It didn’t really matter. They knew they would leave the room feeling beyond satisfied. With a man like Hawk, a man that oozed masculinity like that? There was no way you could be disappointed.
“Take out my cock.”
Like hungry wolves, the women unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick hardness into view. Without needing any further instruction, the trio of women began devouring his huge sex. Three tongues slid up and down his velvety shaft as their thick lips took turns engulfing the head of his cock, sliding him deep into the heat of their hungry mouths, one after the other.
Hawk’s hands caressed their hair, his cock thrusting deeply as they knelt before him. Their hands and lips expertly pulled and sucked on his engorged shaft. He moaned above them, pressure mounting deep inside him as the stresses of his day melted from his mind in short flashes of memory.
Violent images he wanted desperately to forget ripped through his brain as Gypsy took him completely into her mouth and Alice’s tongue caressed his balls below her.
The shiny metal of a gun, and a pool of blood flooded his mind as he remembered what he had done mere hours ago, the images relentlessly flashing in his brain. Like polaroids of his sins, he was haunted by them. If he could have done his work with his eyes closed he would have, for this very reason. He couldn’t get those polaroids out of his head. Unless he was doing this.
Fucking.
With every stroke and with every new woman quivering below him, he imagined he was burning each picture that tore through his head.
His thrusts became more forceful and with each push into Gypsy’s mouth, he tried to fuck away the memories of the all the shit he wanted desperately to forget.
It was the only thing that still worked. And thank fucking God it did.
Drinking stopped working long ago. And drugs only made it worse. Letting it all drift way with each orgasm was the only thing left. With every different mouth and pussy he exploded into, he could almost forget every bad thing he had ever done for the club.
Of course, it didn’t really work - not in the long run. But for a moment? In that moment of release, when the pleasure coursing through his cock became the only thing in the universe that mattered? Then and only then could he forget. It was a brief moment of relief, but it was better than none at all.
Alice’s mouth was even hotter than Gypsy’s and her tongue swirled around his long cock as Hawk fucked his cock into her open mouth.
She engulfed him, sucking and stroking his swelling cock as he groaned loudly and stiffened above her. He shuddered violently as he thrust deeply into her throat, his explosion warm and smooth.
Tension melted away from Hawk’s body, his shoulders lowered and his breath deepened with each pulse of his throbbing cock.
The smell of gunpowder and blood filled his nostrils, and he shook his head frantically, trying to erase the memory. His wet cock twitched as he pulled it from Alice’s mouth.
“Need more!”
“On the bed, ladies.” He barked the instructions, his politeness having fallen away as his need to eradicate the images in his head overshadowed his gentleness.
The ladies knew. They understood perfectly. And they were happy to provide the service. In addition to the protection that being part of the MC provided, being fucked by Hawk’s perfect cock was enough to make any woman happy - it didn’t matter if it didn’t they mean anything to him.
This was the life.
And this was the price.
Hawk removed his boots, then his jeans, and then threw his leather cut onto the chair next to his bed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the result of years of working out and lifting weights. Strength was essential for him, and his muscles rippled under smooth, tan skin. He was all man. But right now, he was just a fucking machine.
Hawk slid his wet cock into Desiree’s tight pussy forcefully, roughly thrusting her petite body into the soft mattress below her. He hammered into her, his mind and body focused on one goal, his eyes closed tightly as his hardness slammed into her over and over, the polaroids burning in his mind with each savage thrust.
Desiree whimpered below him as she submitted to his frenzied passion. Her pussy spasmed around him, her own body consumed by a constant pulsing orgasm as he slid into her harder and harder with every stroke.
Gypsy and Alice lay on either side of Desiree, watching with envy as Hawk stiffened above them, his cock exploding deep inside their friend’s bruised pussy.
The ladies watched with fascination as Hawk withdrew his still hard cock - pulsing, swollen, engorged - and amazingly, still standing at complete attention.
Hawk roughly pushed Desiree’s legs to the side, and with a quick kiss on Gypsy’s wet lips, he opened her thighs and slid inside her soft pussy with one swift movement of his hard, wet cock.
Gypsy threw her head back in ecstasy, her loud moans escaping her pretty mouth and echoing through the clubhouse as Hawk pounded into her.
Looking over at Alice, he gestured to Gypsy lying below him, impaled on his slick cock.
“Shut her up,” he growled.
Alice’s mouth engulfed Gypsy’s as Hawk fucked into her violently. His eyes wrinkled as he shut them tightly, his body working quickly and efficiently as he fucked into the gorgeous redhead below him.
Alice’s kisses only added to Gypsy’s pleasure, and she tore her lips away as she screamed loudly. Her pussy violently spasmed around Hawk’s huge cock. Her pussy milked his shaft and as he opened his eyes, watching her writhing below him in a quivering pile of feminine passion, his body shuddered as he exploded deep inside her wet pussy.
His orgasm melted away and his mind cleared. He sighed deeply as he fell onto the bed with the three women. Snuggled against him, they silently waited while he caught his breath, waiting for a sign of what Hawk wanted next.
“That was perfect,” he whispered, his mind finally cleared of the images of his day.
Alice whimpered beside him as she realized she wouldn’t be getting fucked today. Hawk laughed, caressing Alice’s shoulder and kissing her forehead.
“I’m sorry, darling. I’m sure the ladies will take good care of you. Next time, you’re first.”
Alice smiled, and put her head against Hawk’s chest as the four of them lay quietly together.
The shrill ring of Hawk’s cell phone interrupted the peaceful moment.
“Fuck!”
Gypsy jumped up and fished in Hawk’s jeans for his phone. She handed it to him and he cursed as he looked at the screen.
“Fuck! Shit!” He groaned before answering, all the tension he had worked so hard to release returning to his body in an instant.
“Yeah?” he said into the phone.
“Mi mon chou!”
“Hello, Blackie.” Hawk said grumpily into the phone. “What do you want?”
“Oh, now, is that any way to talk to me?”
“I’m in the middle of something,” Hawk replied.
“How many petite fils are in your bed tonight, darling? I know you’re busy, Hawk, but I need you. I need your help. I have a job that I can’t trust with anyone else, my love.”
“No.”
“Oui! I wouldn’t ask if I could have anyone else do it. It has to be you. I don’t trust anyone else. It’s important, Hawk. And you owe me!”
He paused, the past crawling back through his brain like a slithering snake that he couldn’t shake. His dad’s voice rumbled in his head, and he filled with rage at his inability to say no.
“Fine, dammit!” Hawk’s golden-green eyes flashed with anger as he relented to the woman on the phone.
“Merci! Come to my house tomorrow at three o’clock. You’re the best, mon chou! Qu'est-ce que je ferais sans toi?”
“What would you do without me? That’s a good question.”
“Now, now! You know you love me. I’ll see you tomorrow. A tout a l’heure!”
Hawk threw the phone across the floor, the glass shattering in the silence of the room.
> “Fuck!”
Hawk lay there a short moment, before groaning and turning over to plow his still hard cock deep inside Alice’s pussy.
“We gotta start over,” he said, as thrust into her savagely.
CHAPTER ONE
“I'm sorry, your card's been declined, ma'am.”
“What? Obviously, there's been a mistake. Run it again.”
I waited as the woman behind the make-up counter at Neiman Marcus ran my credit card for the third time in a row. This was so embarrassing.
“Ma'am, I'm very sorry. It's just not going through.”
Fuck! I had already tried my other two cards at Jimmy Choo and Prada on Rodeo Drive earlier today and they didn't go through either.
He had finally done it. After months of threatening to cut me off, my horrid father had finally gone through with it, proving he was more of an asshole than I thought he was.
“Just give it back.” I snatched the card from the woman behind the counter, her perfect manicure annoying me even more than her perfectly coiffed head. Turning on my heel, I clutched my faithful canine shih tzu companion, Pearl, in my arms as I unsuccessfully attempted to control the blush that crept across my cheeks and keep my cool.
“Your machine is obviously broken.” I called back over my shoulder as I walked away, pulling out my iPhone, the heels of my leather boots clacking loudly on the pristine white marble floor as I made my way across the massive gleaming store. When I spotted the ladies lounge across the way, I headed straight for it.
As soon as I entered the quiet room, I put Pearl down and hit the green button on my phone screen and held the phone up to my ear as my father answered.
“Daddy, how could you!”
“I'm sorry, Vanessa. I warned you ahead of time. In fact, I gave you many, many warnings! It’s time for you to get a job.”
“That's ridiculous! I've never had a job in my life, and you can't just cut me off like that. I have to take care of Pearl, and I have bills and…things...that I need...to buy.” My voice trailed off, knowing it was no use.
“I'm not changing my mind, Vanessa. You're going to have to figure something out on your own. You're a grown woman now and you can't depend on your mother and me forever.”
His voice was gruff and angry in my ear, and my heart sank as I realized he really meant it this time.
I was fucked.
I hung up on him in mid-sentence and plopped down on one of the massive turquoise leather couches in the ladies room, scooping up Pearl and holding her in my arms. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated my predicament. I was quite literally fucked. I had nothing. No money in the bank. No savings. No income.
I did, however, have a very nice loft apartment that came with a hefty rent that was due in two weeks, and was full of all kinds of expensive things, but they were all things that I had grown to love dearly.
Like my leather boot collection. And my designer purses. Not to mention the rest of my wardrobe and jewelry. All of these things were worth tons of money.
But outside of Pearl, the most important things to me were my art. The supplies I needed to be a sculptor cost outrageous amounts of cash. When you’re making life-sized pieces out of marble, it wasn’t cheap.
But I had no money. And now, I didn't have any working credit cards to buy anything else, either.
Like I said, fucked. Completely and royally screwed.
I rummaged around my bag, searching for my wallet. I found a crumpled up fifty dollar bill, two singles and 87 cents in change. Lovely. We could eat. For maybe two days in Beverly Hills if I was frugal.
“Fuck!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the high-ceilinged room, causing Pearl to snuggle into my arm.
The sound of a toilet flushing startled me. I thought I was alone, but I hadn't paid much attention either. At this point, I didn't give a shit though. I didn't care if some blue-haired socialite saw me crying like a baby in the ladies lounge at Neiman Marcus. I had more important things to worry about.
Like obtaining money. And a job. And how I was going to stretch this fifty-two dollars in my lap as far as I could in the meantime. And how I was going to take care of Pearl. She had been my constant companion since she was eight weeks old and I was thirteen, and now at the old dog age of twelve years old, she required all kinds of expensive care.
Despite my initial phone call, I knew my father thought I would continue to beg him to change his mind but he was wrong. I was tired of his manipulative, controlling bullshit and this stunt was just another step in him trying to control me. I was twenty-five, for fuck's sake! He didn't like it that I wanted to pursue my art instead of working some boring corporate job or God forbid - become a politician like him. If I had agreed to go to some Ivy League school, he would have no problem funding that. But no, just because I have an artistic spirit and I had big dreams of being a sculptor, he thinks I'm being lazy or unambitious. I'm an embarrassment to him.
Not like my older sister, Kate. Kate the lawyer. Kate the graduate of Stanford Law School. Kate, the perfect daughter, with the perfect husband, and the perfect mother of exactly two-and-a-half perfect children. I adored my nieces and I was sure I would equally love my nephew as soon as he arrived. It was their mother that drove me crazy. How she was able to do it all so well, and make it appear so effortless, had baffled me for years. However, she wasn’t humble about it nor did she hide her disapproval of my chosen path.
Hence, the rift between us. We just didn’t understand each other.
I was the black sheep. The black sheep who just happened to like nice things.
We were total opposites, and it had always been obvious who our father loved more. The perfect one.
Well, I would show him. But first, I had to prove to myself I could do it. I had depended on his money for a long time, but no more! Today was the end of that.
I would just get a job. That's what everyone else did. It couldn't be that hard. I would figure it out.
The clicking of stiletto heels on the shiny floor interrupted my train of thought, and I looked up into the most beautiful blue eys I had ever seen.
“Oh! Mon petite mimi! Darling, you look like you need a friend!”
She sat down next to me and quickly pulled me and Pearl into her arms. As she caressed my back, I was engulfed with a heady waft of the most intoxicating fragrance I had ever experienced. Uniquely floral, it invoked memories of lilac and rose, but with an underlying musky smell I couldn’t quite place. I inhaled deeply, memorizing her scent, wanting her to never let go, wanting to smell her forever.
Sinking into her embrace, I silently laid my head on her shoulder and cried, profoundly thankful for her presence as Pearl wiggled in my lap.
From that moment on, my life was never the same.
CHAPTER TWO
Genevieve was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. French, regal and elegant, she commanded the attention of every eye in the room. Not a weak bone in her body, she had an underlying strength that was intimidating. She took command of every situation, and I quickly learned to stay out of her way. After taking me under her wing that fateful day in the ladies lounge, she changed my life in ways I never would have expected.
She had taught me to take charge of my own life.
Now six months later, I could pursue my art. Now, I had plenty of my own money and I was completely self-sufficient. Pearl had all her needs seen to. I worked for myself, with a small percentage going to Genevieve, of course. I hadn’t seen my parents since I met her, and I didn’t miss their nagging one tiny bit. I was even able to keep my apartment and all of my treasured possessions. I shudder to think what might have happened had I not met Genevieve.
Quite simply, I owed her my life.
The best part of all is that now I had a family. A real family.
Genevieve employed three other women, and while it was definitely work, there was an aura of friendship, sisterhood and family. In this line of work, you needed support. You neede
d people to talk to that knew what you were dealing with. Other women to give you tips for what to do when a client got out of line. A place to go anytime of the day.
A soft place to fall if the inevitable emotions decided to trip you up.
We were all young. Not a one of us was over twenty-five, except Genevieve, whose age remained a mystery. She could have been thirty or fifty, it was impossible to tell. Her appearance was impeccable and her inner beauty and poise only made her seem younger. Long, straight black hair flowed down her back, framing her high cheekbones and bright, blue eyes. In the six months I had known her, I had never seen her without her signature red lipstick and black stiletto heels. She wore them like she was born with them, gracefully and effortlessly.
Her sparkling eyes were her best feature, and by now I was convinced I would do anything she asked with just a flash of those azure beauties. She was kind and gentle despite her take charge attitude and I considered her a dear friend. I knew I could talk to her about anything, and I had.
After convincing me to go with her to the wine bar down the street from the store on Wilshire, we spent that entire first night talking and getting to know each other. She had a way of easing into a conversation that made me want to tell her everything about me.
I told her about my father, about Kate, about my sculptures. When she insisted on seeing my work, I took her back to my apartment and showed her my pieces. I was proud of them. I hadn’t had a show yet, but I had been working day and night to finish enough pieces so that I could.
Not many people had seen my stuff. I had shown Kate a few pieces, but she was totally uninterested and self-absorbed. She didn’t have one nice thing to say about it. And my father was entirely too busy to even stop by for a moment to see them, which wasn’t surprising at all.
But Genevieve was nothing like them. Her lavish praise was embellished with phrases that I never would have used to describe them myself, and I was seduced by her genuine kindness and appreciation. By the time she was finished looking at them I was blushing bright red and could hardly make eye contact with her.
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