by Dark Angel
“Okay okay. It’s just a huge fucking deal! Tell me everything!”
“Look, first off I’m super confused by the whole thing. I was dancing, getting everyone riled up as always, and they were all boring. But there was one table with these guys, and they just-“
“Baaaaaaaaaaaaack up. Guys, plural?” Stacey’s eyes grow wide.
I sigh heavily and walk her through the beginning of the whole evening in more detail, up to the point to when I got to their table.
“Holy hell, so this even happened at work? You harlot!”
“Well, yeah. It’s not that uncommon for it to happen there, jeez…” I take a sip from my drink to give myself a pause. “Anyways, I ended up leading all three back into the VIP room, and…yeah. It was incredibly exciting, and I wouldn’t just jump into bed--”
“Slut room,” she corrects me.
“BED. With guys I didn’t have actual feelings for. It’s not like I had just met them like your guy last Saturday.”
“First off that guy was notch number 46, not my first fucking gangbang while on the clock to pop my V card,” she giggles. “Plus, he bought me a coffee. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Say ‘thank you’ anywhere besides on your knees maybe?”
She sticks her tongue out at me. “Okay. So you got yourself wrecked by three bikers at the same time. Honestly, we’ve all been there,” she laughs. What exactly is the issue?”
“I already said. I actually like all three of them. How does that even work?”
“Normally? Badly. But I wouldn’t call any of this normal,” Stacey says, scrunching her face up. This is her normal ‘thinking’ face. “Well…I know if bikers are interested in relationships they treat it just like their rides; they’re incredibly dedicated, and take really great care of it. And I guess a biker could share his bike if it’s that important to him?”
“I’m not a bike, you know…”
“Judging by that walk they sure rode you like one!” Stacey laughs, but catches me glaring hard at her. “Okay okay, I’m serious now. I guess you gotta figure out if they actually like you or you were just a big conquest to them. From what it sounds like it’s gonna be the former, to me.”
“Hmm, maybe you’re right,” I say into my drink. “It was…incredibly exciting, though. They were so full of fire and passion; I’ve never experienced anything like it. Is that how sex always is?”
“Well, if he’s any good yeah,” she nods, obviously reminiscing briefly about some of her favorite romps. “I’d say a foursome is a little different, but mostly logistically I guess.”
We sip our drinks in silence for a few moments, both wrapped in our own carnal memories. Stacey breaks the silence again.
“Ok. Juicy detail time: How big were they?”
“Umm…well they were a bit bigger than most of the bulges I see at work. They reminded me of some of the guys I’ve seen in porn? I dunno. About so big?” I mime their sizes from memory with my hands.
Stacey’s eyes grow wide. “You’re fucking kidding right? Holy shit that’s gotta be at least ten, maybe twelve inches? And you’re telling me you can fucking walk after three of those!” She shakes her head. “If I didn’t know full fucking well you were a virgin YESTERDAY I’d say you were the biggest goddamn whore in town.”
I cough in response with a confused look on my face.
“Oh, in a good way,” she smiles. “I have a whole new respect for you, girl.”
Chapter 7
Alex
I watch as the last patron is ushered out by our security. It’s earlier than we normally close but one of our ‘ins’ in the sheriff’s office gave us a last minute heads up that Wade’s brother, Cole Holt, might be making a visit, and even though it’s the family business there’s still bad blood we don’t want to make any worse between the two of them. We’re already an hour past what the county law says.
The last waitress finishes her cleanup as I count things down. Wade thanks her with a kiss on the cheek and walks her to her car himself. We’ve all been on edge since rumors started on the wind about a rival gang heading back to town. It’s the same one that was responsible for Cole and Wade’s father’s death, as well as the death of Zeva’s parents. Nobody is taking it lightly. He comes back in and nods to the bouncer, Stone, to stand out front to keep an eye out behind her as she drives off.
“I’ll head out front. I locked up the back. Don’t forget the side. Okay, Wade?” I say. It’s a nightly reminder, but Wade hasn’t forgotten once.“And hurry up with Zeva too. Don’t leave me waiting just to catch some alone time.”
“Yeah, keep letting me know what kind of scumbag you think I am, Alex!” Wade laughs. I get on his case to keep him on his toes. Not sure if it’s because of me or not, but he’s never actually needed it.
“You know damn well what happens when I turn my back,” I poke on as I walk out of the door. I jam it shut before he has a chance to respond. This time I was referring to something that actually did happen; I had to piss mid lap dance with a new girl one time and by the time I came back she was riding his cock. I was never really mad about it; I’m actually pretty impressed with how quick the man works. Never lost a girl to him since, though. I have my own charms too.
I stand next to my bike casually kicking a rock around in the dirt, thinking about the other evening. There was a lot more than just a lustful fuck going on in that room. I’ve passed a girl around the room more than once in my time; that’s nothing new. That kind of thing is purely animalistic, carnal. This was more. This was passion between all of us. We each connected together with Zeva in a way much more involved than what you could call a ‘fuck.’
Two sharp knocks on the front door shake me from my thoughts. Stone opens the door for Zeva to come through, Wade trailing right behind. She’s dressed down in some simple pink sweats, but still manages to show off her figure enough to get the mind going. On stage she’s a force of nature. In the act she’s pure animal like I’ve never seen. But I think Jason has a point; she still looks fucking amazing in even the plainest of clothes.
“Had a good night, Zeva?” I say as I approach them.
She greets me with a quick, tight hug first.
“Yeah, wasn’t bad. Slower night than usual. I took the time to try out some new things, were you watching?” she says, looking up at me.
Just meeting her eyes I’m a little caught off. I’ve faced down shotguns pointed directly at my face with more nerve. With eyes as dangerous as hers she’d make a fantastic old lady, for sure. But that’s not the right life for her, and I’d never do something like that without Jason and Wade. They’re my brothers, and they care for her just as much as I do. I mentally shake myself off quickly. Those aren’t the thoughts to have. Plus, they’re the fuck and forget types; why am I even thinking like she would be our old lady?
“Do you really think anybody WASN’T watching you? Slow night or not, you know full well every eye is on you.”
Wade nods in agreement. He scans the horizon warily before scooping Zeva up in a tight hug. “You get home safe, okay? There’s all kinds of talk about all kinds of things and-”
Before he even finishes the sentence our immediate concerns come to fruition. A brown and grey sheriff’s car pulls right around from the back corner, coming to a stop in its dust in front of the Honeypot. A young deputy steps out of the passenger’s side and stares at us warily. The driver side door opens up and out steps Cole Holt.
“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.
Chapter 8
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.
Chapter 9
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?”