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Ride Me Away
Satan's Saviors MC
by Jamie Fuchs
Copyright 2014
Smutpire Press
All Rights Reserved
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You never really knew what you were getting yourself into when you signed up for a job like the one I had. I sure didn’t. Every day, I would be faced with a new challenge; something completely unexpected.

Sure, some things always stayed the same, and in the end criminals would always be criminals. They all had a motivation to do what they did.

I might have had the appearance of a rugged, jaded character on the outside, and I definitely stood out a lot more in the office than I ever did on the job. But on the inside? I was straight as an arrow.

My hair was always kept short, hanging down just passed my jaw line in frazzled locks dried up by the constant dying I put it through. I tended to change colors every other month and it was almost to the point where I couldn’t even remember what it looked like naturally.

With tattoos of thorned roses on my forearms and a large one in the middle of my back, along with a bull ring piercing through my nose, you’d never guess that I worked for the government. But then again, that was exactly what I wanted you to think.

“Hey badass, you done pushing those papers yet?” It was Jackson. He must have noticed me dozing off in the office.

“Hell yeah,” I replied, calmly leaning back in my chair.

“Good. Here’s your next assignment.”

He slapped a folder down on my desk and left, walking back to his office.

Finally
, I thought. There were many reasons I’d signed up for this job, but paperwork sure as hell wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t the type of girl who liked being chained to a desk for eight hours a day. The thrill of the hunt was what I longed for.

I dove right into the folder, opening it up with that all too familiar excitement building inside of me already.

Only three pages and a couple pictures? Is this some kind of joke?

There was one title page stating the location I would be reassigned to and the names of the people I was required to investigate; one page describing what my mission was; and the last to inform me of some habits the suspects possessed along with a couple pictures. Usually the intel was much more elaborate than this.

I stood up and headed straight over to Jackson’s office.

“Is this it?” I asked, holding the folder out in front of me. “Three pages?”

“Yes,” he replied. “You’re a good agent, Anna. There’s a reason you're on this one.”

“You can’t get someone out there for another couple weeks to at least give me something useful?”

“We’ve tried. Every person we send out there comes back with the same amount of info. It’s all on you now.”

He picked up his pen and continued working on the forms in front of him. I left his office with a scowl. Jackson clearly was not going to discuss this any longer with me.

I turned around and went back to my desk with a game plan already churning through my mind. I reminded myself why I took this job in the first place: I wanted a challenge. From the looks of things, they were finally delivering.

Opening the folder one more time, I began reading through the limited information that was provided. I was to be relocated to Los Angeles in order to investigate a local motorcycle club called the
Satan’s Saviors
.

They had recently come to the attention of the local authorities, who believed the club was involved in the state-wide bribery of politicians. My duty was to infiltrate and collect evidence against them.

Turning to the next page, I found even less useful information, except for one detail about their second in command, Jag. He appeared to be a regular at the Angel Saloon.

Their club wasn’t too far from the Angel Saloon, so I could only assume Jag lived in that area.

He had wavy blond hair hanging down the sides of his face to his rugged jaw line. He appeared to be around thirty-two years old.

The only bit of information I got on the president of the club was a picture with his name written on the back: Rodney. He was far less attractive than Jag, with a face that only a mother could love.

I was starting to get the feeling that this wasn’t your normal, everyday outlaw motorcycle club. These guys were up to something unusual. I just didn’t get that same feeling I usually did before going into a case.

One of the main reasons I had become so successful at what I did was because of my ability to disappear almost instantly. I was only twenty-eight with no boyfriend, no husband, and no kids. There was nobody at home to worry about, or to have worrying about me.

My flight would leave that Friday, giving me two days to prepare my game plan and go. Nothing would be documented until I returned; everything had to be done in my head. I would need to get close to the suspects, and it wasn’t an infrequent occurrence for them to rifle through things at my house.

The only thing I would miss about my home life was my fuck buddy, Taylor. He was a raging animal in the bedroom, the kind you would only expect to see in the wild. I did my best to keep things as casual as I could between the two of us.

I’m leaving again. Let’s meet up one last time. Are you free tonight?
I sent him a quick text and continued to pack some of my things into a suitcase, including my two vibrators. You never know how long it’ll take to find someone worth your time.

I tried to pack a wide variety of clothes to get me through the first couple days in a new area until I found out what I should be wearing. Plus, it never looks suspicious for a girl to have too many outfits, no matter who she is.

Just as I folded the last shirt and packed it into my suitcase, my phone vibrated on the dresser next to me.

What?! Again? But you just got back!

Then a moment later:

I’ll be over right away.

Taylor may have been a busy guy, but for me, I knew he would always find the time. I closed my suitcase and pushed it aside.

He wouldn’t be long. His house was only about a five minute drive away from mine, and it somehow only ever took him three minutes to get here.

I walked downstairs to unlock the door before returning to my bedroom. Tonight, I had a special surprise for him.

I sent him one final text before turning off my phone and dimming the lights.
The door’s unlocked.

Stripping down to nothing but my panties, I pulled out a blindfold and two pairs of handcuffs from my top dresser drawer. I sat down on my bed and attached one handcuff to each wrist. The cold metal on my skin always got my juices flowing. Once I was locked in, my pussy knew what was coming.

I put the blindfold on and laid on my back, waiting to hear Taylor come in.

Sure enough, he arrived mere moments later. I moved my hands up to the metal bars at the head of the bed frame and spread my legs just enough to allow his eyes to gaze upon me.

The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs got louder and louder as the person I could only assume was Taylor approached. The tingles of excitement rolled through my body as the door gently creaked open.

He was silent as he entered the room. I had no way of knowing his position, but I knew his eyes would be on my naked body, glowing gently in the dim light. I was ready for the taking and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I felt the warmth of his cock pressing against me.

I waited patiently for him to give me a signal, but the longer he made me wait, the more I started to wonder what was going on. The room remained silent, and my breathing quickened as the arousal heightened inside of me.

Then I heard the sound of someone undoing a belt mere inches to my left. I let out a weak anticipatory moan, letting him know I was ready.

His pants hit the floor with a gentle thud and I could hear him kick them off. Then another piece of clothing hit the floor.

The bed depressed on my side and he placed his strong hand on my collarbone just below my neck. He pressed down firmly as he grabbed the handcuffs on my left wrist and pulled them to secure me to the bed frame. Then he secured my other arm.

I was locked in now. For the last night in our foreseeable future, I was his for the taking.

He lifted his hand and ran his fingers delicately down the center of my body, between my perky breasts; down my stomach; overtop my mound. He left a trail of shivers in his wake everywhere his fingers touched until he took them to the little trimmed runway I kept between my legs.

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