The Ride

by Jaci J.

  “Fuck if I know.” Gin looks pretty fucked up already. Barely able to stand up, his ass is using the bar for support.

  “Betta be some chunky ones. Big asses n' big titties,” he slurs. If my baby picked them they'll be fucking hot and thick. I know my girl knows what her brother like and it’s how I like them to look too. Although I won’t share my shit with any guy or bitch, it don't mean I won’t let her get an eye full for herself.

  “Jesus Christ, if they look like Lil and Peaches, I’m gonna be one happy birthday boy,” Rampage says looking like he's ready for me to knock him the fuck out.

  “Oh fuck, maybe we could talk Lil into it. She's a freak, she'd be down,” Stitch pipes up. I’m looking at him like he's lost his fucking mind, and he just laughs. Him and Rampage nod at one another in agreement. Assholes are trying to fuck with me.

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  Sitting my ass in one of the leather chairs in the common room, I'm drinking some Rum straight out of the bottle. Gave the fuck up on my cup. Why Rum you ask? Because that was the bottle I pulled up when I stuck my hand behind the bar. It'll get me fucked up so it'll work.

  It's dim as fuck in here but I see the smoke wafting around the place and the music is loud as hell. I’m watching three girls dancing around the poles, shaking their shit. These aren’t your local strip club bitches either. These girls know their shit. Pretty fucking hot too. Lil's got some phenomenal taste in girls. One bitch is pretty tall with long straight black hair. Skinny as fuck, but with a big ass. She could use some tits though. She's tatted from head to toe.

  The second girl is a little smaller. Blonde hair. Big blue eyes. Pink lips. Perfect tits and ass. Looks like a fucking Barbie or some shit. Not my style, but she's good looking none the less. The third is my favorite. Have a feeling my baby picked that one with me in mind. Long brown hair, big ass, big tits, dark eyes. She's hot too. Kind of reminds me of Lil, except some cheap knock off.

  No bitch compares to my girl.

  They've lost their clothes, dancing naked, pussies right in your face. Yeah, Rampage is one happy birthday boy right now. At the moment, he's got a girl bent over, ass in the air and her pussy right in his face. Stitch disappeared with another girl that came along with the strippers. She had fire engine red hair and a piercing that even scared the shit out of me.

  Cali's grinding on a brother from another chapter. Those two are always enjoying other people. Happy's sitting at the bar while Low's getting a lap dance. Looking over my shoulder, Lil and Peaches are taking lines off of the bar, both laughing and smiling at one another, doing their happy ass girl chatter thing. Lil's drunk and high as fuck.

  The hot brunette dances her ass towards me.

  “Wanna have a little fun with me, daddy?” I've got to laugh at that shit. Not only would Lil remove my balls from my body for that shit, I don't think I could get it up for this bitch. She's hot, but fuck if she isn’t Lil.

  “Nah. See that bitch over by the bar.” The girl looks up following my eyes. A seductive smile tugs at her lips.

  “Oh yeah, I see her. That's the hot little piece that came to the club.” Looking Lil up and down the girl looks like she's about to cum. “Me and Cherry over there,” she purrs throwing her head in the direction of her tattooed partner. “We spotted her as soon as she walked that fine ass into the bar. Fuck she's hot and I'd love to get my tongue between those thick thighs.”

  Well fuck. Giving Lil a look myself she catches me right away. She's always able to tell when I'm looking at her. Giving me a little nod she grabs a bottle.

  “Girls mine. Ain't sharing her and she don't share me.” With a sad little pout the girl smiles anyways.

  “Change your mind handsome, find me. Want a dance anyways though?” Why the fuck not? “Shit yeah.”

  The club is packed. Shit's getting pretty fucking wild and I’ve lost Lil somewhere again. Baby is going wild tonight but I love to watch her smile and laugh. Lil's dancing and enjoying herself. She's got the world’s smallest dress on with some high ass heels that cost her at least four hundred bucks, but fuck if they're not hot as hell. Swear she's trying to kill me wearing that shit. Sitting myself down on the bar stool next to me, Tags is looking pretty fucking gone right about now. Jesus Christ, he's high as fuck. Lil gave him some coke and he went to town.

  “Lil knows how to party brother,” he laughs throwing a thumb over his shoulder at her. Looking behind me I find her dancing with Peaches. Looks like their fucking each other on the dance floor. Grinding and rubbing on each other.

  “Oh shit, Gin's gettin' himself into it, too,” he laughs. Yes he is. That brother is all over the place tonight. Right now, his ass is sat up in a chair, some girl’s mouth latched onto his dick.

  “Hey baby,” Bubbles coos at me from behind the bar. She's looking like a hot ass mess tonight. “Aye,” I throw her way, but that's all that bitch is getting out of me. I don't bother looking at her when I talk to her, my eyes glued to the fine piece of ass walking towards me. Right between my legs, she pushes her way in. Hands right up under my cut.

  “Havin' fun?” Lil smiles at me. Her eyes are unfocused, but fuck does she look happy.

  “Baby, yeah. You look like you're havin' all kinds of fun with Peaches.”

  Speaking of Peaches, she throws her arms around Lil's neck screeching, “My song girl. My song.”

  Trying to tug my baby away, she grumbles. Laughing at each other Peaches shakes her ass about two inches from me. This makes Lil giggle. Oh shit, here comes the stripper who's got eyes for my girl. And now I'm fucking sandwiched between these crazy bitches. “Dance with me girls?” … I let Lil do her thing. As long as I can see her shits cool. I turn to take a drink and see Bubbles seething. That bitch has got some fuckin’ issues.

  It's getting late as hell, pushing three in the morning. Things are starting to shift from the party fun to the wild fun. People are losing their clothes and their inhibitions. Stitch broke out the fun drugs. I retired my ass to the couch for the time being. Plopping herself down next to me, Lil huffs looking a little tired. Peaches sets herself on the arm of the couch looking just as worn out as Lil.

  “You good, babe?” Laying her head on my shoulder she snakes an arm underneath mine. “Yeah. I think I drank too much though. Worked up a sweat,” she confesses with a guilty laugh. Fuck she's happy tonight.

  “Might need to take a shower,” she adds. I don't fucking think so. “Fuck a shower. I like ya all sweaty and dirty baby.” Biting her lip she cocks an eye brow at me. Oh fuck yes, I just said that. We sit for a while as we watch the girls dance around and her hand rubbing on my stomach.

  Sitting down next to Lil, Rampage throws an arm around her. “'Ous gunna gimme 'a daynce fer ma birfday?” he asks Lil. Okay, well he tries to ask her anyways. Bottle under his arm, a beer in his hand and he is totally fucked up. Shaking her head she laughs again.

  The blonde stripper is on Rampage in a second. Bitch has been tailing him all damn night. On her knees she goes, hands right down his pants. “Ready for your birthday blow job?” the blonde says, because she sure as fuck isn’t asking since she's already got a hand down his pants.

  Peaches makes a gagging noise, “Oh gross.” The girl just pulls his dick out right next to Lil. Looking at her face she's staring with a wide eyed expression.

  “Holy shit, Rampage. They shoulda named you King Kong,” Lil whispers in astonishment. Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

  Peaches giggles reaching a hand out, she touches his dick with one finger acting like it might bite her. “Eh, look, a Jacobs’s ladder,” Peaches squeals and laughs.

  Turning his shit towards Lil he asks her, “ya wanna touch it.” Shaking her head she snorts a laugh. “Uh, no thanks … I'm good.” Damn fucking right she isn’t touching it. Okay that's enough show n' tell.

  “Put your dick away man.” Grabbing Lil up I head for the bar. Fucking asshole.

  Leaving Lil at the bar for a second I make sure shit is locked up for the night. Although mos
t of these motherfuckers here I trust, you never know who might show up and God knows about them. I’m locking up the office door when I hear loud shouting and some raised voices coming from the back of the room. The rooms so packed I can't see who's making all the noise. Pushing my way through the crowd, I look for Lil. Not five minutes away I hear bitches hollering and screaming, Jesus Christ.

  “What the fuck,” I grumble to myself, heading back to the group. Pushing closer I see two girls fighting. Walking up to Lil, I see its Peaches and Bubbles yelling at each other. Oh fuck.

  “You keep your skank ass cunt away from my man.” Peaches screams at Bubbles, hands flying all over the place. Lil's standing behind Peaches a few feet back not saying anything. Instantly I can tell Lil's ready to throw down.

  “What? He wanted a taste of what I got. That nasty shit you’re passin' off ain't keepin' your man satisfied.” The nasty Bubbles smiles sweetly at Peaches. Fucking bitches.

  Glaring at Gin, he shrugs looking like he could give a shit. Asshole.

  “Hey, that bitch was hangin' on me. I got rid of her, but not before Peaches saw,” he says flippantly. He's always causing shit like this with Peaches. Good fucking God.

  “Listen you stupid cunt, stay the fuck away from my man!” Then Bubbles steps up to Peaches. Here it goes. Peaches pushes Bubbles hard making her stumble back. Shit gets going good and I'm smacking the shit outta the both of them.

  Swinging Bubbles gets a handful of Peaches hair. Landing a loud smack Peaches hits her in the cheek. “Let go of my hair you fuckin' whore,” Peaches screams. This shit goes on for a minute. Slapping, scratching, hair pulling. All while Lil stands stock still watching, arms crossed and face impassive. She's wearing her hot ass dress and those six inch fuck me heels.

  People are forming a circle, yelling and jeering. Cali steps behind Lil and whispers in her ear. That's when I see shit change on my baby's face. With a nod she steps up. A sick smile creeps over them luscious lips and the devil in those beautiful brown eyes pushes to the surface.

  Pushing through a few people, Lil walks into the cleared out circle, Cali on her heels. She walks right up to the two of them looking like she could give a fuck. Bubbles has Peaches in some bitch choke hold pulling on her hair. In one quick motion, Lil snatches Bubbles up by her hair, pulling it hard. Her neck snaps back into an unnatural position.

  “No hair pullin' bitch. You wanna fight, you don’t fight like a little bitch pulling peoples hair.” Lil sneers in a scary voice right in Bubbles face.

  Peaches pushes away from Bubbles looking like she's ready for the show. That isn't a voice I've ever heard Lil use. Tossing Bubbles down she lands on her ass. Jumping up Bubbles lunges at Lil. Spinning on her heels Lil faces Bubbles, big ass smile on that face.

  “You wanna fight, this is how you do it, you stupid gash.” One solid swift hit and Lil lands one right into Peaches nose. Blood is everywhere, but Lil never fuckin’ flinches. Lil didn't even look like she had to work for it.

  Bubbles stumbles back, blood running from her nose and mouth. Crazy bitch comes back for more, but Lil was ready. Lil grabs the back of her neck bringing her face down to her knee. Lil's silent and composed through the entire thing. Standing there looking like the fuckin’ angel she is, fighting like a man. Bubbles slumps to the floor, no fight left in her. Bitch is down for the count. Holy fucking shit. Some sick fucking thrill is pumping through me. That shit's got me fucking hard and hurting. My sweet fucking girl is such a motherfucking badass.

  28

  Lil

  My hand hurts instantly. I know that shit is going to hurt like hell in the morning, but right now I just don't care. I'm not one for fighting. I usually let my girls handle that. Peaches and Cali are the ones always down to fight, but I got tired of watching that bitch Bubbles fighting dirty and I couldn't have that. So I handled a bitch. She'll think twice before fighting like a bitch in my club next time. That's not how I was raised to fight. You're going to put your hands on someone else you better be ready to take a punch. Don't touch someone if you're not prepared to go rounds with them.

  Wiping the piece of hair away from my face that fell, I catch Tank's eyes. Their bright and heated staring holes through me from a few feet away. Making his way to me, he pushes people out of his way to get to me.

  Stitch throws an arm over my shoulder. “Shit yeah, sis. Haven't seen that side of you since high school,” he chuckles looking like a proud older brother.

  I can hear Peaches screaming at Gin, but no one pays them any attention. They're all used to their shit so it's no fun to watch anymore.

  Cali's shaking her head and smiling at me while Happy smacks himself in the forehead and shakes his head. Poor guy's not one for violence. Not sure the club's the right place for him, but he's family so he's not going anywhere.

  Tank makes it to me. Those eyes glowing brighter as he looks at me. Reaching a hand out to my face he brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Got some blood on you baby.” Tank stares at me for a moment not saying anything.

  Crush bounds up to us looking happy and drunk as hell. We're stuck staring at one another. “Fuckin' hell Lil. That was awesome.” So glad I could offer some entertainment for everyone.

  Out of nowhere, Bubbles pushes her bloodied face back towards me, screaming and yelling nonsense.

  “Bitch I will get you!” Right at me she goes. Side stepping her I have to laugh. This girl has some serious heart. Making a swing for me again, I side step again.

  “Girl, I will eat you alive,” I tell her evenly. I say it, because it's the truth.

  “Fuck you cunt.” Right there was her last chance. Call me a cunt and I'll land you on your back. One swift follow through, I plant my already aching fist right into her mouth. Tooth hits my knuckle and it isn’t because I missed, her tooth went through her skin. Crying she stumbles blindly into Stitch.

  “Bitch, you best get lost before Lil kills your ass,” he warns her. Throwing wet bloodshot eyes at me she screams, “This ain't over bitch. I don’t give a fuck who you are. This shit ain’t over. I will get you.”

  And I'll be waiting.

  “Baby, lean back into me,” Tanks deep rough voice growls in my ear. A chill runs down my spine from his gruff voice and my heart flutters. Dragging his fingers down my sides, my skin gets goose bumps. His hard chest and stomach are leaning into my back. Pushing my body back into his, he groans into my neck.

  “Yeah, just like that baby.” One arm snaked around to my stomach, the other gripping my waist tightly. The hot water raining down on my back and the cool tile wall at my front. Pushing all the way into me I can feel him shiver.

  “Oh fuck.”

  Kissing my shoulder, he runs his tongue up my neck, kissing and biting his way along my skin. Fucking me from behind, my body’s pressed into the tiled shower wall. The coolness of the cold shower wall making my nipples harder.

  Pushing my ass back into him, my eyes close from the angle. So good,. He always hits the perfect spot deep inside me. Sliding in and out of me slowly, he draws the pleasure out. Rubbing every angle, hitting every nerve.

  “Baby, please.” Pushing my hair over my shoulder he bites my ear.

  “Hmm, so fuckin' good baby.” Pulling himself out slowly he kisses my neck sweetly. Tasting my skin. One hand on my tit, caressing it softly. He continues to slowly pull in and out of me. Savoring every inch of my body with his hands, mouth, and dick. This Tank is sweet, but I want to be fucked, right now.

  “Please just fuck me,” I beg. Reaching behind me I try to pull him closer, try to get him to fuck me harder. Kissing the back of my neck I can feel his smirk.

  “My baby wants to be fucked, huh?” he growls. Turning my head I look over my shoulder at him.

  “Fuck me, hard,” I plead, licking my lips. Heat in those hooded blue eyes. Pulling out of me he turns me around in a blur. Grabbing around my waist, the other hand under my thigh. Lifting me up he slams my back into the wall at the same time, slamming his big dick back into m
e.

  “Fuck!” Smashing his hand into the wall by my head. His other hand grips my thigh, those strong fingers digging into my skin. Pulling out slowly he slams back into me. My arms instantly around his neck.

  “You want to be fucked baby. I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to walk.” My eyes roll into the back of my head. My head hits the tile wall and Tank makes me cum so hard I'm pretty fucking sure I won't be able to walk. He wins.

  Lying in bed wrapped up around Tank I'm warm and comfortable. I can't walk and I don't intend to. My heads rested on his hard tattooed chest. Wearing just his tee shirt, my naked leg rests over his thigh.

  Tanks propped up in the bed, back rested against the headboard. He's only wearing a pair of loose gray sweats. One of his arms are wrapped around my shoulders, playing with a piece of my hair and the other holding a blunt between his thumb and index finger.

  Stitch is sitting backwards in a chair right by the side of the bed facing us. Passing it back and forth between them, they smoke. Watching Tank bring the blunt to his lips, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke soak into his lungs. Exhaling slowly. White clouds of smoke pass his lips smoothly wafting the air in the light smell of weed. A small simple act so alluring and sexy.

  “Got somethin' to ask you, sis. Ain't gonna like it, but gotta know.”

  Dragging my gaze from Tanks mouth I look to Stitch. “Okay?” I retort hesitantly. God knows what's going to be coming from his mouth.

  “Whatcha remember from the day Josh was killed. Whatcha remember 'bout Crow n' him?”

  Completely caught off guard by his questions, I just stare into space trying to get it together. Instantly long buried images and memories flood my mind. My heart constricts painfully as A cold sweat attacks my skin. All I can see is Josh in that thermal. Body here, but he's gone. I know it. There's too much blood, too much damage to his body.

  “Fuck man. Really had to bring that shit up here in my room. She was good n' you go n' fuck with it.” Tanks big hand buries into my hair. Wrapping fingers around the back of my neck, he squeezes carefully. “Baby, you alright?”