Ride Me Away

by Jamie Fuchs

  And with that, he turned to walk away.

  “Where?” I asked.

  Without another word, he held his hands up by his head, pointing to the back of his jacket with both thumbs as he walked away. The logo of a devil holding two bloody angel wings spoke loud and clear: Satan’s Saviors.

  It went against my initial plan to take things slow with Jag, but I couldn’t just ignore an invite like that. It was a fast track into their lives; an easy opportunity to become a familiar face for the entire club.

  Jag hadn’t given me a time for the barbeque, but I assumed it would be in the evening. I caught the bus to their clubhouse and things were already in full swing behind the brown wooden fence surrounding their backyard.

  People were walking around with hamburgers and hot dogs. They were conversing in groups, laughing. Rodney, their president was immediately recognizable. He was running the barbeque.

  Jag wasn’t kidding, this really was a community event. The atmosphere was more friendly and welcoming than I expected. I walked through the crowd of adults and children, who were chasing each other at my feet. The grass below them wasn't taken care of very well, it was drying out in large patches of yellow.

  When I found Jag, he walked right over to me and smiled.

  “Hey, you made it!”

  He extended his arms and gave me a quick hug.

  “Come on, let’s get you a burger.”

  Jag headed toward the grill, and I followed in his footsteps.

  “Hey Rod, I got someone you should meet.”

  Rodney lifted his head up and took a look at Jag, then at me.

  “Yeah, who’s that?” he asked.

  Jag stopped next to the grill and paused before turning back to me.

  “What is your name, anyway?”

  “Kim,” I replied. “I didn’t get yours, either.”

  “I’m Jag, and this is Rod,” he said, pointing a thumb at Rodney. “This is the lady that dropped Buster with a knee to the nuts.”

  “Ohh, Little Miss Nutcracker. Nice to finally meet you. Jag told us all about how you handled that jackass so… politely. Well done!” Rod said as he handed me a paper plate with a bun and burger on top.

  “Thanks.” I smiled with the two men and took the plate.

  “It’s not often you find a woman who can handle herself so calmly and… well, I can’t say elegantly, but definitely calmly.”

  “He’s not the first one who tried, I’ll give him that,” I said as I began putting some toppings on the burger.

  “I bet. You’re a fuckin’ hottie.” Rod whistled.

  “Hands off, buddy,” I said as I looked back at him. “I got no problem putting you on the ground, too.”

  “Ohh, feisty!” Jag crowed.

  I finished topping my burger before turning back to Jag and Rodney, who were now busy talking quietly so that I couldn’t hear.

  “I have a question for you two.”

  “Shoot,” Rodney replied.

  “I haven’t bought a bike here yet because I don’t know how the local clubs look at women riders, or if there are any rules I should be aware of. Anything I need to be worrying about?”

  They looked at each other briefly before turning back to me.

  “Nope. In fact, we encourage it,” Rod said.

  Jag turned back to Rod. “How about Roxie’s bike?”

  “What about it?”

  “Well, it’s been a long time now.”

  Rod thought about it for a moment.

  “I guess she could use that,” he said. “We’re not giving it to you or anything, but you can use it for now. We’ll get the prospect there to clean it up for you.”

  Rodney pointed at a younger guy wearing a leather jacket without the main decal on the back. It only said “prospect” where their club role goes.

  “Just make sure you take care of it.”

  “Really?” I asked in astonishment.

  “Sure, it’ll get that damn thing out of my sight. It doesn’t have any resale value anymore, anyway.”

  I had kind of been looking forward to using the all-expenses-paid credit card I got for each job, but this was so much better. I couldn’t believe how easily everything was falling into place. This case was going to be closed in a matter of weeks, at this rate.

  For the remainder of the barbeque, I wandered around, finding a few friendly-looking people to talk to. I chatted with the prospect, Tadd, for a bit. He was only nineteen and was clearly fresh. It wasn’t obvious to me if he knew exactly what type of thing he was getting into, either. I think he mostly just wanted to belong somewhere.

  I met a few of the “sisters,” or so they called themselves. Most of them were junkies, but a couple of them stood out to me, mainly Jessica.

  Jessica had short blonde hair. She had one green eye and one blue. There was something about her eyes that prevented me from looking away. They were truly intriguing.

  She had a degree in law and had worked at a few larger law houses before she found the club. Five years ago, at the age of thirty, she quit. She couldn’t stand the corruption and decided the outlaw lifestyle was more for her. At least the people here were honest about what they do, she said.

  Robyn was the other sister that seemed to still have her head on straight, despite the fact that she’d come to the club straight after her eighteenth birthday. She was twenty-four now and had never looked back on her decision. With her sparkling brown eyes and brown hair that she kept in a ponytail, she was drop dead gorgeous.

  When the sun began to set, the crowd started to clear out one by one. I looked around and realized it was mostly just me, the club members, and the sisters left. Jag approached me once again.

  “You need a lift?”

  I thought about it for a second so I wouldn’t seem too eager. “Sure.”

  “Come with me,” he said as he waved his hand and turned to walk around to the front of the clubhouse.

  He grabbed a helmet off an outside rack as he walked past and turned around as he continued walking backwards.

  “Catch!”

  He tossed it to me and grabbed another one off what I assumed was his bike before he took a seat on it. I hadn’t ridden on one of these things in a long time, but I remembered how much I enjoyed the vibrations and power they possessed. I couldn’t wait to have one of my own.

  I put on the helmet and sat behind Jag, snuggling my body close against his as I wrapped my arms around him. The motorcycle between my legs roared as it started up, spreading a devious smile over my face as he rolled us backward onto the street.

  The delicious smell of his hair followed closely behind him, and I became surrounded in his musk until we sped off. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I squeezed him tighter, holding on as we cruised down the street.

  When we got to my apartment, he shut off the engine and I stepped off the bike.

  “Here you are, darlin’,” he said.

  “Thanks, Jag,” I said as I handed him the helmet he had loaned me.

  “I’ll see you around then.”

  “If you’re lucky.” I gave him a little wink and began to turn away from him.

  “Hold on,” he said. I turned back to face him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  He tapped his index and middle finger against his cheek and pushed it out with a devilish grin. I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cheekbone.

  “Thatta girl.”

  Then he was gone, driving off into the distance and leaving only fumes behind.

  Back For More

  I hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly. Plans were being set into motion far more quickly than I was used to, but I knew better than to let the confidence get to me. Usually I’d still have another month or so to settle in and become a normal person, but this time, I would have no such luxury.

  Kim needed a job, and fast. I spent the entire next day going around to restaurants, shops, cafés; anything within walking distance. Only three o
wners took my resumé. The rest wouldn’t even consider me.

  When I got home that evening, I felt defeated. I couldn’t believe what it took to get a simple job around here. Even out of the three owners that took my resumé, I only expected one to actually look at it.

  Job searching was exhausting, and having to do it all in one day took a lot out of me. I stripped down out of my dirty clothes and stepped into the shower. Warm water always helped after a hard day.

  With the water trickling down my body, a stream formed that went straight down my belly and over my clit. The warmth was nice, but I would need a bit more than that. This apartment building wasn’t upscale enough to have a detachable showerhead.

  I tried to bend over and angle my butt to the air, but I didn’t have enough room to get the angle right. Then I remembered I had brought my vibrators. They would serve me well tonight.

  Turning off the water, I dried myself and went to my bedroom to lay down. I turned on my vibrator and closed my eyes. My imagination began to run wild as I imagined Taylor bursting through the door completely nude. I’d watch as his cock would slowly harden with desire, getting ready to destroy me.

  I began moaning quietly until I remembered Ryan.

  What the hell am I doing? Ryan’s like, two minutes away.

  He was no Taylor, but a warm cock was better than a lifeless vibrator any day.

  I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and called a cab. I was too exhausted to walk all the way there tonight. With some fresh clothes on, I met the taxi down at the main entrance to be taken to Club X.

  It was the exact same scene as it was last time I was there: the same men drinking and laughing at the table by the door and Ryan looking bored at the bar.

  He noticed me immediately and stood up with a big, eager smile on his face.

  “Hey! Kim!” he bellowed as I walked toward the bar. “Glad to see you around here again.”

  “Yeah, how does this place even make money?”

  “I have no idea. It’s always like this. It has been ever since I started working here.”

  “I guess those guys must drink a lot, then.”

  “They do,” he said with a small laugh.

  “So, when’s your shift over?” I asked. “I need another ride home.”

  I leaned over the counter and bit my lower lip, making it extra clear what I meant.

  “Uh… I can probably get out of here in ten minutes.”

  “Good. Hand me a beer, will you? This place needs someone to pay the bills.”

  Ryan popped the top off of another Stella and handed it to me before disappearing into the back.

  It struck me as odd that this bar could continue to operate like this for so many years. The cop in me began questioning how legitimate this business actually was. I decided to make it a little side project while I was here. Maybe I could get a nice bonus out of it.

  Ryan came back out about three minutes later.

  “Let’s go.”

  The second my apartment door shut behind us, he grabbed my body on either side, his thumbs pressing up against the bottom of my breasts as he threw me up against the wall. His lips were not far behind, kissing me with incredible passion as his hands found their way overtop my tits.

  Whoa.

  I was caught off guard. It took me a couple seconds to realize what was happening. He wanted me so badly, and this time he was showing it. I began kissing him back with the same intent as he pushed his body closer against mine. His cock was already rock hard as he rubbed against me.

  With one hand slipping between our bodies, I reached for him. I took his massive hard-on into my hand and began stroking it overtop his pants.

  The fire in his lips threatened to consume mine as he began thrusting his cock through my hand, pushing me harder against the wall. His groans of passion infiltrated my mouth with tiny vibrations across my lips.

  He ran his hands down my side to my ass before lifting me up. I let go of his cock and wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs cinched tight around his waist as he carried me further into my apartment.

  Lifting me up higher, Ryan put my breasts up against his lips and began nibbling at my nipples through my shirt. I let out a moan of pleasure. It had been a long time since a man had wanted me so badly.

  I lifted my shirt out of his way and removed my bra, leaving a trail of clothes from the door to my bedroom.

  He threw me down on the bed and lowered himself down on top of me, pushing his knee up against my cunt through my pants. I felt the juices soaking up into my panties as he rubbed against me.

  I ran my hands up and down his back underneath his shirt, clawing at him as he nibbled on my neck. The sensations were mind numbing as I moaned for him.

  With his shirt nearly off, he pulled away for a second to remove it completely before he came back down for another taste of my lips. He was crazy tonight, totally desperate for my pussy, and it was becoming just as desperate for him.

  I reached down to undo his pants before he kicked them off. My hand slid down under the waistband of his underwear to find his cock soaking wet with pre-cum, just for me. With me stroking the length of his shaft, his knee ground harder against my cunt.

  Ryan reached down and undid my pants next. He pulled them off and threw his underwear to the side too. With us now completely naked, he climbed back on top of me and drove his cock deep into my snatch.

  His lips crashed back down against mine as he laid on top of me, his hips demonstrating the same desire as his mouth. Our groans became an impassioned chorus as he reached around behind my head and lifted it up tighter to his mouth.

  He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me back down to the bed before his lips moved down to my neck. I couldn’t believe the passion he was expressing tonight. I hadn’t felt this needed in years.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, giving him a better angle to push deeper. My hips began gyrating in rhythm with his, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

  He pulled back from my lips for a moment to get a good look at me, and me of him. His eyes were glazed over and he was not the same man who’d just drove me home.

  I reached down to my clit again, and the moment I touched it, I could feel the urge to cum already mounting. As I moaned with pleasure at the sound of our hips colliding, my legs tensed up. They tried to lock him in close, but it was no use. He was too strong, and his powerful movements continued to drive deep.

  He pulled away from me, leaving my pussy gaping as he grabbed onto my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed. In one smooth motion, he flipped me onto my stomach and let my legs drop down beside the bed.

  The pressure of his throbbing desire found its way back to my needy hole. He was crouched behind me, fucking me harder than he had done before. His groans were almost too much for me to handle. I couldn’t wait for him to cum.

  His hips began to buck wildly, and I could tell he was close. I moaned louder for him, showing my appreciation of how he was treating me. A few seconds later, he pulled out, shooting stream after stream of his warmth all over my back. It was good to feel that again. I had missed it.

  Ryan wasn’t done, though. He crouched down, and I felt his tongue dipping into my juices as he licked my aching slit up and down. It performed little circles around my clit, slowly getting smaller and smaller until he began flicking it side to side.

  I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. As soon as his hands grabbed onto my wet ass, that was all I could take. The pulses released, sending streams of tingles and pleasurable convulsions through my body and down my legs as I spasmed and moaned.

  Collapsing into a panting mess, I regained my composure as the blood returned to my head. Ryan went to the bathroom and washed his hands before bringing back some toilet paper and cleaning me off. He may just have proven himself to me. I’d definitely be going back for more of this.

  The two of us laid down on my bed, finally embracing in our exhaustion.

  Then I thought of an
idea. I knew it was a long shot, but I was desperate.

  “Are you guys hiring at Club X?”

  “That’s a weird thing to ask after that.”

  “Maybe. But are you?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll ask the boss, if you like.”

  “Yeah, I need a job, and my search today didn’t look all that promising.”

  Summoned

  I was starting to lose hope that any of the businesses I applied to would ever call me back. Ryan’s boss didn’t call me either, but maybe they were expecting me to go down there. After all, I didn’t think I had even given Ryan my number yet.

  Tonight I’d have to go there and check in with Ryan’s boss. It had already been a week since I last saw Jag or Rodney, or any of the Satan’s Saviors, for that matter. I needed to have a job lined up before I got deeper into their club.

  BANG BANG BANG BANG!

  My ears perked as someone banged hard on the door to my apartment. It was almost like a cop knock. That wouldn’t be good to have to deal with them already. They were always a huge setback, as I never carried any proof of who I really was.

  I let out a sigh and walked toward the door. Opening it, I was surprised to find Jag. His right arm was raised above his head, leaning against the door frame. He smiled as he saw me.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey… what are you doing here?” I asked.

  “I’ve come to get you.”

  He grabbed onto my hand and led me confidently out of my apartment. I grabbed the door handle behind me and swung the door shut, still surprised to see him. How did he even get up here?

  We took the elevator down to the ground floor. I stood on one side and Jag on the other. His eyes never left mine the whole time. I definitely had him where I wanted him.

  His bike was parked underneath the veranda over the entrance, right in the middle of the walkway. He tossed me the same helmet as last time and hopped on his bike first. I put it on and joined him on the leather seat, once again wrapping my arms tightly around his chest.

  He took me back to the clubhouse, and just as we pulled up, about ten decal-bearing men walked out to greet us. They lined up between the wall and their row of bikes, five on each side of the door. I recognized all of them from the barbeque, but Rodney was the only one I knew the name of. Tadd was not with them.