Ride Me Away

by Jamie Fuchs

  I picked up my glass and took a sip. He went back to what he was doing before I showed up, rifling through something underneath the counter.

  The bar was quiet, other than the three men who were constantly laughing over the smooth jazz.

  I decided to wave the bartender over again when he looked up. Time was wasting.

  “I just moved in around here,” I said. “Is there anything I should know about the area?”

  “Like what?”

  “I got a weird vibe walking over here. How safe is it?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t really recommend a pretty young lady like yourself walk around alone at night.”

  “All right, I’ll keep that in mind. Anything else?”

  “Well, the usual. Avoid the gang colors, stay away from the wrong people, lay low, and you’ll be fine.”

  “The wrong people?”

  “You ask a lot of questions, don’t yah?”

  “Yeah.” I smiled. I enjoyed seeing how far I could push things before people would push back. “I come from a small town and I’ve heard a lot of horror stories about bigger cities.”

  “Well, in that case, the biggest problems we have here are individuals. There aren’t too many groups in this neighborhood that are worth mentioning. A lot of people are scared of the Satan’s Saviors, but I’ve never had a problem with them.”

  Good information.

  “That’s good to hear,” I replied.

  I took another sip of my beer as he pulled his already rolled up sleeves further up his arm, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the bottom of a tattoo on his bicep.

  “You have a tattoo?” I asked him.

  “Huh? Oh, that?” he said as he looked down at his arm, pulling at the sleeve a bit to reveal the bottom of it again.

  “Yeah… can I see it?”

  “I’d have to take off my shirt,” he laughed. “My muscles are too big for these sleeves to go any higher.”

  He then crouched down slightly and flexed, stretching the fabric of his shirt. I assumed he was trying to impress me, but I found it more cute and endearing than anything else.

  “I don’t mind,” I said as I looked him directly in the eyes and leaned over the counter a bit more. “And I’m sure they don’t mind, either.” I motioned with a nod to the other men behind me.

  I could see him looking around, the cogs in his head slowly turning. Clearly he didn’t expect me to call him out on it.

  “I dunno, it’s not very professional,” he said as he averted eye contact.

  “Chicken.”

  His gaze darted back to mine. “Fine. But first you have to tell me your name.”

  “Kim.”

  I watched intently as he began unbuttoning his shirt. This was almost too easy, but I’d been eager to see the rest of him ever since he poured my beer with those strong forearms.

  Slowly, he revealed his well-defined pecs, then his toned abs. As he pulled off his shirt to reveal one shoulder at a time, I began noticing my heightening arousal. If there was one thing on a man that got me going, it was a good, strong set of shoulders.

  He turned to the side with his shirt still halfway on and flexed again as he showed me his tattoo. This time, he was more natural about it.

  The tattoo was of a simple dragon circling his bicep. Its tail was firmly lodged between its jaws.

  “What’s it mean?” I asked.

  “I have no idea. I was young and stupid when I got it.”

  “Put your shirt back on, dumbass!” I heard a man yell from the doorway behind me.

  “Shit, I knew he’d be here soon.”

  “Your boss?”

  “Yeah, he comes in around this time and takes over. You’re going to get me fired, and I only just met you,” he said with a smirk as he buttoned his shirt back up.

  “So you’re leaving then?”

  “Not yet. Soon.”

  “Mind giving me a ride home, since it’s not safe for a little lady like me to be walking all alone out here?” I gave him a little smirk and turned my eyes down to my almost empty beer.

  “Sure,” he said a little bit too excitedly. He stared at me for a few more seconds before turning to leave.

  He came back about half an hour later.

  “You ready?” he asked from behind me. I turned around and stood up.

  “Yup, let’s go.”

  He led me to the door and we walked out to his car. The night air was a bit chilly as the breeze brushed against my exposed skin.

  “So, where do you live?” he asked as he unlocked his car doors.

  “Just down the road here, in that apartment.” I pointed to it. The outline was visible against the dark sky from where we were standing.

  When we got to my apartment, I thanked him and opened the car door, testing him a little bit.

  “You’re not even going to be nice enough to offer me a drink?”

  Good, I thought. He does have a little courage, after all.

  “But you work in a bar,” I replied as I stepped out. “How can you possibly be thirsty still?”

  “The drive down here was long and treacherous,” he said with a sly grin as he leaned over to the passenger side.

  “All right, I’ll make you something delicious.”

  He shut off the car and got out to meet me at the entrance.

  When we got to my room, I went to the cupboard and pulled out two glasses. I filled them with just a little bit of water before joining him at the table by the balcony window and giving him one.

  “Oh wow, you like your drinks strong.”

  I just smiled and downed mine in two gulps. He did the same.

  “It’s just water…” he said.

  “I told you I just moved in.”

  We both laughed for a second before our eyes locked. His gentle blue gaze pierced through me. I never made the first move on a man, but sometimes it got difficult to resist. The urge to claw my way over the table and tackle him to the ground was mounting between my thighs.

  “I see you have a couple tattoos. What do they mean?” he asked.

  “They mean that I’m pretty to look at, but I’m going to hurt you if you let me get too close.”

  I only had tattoos of thorned roses, nothing else. They were true to me. I held my arms out to him so he could take a closer look and he took my hands.

  “One on each arm and one on my upper back.”

  “Can I see?” he asked.

  “Now I’m the one who would have to take my shirt off. I hope you don’t mind,” I replied deviously.

  He smiled. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

  I stood up and began pulling my shirt up over my head. Turning around so my back faced him, I reached behind to unhook my bra. I didn’t want the band to be in his way.

  I waited for some kind of response. Then, just as I was about to ask him what he thought, he wrapped his arms around me and grabbed onto my bare breasts. He pressed his warm body up against my back and I could feel his cock growing against my ass.

  With his breath hot on my ear, he whispered: “That’s a sexy tattoo.”

  I let my head fall back onto his shoulder as he kissed my neck and massaged my breasts. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he rubbed his erect cock against my backside.

  Reaching around behind me, my hands found his hips and I untucked his shirt. I slid my hand underneath to finally get a feel of his solid body.

  Each kiss he gave made me want him more and more. The way his lips trailed along my neck and up to my ear had me begging on the inside.

  I turned around slowly and his eyes wandered lower to my chest. He focused on my perky breasts before he pulled me close for a kiss. I reciprocated for a moment, but I had other things on my mind.

  I kissed my way down his chest, taking my time as my lips glided past his pecs, over his abs, and down to his belt. I squatted in front of his bulging crotch as I loosened his buckle and dropped his pants to the floor.

  He stood in front of me, swollen and throbbin
g as I grabbed him with both hands and took his head into my mouth. He let out a pleased groan.

  I stroked the shaft and twirled my head around the tip. He leaned back against the table as I went to work.

  His groans were quiet but natural, each one ringing true. It didn’t take long before I could taste the saltiness escaping from his length.

  My pussy was drenching my panties, forcing the fabric to cling to my slit, and I knew I was ready. I kissed the tip of his cock one last time before standing up to kiss him on the mouth.

  He spun us around and began undoing my belt. I took my pants off before he pushed me back to sit on the table.

  Crouching down in front of me, he returned what I had just given to him. I leaned back onto my elbows in ecstasy as he tasted my needy cunt with a long lick up the length of my pussy.

  He must have stood up at the same pace as the lick, because not even a second later, his cock was pressing against my lips, pushing its way into my cunt. With a long, slow thrust, he filled me with everything he had until his hips could go no further.

  Repositioning me so my ass was at the edge of the table, he lifted my legs into his arms and began fucking me. I moaned breathlessly each time his cock pushed inside.

  It felt different but good. I wasn’t used to being handled so delicately. He fucked me more gently than I had gotten used to with Taylor, but I didn’t mind. A warm, hard cock was better than my fingers any day.

  Reaching down to my clit, I began rubbing myself. He picked up the pace to match the rhythm of my fingers and I could feel an orgasm beginning to swell inside me.

  “Harder!” I screamed, I needed just a little more pressure before I could climax.

  He changed his motions and each thrust pushed his hips against my body with a slap. His balls grazed my ass each time, and that was all I needed. I could feel the release only seconds away.

  Screaming louder, it all let loose on his cock. I collapsed against the back of the table as he continued fucking me. His groans were more pronounced with pleasure than before as I wriggled around in front of him.

  “I’m on the pill,” I exhaled.

  “Good,” he groaned before letting out a deep breath.

  His cum began spilling out into me, filling me with his warm mess, each thrust pressing harder and harder against my body until he could manage no more. He let out one final sigh as he pulled out of my pussy, now dripping with both of our juices.

  “I guess I should get your name too, huh?” I said as I looked up at him, my legs still spread.

  “I’m Ryan.”

  “Pleased to meet you, Ryan,” I replied with a sly smile.

  Initial Contact

  A couple weeks passed from the day I’d first arrived in Los Angeles. I took daily walks, familiarizing myself with the area I lived in as well as the area around the Satan’s Saviors’ clubhouse. I tried not to spend too much time in that area though, and I made sure to wear large sunglasses. I didn’t want them to notice me just yet.

  Tonight would be my first real night on the job. According to the one useful piece of intel I’d received, Jag would be at the Angel Saloon.

  I grabbed a tank top and a leather jacket from my closet and put them on. I’d have to look the part. Jag’s eyes needed to be on me.

  It was around ten-o’-clock by the time I called a cab.

  The bar was trying to be as true to their name as possible. They had authentic-looking western style swinging doors at the entrance, exactly as you would see them in any Old West movie. The people inside were a bit different, though. It definitely attracted the rough outlaw types, only these ones wore leather.

  As I walked past the benches, I immediately noticed that there were only a handful of girls here. The ratio was about ten to one, and I caught the eyes of nearly every man in the room as I took my seat. I sat next to what appeared to be a younger guy, but he was turned away from me so I couldn’t know for sure.

  The actual bar was in the center of the room with stools all around. Every piece of furniture inside was wooden and worn. The stools, the counters, the tables—everything except the bottles of alcohol and lights.

  I spotted Jag sitting across from me on the other side of the bar with a beer bottle in hand. He wore a black leather jacket and had his hair tucked behind his right ear.

  His eyes were focused on me, but I returned no attention. The game was on.

  “What’ll it be?” the bartender asked unenthusiastically.

  “A beer,” I replied.

  He reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle before popping the top and leaving. I tossed a few coins on the counter and sat patiently, observing how everyone interacted with each other.

  I noticed Jag’s eyes on me quite frequently, but that was still no different than any other man in the room. My jacket was unzipped just enough to expose some cleavage. I wasn’t afraid to use my body as a weapon.

  The man Jag was talking to got up to use the men’s room. I gave him a slightly longer look before I pretended to look down shyly. It happened almost too naturally for me. His rugged air was definitely the type that I found attractive.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him get up and come around the bar. Before he could get to me, I turned to the young guy beside me and tapped him on the shoulder.

  “Hey, what’s a lady gotta do to get some attention around here?” I asked.

  “Huh?”

  I could see his face now. He’ll do, I thought. He was attractive enough for my purposes tonight.

  “You heard me.”

  “Well, you could take your top off and dance on a table. I’m sure that would get some eyes.”

  Jag walked past us at this point and I got a nice glimpse of his ass as he circled back around. He had a swagger to his step, like he didn’t care what anyone thought of him.

  “How about some conversation first, darling?” I replied.

  “About what?”

  “You sure know how to seduce a lady, don’t yah?”

  “Sure do.”

  I glanced back over at Jag’s seat. He had completed his round of the bar and had returned to his starting position. With Jag leaning further over the counter, he watched intently as I talked to this dumbass.

  “Mind giving me a ride home?” I asked.

  The young guy turned to his friend.

  “See yah, man. I’m out.”

  His friend didn’t even look at me. He just took his friend’s hand and they bumped their chests together as they clasped palms.

  “Bye,” said his friend.

  The young guy turned back to me. “Let’s go.”

  I gave Jag one last glance as I left, letting our eyes linger just long enough for him to think I was playing with him.

  When we got back to my place, I thanked the man for the ride and stepped out. This guy was too dumb to get any action from me tonight. He got out of the car, too.

  “You’re not inviting me up?” he asked.

  “No.” I didn’t even bother turning back.

  “Yeah you are,” he said and I heard his car door shut behind me.

  I stopped at the door to my apartment building and turned around.

  “No, I’m not,” I repeated more sternly this time.

  That didn’t stop him. He approached me and showed his intent as he extended his arm toward my hip.

  “If you touch me, I’ll put you on the floor.” I was done with this little shitface.

  He laughed and continued despite my warning. As soon as his hand touched my hip, I raised my knee and came in rough contact with his junk. I could feel his balls squishing under the pressure as he keeled over with an oompf.

  I absolutely hated scumbags like him.

  Just as he hit the ground, I heard a chopper driving down the street in front of me. I looked up, but I couldn’t see much other than the outline of a man in the darkness.

  I left the young guy groaning in pain on the ground and let myself into the building. Hopefully that would be the
last time I ever saw him, and the last time he ever tried to pull that shit on a woman.

  The Arrangement

  The plan now was to avoid Jag’s hangouts for at least a week. I wanted to give him some time to let everything soak in; to have him wondering exactly who that mysterious new woman was. He had given me enough attention that night that I’d know exactly how to handle him from now on.

  Men were too easy to play. The conflict between their two minds was their greatest weakness. Understanding that conflict was what made me the best agent on the force.

  I decided to hit up a local biker shop to get some new clothes so I’d fit in just a little better at the saloon next time. Now that I had attracted Jag’s attention, I wanted to blend in so nobody else would notice me.

  When I arrived, a young woman with multiple tattoos and piercings greeted me. I politely declined her offer for help and began filtering through the ladies’ jackets. A few moments later, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

  My initial reaction was to throw it off and set myself apart from the man, but I had to remember that I was in a safe place.

  Turning around, I found myself looking straight into Jag’s eyes.

  He wore the same jacket as the night at the saloon, but this time he seemed a bit more open and friendly with a smile on his face.

  “Hey, I saw what you did the other night,” he said.

  I blinked, feigning ignorance. “Saw what?”

  “You drop Buster to the ground like a sack of potatoes,” he said with a laugh.

  “Oh, that. Yeah, he deserved it.” I turned back to the rack of jackets. “Bastard tried to lay a hand on me after I warned him.”

  “I hadn’t seen you around before, so I wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any trouble. It’s never good news when a new girl leaves with him.” He smiled again. “But I guess you know how to handle yourself just fine.”

  “Sure do. Thanks for your concern, though.” I was giving him a hard time on purpose.

  “I wanted to tell you something.”

  “What’s that, darling?” I turned back to him with a little sass in my hips.

  “Our family is having a community barbeque this coming Sunday. You might have some fun there.”