“Nah, man. I’m straight. I won’t ever be with any of them enough to allow those feelings to develop.”
“I heard you don’t fuck any of them, that true?” He was eyeing me oddly then.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“What’s up with that?”
“Exactly what we’ve been talking about. I can get a blow job that takes the edge off, give them nothing, and then no feelings.”
“Damn, dude, that’s kind of cold.”
“No, it’s just honest. I don’t want anything from any of them. If they offer up something, and don’t get what they want one of the other guys usually steps in any way. No big deal.”
Rabbit nodded his head sagely before spitting out a hard truth. “Eventually, you’re going to get over that bitch of an ex of yours fuckin’ you over the way she did. When you do, it’ll be because a woman you can’t look away from walked through the door.” I noticed his attention moved to Charlie, the woman who had become our Vice President’s old lady recently, who had just come through into the kitchen.
“Great party last night, Tango. Congrats on becoming a full member!”
“Thanks, Charlie.”
Rage was quick on her heels sweeping in behind her, locking his arms around her waist, making her giggle as he then scooped her up while whispering something in her ear. Rabbit looked away.
“That a problem for you?”
“Nah, she’s a cool chick, and perfect for Rage. Obviously.”
“Mm,” I made the noise in the back of my throat, because it seemed to me that Rabbit had a bit of a crush on the woman, and that maybe his sage advice was also something he was trying to convince himself of. I knew there was no way Charlie had fucked him over, but maybe he wasn’t as immune to catching feelings for people as he seemed to think he was.
Chapter 2
Tango
(11 months, 2 weeks, 5 days ago)
Fucking Cinco de Mayo just wasn’t something I really wanted to get involved in. Camilla, my ex-girlfriend had asked me to a Cinco de Mayo party a month before I got out of the military. She wasn’t my ex-girlfriend at the time. At least, I didn’t think she was. We had been dating for two and a half years. I’d come home from a yearlong deployment, expecting to propose to my girl. Cinco de Mayo seemed the perfect time too. We’d be around her family, friends, and fuck, I just couldn’t wait to get a ring on her finger and officially take her off the market forever. She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs immediately when I got to the apartment she shared with her two sisters. We fucked like crazy, with a condom, which I thought was odd, but went with it since it had been a while since we’d been together. Then she gave me the low-down.
She’d met a boy from the neighborhood while I’d been gone. They were friends first, but soon fell in love, and with me not being there, apparently it had been easy for her to forget she was already involved with someone else. I guess all the Face Time videos, e-mails, and phone calls we had damn near daily when I wasn’t down range hadn’t mattered. Not once had she mentioned this asshole. Then, she pulls out a ring, and slips it on her fucking left hand ring finger. It was a tiny chip of a diamond, and honestly probably not real anyway. It was nothing like the one I had burning up my pocket in that moment. She had gotten engaged to this asshat while I was deployed. I didn’t say a word to her after she explained and slipped his ring back on her finger. I stood, walked out of her room, and left her apartment. I never looked back. I never answered a single text, call, or e-mail from her afterwards. Even when her sisters begged me to take her back after she found out her fiancé, Pablo, was apparently engaged to two other women in town too, I just walked away from them all. Not a word spoken. I hadn’t touched another woman since either for anything more than a blowjob, because fuck if I could trust a goddamn one of them.
“Come on, man. I know all that shit went down on Cinco de Mayo two years ago, but it’s time to build a new memory, maybe finally get laid again, dude.” Whiskey tells me as we pull up outside the Red Garter in Rapid City.
“Seriously, T, fucking use it or the thing’s bound to fall the fuck off,” Fox concurred. The bastard. He wasn’t much better about women. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if he wasn’t more into men, and afraid to admit it. Though, I don’t know why he’d be afraid to admit it. It’s not like any of us gave a fuck where he stuck his dick. None of my speculation mattered tonight though, because apparently my two best friends were on a mission to get me laid.
“Do you really think a strip club is the place to pick up chicks?” I asked incredulously. “Generally, the only women here are the ones working, and the hands off policy in these places isn’t going to get the job done.” I smirked as I reminded them of that last little tidbit.
Whiskey’s face fell a little bit, but Fox just laughed. “I have it on good authority there will be plenty of chicks here tonight. Some of the ladies from Black Hills Beauty College are here to cheer on a friend tonight.”
“What the fuck, Fox? How the hell do you know that?”
He shrugged. “When I went on that run up here with Rabbit to chat with a distributor about the stuff we needed over at Renegade Rosy’s we ran into a few of the girls, had a great time, and I’ve been texting with one of them on and off since.” Renegade Rosy’s was the strip club the MC ran back in Spearfish, but seeing the same old tits and ass gets old for some of us, which is why I thought we had come here. Now, I was rethinking everything.
“Well, shit!” I said while thinking back to the way I’d just been questioning Fox’s sexuality. He was pretty up front that he didn’t mind a little fooling around with a dude, but I guess that’s all there was to it since he was actively seeking out this woman.
“What’s her name, man?” Whiskey asked as something I couldn’t really decipher flashed across his eyes before he locked it down.
“Mary,” Fox announced before we paid our admission, and headed inside.
Fox had been right about the women being in abundance tonight, but his Mary never did show up. Instead a bubbly little redhead with a tight and toned body, slender hips, but a decent sized rack was all up in our business. She couldn’t seem to decide between the three of us either, which we all found amusing. We had shared a woman between us once before, when we were first picked up as full members of the club. Most of my participation had come in the form of watching, and then getting my dick sucked. That didn’t seem like a bad way to go tonight to ease some of the tension I’d had lately. It would also take the pressure off for having to find a chick to bang to get these assholes off my chest.
“So, are you guys hanging here all night, because Sadie just finished her last number, and the girls are going to be headed out soon?”
“You should definitely stick around with us, sweetheart,” Whiskey informed her while glancing over her head to see that Fox and I both nodded in agreement. Then he leaned in and used that smooth-as-fuck voice of his to send chills and goose bumps rolling across her skin. “You ever had three guys please you until you couldn’t fucking move before?” Her eyes went wide, but not with shock. She was definitely all about the anticipation of what was to come. The girl beside her, a prude and a half, glared at her friend.
“Please, tell me you’re not seriously going to go anywhere with these bikers,” the girl snapped out.
“Oh, I’m thinking I am,” the redhead laughed.
“What about Jamie?” The girl asked.
“Well, if I hadn’t caught Jamie fucking that cunt from Western Dakota, I’d be leaving with you lot and behaving like I’ve never had my legs spread.” The guys and I laughed at her sassy response.
“Your man cheat on you, darlin’?” Fox asked. She batted her baby blues up at him and nodded. “Well, we can make sure you forget all about him.”
“Yes, please,” she sighed. One of the other girls tugged on her arm then. “What?” The redhead asked. I still had yet to get her name, because honestly it wasn’t fucking important. She was nothing to me, and in the m
orning when we headed back to Spearfish, she’d still be nothing more than some girl who sucked me off while banging my friends.
“Are you seriously going to hog all the sexy-as-fuck bikers?” This girl had blond bimbo written all over her. If she were auditioning to be a sweet butt for the club, she’d probably stand a chance. As a one-night stand we had to be extra careful of, she didn’t fit the bill. She stuck her tits out in the air, in my general direction. They were fake, but still nice. Great shape, and their size was compatible with her stature. If it weren’t for the fact that everything else on her was just as fake as her tits I wouldn’t have minded. Her left eyelash was tilted at an odd angle where the glue hadn’t held, her very dark roots were showing a bit – which had to be embarrassing for a beauty school attendee – and her teeth were all either capped, fake, or just bleached to high heaven. They were so white it almost hurt to look at them. I wasn’t even about to start dissecting how many layers of makeup she was wearing. That was the thing that appealed most about the redhead. If she was wearing any makeup, it was minimal at best. She was rocking the natural look, and we were all down with that.
“What about you, handsome?” She asked me. “You don’t look like you should have to share with two other men. I bet you could do all kinds of naughty things to me.”
I grinned at her, probably giving her false hope, but the guys could tell by my grin that nothing good was about to come out of my mouth.
“Oh shit,” Whiskey laughed before I even got a word out. I ignored him though and looked the girl with the crooked eyelashes right in the eye.
“I could do lots of naughty things to you, sweetness,” I told her while still grinning. She was moving in closer now, her breasts damn near molesting my arms. “But I would have to be interested in you, and I am most definitely not.” Her eyes widened while her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “You see that girl there,” I pointed to the redhead. “She’s a natural beauty. I’d rather share someone like her with ten men than stick my dick in someone with eyelashes that look like a caterpillar is trying to make an escape from their face. Seriously, you should go get that shit in check.”
“Holy fuck, Tango!” Fox sighed out then patted my arm as he doubled over in laughter. The redhead mouthed, “thank you,” to me even though it was unnecessary. It’s not her fault she could walk out of here with three virile, young guys ready to go throw down and her friends weren’t any kind of competition. They could take their bitter jealousy and choke on it while my boys and I show this chick a night she’ll never forget. Hell, I might even get my dick wet for the first time in two years. At least I was thinking about it as a possibility, which was an improvement over the past couple of years. “Let’s get out of here, beautiful.” The redhead wrapped her arm around my bicep, and gladly accompanied me out of The Garter alongside my two best friends. We had checked into a hotel suite not far from here, so I let go of her and helped her onto the back of Whiskey’s bike for the ride over. I had never ridden with a woman on back of my bike before, and she wasn’t about to be the exception.
“I can’t believe that shit just rolled out of your mouth, man, but that was funny as fuck. I’m glad I wasn’t the only one trying to figure out where her eyelashes were trying to run off to.” Fox was still laughing, which was highly unlike him, so while I normally didn’t take to insulting women, I was going to chalk it up as a win just because it got this reaction out of him, and helped the redhead feel better about her decision to come with us.
~*~
Back at our hotel suite we immediately cracked into the minibar since things got a little awkward. If I’m being honest, I’d only been in the one foursome before, and the only reason it hadn’t been awkward that time was because we were all smashed and the woman was a club whore. We didn’t have to worry about how she’d feel about things in the morning so long as she consented to having all of us there with her, and she did.
“Guys,” Red finally called out as she knocked back a shot of rum. “This doesn’t have to be weird.” With that, she started stripping out of her clothes and both Whiskey and Fox followed suit almost immediately. She glanced at me where I was just sitting in a chair across from the action, taking it all in. “What about you?” She asked, almost shyly.
“He likes to watch for a while first,” Whiskey informed her as he moved up behind her and reached around to grab her very abundant, very natural creamy white tits that were capped with pale pink areolas and eraser stiff nipples. I watched as Fox strolled up in front of her gliding his fingertips down her arms, just barely avoiding Whiskey’s where they overlapped to play with her breasts. The two watched each other for a moment, and the look that passed between them made sparks fly. I definitely hadn’t been wrong before. There was more going on with my two best friends than what everyone saw on the surface. I wasn’t so sure either of the morons realized they had a thing for the other, but it also wasn’t my place to point that shit out. Maybe toying with this girl for a while would be enough to show them. Fox sank down to his knees in front of her and wasted no time leaning in and swiping his tongue through her sopping wet sex. I could see the dampness of her arousal trickling down her thighs from where I sat. Fox groaned as he took her in, obviously liking the taste of her. He wasn’t one to fake that shit.
“They played that game for a bit with Whiskey sucking at her neck, her jawline, the tops of her creamy mounds when he pushed them up with his large hands so that he could lean over her shoulder and suckle the tips while Fox continued to tickle her clit with his tongue. As I watched, my jeans grew tighter so I unbuttoned, pulled the zipper, and gripped my cock with my hand, giving it a bit of tug. Not that I needed it. I was rock hard just from the show I was watching so far. Everything was taking place in what seemed like a sensual slow motion. It was intoxicating, and completely different from the other experience the three of us had with a woman. That had been about getting down to business and getting off as quickly as possible before we passed the fuck out. This was about exploration and enjoyment.
I really liked the fact that Red had a little landing strip of pubes leading from her tight belly to her honey hole. Not many women kept any hair down there anymore, and what a shame that was, because it took away from the scent of a woman. Her arousal was easily whisked away with nothing there to capture it and entice a man to stick around. Hell, I’d never understand the desire of men to see a woman looking pre-pubescent anyway. Trimming is a good thing. Going bald is just a tad creepy for me.
I had gotten lost in my own thoughts long enough that Fox was now standing side by side with Whiskey, and Red had a handful of both of them. Neither of them was complaining. And while I’m not gay or even bisexual I will admit to being caught up enough that I was watching closely now. Both of my best friends had very similar cocks. It was almost as if they were cut from the same cloth. Fox’s was ever so slightly thicker than Whiskey near the head, but other than that they were about average length and girth for their build. They both definitely knew how to use what they’d been given too. Having witnessed it first hand, there was no doubt.
Red kneeled before them and started taking turns licking first one, then the other. She never took her hands off of them as she did so. The hand that roamed up and down each of their shafts also dipped periodically to cup their balls and roll them around while she sucked deeply of each cock in turn. The guys were literally trembling in her hands as she worked. She moved to deep throat Fox and he reached out, for the first time since she started worshipping at the altar of their cocks, to grab hold of her hair. “Yeah baby, that’s it. Suck it deep, because I’m about to blow.” She followed directions well, sucking him in deep, hollowing out her cheeks, pulling hard, and rolling his balls around with her delicate little hand. “Fuck! Yeah!” Fox grunted as he shot his load straight down her throat. Little Red didn’t stop there though. No, she was a fucking champ, and made sure to lick him clean as she went.
Whiskey was all smiles as he moved over closer to where I was s
itting, his cock in hand, pumping it ever so slightly as he did. “C’mere babe. You need to take care of T like you just did Fox while I take care of that pretty little pussy of yours.” I could hear her moan as she stayed on her knees and crawled seductively over to where I sat, legs spread wide, and cock out at the ready. She gently removed my own hand from my cock and took its slightly longer, thicker flesh into her slender fingers. She never commented on my size like the BRAT back at the club had. I was thankful for that. Instead, she just went to work sucking, touching, and getting to know my cock and balls intimately. Whiskey had donned a rubber and was moving in behind her as her ass wiggled in the air while she bobbed on my dick. He ran two fingers up her slick folds eliciting a quick response moan that reverberated through my cock in a beautiful way. The vibrations set me on edge as I threw my head back and willed myself not to blow just yet. It had been a while since I’d last indulged in getting head. I wanted it to last, but the time that had passed since I’d had any physical attention was making that a difficult feat.
After Whiskey impaled the woman with his dick she cried out around my cock, but never removed it from her hot, wet mouth. Whiskey started to glide in and out of her slowly, no doubt hitting her special spot each time as he did. I could tell because she would moan in delight at the same point with each push forward that he made. Her moans weren’t what sent me tipping over the edge though. No, that happened the moment Fox moved up behind Whiskey, tapped his thighs apart further, and then lowered himself to his back, sliding beneath both Little Red and Whiskey to get at her clit with his mouth again. He sucked and licked her, and if I’m not mistaken he enjoyed a fair bit of Whiskey as he pulled out each time too. Between Whiskey fucking her and Fox licking her, Little Red started panting and moaning a constant humming tune onto my dick as she sucked the life out of it. Literally. She sucked me until my balls pulled tight, lightning shot through flashes down my body, and the thick, hot jets of my come came shooting out in exquisite gratification while the woman before me swallowed it all down. It was pure fucking heaven. My head was thrown back on the chair as I waited to get function back in my limbs and for my breaths to return to normal.
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