Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  After about ten days in San Marino we both decide it’s time to go back to LA. Brad assures me that he will be keeping an eye out for anyone who tries to cause trouble at the office and I tell him that Stacy has also hired security guard to guard the entrance of our offices. We pack up and soon hit the road with Brad driving in front on his Harley and me following in my BMW. It feels like a victory procession or something and we stop along the way at various places just to taste the food and take in the local sites.

  When we finally get back to LA it feels good to be home and the first thing I do is to stop at the office. Stacy is incredibly glad to have me back and she excitedly tells me about all of the new business she’s managed to get for the magazine by way of advertising contracts. The last issue of our Internet publication has also been a great hit and we have gained another two hundred and fifty new paid subscribers. She tells me that the security guard is doing a great job and that I can relax, as I will be safe in my office. No more unannounced visitors!

  Brad tells me that he just wants to go home and get everything ready and that he will be picking me up that evening to take me and show me his place, just like he originally promised. I find myself looking forward to this event with great anticipation and I can’t wait to finally find out a little more about the personal life of the man I love.

  Chapter 16: Brad

  I can see that the incident at Jenny’s work has really shaken her up and it takes a couple of days before I really sense her relaxing while we’re spending some time in San Marino. Because I know just how traumatic this entire incident has been to her, I don’t talk about it too much and I try to downplay it as much as possible. I feel really grateful for the fact that Stacy has hired a security guard to keep Jenny and herself safe at the office and I also decide that I will keep a very close eye on her by popping in during the day and always making sure that Jenny is not disturbed by any more unwelcome visitors at the magazine.

  “No you just take it easy and I will pick you up tonight and take you to my place,” I say and give her a long, intimate kiss before driving off home. The security guard is in his place and I feel confident that Jenny will be okay at the office as she goes inside.

  Now that we are safely back in LA there is only one thing I have on my mind. I have already let everybody in the motorcycle club know that I want to see all of them at our normal gathering place, a local pub in Los Angeles by the name of Sitting Bull. Unfortunately, the description Jenny has given me of the person who visited her at work and insulted her, doesn’t help me much, as half the members of my motorcycle club wear bandanas and have really massive forearms, just like the guy Jenny has described to me.

  “I have called you all here today to discuss a very grave issue with you… and I want you to really pay attention to that word I used… grave,” I say and look around at all of the members of the LA dragons motorcycle club who are seated in front of me, “The reason I use that specific word ‘grave’ is because if I find out who the hell went to my girlfriend’s place of work and insulted her, that person will very soon be going to his fucking grave!”

  Everyone sits there quietly and no one speaks up.

  “I’m wondering if the fucking coward who insulted Jenny at her office will have the guts to stand up here and try to insult me too?” I said and look around the room. Once again, no one squeaks and everyone just looks at me with stunned expressions on their faces.

  “I really don’t know who would do such a thing, but I can assure you that it wasn’t me,” one of the guys speaks up.

  “It wasn’t me either… or me… or me!” all of them eventually chime up in something of a choir.

  I realize that the person who is guilty of the despicable behavior in question doesn’t have the guts to speak out in front of the rest of us and that I’m not going to be able to find out his identity this way. I decide to leave the issue there and we all spend some time in the bar, having drinks and just catching up on everything I’ve missed out during the past couple of weeks. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Jenny and I make it clear to everyone that we are now dating each other. Even the guys who took part in the gang bang at the Virgin auction all give me their solemn undertaking that they will stay away from Jenny and respect the fact that I am now going steady with her.

  Later that day, after finishing up with the guys at the bar, I drive over to Jenny’s office and she’s waiting for me outside, very excited.

  “I can’t wait to see your place!” she says and gives me a long hug and a big kiss.

  “Why don’t you swing of that pretty ass of yours onto the back of my bike and I will drive you over there right away,” I say with a smile and she gladly obliges. When we get to my place old Rawlins is waiting there to receive us and he treats Jenny like royalty. He has made a great effort to prepare us a wonderful dinner and Jenny is absolutely stunned at fancy food and the sheer opulence of the place where I live.

  “Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more luxurious place in my entire life!” she says as I take her on a little tour of the house.

  “Can we come and spend some time in the sauna and the Jacuzzi later?” she asks as I show her the indoor swimming pool, sauna and Jacuzzi which are all situated inside, next to the lounge.

  “Sure, let’s just go and have dinner and then we can come and have some sexy fun in here,” I say and give her a naughty wink. She immediately catches my drift and winks right back at me with a wicked smile around her mouth corners. We go back to the lounge and Rawlins start serving us one delicious dish after the other.

  “I’ve eaten in many fancy places in my life, but this food is on par with the best I’ve tasted!” Jenny says and I can see that she really means every word of it. Old Rawlins stands there with a satisfied grin on his face and keeps filling our glasses with champagne. I tell Jenny all about my life and how I inherited a massive fortune from my dad.

  “You know, that’s just the last thing I would’ve expected… there I was, all this time, thinking that you were hiding some kind of dark secret from me and now it turns out you’ve inherited a large international chain of hotels!” Jenny exclaims incredulously when I finish telling her the reason for my wealth.

  “The reason I didn’t want to tell you about all of it is that I didn’t want you to get the feeling that I was just some kind of playboy. I preferred you thinking of me as a biker,” I say and Jenny looks at me with great admiration.

  “I actually appreciate that Brad… the fact that you only tell me all of this now is actually a good thing. I’ve had the opportunity of getting to know you as a bad boy biker and, as much as I like you as a rich playboy, I prefer the biker!” she says and we both burst out laughing. Even old Rawlins stands there chuckling at Jenny’s statement.

  The rest of the evening progresses along familiar lines, albeit in a new setting. Rawlins retires after serving us dessert and coffee and then Jenny and I make our way over to the indoor swimming pool area. We are soon naked and we have sex in the Jacuzzi with warm bubbles rising up around us. Jenny’s body feels as if it is on fire and her pussy is so warm that it doesn’t take me long before I explode inside her with an incredible orgasm.

  “Oh Brad! This is the best, steamiest sex I’ve ever had,” Jenny moans and I have to agree with her. Making love in the sauna is an entirely new experience on its own and we fuck hard and fast as we realize that we won’t be able to stay in there for long. In between all the sex we take a dip in the cool water of the indoor swimming pool and then get straight back into the sauna or the Jacuzzi to warm up again.

  “I think I can carry on like this the entire evening,” Jenny whispers in my ear and the idea sounds heavenly to me.

  “I really like that suggestion… why don’t we see if we can make it to the morning light,” I say and start exploring her naked body with my hands again. She starts jerking my cock with hungry hands and soon we are at it… again.

  We keep fucking, making love and doing beautiful things to each o
ther all night long and when the first rays of the morning sun shine through the sunroof above the indoor swimming pool I realize that we’ve actually made it through the night.

  “We’ve been having sex all night long,” I say with a wicked grin, “if you want to we can go upstairs and take a nap in my bed now.”

  Jenny looks at me for a second and then shakes her head, “No, just one more time and then we can go and rest,” she says and we end up having sex one last time in the Jacuzzi before finally toweling off and making our way upstairs to my bedroom.

  We fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up just before noon. We are both very tempted to start all over again and spend the rest of the day having sex, but Jenny tells me that she needs to get to the office and catch up on some work. I reluctantly agree to let her go and drive her off to the office on the back of my Harley. The security guard is in his place in front of Jenny’s Travels and I feel satisfied that Jenny will be safe and okay while she does her work.

  I drive back home and Rawlins is waiting for me at the top of the stairs.

  “I hope I’m not speaking out of my place Sir, but I just have to compliment you on the lady friend you had over for dinner last night… she truly is a welcome change from the other women you’ve had here in the past,” he says with just a hint of a smile around his mouth corners.

  “Thank you for saying that Rawlins, I think you are right and I don’t know why it has taken me so long to find a woman like her. I think you should prepare yourself to see a lot more of Jenny in the future!”

  “That sounds wonderful to me sir and I can assure you that I will always make sure she feels like a queen when she visits you here,” Rawlins says and holds the door open for me. I go inside and make myself a large pot of coffee. It’s after noon already, but I still feel like I need to get some caffeine in my system just to regain my strength after the incredible night I spent at my place with Jenny.

  I go and sit in the lounge and allow my mind to wonder over the past couple of weeks. I feel really happy about the place I’m at with Jenny and I find myself thinking back to my conversation with Trevor, the happily married biker who told me that everything would change once I found the right girl. I now realize that he was one hundred percent correct and I know that Jenny is the right girl for me. I don’t need to ever see another woman for the rest of my life.

  I think about the incident at Jenny’s office where someone walked in and claimed to be one of my biker friends before insulting Jenny and upsetting her so badly that she ended up leaving LA for two weeks. I still don’t know exactly what to make of the whole thing and, even though I have a lot of respect for all of the guys in my motorcycle club, I know that there is a distinct possibility that one of them is the devil in disguise. With a girl as beautiful as Jenny there is always the possibility of someone forming an obsession about her and I make a firm mental note to stay vigilant and keep a careful lookout for any signs of trouble. I finish my coffee and then decide to go and drive past Jenny’s office, just to make sure some person with bad intentions isn’t lurking outside. I have great confidence in the security guard who is guarding the front entrance of Jenny’s Travels, but I decide that it can’t hurt to also do my part to make sure Jenny is safe at work.

  I stop two blocks away from the place where Jenny’s magazine is located and walk the rest of the way over there, making sure that I stay on the opposite end of the street so a possible stalker would not see me. Everything looks fine to me and the security guard is at his post, so I find myself gradually relaxing as I take in the entire scene in front of me. When I’m one hundred percent certain that everything is in order, I walk over to my bike and drive back to my own place.

  It feels as if the whole world is on my side and I know I’ve never been this happy before in my entire life. The sun is shining and the weather is beautiful. I have a song in my heart and a lightness in my spirit.

  I decide to go and spend some time practicing new songs on my guitar. I’m already planning the next evening with Jenny at my place and decide that I will give her a little bit of a private show by playing guitar and singing to her while Rawlins serves us cocktails.

  My entire focus has shifted and, even though I’m still the badass leader of an LA motorcycle club, there is now a brand-new dimension of caring and emotional depth in my life which was never there before I met Jenny.

  Chapter 17: Jenny

  I know that I’ve never been so happy in my life and the fact that it’s all because of a man is the greatest surprise of it all. Even though I would never have expected it, Brad turns out to be the most romantic person I have ever known in my life and he treats me like a real lady. The original way we met has now long been forgotten and we have started a brand-new relationship, almost from scratch.

  Stacy is, perhaps, the happiest of the two of us about the fact that I finally met the man of my dreams and I often tease her that she will be next. I’m not entirely sure whether she even has a boyfriend, although she assures me that she’s not lonely.

  The magazine is doing really well and Stacy and I hear of a competition for local online magazines in California and decide to submit our entry. The idea of the competition is to identify the magazine that best represents the area and its tourist attractions.

  “I think we should enter one of the articles you wrote about the restaurants in San Marino for the competition,” Stacy says and I find myself in perfect agreement with her. The work I did in San Marino were some of my best culinary articles and I get the feeling that we have the chance of doing really well in the competition with it. Stacy and I decide on one particular article, the one I wrote about the hidden little sushi restaurant which Brad showed me, and we send it off to the judges.

  I soon forget about the ugly incident we had at the office when the biker showed up and insulted me. The security guard is really trustworthy and, on top of that, Brad shows up at random intervals to come in and check on me while I’m at work. Not only does this deter any would be stalkers, it also makes me feel very special and we often sit around in the boardroom having coffee and laughing. Stacy joins us and she keeps telling us that we make the most beautiful couple she’s ever seen in her life.

  Because of the growth of the magazine, I soon have to hire new photographers and bloggers to help me write new articles. Stacy and I even start discussing the possibility of getting correspondents overseas to do some write-ups about foreign restaurants and I get the feeling that this magazine is soon going to burst out of its seams, the way it is growing. One day, Stacy and I sit in the boardroom and we discuss the general direction we want to take with the business.

  “I never imagined that this magazine would grow to the point where we start thinking about branching out internationally… do you think this is the way we should be looking for the future?” I ask.

  “I have to be perfectly honest with you that I never imagined it either, but if that’s the way things are naturally progressing I think we should just go with it,” Stacy says.

  “The reason why I think it’s important that we discussed all of this is the fact that a much larger organization, especially an international one, will demand a far greater number of staff and a lot of additional logistical considerations. Are you ready for that?”

  “I guess you’re right… I never thought about it that way, but I must say I enjoy having so many other people around here working with us. It really makes it feel like a happy workplace… almost something like a festive group of journalists or something!”

  “I think what we should do is wait for the outcome of this competition and then we will really be able to judge the quality of our magazine. If we do well in the competition, I will have far more confidence in branching out internationally,” I say and Stacy nods her head.

  “I think that’s a great way of looking at it. At this point we can’t really tell exactly how we stack up against the competition and if we don’t really shine in the competition then we will know we need to r
atchet up our quality… On the other hand, if we do really well, then sky’s the limit and then I think we should just continue branching out and exploring all possibilities for expansion.”

  The next couple of weeks are really crazy and we work very hard on our next issue. Stacy gets a lot of new advertisers and everyone pulls their weight with the articles, so that we end up with almost twice the output we achieved for the previous issue. Even Brad gets in on the action and makes some suggestions about the layout of the magazine. It turns out he has quite an eye for that kind of thing and I find myself surprised, once again, at ease artistic talents. He often plays me songs on his guitar and he has promised to have a special evening at his house one night where he will entertain me with a full show of guitar music. I really look forward to it and keep telling him that he should take his music much more seriously. I get the feeling that he can be really good and I know that he needs something like that in his life to really excite him. He has lots of people taking care of the international chain of hotels he inherited from his dad and I get the feeling that music can become something he ends up doing professionally.

  “Can I have a talk with you in the boardroom?” Stacy says one day as she appears magically in my office door.

  “Why? Is something wrong?” I asked, slightly concerned.

  “Just meet me in the boardroom in two minutes!” Stacy says with a smile and I wonder what the hell is going on. I close my laptop and walk over to the boardroom. Stacy is already seated at the table and everyone else gets up as I walk in. I don’t recognize any of these people and I wonder why Stacy has called them all together in the boardroom without telling me about it.