Ride Me Away

by Jamie Fuchs

  Satan’s Sav—

  Someone had burnt most of the top right corner. Almost all of the title was missing and part of the headline picture, which appeared to be of a biker holding up a young girl. The rest of the club stood behind them, posing for the picture.

  When I tried to open the paper, it crumbled away like ash, most of it falling to my feet in little bits, leaving the remaining parts near useless.

  Closer

  The rest of the week went by without a hitch. I was starting to settle into my new job and way of living. Despite the fact that Jag and I hadn’t had any contact since that first ride, I still knew he would be back for me. I just had to be patient.

  I was just cleaning up after dinner when I heard that same rough pounding on the door. With my hands still wet with soapy dishwater, I went to see who it was.

  “Let’s go!” Jag said as soon as I opened the door. He grabbed me by the hand once again and dragged me away from my chores.

  “Ew, gross, did you pee all over yourself?” he said as he looked back at me with a smile.

  “Yeah,” I replied as I dried my hands all over his pants.

  “You’re nasty.”

  We took his bike out of town again, down the dusty trails and into a small valley. When we got there, Jag grabbed a rolled up blanket from the compartment box on his bike and we left it by the road. It was a picturesque landscape. The sun was setting just beyond the hill on the other side of the riverbed, staining the sky with shades of gold, red, and inky violet.

  The two of us climbed over a nearby wooden fence and he took me over to an abandoned flat bed trailer. It had two flat tires, but the front end still managed to stay off the ground by way of an old rusty jack. The back of it faced a tree with some cans hanging down from a branch, tied there with some old rope.

  Jag reached into his jacket and pulled out a pistol before handing it to me.

  “Ever used one of these before?”

  I looked down at the Glock before taking it from his hand. Without hesitation, I took aim at one of the cans.

  Ting.

  “Jesus girl, you hold that thing like a fed.”

  He looked at me, a flash of concern passing over his rugged face.

  “My dad was one. When I was young, he used to take me out back and show me how to shoot. It’s just how I learned.”

  It was true; that was the only piece of information about my real self that I ever disclosed to anyone while on a job.

  “And… you?” he asked.

  “Me? Oh no, I went the opposite direction after he was killed.”

  “Sorry to hear that.” He put his hand on my leg. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

  “Not much to say.” I took another shot at the cans. “I was only twelve.”

  Jag took his hand away from my leg and pulled out another Glock. He took aim and nailed the can next to the one I had been shooting at.

  “I know how you feel,” he said, lowering his gun.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I lost my dad when I was young, too.” I could see him fighting back the tears as he raised his gun and fired off three shots in rapid succession, only landing one.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

  “I usually don’t,” he said, looking off into the distance. “He died for this club—to protect it. That’s our score to settle with the Reapers.”

  He reached back into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette tin. Inside were a few already pre-rolled.

  “You smoke? It’ll help us relax.”

  Jag offered one of the joints to me and I took it. He grabbed another one and put the rest away before pulling out a lighter. I held mine to my lips and sucked in as he lit it.

  I took a long drag, immediately confirming my suspicions that it wasn’t tobacco.

  The agency wouldn’t approve of my methods, but they couldn’t argue with my success. This would have to be another thing that I happened to forget when Jackson came back for our next meeting.

  We finished our joints in silence, taking occasional shots at the cans as we smoked. Once I could feel the high creeping over me, I put the gun down.

  “Tell me more about your dad,” I said.

  “The bastards got him in his sleep. My mom and sis, too. The only reason I’m still here is because I was sleeping over at a friend’s house that night. You remember us mentioning Roxie?”

  “Yeah.”

  “She was Rod’s old lady. Died same night as my family. They tried to take out him too, but she was makin’ him sleep on the couch that night and he heard the shots. Had enough time to get his gun and defend himself.”

  “Jesus. And he’s all right with me driving her bike?”

  “It’s been a long time. I think he’s ready to move on.”

  Jag looked over at me, his eyes soft and vulnerable. He grabbed my hand and rubbed my palm with his thumb, looking down at our fingers as they touched.

  “The club was all I had left. They took me in after that, and I’ve never looked back.”

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he shifted his body closer to mine. When our shoulders touched, I could feel my stomach tighten.

  He looked into my eyes and leaned in for a slow, passionate kiss. This time, I didn’t hesitate.

  His hand found its way back to my thigh, and his other arm wrapped around my back. He pulled me in closer to his body and I put my arms over his shoulders, running my fingers through his soft hair.

  Jag got on his feet, our lips never separating as he pushed me down onto the flat bed. Our kisses remained slow and my emotions were running wild. It might have been the weed, but I wasn’t so sure.

  I ran my hands all over his body, feeling every piece of him. His cock was getting harder against my thigh the longer we kissed until I could feel the throbbing through our clothes.

  Jag began exploring underneath my shirt, slowly moving his hands up my stomach. My mind was clouded by a pleasant haze, and as my apprehensions drifted away from me, I knew my body would win this time.

  I let him continue. I wanted him to continue.

  His hand reached my breasts and he took one into his grasp, massaging it as I found my own hands reaching for him. They moved down his chest and abs, before releasing his belt.

  He pulled me back up and removed my shirt before laying it down behind me. My breasts were now fully exposed to him, nipples fully erect.

  Pushing me back down, Jag’s kisses became more intense. He began squeezing my tits with a little more force as I undid his zipper.

  I reached past his waistband to find his smooth shaft ready for me. Gripping onto it, I began stroking him. He reached down with one hand and dropped his pants before kicking them off. His cock was mine for the taking.

  He began thrusting his hips in motion with my strokes and I could feel little droplets of his pre-cum wetting my hand.

  Jag’s own hand arrived at my belt, releasing it and unzipping me. He stood up to pull my pants off, his hard cock swaying gently side to side as he tugged at them.

  I spread my legs and put my feet up on the trailer, touching my pussy as he threw my pants beside me. I spread my lips for him, exposing everything I had.

  He shot me a hungry, smoldering look before pulling me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his back as he crouched down to bring his cock against my pussy.

  I couldn’t believe what I was doing. If Jackson ever learned of this, the repercussions would be severe, but I couldn’t muster the will to care. This was something I needed to do for me, not the job that had somehow taken over my life.

  He pushed himself inside me, spreading my lips and filling me completely. Each thrust was full of lust and desire, something I truly had been missing in all of my recent flings.

  One hand found its way back up to my breast, and then to my mouth. I took his index finger between my lips, sucking on him as he fucked me.

  Our eyes locked, and realized I was seeing a different side of the badass
biker Jag strived so hard to be.

  I began moaning with delight, as loud as I wanted to. There wasn’t another soul around for miles. We were the only two people in the world at that moment.

  Jag breathed his pleasure into my ear as he rocked his hips back and forth against me. This was something I had wanted for a while now, and it felt so naughty to finally do it.

  He lowered his body over top of mine and came lower for a kiss. I ran my hands over his strong shoulders as he held his weight up off of me.

  “Cum in my mouth,” I whispered.

  He pulled his wet dick out of me and I sat up. I took him into my mouth, savoring the flavor of my juices coating his shaft, as well as the beads of salty pre-cum still bubbling out of his tip.

  I stroked the length of his cock as I looked up at him, watching as his face contorted with pleasure. His groans were coming on strong as I expressed my need for him.

  His legs began trembling, and a moment later, ribbons of salty pleasure filled my mouth. I swallowed the tremendous load that he gave to me, leaving him empty. He let out one final sigh as I let his cock go.

  We put our clothes back on and Jag unrolled the blanket. He held me as he covered the two of us, and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

  I woke up a couple hours later, still in Jag’s arms. He was out cold, and it took more than a simple nudge to wake him up.

  It was pitch black outside as we walked back to the road. I hoped Jag knew where he was going, because I was totally lost.

  He drove me back home and gave me another kiss before leaving me at the door to my apartment building.

  I went upstairs to think things through. The agency wouldn’t like an agent getting involved so deeply in a case, but I assured myself that there was still no need for them to be aware of the matter. I had been on hundreds of cases before and never let anything get in the way of justice.

  Digging A Little Deeper

  I was wrong. I was lost. I'd deviated too far from my plans. I had fucked a suspect.

  The next week was spent avoiding everything motorcycle-related. I parked my bike in the back and didn’t so much as look at it. I walked everywhere I needed to go, instead.

  Things started to catch up to me when I realized what day of the month it was. It was already the fifteenth, and I had nothing new that I could report to Jackson.

  I decided to take a deeper look into Club X. If I found something there, it could buy me some more time.

  That night, I had another shift there. I had been watching Max’s habits long enough now to know when the perfect time to strike would be.

  When I got to work that evening, business was the same as usual. Ryan was behind the bar and the three laughing men were at their table. That sight was getting old, and fast.

  “Hey, Kim, can I talk with you for a moment?” Ryan said as I approached the bar.

  “What is it?”

  “Well, I was thinking… about, you know… you and I.”

  Oh, boy. This wasn’t the first time I’d heard these words come out of a guy’s mouth.

  “Did I do something wrong?” he asked me.

  I hadn’t slept with Ryan since the time under the bridge with Jag. I no longer wanted to, or thought it was a wise decision.

  “No,” I replied.

  “Then what is it? I don’t get it. What happened?”

  Well, I stopped fucking you because I’m not naïve enough to fuck someone behind a biker’s back.

  “I dunno. Guess I just haven’t been up for it.”

  “Are you free tonight?”

  Come on, man, get the hint already!

  “No.”

  I left him at the bar and walked into the back.

  “I’m here, boss.”

  “Good. Keep an eye on Ryan, will yah? He’s been acting weird ever since I hired you.”

  “You don’t say…”

  I spent the next couple hours behind the bar with Ryan. We didn’t interact too much outside of work-related tasks.

  Then I saw my cue. Max headed into the bathroom. I took a quick look at the clock. Nine-fifty-eight. If he wasn’t out within a minute, it meant he was staying in there for at least fifteen. That man had a problem he needed to fix.

  Nine-fifty-nine. I waited patiently and gave him another minute just to be safe. Ten-o’-clock.

  “I’m going to take my break. Think you can handle things?” I asked Ryan.

  “Pretty sure.”

  “Good. I’ll be back in fifteen.”

  I headed into the employee area and walked right past the break room, straight to the back where Max had his office. I left the door open behind me. If someone were to catch me, a closed door was a sign that something wasn’t right. I just had to make sure I’d keep quiet enough to hear anyone coming down the hall.

  The first place I looked was the drawer where I saw him stash his cash. Sure enough, there were hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in there. That amount of money alone wasn’t enough proof to put someone away, but it was a damn good sign that something was amiss.

  I kept rummaging through the things on his desk and in the other drawer. Glancing over at the clock, it read ten-fourteen. Max always set his clock ten minutes fast, I still had time.

  My heart began pounding harder in my chest the longer I stayed. Then I opened the next drawer, and bingo. He had five little bags of coke stashed in there. These were clearly for resale.

  I continued digging through papers, searching for anything else. Time was running out. I only had five minutes before I had to get the hell out of there.

  What an idiot! I grabbed another stack of papers. He’s leaving a paper trail! I couldn’t believe it. He had everything recorded: how many grams he sold each day; how much money it was bringing in; everything.

  I looked back at the clock. Ten-twenty-five. Shit! I quickly put the papers back in their original location.

  The sound of the jazz music got louder as the door to the back opened up. I panicked momentarily. Someone was on their way back here.

  Remembering my training, I tried to remain calm. I took Max’s seat behind his desk.

  “What are you doing?” Max asked as he turned the corner into his office.

  “Sit down. We need to have a talk,” I responded sternly.

  “Why are you in my chair?”

  “I’m just kidding,” I laughed. “I just wanted to see what it was like to be the boss.”

  “Get back to work, Kim,” he said, pointing to the door.

  I got up and left, high on the adrenaline rush. Max shook his head as I passed by him with a big grin on my face. He had no idea.

  When I got back out to the bar, Jag was waiting for me.

  “Jag?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”

  “Time to go, darling.”

  I took a look over at Ryan. He leaned back against the back counter and folded his arms with a look of disappointment.

  “My shift isn’t over yet, I can’t leave yet.”

  “That’s not important. We need you now.”

  He came up to me and grabbed my hand before towing me away. Clearly, “no” was not an acceptable answer.

  Claimed

  Jag took me directly to the Satan’s Saviors’ clubhouse. When we got there, I was greeted by the sisters. They all stood outside in a line just as the men had. Jag got off the bike and went inside without saying a word.

  “Come, darling,” said Jessica.

  The girls led me inside and to the back.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  “You’re a lucky girl, Kim,” Robyn spoke up from behind me.

  They took me into a room that appeared to be straight out of the 70s. It was exactly like the backstage makeup rooms I’d seen on TV: a large mirror with big white light bulbs surrounding it in front of a barber’s chair.

  I took a seat and the work began. The girls each took their turns putting a different type of makeup on me while they curled my hair.
I came out looking like a total whore, and it worried me.

  “Put this on,” Jess said as she held out a skimpy black leather skirt and top.

  I took the outfit from her and waited, expecting the girls to leave the room.

  “Well? Come on now, we don’t have all day,” one of the other druggies spoke up from the back.

  I looked at Jess and she gave a nod. They expected me to strip to the nude in front of them. I took off my clothes and set them down over the back of the chair.

  “Panties too, darling.”

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  I took off my panties and stood there, completely naked as I grabbed the skirt. It barely covered anything, I felt like my ass was hanging out the bottom for all to see.

  “Is this really necessary?”

  “Yes, now cover those sexy tits of yours.”

  I grabbed the top they had given me and put it on too. Looking in the mirror, I could only hope that they didn’t plan to put me out on a street corner tonight.

  “Come on, it’s time.”

  “Okay, you really have to tell me what’s going on now. I can’t go out there looking like this.”

  “Jag’s claiming you.”

  “He’s what?”

  “You’re a lucky girl,” Robyn repeated, stepping in front of me.

  “Yeah, almost all of us tried to have him claim us. But he’s never claimed anyone,” Jess said.

  The girls began walking again, leading me out to the back where the barbeque had been. There we found each and every member of the Satan’s Saviors motorcycle club waiting for us, along with their motorcycles.

  Jag was away from the crowd that lined the fence. His bike was parked in the middle of the yard, and he stood beside it.

  The sisters pushed me forward, causing me to stumble and regain my footing.

  “Come here,” Jag said.

  I felt a bit nervous with all eyes on me as I slowly made my way to the middle of the yard. When I got to him, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his bike. He slapped my bare ass with a firm spank that sounded like a thunderclap rising above the crowd. My pussy began to drip almost instantly as I squealed in a mixture of pain and delight.