessee, Arizona. Lived there my whole life,” Freedom said and then looked at Poke. “Never thought I would leave,” she whispered.

  “What do you want from us?” Easy said slowly.

  “I don’t know, I mean my world was blown apart, my father is a bastard, and I have nowhere to go because I was a loser with no friends,” Freedom
whispered.

  “No friends?” Poke said.

  Freedom shook her head miserably. She hated thinking about her childhood. Her father had money and so all the girls in high school only wanted to hang around her because they had to. One of them had gone so far as to say her father paid them to be her friends. She was shy and felt awkward most of her childhood. When she went to college, it hadn’t gotten much better. She was miserable, if she had to actually name a friend it would be Shady, because she was the first and only person who she had ever connected to. It was strange to think about it, and Freedom would never say it aloud but this place, even though she was a stripper, which was completely out of her comfort zone, was where she had felt more comfortable than her childhood home. She felt like she belonged here, and even the gruff bikers and men that came through here were better than the assholes she grew up with.

  “Yeah, well let’s just say I was not the most popular girl in the town. I was more like invisible, only people talked to me if they wanted something. My father was the worst. I mean I could go days without talking to him and then suddenly I was his favorite person,” Freedom said miserably. She sounded fucking pathetic and she knew it. If she was going to get them to help her, she was going to have to give them something more than just this sad story. She needed them to know she was more than ready to become a part of something like the club. She as sick and tired of being a fucking doormat, her father obviously thought she was one, ordering her to just go along with what he wanted. No more, she was going to show them she was something worth their troubles; she would be able to handle the life style.

  “Free,” Poke said slowly. “We can help you without you joining the club,” the man said honestly. He was going to make her cry with how sweet the gruff handsome man talked to her.

  “You don’t get it,” Freedom said. “This last week here has been the best of my life.”

  “Stripping for men has been the best week of your life? Honey, I think your priorities are a little fucked up.” Easy snorted and she turned and glared at him.

  “No, you bastard,” Freedom said hotly and Easy raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Excuse me?” Easy said.

  “Stop being an asshole for one minute, please,” she said frustrated and looked him in the eye and continued. “It isn’t the stripping, hell, I’m not even that good at it. It isn’t the job, it is the people. I feel like they accept me for who I am. I don’t have to worry about what they are going to want from me.”

  The men were silent and then Easy said, “You should be worried about what the men here want from you, damn it. What Poke and I want from you.” Easy growled dangerously and Freedom shivered a little and looked at the two men before wetting her lips. She noticed both of the men’s gazes were drawn to her lips, and she froze.

  “Babe,” Poke groaned and then shook his head. “Listen, we will talk to the guys and protect you. You don’t have to join the club just for that.”

  Freedom rolled her eyes. “Poke, I may be inexperienced but I am not stupid. I think I know what women that belong to the club are expected to do.”

  “Really?” Easy said and leaned back. “So if I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock you would?”

  Freedom felt her eyes widen, she hadn’t expected him to ask her for anything tonight. She still needed to talk to Shady about it. She was a damn virgin and really needed help. She wanted Poke and Easy more than she had ever wanted a man before.

  Easy grabbed her so fast she was dizzy from the sudden movement. Freedom gasped a second before his lips slammed down on hers. She had been kissed before—a lot of times—but nothing like this. This wasn’t a kiss, this was a statement, she understood it as soon as he put his lips on hers. This is what she was to expect. These men took what they wanted without excuse.

  Easy wasn’t smooth or soft. He was commanding and demanding—if truth be told, it excited her a little as well. She could feel his desire and felt her own rise. His tongue pushed through her lips, sweeping and discovering her taste. She moaned into his mouth and then felt Poke move to her back and pull her hair to the side and kiss her neck.

  The men moved their hands over her, moving her until she was sandwiched between them. She felt the tug on her tank top, lowering it until Easy pulled back and dove to her nipples, not giving her a chance to think; he was sucking them and teasing them with his tongue. Poke turned her head, kissing her. His lips were just as demanding but softer. He teased her mouth until she opened her lips freely.

  They were driving her insane. The dual sensations were like nothing she had ever experienced. Just as swiftly as he had pulled her to him, Easy slid to the floor. Later she would be amazed at how graceful the large man moved.

  He tugged at her jeans and she was about to protest, but Poke took over, teasing her nipples with his hands while continuing to make her thoughts hazy by kissing her. She heard Easy talking to Poke and she shivered at the lust soaked tone of his voice. Her jeans were stripped away as he spread her legs wide.

  “Poke, have you ever seen a fucking wetter cunt? She is dripping. She likes this, she wants it,” Easy growled.

  Poke moaned as she wrapped her arms around him, straining to get closer, not wanting Easy to stop talking like he was, she was surprised how it turned her on.

  She felt the tug on her panties and then gasped when Easy tore them from her body. Freedom pulled back and watched as Easy grinned and stuffed the torn lace in his front shirt pocket. Then he leered at her, bent closer to her pussy, and took a deep breath.

  “Oh, man, she smells like fucking sunshine, let’s see if she tastes as good,” Easy murmured and Poke grinned down at her and continued to play with her nipples.

  “I love these tits, they are beggin’ me to fuckin’ suck them into my mouth to have a taste,” Poke said and she groaned as he did just what he said.

  Her head laid against the back of the couch as the two men feasted on her body. She was on fire, feeling things she never thought she would feel with a man. Her previous boyfriends had been lackluster at best. They didn’t set off the need that these two men did. She had no idea what the hell was wrong with her, she liked having the two men touch her, play her body like a violin.

  Easy swiped his tongue up her slit, licking her until she was writhing beneath him, she had never felt anything like this. When he paused at the top of her pussy, she held her breath. She felt his fingers pull her apart and then she looked down at him as he grinned. Weird.

  “Perfect little clit, baby,” he whispered and then sucked it in his mouth. Freedom bowed off the couch, pushing her breast into Poke’s hand and mouth, while also pushing her pussy into Easy’s mouth. He was relentless, holding her clit between his teeth and flicking his tongue over and over until she was ready to scream.

  “Fuck yeah, baby girl,” Poke murmured against her nipple. “She is fucking shaking she wants to come so bad, Easy.”

  Something in her snapped as she felt them owning her body, she wanted more, she wanted them to stop playing around and fuck her. She wanted to feel their cocks, she didn’t care anymore if she was a virgin or not. This was a turning point for her. She was becoming something she never thought she would be, a demanding wanton woman.

  “Please,” Freedom cried loudly. She didn’t even care how loud she had become. Demanding they let her come as she grabbed both of their heads and held them where she wanted them to be.

  When she came, Freedom screamed both of their names, praising them for giving her such an amazing release. And just like that both of the men released her. Freedom laid on the couch half naked with two men towering over her. She wanted to raise her arms and have them cuddle with her as her body shook and came down from the orgasm they provided her. But when she saw the look on their faces, she froze.

  “Get dressed,” Easy ordered. Freedom flinched at his voice.

  “Come on, baby girl,” Poke said smoothly and handed her the jeans they had just ripped of her body.

  Freedom nodded
. Not sure where to look, instead she put her head down and busied herself with her clothes as they watched her with hooded eyes. When she was done, she stood with her hands at her sides and finally looked up at Easy. The passionate man who had been with her moments ago was gone, and the cold, unfeeling biker she had come to recognize and even want was standing before her. Poke was tense, she could see him wrestling with something but he remained silent and let Easy handle the conversation.

  “I'll talk to Creed about you joining. For now, you will keep your mouth shut, your eyes open. From this moment, you are a probate Bitch, which means you live off the club, but will come to the house when we ask. Before you are allowed over, you will have to prove to the guys your loyalty and that you are serious about this. If they want something, you do it. Don’t care what it is, you feel me?” Easy said and Freedom paused and then nodded slowly.

  She didn’t want anyone to touch her but these two men, but if she wanted to be protected, and see where this led, she was going to do it. With a determined look on her face, she looked up at him and finally answered.

  “Yes, I understand,” she said firmly.

  “You get what I am saying, babe? Because once you start down this road, there is no going back. Once a Bitch always a Bitch, and none of the guys are gonna give a shit if you hesitate,” Easy growled and narrowed his eyes.

  Freedom swallowed and looked at him with the same determined looked and nodded. “I get it.”

  “Fine. Get your ass out of here, we will let you know.” Easy nodded briskly and walked to the bar, calling over his shoulder, “Send Trick in here, would ya?”

  Freedom frowned but then nodded and put her shoulders back and walked to the door. She couldn’t help but be jealous, however, she knew neither of them cared. And she refused to let them see the hurt they caused her. With a deep breath she pulled open the door and cast a last look to the men who were standing at the bar relaxing. She would do what they wanted.

  *****

  “You gonna let Creed know she is open?” Poke asked when he heard the click of the lock.