Lilith: Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club (7 page)

“You
bringin
’ her up here?” she asks. “With the
brothers?”

“Fuck
no. They’ll think she’s up here for a goddamn train ride, each of ‘
em
takin
’ a turn. I’m
gettin
’ a motel room. We’ll be back tonight.”

Alice
gives me a shrewd look. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re
kiddin
’. Maybe yourself, but not me.”

“I
don’t know what the fuck you’re
talkin
’ about. Can
I
borrow some clothes for the bitch or not?”

“Butch
know ‘bout this?” she asks.

“No,
and he don’t need to. She’s mine. I own her ass until she’s delivered.”

She
gives me a slow smile. “Be right back with those clothes.”

“Thanks,”
I call,
watchin
’ her walk down the hall away from
my
room. I shut my door,
knowin
’ she
ain’t
gonna say word one about this to nobody, especially not her old man. She’d
love
nothin
’ more than for me to fall for this bitch.
Even
if she wasn’t one of the bitches destined for sale, she’s too
fuckin
’ young and too
fuckin
’
naïve to be with a sadistic motherfucker like me.

I
grab my gun—still loaded, reminding me of how weak I can be. Never
fuckin
’ again. I tuck in
in
my
pants and pocket my wallet with plenty of cash and a fake ID to check into a
motel with. The last thing I stash away in an inside pocket of my cut is a
bag
of weed and rolling papers. If I get the bitch high enough, she just might
turn
into a whore on me yet.

Alice
comes back with a pair of stretchy leggings and a t-shirt. “She’s tiny, but
they should fit her okay. Do you need to borrow my helmet for her?”

“She
can wear mine. If anyone asks, you haven’t seen me.”

She
gets that smile on her face again, like she knows a secret that I’m blind
to,
and pats my cheek. “I might be the only one who does see you, Luc.”

I
see you.

I
know you.

I
am you.

“
Ain’t
never gonna happen, Alice. Nice of you to think of
me
that way though.”

I
shut and lock my door and stride by her, knowing she’s got that shit-eating
grin on her face
watchin
’ me walk away.

Back
down in the basement, I toss the clothes on the bed. The bitch is still
cuffed
and clamped, taking it like a
fuckin
’ champ. “Time
to
get dressed, babe,” I say, removing the clamps and unlocking the cuffs. Her
cherry nipples are misshapen and they’ll be sore for a while. She winces as
she
walks, her pussy aching.

I
follow her over to the bed and untie my belt from around her head. It drops
to
the floor and she works her jaw back and forth. “I’m
takin
’
you out of here for a while,” I say, picking up the t-shirt and tugging it
over
her head. She puts her arms through, and I collect her hair in one hand and
pull it free from under the collar.

“Out
where?” she stammers.

“Nowhere
you’ll be recognized, babe, so don’t get your hopes up.” I hold out the
leggings for her to step in and pull them up over her ass. I kick her
running
shoes out from under the bed and point to them. She puts them on as I tie
her
hair in a knot at the back of her head.

She
stands up, and her stomach growls. “You’re gonna eat today if I have to
shove
it down your throat. Got it?”

She
nods, and I take her by the wrist and pull her behind me, out the basement
door
and up the stairs into the bright, hot sun. She throws her arm up to shade
her
eyes. “I’ve got a loaded gun on me, babe. You try to run, I shoot you dead.”

I
lead her across the gravel lot to my bike, standing apart from the other
brothers’ bikes, in the shade of a giant oak tree. I take my helmet off the
seat and place it on her head, buckling it under her chin. In a side bag, I
find an extra pair of sunglasses and slide them on her face. With her hair
tucked up inside the helmet on her head, and the glasses on, fuck her own
mother wouldn’t spot her on the back of my bike. I put my own glasses on and
straddle my bike.

“You
ever been on a bike before?” I ask her. She shakes her head, no. “Swing your
leg over, babe. The vibration might hurt your pussy a little after having
that
clamp on, but we’re not
goin
’ far.” I pull her
arms
around my waist. “Hold on tight, don’t want you
fallin
’
off.”

I
fire up the engine, and she jumps, pressing against my back, her arms in a
death grip around my waist. I walk the bike back into the driveway and ease
it
forward toward the gate.

Out
on the road, I lift my face to the sun and feel the wind in my hair. It’s a
beautiful
fuckin
’ day, warm for early November.
With
a bitch at my back and my Harley under me, I want to ride all
day.

I
take back roads and avoid the highways and the cops. They’ve had their eyes
on
LLMC for a while now and can’t bust us for shit. I’m not gonna give them a
reason today.

I
drive through a fast food place and get us burgers and fries,
tuckin
’ them away in my saddle bag before
pullin
’ back on the road. The motel I find is a small
place
with about ten rooms for rent, all with outside doors. From the peeling
paint
and busted lampposts, it looks like it was built in the nineteen fifties and
hasn’t been fixed up since.

I
park in front of the door that says OFFICE on the widow and turn off the
engine. I don’t want to take the bitch inside with me, and I don’t think she
’ll
run, but leaving her alone gives me a real bad feeling. “Leave the helmet
on,
babe and stand right outside the glass door where I can see you.” I take her
hand and run it over the gun tucked into my pants. She pulls her hand back
like
she touched a hot iron and nods.

Inside,
there’s an old man about eighty years old. He can’t hear a
fuckin
’
thing and takes my money without asking any questions, no ID, no
nothin
’. I take the key he gives me and head back
outside
where the bitch is waiting for me. “We’re on the end,” I tell her. “Hop back
on.”

We
ride down to our room and before we go in, I hand her the sack of food while
I
grab the bag with hair shit in it.

Inside,
I bolt the door and turn on the A/C. It smells like mildew and cat piss, but
that’s what I
fuckin
’ get for forty bucks. “Let’s
eat,” I say, taking the food from her and sitting it on the little table by
the
window with the curtains drawn tight. She takes the helmet off and sits it
on
the bed and stashes the glasses inside.

I
push a burger across the table where there’s another chair. “Sit,” I tell
her.
“You’re gonna eat even if you do puke it all back up.”

She
devours the
fuckin
’ thing and a medium fry. I toss
a
few onion rings in her empty box, and she eats those too. I like
eatin
’ with a woman who can put back some food. When she
swallows her last bite, she points to the sink. “Can I get water?”

“I
got it,” I say. “There’s coffee. I’m
makin
’ a pot
if
you want some.”

Alice’s
smile flashes in my mind, and suddenly it’s like I’m here
playin
’
fuckin
’ house with this bitch. Makin’ coffee and
shit. “We’re here so I can bleach your hair and wax your pussy,” I say.
“Needed
hot water and somewhere with privacy.”

While
I’m
fillin
’ the coffee pot with water, I glance
over
to see her grasp a lock of her hair and examine it, like she’s committing it
to
fuckin
’ memory. “The man who’s
buyin
’
you wants a blond,” I say. “So we’re
makin
’ you
fuckin
’ blond.”

She
gets that
fuckin
’ look in her eyes again like she
can’t believe this is reality, and she’s gonna wake up from this nightmare
any
second.

I
walk back to the table and hand her a plastic cup of water. “Get a shower
first. There’s soap and shampoo. Leave the door open.”

I
fall back onto one of the double beds and flip the TV on with the remote
while
she shuffles into the bathroom. A minute later the water turns on.
Knowin
’ I only have a short time left to train her, I
should go in and at least make her blow me, but I can’t seem to want to
fuckin
’ bother her. Fuck, this could be the last shower
she
takes unmolested.

I
take the bag of weed from my pocket and roll a joint. Might as well get
fuckin
’ comfortable while I wait. I take a few hits
while
watchin
’
Cannonball Run
and I’m feeling pretty
good
when the water turns off.

Bitch
comes out with a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head.
She
stops in her tracks and looks at me
layin
’ on the
bed
smokin
’ a joint. She picks up a mug and fills it
with
coffee, then,
fuckin
’ brings it over to me like
she’s
my goddamn servant. I don’t know whether to laugh or
fuckin
’
cry. What the fuck is going on in her head from one minute to the
next?

I
offer her the joint. “Ever smoke weed?” She doesn’t answer, just takes it
from
me. “Take a hit and hold it in, babe.”

She
sits on the bed beside me and inhales, then coughs her
fuckin
’
brains out.

“Maybe
a smaller hit,” I say, patting her back. “It’s the good shit.”

She
does it again, inhaling less this time and holding her breath. This strange
fuckin
’ feeling comes over me, like I’m proud of the
bitch
or something. She exhales and looks at me, blinking a few times, like she’s
waiting for something to happen.

I
scoot over on the bed and pat the spot beside me. “Sit back here, and we’ll
smoke for a while, babe.” We both lean against the headboard, passing the
joint
back and forth, watching the movie.

When
she starts
crackin
’ up at stupid shit, I know she’
s
buzzin
’. “How you
feelin
’,
babe?”

“This
is a funny movie,” she says. “I’ve never seen it before.”

Weed
makes her talkative. “Lots of shit you
ain’t
ever
done.” I grab the bag with the wax and hair bleach and find there’s also a
pack
of disposable razors. I get up and grab the bar of soap from the bathroom
and
fill a plastic cup with water.

“You
lay there and watch the movie,” I tell her. “I’m gonna shave your pussy.”

I
unwrap the towel around her body and leave it under her, then lay on my
stomach
between her legs. She sits up, but I push her shoulders back down. “Relax.
After all the shit I’ve done to you, shaving your cunt
ain’t
a big deal, is it?” I sit up, reach for the weed and roll another joint.
“
Here.
Let’s smoke another one.”

I
light it for her, and the end smolders as she inhales, leaning back against
the
headboard again. “Watch the movie, babe,” I say, scooting back down between
her
thighs.

I
lather her pussy with soap and start shaving her until she’s bare. She has a
tiny mole on her bikini line. I wonder if anyone has ever seen it before me.
If
her
fuckin
’ boyfriend ever noticed it.

She
holds the joint out to me, but my hands are full—one holding the cup of
water
and the other the razor—so she turns it around and holds it while I take a
hit.
Her
bein
’ nice to me is all kinds of fucked up.
But
this bitch
holdin
’ a joint to my lips while I’m
between her legs is
fuckin
’
makin
’
my cock hard.

I
touch her pussy lips with the tip of my finger. “You sore, babe?”

“A
little.”

“How
‘bout your nipples?” I ask,
thinkin
’ about how
they
feel pressed against my tongue.

“They
hurt with the shirt on and pressed against you on the bike.” She takes
another
hit and holds it in.

“Keep
smokin
’, it’ll help.”

I
’ve
never shaved a pussy before. The skin is so
fuckin
’
delicate. It’s like
tryin
’ to shave a
fuckin
’ jellyfish or some shit. I should use the wax,
but
fuck if I don’t love
havin
’ her soft folds under
the
razor in my hand.

Her
hand comes in front of my eyes as she reaches between her legs and pulls her
skin tight for me. She’s
fuckin
’
killin
’
me, and I hope to fuck she isn’t
goin
’ psycho on
me
like that Lilith bitch. She even holds herself open to me and watches with
the
tip of her tongue poked out of her mouth when I shave the inside of her
pussy
lips.