by B. B. Blaque
A throbbin’ hard cock. Not jealous. Just money. Pride.
“Unbuckle my pants and take out my cock.” I was still holdin’ a leg against the wall and had her mouth shut nice and tight. “You wanna play this jealous shit . . . let’s go!”
Those long fingers couldn’t get my cock out fast enough and I pulled her leg higher. “That dirty pussy needs to be filled . . . fill it! Put it inside you and hope that I’ll fuck you with it. That’s what you want.”
The head of my dick was inside her soaked pussy, but I didn’t thrust or move. I just stood there, feeling her wrappin’ the most sensitive part of my cock. When I leaned into her ear and held her open with my leg, she sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t give it to her and she squeaked under my hand.
“Does somebody want somethin’? I bet you want it so bad you can taste it. While you were doin’ your little show, it wasn’t just me gettin’ hot . . . you were too. They all were.” I pushed in just a little past the head and then pulled back. “Wouldn’t it suck if you couldn’t get it?”
Her eyes were as wide as silver dollars and she was sqealin’ behind my hand. It was drivin’ her crazy. “You love to tease Daddy, don’t you? Sleazin’ all over that stage and spreadin’ for all them guys . . . teasin’ without pleasin’ . . . you should be ashamed. Now all those house girls are gonna be grindin’ on ‘em instead of you.”
I pushed deeper and it was everything I could do not to slam all the way in. She wanted to tease me, I’d tease the fuck outta her. She was tryin’ to move her body into mine and I wasn’t gonna let that happen. Nixx could chase it all she wanted—I’d decide when to take her. “Little girl, you’re just tryin’ to fuck with me . . . make me jealous . . . have me in the palm of your hand like all the rest of them idiots waitin’ to take pictures with you.”
That caught her attention and she tried to struggle and was makin’ noises that sounded like no, no, no. She knew she’d be in trouble if she let that money walk away and I had all the power in my hands. “That’s right . . . they were linin’ up before I came back here. I can slam that pussy and make you soak my balls like you need, or you can make all that money for the Royal Bastards.”
I pulled my dick outta her pussy and started strokin’ it up and down her slick lips. Every time I bumped her clit, she sucked in and tried to jump. The pictures meant fuck all to me. I could cover that money with ease. I started to stroke my cock and let it rest just inside her hole while I watched her eyes rollin’ back and closin’. “Fuck! You are one hot little snatch, for goddamned sure! You need Daddy to fuck you like the dirty whore you are, don’t ya, bitch? Remember what Bish said . . . just a hole.”
I started to jerk my cock faster, and every few moments I’d slam in hard enough that she’d catch her breath. She was dancin’ around on those high heels, beggin’ me to fuck the hell outta her. Just when it seemed like she’d really get it, I’d pull back. “Girl, you are just comin’ unglued, aren’t ya? I gotta say, it’s a beautiful thing to watch you squirmin’ around. You’ve got me so worked up that I might go find one of those house girls and give her a hard poundin’.”
Nixx started to stomp and yell under my hand, her eyes were wild, and her pussy was gettin’ wetter by the second. The idea of holdin’ it back from her was pushin’ all my buttons.
“Rub that pussy! Do it like you did on stage for all them guys. Think of me plowin’ one of those girls who you know damn right well won’t satisfy me.” I reached down and coated my fingers in her juices, took my hand away, and shoved it in her mouth. “Suck like you’d suck some bitch’s cum off my cock. You know you would.”
She kept playin’ with herself and I didn’t stop those occasional hard thrusts that made her gasp. “Don’t stop suckin’ . . . keep thinkin’ of the cute little blonde out there . . . maybe the redhead with the big tits. How much better you wanna be than them . . . the way only you can satisfy me. Isn’t that right?”
Tears were in her eyes, but that pussy was soaked and she was still playin’ with her clit. It was incredible to see the doubt on her face, the jealousy she was so hell bent on me feelin’. “That’s it, bitch. Tell me which one of us is jealous? Huh? You’re the one who’s gonna have tears rollin’ down your pretty face when I go fuck someone else.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer, I was playin’ a good game, but it was time to come. Nixx was still suckin’ my fingers when I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her down in front of me. I held that bitch directly in front of me and jerked off all over her face. Streams of cum streaked her cheeks and a pool formed on those incredible lips. I fell into the wall over her as I jerked the last few drops out on her.
When I pulled back, she was kneelin’ between my legs, pantin’ with her head held back. “Smart thinkin’, girl. You don’t wanna get cum in your eyes. I didn’t tell ya to stop playin’ with yourself. Keep goin’ and think about just how close you came to not even gettin’ that much from me.”
I pulled up a chair in front of her and watched the red fingernails circling around her clit, then I reached down and started to slam that pussy hard with my fingers. “I bet I’ll have one or more of them before your bookin’ is done. Which one do you think? Feel how I’m fuckin’ you with my hand . . . I’m gonna fuck one of them. Just. Like.This. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll let you clean me afterward.”
She came hard and flooded my hand while she jerked on the floor at my feet. Her reactions were almost enough of a push for me to make good on my threat. When she was done, I brought her a few towels. “Wash up your face and redo your make-up.”
I tossed a wad of money on her tits. “That’s for the pictures you missed out on. Now, you tell me who’s jealous?”
There was a little peep and then a growl. “Fuck you, FOCUS!”
I laughed. “That’s what I thought . . . but you did just come. You like it.”
I GET OFF ON YOU
A sound came out of me that I’d never even heard before, much less made. Guttural, painful, primal.
“Motherfucker!” I was yellin’ and still wipin’ his cum off my face. I looked at what a mess I was and laughed and shed a few tears. If anyone could ever break me, FOCUS Flanagan sure could. “Mark my words, you’re gonna get yours! Lyin’ sack of shit. You did this . . . royal . . . bite my fuckin’ ass! Coulda just let me go when I tried, but no . . . you all had to gang up on me! I was perfectly content bein’ a nun, workin’ at the diner.”
Now who’s a lyin’ piece of shit?
“Shoulda been one and done . . . see ya, bye, gotta go!”
I was still ranting when I threw on a robe and stomped out of the dressin’ room to the bar. He was sittin’ with Coy and Crucifix, who had a tall brunette slidin’ between his legs. Is she supposed to be me? There were a few others huddled around, sniffin’ at the fresh New York City meat with a side of rotten apple. One of them would be ridin’ FOCUS’ dick before the end of Saturday night and I’d have the bitch’s head on a platter. I marched over, ordered a double chocolate and coconut vodka—The Mounds drink—chugged it and slammed the glass on the bar.
“I just want you to know, FOCUS, you shoulda been a one-night stand. That way you woulda been a nice memory instead of sergeant major of this absolute clusterfuck you’ve got me in now!” Those girls looked at me, then him, and back to me. That’s right, look twice and save a life. In that moment, I coulda smashed them all—him included. “I’m stuck and you guys won’t let me walk.”
Crucifix gave me the evilest look. The brunette was pushed off his lap and he grabbed my arm to pull me aside. “Kid, you need to calm the fuck down! This is not the place and, believe me when I tell you, you’ll see a side of me you don’t ever wanna know. Get ready for your show. I don’t give a fuck if you’ve got an hour before you go again. Make yourself scarce until you chill the fuck out!”
I turned on my heels to walk away and FOCUS grabbed my shoulder and spun me to face him.
“Damn right you’re not goin’ anywhere and even
if we opened up your cage, girl, you wouldn’t go any-fuckin’-where!” He took a deep draw on a cigar and smiled like he was all satisfied. “Girl, just ride the fuckin’ wave . . . it’ll all come back around and you’ll be havin’ shots done outta your belly button and hangin’ upside down by your feet.”
“Sure, whatever you say.” I gave him the hang loose sign. “Surf’s up, dude.”
I was pissed off at both of them, especially Crucifix because he held the most power over me. FOCUS was the one who claimed me and owns my ass, but Crucifix was in charge, even though it’s a democracy. I belonged to the Royal Bastards MC. Period.
On the way back to the dressin’ room, I flagged over a waitress and asked her to bring some water and a couple shots. I didn’t always need liquid courage, but I needed it then. I went in and sat on the floor and waited for the drinks. The whole time I was cussin’ him in my head. He was right. Even if they said I could go, I wouldn’t. I didn’t have some kinda weird syndrome or somethin’ that made me love my captors—not even. FOCUS was the guy I met at the diner and the pimp who owned me. Both are parts of him, like my devil and angel. They gave me a way to work out all my sex shit that wasn’t bein’ a plain Jane nun type. FOCUS needed to get it through his thick Irish skull that even though it chapped his ass that I loved my job, he also loved me doin’ it. That was his problem. Poor boy was just confused.
I talked myself down off the ledge, I’m sure the drinks didn’t hurt my cause. It was time to start gettin’ my costume together and puttin’ the night behind me. The sex had been interestingly great and intense as fuck. That was somethin’ to hold on to.
While I rifled through the pile, my precious costumes seemed like a shiny mess—they matched me—a shiny mess for the shiniest apple. I finally decided on the biker chick outfit. It wasn’t a stretch and with all the fake leather, vinyl, and glitz, it was a total sparkle and sass outfit. I fastened the sides of the black sequined g-string and realized those sparklin’ little discs also made red marks around the insides of my thighs. I slid into the pleather short-shorts that crawled up the crack of my ass and then the black sparkly bra that made my tits look bigger than they really are. The outfit already made me feel stronger and more in control. When I added the black vinyl jacket with pops of sequins splattered across it, I felt ready to conquer FOCUS. . . well, at least the stage.
My heart jumped when there was a knock at the door. It wasn’t a FOCUS knock, but I was a little jumpy. “Come in.”
It was the DJ—no name, just the DJ—Doc south. He gave me the thirty minute warning to be ready to pick my music and get ready to rumble. My hair needed to be fixed and I curled it quickly and flipped my head to spray and make it big. Then I added the blinged-out bandana, wrapped it around my head, and fluffed the hair up around it. I looked like a biker lioness and I’d never been so ready to hunt.
You are not hunting cock. Don’t even think about it.
I picked songs from Texas Hippie Coalition, Jackyl, and Ted Nugent. To end the show, I was gonna do Halestorm’s “I Get Off.”
I’m addicted to him. Big Irish bastard!
When I hit the stage, I went hard. I’d learned a lot over the year at The Mounds and I beelined it to the pole, jumped, and swung around fast. I needed to get into my head the way FOCUS does when he rides. The adrenaline would kick in and all would be good in my world for four songs.
The place was packed to the rafters and guys were lined up around the tip rail to give me all their money. I took five dollar bills with my tits, shook them in faces, and ruffled their hair. I pranced around and slid to the floor in a sorta split thing before kickin’ my leg around and strokin’ my pussy through the g-string. I saw FOCUS standin’ by the side of the stage, watchin’, and waitin’ to tip me. I pretended he wasn’t even there and danced for everyone else except him. I’m mad at you.
When I took off my top, he caught my half-opened eyes and crooked a finger to bring me over. Hard to ignore when he knew I saw. I did the same semi-split, rolled up to my knees, and crawled over to where he was standin’. That’s when he started to crank up the volume and held a twenty out. I pulled my g-string to the side and let him slide it in. He did the other side and popped the clasp. Not yet! My hand went straight down to catch it before it fell off and he started throwin’ money at me. The guys all started hollering and he waved his hands for me to keep goin’. I lifted my lip in a sneer and then pulled the thong through my legs, held it up, and tossed it to the back of the stage.
What are you doing?
I was using my hand to cover my pussy and he rotated his finger for me to turn around. When I did, I slid back down, spun on a hip, and kicked my leg up. He was makin’ me dance for him in front of everyone else. You’re monopolizin’ all my time. I licked a finger and ran it down my body until I reached my clit. His eyes were locked with mine and I kept goin’ until two fingers ran back up and were in my mouth. He kept tossin’ money on the stage and the guys kept hootin’ and screamin’. When the third song started, his fingers replaced mine until they pushed in and pressed on my tongue. Like The Mounds in New York. Prick! I sucked them deep into my mouth and slowly came back up swirlin’ my tongue around and lickin’ the tips before goin’ back for more. I imagined his cock, his cum on my face, and what an absolute tease he was.
You’re not movin’, are you? Royal fuckin’ bastard!
The guys were all yellin’ and money was litterin’ the stage around me. I went with it, grabbed hold of FOCUS’ wrist, and started totally goin’ to town. He guided his arm down in front of his cock and gripped a handful of hair to pull me in. It wasn’t sex, but damn near and all them guys were lappin’ it up like horny dogs. Shit! They recognize him from the website! FOCUS is a porn star! No wonder they’re goin’ bananas!
Any of those guys who’d done even a little bit of one-handed research had seen him doin’ all kinds of crazy things to me. Knowin’ that they’d seen us pushed me harder and I cranked my naked ass up so they’d get a great pussy shot while I continued to deep-throat FOCUS’ fingers. I didn’t even have to play the game for them to throw cash on the stage and when the second extra song was almost over, FOCUS lifted my head to him, ran the wet fingers all over my face, and smiled.
“You’re all mine.” He mouthed the words, but they were as clear as if he’d been yellin’. “I own you.”
I was soaked when I walked to the back of the stage. Being careful not to get in the way of Gremlin and the broom, I tried to process all of what had happened. What the fuck was that hotness?
It was the last show of the night and I freshened up just enough to do pictures. I needed to get out. I needed to climb inside FOCUS’ head and find out what that whole thing was about. My mind was blown.
The line for pictures was about twenty deep and I posed, hugged, and smiled for their cameras. It was an extra $400 to tack onto my night. I was lucky to make that when I just danced in the city. When I started doin’ all the extras, it was different, but I wasn’t doin’ them in Kentucky. I loved the headliner gig—a lot! As soon as I turned the corner to go back to my dressin’ room, I caught a face in the crowd. It was just for a second and he hauled ass fast, but my heart punched me in the throat.
Luke! Is it my imagination that he was wearin’ a Royal Bastards cut? Can’t be! No way! He’s supposed to be in Indiana.
PRIMAL SCREAM
I got back to Nixx’s dessin’ room and she was movin’ at lightnin’ speed and cussin’ loud under her breath.
“No fuckin’ way! No fuckin’ way . . . he saw me . . . I know he did! Fuck! Fuck!”
I’d never seen her wiggle into a pair of jeans so fast. In seconds she pulled up the boots, tossed on a Royal Bastards Property of tank, and was twistin’ the braid as she stomped to the back door.
“Nixx . . . girl, what the fuck is goin’ on?” She was already standin’ by the bike, waitin’ on me. I coulda been in the bar for hours and she woulda just been hangin’ around outside if I hadn’t seen her walk out.
“You can’t just go haulin’ ass like that! What the hell happened? I know it wasn’t what happened on stage! Who is he? Who fuckin’ saw you?”
“Is there a guy named Luke in the Royal Bastards?” Her hands were shakin’ fast as she lit up a cigarette. She was still fumin’ and kicked the pavement. “You gotta tell me because I saw him! I saw Luke! My crazy ex and he’s supposed to be in Indiana. He shouldn’t be here in Kentucky right now! I didn’t think he’d be here!”
I was havin’ a hard time makin’ sense of what she was sayin’. Nixx was from New York and shouldn’t be connected to Kentucky or Indiana.
“Do you mean the crazy stalker who threw you away for bein’ a sex fiend? That Luke? You gotta help me figure this out, girl. Indiana and Kentucky are a far cry from New York. Isn’t he in New York?”
She shook her head fast and took a deep drag on her smoke. Girl, was goin’ off the fuckin’ rails and I was totally in the dark.
“No, FOCUS! He isn’t from New York . . . hell, I’m not from New York.” My mind was revvin’ outta control with this bombshell she was droppin’ on me. “I went to stay with my aunt to get away from his crazy ass! He’s from Kentucky, but we hooked up at a party when he was in school in Indiana . . . I’m from Indiana. Evansville. This is so bad!”
I couldn’t decide which was fuckin’ worse—him bein’ there, her keepin’ all this shit from me, or the possibility that he was a Royal Bastard. He’d have to be Louisville Chapter, which meant I had to talk with Coy.
What are the fuckin’ chances?
Her arms were flailin’ away and she smacked at one of her legs and then the seat of the bike. I grabbed her wrists and held them in a hand. “You need to fuckin’ talk to me, now! What do you mean you’re from Indiana? The accent would say differently.”
“Newsflash! It was a lie, okay? Not like you haven’t lied to me before!” She shook her head and stomped. I let go and she started to march around in circles, grabbin’ her head, and cussin’. “Sonofabitch! I was in hidin’ from him and tryin’ my motherfuckin’ best to kill the side of me that y’all woke up. I can’t see him, FOCUS, Royal Bastard or not. He’s cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!”