by Alexis Angel
“It’s after hours gentlemen. Shouldn’t you be at home?” Cole says, his voice all business.
“Leave it to someone stupid enough to go against their own blood to also be blind enough to not see we’re already closed,” Wade says, stepping in front of Zeva. “Locked up, lights off, no customers. You have no business here. Fuck off.”
“I know damn well you’re operating after hours, Wade. I could write you up easy,” Cole says as he walks up, chest puffed out.
“I wouldn’t put it past you. You’re exactly the type of scumbag that would betray his family every chance he got.”
“You know damn fucking well it’s not about that. This life you’re living is the same life that got our dad killed. You’re just walking right after him like an asshole, and you’re taking our family name with you!”
Wade’s eyes grow dark. It was a low blow, in his defense.
“You shut the fuck up right now, Cole. Turn tail like the coward you are, and maybe you’ll at least keep your nose in one piece … unlike your dignity.”
“Threatening a sheriff with witnesses? I should give you a night in lockup just for that and see what we find in the club if that’s the game you want to play.”
Before I could even blink I see Wade tackle Cole to the ground. He goes to swing at his face but his rage has him blind. Cole easily blocks it and slams his fist into the side of Wade’s head. Wade falls into the dirt, dazed for a brief moment and then whips back around at Cole. It devolves into a full-fledged scuffle, blows filled with pure anger trading back and forth.
Zeva screams for them to stop while Stone, Cole’s deputy, and I rush to pull them apart. Even though our gang has a heavy amount of power and pull in the town, so much that even the cops will never actually touch us, Cole has a few years and plenty of experience on his belt. Wade knows how to hold his own but a few more minutes of them going at it and it wouldn’t be pretty.
“Stay out of my life, Cole. I don’t need your help and I obviously don’t need you. Dad’s legacy lives on with me,” Wade says, wiping blood from his mouth.
“You’re a fucking dumbass Wade. This isn’t about name or legacy, it’s about your goddamn life,” Cole says, brushing his deputy’s arm off him as he opens the door to his car.
His threats are empty, but his words are what stings Wade. They’re still blood at the end of the day. Unfortunately, we all know in some ways Cole is right, though. This isn’t a life you grow old with. Zeva doesn’t need to see any more of this side of it, but Honeypot is our life, our blood, and our home.
We can’t exactly just separate it.
Wade
I’m still wracked with guilt that Zeva had to bear witness to that side of this life.
I know she’s not innocent, but this life isn’t just strippers and whores. At the end of the day, the Honeypot is a lot more than what it seems. It’s been a secure front for money laundering of The Order’s drug deals for generations, in all its different names and functions. I was the first to make it a truly successful business to solidify its cover. Was that a mistake, putting everyone there in danger? Putting Zeva in danger?
I stare at the bike part I’ve been idly going at with a wrench for the past 10 minutes, accomplishing nothing. I toss it to the side and it rolls and clanks loudly next to a line of 15 rather expensive looking bikes.
I always knew what I wanted and needed to do. My father kept The Order afloat in some very rough times and I always told myself I’d make him proud, but with everything that’s happened…
The garage door slowly slides open letting copious amounts of sunlight in. I squint past the light to see Jason looking concerned. He steps in the large doorway. Jason stepped up as my VP after my original one acted the fool and went out by himself to get revenge. Jason’s grandparents were in the original founding group of The Order, so it’s in his blood as much as it is mine.
I count on him pretty heavily. He calls me out on my shit when I need called on, but he supports my actions when I need that too. The fact that he doesn’t fear me has honestly been instrumental in gaining the ground we hold to this day. He keeps me on my toes and is a voice of reason whenever I’m clouded.
“I’ll never get over this place,” Jason says. “It’s nearly a goddamn military bunker. How do you live here?”
“Its home,” I say. I’m proud of the fortress my family has built here, but he’s right. It’s not exactly cozy, but it’s not supposed to be.
“Well, our fears were right. A bunch of assholes calling themselves The Iron Legion are on their way here. Word is they’ve taken out two MC Presidents so far, and that they’re trying to corner the drug trade in the whole fucking state. Greedy fucks…”
“We’re always ready for war,” I say, but I don’t think I really believe it. Scuffles over territory here and there are common, but war means death. I’m not ready to see any of my brothers die.
“Cole is gonna be up your ass on this one, you know. He’ll have to be. Sure he knows the difference of one MC to the next, but the public doesn’t and they’ll be scared,” he says as he sits next to me.
I stand up as he sits down and walks out of the large garage. Jason shrugs and follows. I survey the complex in front of me. These grey stone walls protect me well, and I’ve called them home for as long as I care to remember. Between the strategic protections and hidden pathways, as well as the lavish comforts I’ve built inside, a handful of people can hole up here comfortably for weeks. But this is more than just survival. Reputation and business for hundreds of people and many generations are on the line.
I touch the bandage on my face thinking about yesterday’s events, as well as the ones a few nights ago. Mostly about the other evening. We all obviously care for Zeva, and are willing to lay down our lives to protect her. Is that what she’s looking for though? She grew up in this same environment and it orphaned her. It’s completely unforgiving. You don’t grow old dealing drugs.
She’s softened me, I think, even in such a short time. But I can’t let that show. I have a duty to my men, my home, and my club. I can’t keep letting thoughts like this distract me. I have to be focused for what’s going to come.
“I’m heading up to Honeypot … I need to clear my head. You coming, Jason?”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget to lock up,” Jason says.
Zeva
“Goddamn piece of SHIT,” I scream, kicking my truck.
My two dogs bark from inside my house, their worried tones echoing out across the night.
“It’s fine, nobody’s here boys,” I sigh.
I stare at my truck. This is the third time this month it won’t start. Realistically, I should just get a new vehicle…but this car, this shitty little farmhouse, everything here is all I have left of my parents.
I don’t want to let that go.
I walk back inside and pet Seras and Walter to calm them down. They’re sweet little mutts and are always on guard. They follow me over to the couch and patiently wait for me to get comfortable before taking their seats next to me. I sigh and call up the Honeypot.
“Hey, Tammi? Yeah, Zeva. My car is shitting out on me again, I can’t make it in tonight.”
“That’s a damn shame you know. Two of your ‘big three’ are already here waiting for you, and Alex is scheduled with you tonight,” Tammi teases.
“Well if they’re so eager to see me dance they know where to find me,” I smile, then hang up the phone and lie back. My two dogs jump down and lay in their own beds to give me room on the couch.
I let my mind drift around, thinking more and more about Wade, Jason, and Alex. I’ve been playing that night through my head more and more, how firm yet rough they were with me. How they managed to make me feel used yet cared for all at the same time.
Before I even realize it one hand is sliding down my panties. I bite my lip and slip my other hand under my shirt, rubbing my breast and taking my nipple between two fingers and rolling it gently. I run two fingers up and down
my pussy, already drenched just thinking about their three huge cocks. I moan to myself lightly, rocking my hips against my hand just trying to recreate the feel of them thrusting into me as I do the same with my fingers, thrusting them deep into my pussy.
Frustrated at the restriction, I yank my pants down and spread my legs wide, just imagining them all here with me, licking and fucking me. I press hard against my G-spot and let a louder moan escape my lips, and then slide out of myself and rub my clit hard.
“Oh God, yes,” I moan out load, working on my pussy as fast as I can, my body and soul boiling. I finger myself harder and deeper, rocking my hips back and forth on the couch as I get closer and closer to climax. Finally, I rub my clit furiously and begin to orgasm. My mind explodes as electricity jolts through my whole body. I moan and scream out over and over, my juices spraying and squirting as I rub my clit harder and harder, soaking the couch in front of me.
As my waves of pleasure subside I relax into the couch, gently stroking myself to a calm. My mind is sated somewhat, but my body is telling me I need more; I need their cocks again, very soon. I let myself dream about the night again, falling into a gentle sleep on the couch.
I wake up to my dogs barking up a storm and the distinct sound of multiple bikes pulling up to my yard. I jump up with a start, quickly realizing my pants are still around my ankles. I yank them up and grab my baby Glock, confused in my sleepy stupor. I peek outside carefully to see three men dismounting their bikes, the three motors sputtering to a silence. I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to clear my head as best as I can as I watch them approach.
I see them step into the light of my porch lamp and realize it's Jason, Alex, and Wade. I breathe a heavy sigh of relief, not even sure what I was expecting. I rush to open the door, my mood much giddier now that I recognize them.
“Jesus, you boys scared the hell out of me,” I yell at them in mock anger.
“What? What do you mean? Who else were you expecting,” Jason says.
“I dunno. How else do you react when you’re sleeping and you hear some assholes on some stupid loud bikes pull up to your front yard?” I tease, setting my gun down and giving them each a tight hug as they walk in.
“Seras! Walter! Quiet down already,” I admonish the two dogs. “Pet them so they’ll shut up okay?”
“They’re harmless puppies,” Wade laughs, petting them both sweetly.
“You had us missing you,” Alex says, smirking. “Tammi gave us your message and said you invited us over for a private show?”
“Not quite but what do you expect from those old ears,” I laugh. “Anyways, you boys want something to drink? No beer, but I have some nice wine or whisky.”
“I’ll take you up on that one!” Jason pipes up with no hesitation.
I’m really happy to just have them around. Just the four of us together feels really comfortable; it feels right. We sit around my living room together, sipping our drinks and chatting idly. I can tell there’s something on their mind they don’t want to tell me, but I trust them to fill me in eventually.
Once my glass of wine is empty I peek at the three of them and smile.
“There’s no way you boys came here just to chat though, right?” I smile. “Lemme head upstairs to slip into something worth looking at.”
Zeva
I turn the stereo on as I walk past and put in my favorite album. I turn the corner into the hall with a grin and a wink as I go. When I get to my room, I throw the closet doors open and run my hands over the silky fabrics of my dance wardrobe. I already know exactly what I need, though. I snatch a shimmery black mini-dress out of the closet. Throwing off my clothes, I slip it on, smoothing it down over my curves as I smile at myself in the mirror. This is going to be perfect. I slip on some sexy black thigh highs and a set of garters. Lacy black panties on top and a pair of knife-point black stilettos. Something is missing, though… I look at myself in the mirror of my vanity and tilt my head to the side. I just need one more thing to finish this look. I bet the guys are already desperate for me to come down those stairs, but they can wait just a little bit longer. I smile as my eyes fall on a black velvet choker with a little silver heart charm. Fastening it around my neck, I tousle my hair just a bit and give myself a little turn in the mirror. Perfect.
The guys are talking as I open the door, but as soon as they hear the door click shut, everyone goes quiet.
“Everybody take your seats, the show is about to begin,” I call. A cheesy line, but it gets the job done. I can hear them all settling in on my creaky little sofa.
As I walk down the hall, I let my heels click on the floor in time with the music, a thumping beat. Turning the corner into the little living room, I grip the edge of the doorway and spin into the room slowly. All eyes are on me. I’m surprised at how different it feels with the three of them. In the Honeypot I’m used to being stared at by a room full of people, but with these three … I get a little thrill of nervousness. I turn the music up as I pass by and dim the lights, trying to imagine myself on a stage instead of my tiny living room, being stared at by the sexiest men I know, waiting to see what kind of a show I’ve got for them tonight.
I saunter into the room slowly, swaying to the beat of the music and running my hands all over my body. Taking a little peek at each of their faces, I can see the desire in their expressions and the nerves leave me little by little. They want me, and I know exactly how to drive a man wild with a sparkly outfit and a little music. I’ve got this. I jump up onto my little coffee table and bend over, giving them a view right down my top. My hands rest on my ankles, slowly moving up my legs as I enjoy the silky feeling of my stockings. As they reach the hem of my dress, I let my fingers catch and move it up my thighs, but only a few inches. Before my thong shows, I let go with a teasing grin. I hear a soft groan from Jason, his eyes are glued to my thighs.
I look at the other two and they are devouring me with their gaze as well. I squeeze my tits through my dress and bite my lip. My hips sway back and forth as I dip down and then rise. I kick off my shoes and get down onto my knees, grabbing the hem of my dress again. I tease it up over my hips and then take it off in one swoop, letting it fall to the floor. I spin around to give the guys a view of my ass as I grab my panties, sliding them down over my hips. As they slide down to my knees I get down on my hands and move to the music, looking up at them again.
Wade, Alex, and Jason are all standing. Alex’s hands go around my waist and he lifts me up off the table, throwing me over his shoulder as the three start to make their way back to my bedroom with me in tow.
“I haven’t finished my dance yet!”
Alex hooks his fingers around the thong around my knees and throws them off in one motion, leaving me in my stockings, garters, and choker.
“I think we like you just the way you are,” Jason says, following behind Alex.
They bring me into the bedroom and Alex puts me down on my bed. Jason files in behind him and then Wade. They surround my bed and I look up at them with a quickening heartbeat. My fantasies are about to come true again and I'm so ready to be fucked like I was before.
Looking at the three of them, Jason moving between my thighs, Alex at one side, and Wade at the other, I feel like I’ve hit the fucking lottery. I feel their worshipping eyes moving over my body and I know I’m about to have the most incredible night of my life since the first time. Alex starts kissing me, gently at first, but twining his fingers in my hair and pulling my face toward him hard. His kiss is making my mind go blank. But Jason brings me back with his touch, rough hands closing around my knees. At this point he takes control away from Alex and pulls my hips toward him, breaking the kiss. He strokes up and down my thighs, pulling my hips toward him. This lights a fire in my belly; a desire I only feel when I think about the three of them. Wade finally joins in, his hands stroking my body and squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples gently.
“Hmmmm … I like this,” Wade says, his fingers stroking the choker around
my neck, “Maybe we need to get you a leather one with a pretty chain, because we’re about to claim your every hole.”
I give him a smile, his low sexy voice turning me on even more. Thinking about being collared by these three makes my pussy throb just a bit, fantasies of being chained and helpless running through my mind.
My thoughts are subdued by Alex’s lips capturing mine in another kiss, and Jason is still rubbing my thighs, hooking a finger around my garter and snapping it against my thigh, the sharp sensation making my skin tingle pleasantly. I feel the bed shift as Wade gets off it. For a second, I'm worried that he's upset that I have been taken over by Alex and Jason, but when I break away from Alex’s kiss again to look at him, he’s already heading back to the bed, a smile on his face and something in his hand.
As Wade gets closer, I see that he’s taken a long, gauzy scarf from my collection and brought it over.
“For now I think this will do,” he says as he pulls my wrists up over my head and ties them together, wrapping the fabric around the frame of my headboard. Jason digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me down a little, stretching me out over the bed.
“Mmmm, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun with you tonight. I guess it’s a good thing you were having car trouble tonight,” he says, his eyes roaming over my splayed-out body.
Being trapped underneath three sexy men is so hot. I move my hips, trying to grind against Jason as he leans away just slightly so my body doesn’t reach his. I whimper softly, the desire to be against his body throbbing in my clit. Jason and Alex lean down over my bare tits, and both men take one in their mouths. They begin to suck my nipples and I’m breathing so hard that I start to let go of little moans as the sensation radiates through my body and makes my pussy swell, juices running down my thighs. They bite my nipples, sucking and squeezing the hard buds. Wade finally captures my mouth in a hard, deep kiss, while the other two continue to torture my nipples. Jason slips two fingers into my pussy, making me gasp into Wade’s mouth. He fingers me hard, not building up to it the way they did before, and bites down on my nipple to the point of pain, while Wade forces his tongue into my mouth.