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Authors: Sienna Valentine

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adison watched
the two men arguing from where she stood at the bar, still paralyzed with indecision about how to help. Before she could decide, though, she was relieved to see Lurch step in, putting a hand on each man's chest and pushing them apart. More angry words were exchanged before Magnum stormed away, heading towards the big double doors to the VIP Lounge which he yanked open, disappearing inside.

As soon as he was gone, another man emerged from the open door next to Dax. He was a much smaller Asian man in a suit. Dax turned to him and said something, and then the man went back into the room and Lurch followed, closing the door behind them. Dax then started to walk over to the bar.

“Whiskey,” he said to the bartender as soon as he was close enough for her to hear. “Straight up and make it large.”

He pulled up next to Madison and looked her in the eye for the first time since they’d left the clubhouse. “You alright?”

“Yes, of course. Why?”

“Mag said he’d met you. He can be... unpredictable.”

“Oh. No, he was fine. I didn’t speak to him long. Once he heard you were here he left. What was that all about?”

“Club business,” he said with a grunt. His drink arrived and he gulped the tall glass down in one swallow, slamming the glass back on the bar loudly. “Another.” The bartender hadn’t even had time to move away, so she just nodded and took his empty glass back to refill.

“Your club owns this place?”

“No. The Jap owns it, we just have a vested interest. We’re here to collect on that interest, which hasn’t been flowing as much as it should lately. Lurch is handling it.”

“Oh.”

His new drink arrived and he pounded that one back just as fast. He looked meaningfully at the bartender and she shrugged, taking his glass back to refill again.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Dax said. “Things may get heated.”

“What’s wrong?”

Dax didn’t say anything. He just glowered at the big double doors behind which Magnum had disappeared.

She decided to try a different angle of questions. “Is Magnum the vice president of your club?”

Dax just nodded, but she could see his jaw tighten. His bald head was beaded with sweat, although she wasn’t sure if it was from the heat inside the club or something else.

“What are you? I mean, what’s your role?” His patch had the letters SA on it, but she wasn’t sure what that meant.

“Sergeant-at-Arms,” he said flatly.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“I handle security issues. Things that require a bit of force. Including collections, like the one we’re on now, when we think there is the possibility of there being some resistance.”

His new drink arrived, and Madison was glad to see he didn’t throw this one back immediately. He picked it up and just took a small swallow, then placed it back on the counter. The bartender had been hanging around to see if she’d need to get another but now she turned and went back to the other customers.

“So Lurch came to help with that?”

Dax nodded.

“And Magnum as well?”

This time he shook his head and gave a grunt. “He shouldn’t be here. Mag is unstable, at best. Just bad luck that he showed up.” The alcohol was loosening him up, so Madison decided to try to press for more details while she had the chance.

“But he’s vice president, how would he get that if he’s unstable?”

“Cuz our president isn’t much better,” he spat. “We have some leadership issues in this club.”

Madison was silent for a moment, watching Dax. His teeth were still clenched, and his eyes still focused on the big double doors as if he was waiting for Magnum to emerge at any moment.

“What’s back there?”

“Entertainment,” he said simply.

“What kind?”

His focus broke away and he looked at her, deciding what to say. He finally seemed to come to a decision to tell her. “Girls. It’s a place where guys can go and spend some of the money they win in the pits. Keeps some of our gambling losses from walking out the front door.”

It made sense, but she wasn’t completely clear. “By girls you mean...”

“Dancers,” he said. “But for a little extra, the dance becomes a horizontal duet.”

Dax was staring at her, watching for a reaction so Madison kept her face calm, intentionally squelching her natural inclination to make a face. She wanted Dax to see that she was tough, and these things wouldn’t phase her. Even when they did.
I’ll get use to this lifestyle. I wanted to get in with this crowd, and this is what they do. Stop being a baby, Madison! This is the way the world works.

“Of course,” was all she said. His eyes studied her face, looking into her eyes. She stared back defiantly, unwilling to let him probe the truth out of her with just his gaze this time. He finally nodded and took another sip of his drink.

The club was getting busier now as the afternoon was wearing on. Madison looked down across the bar at the people sitting there, drinking and chatting. The bartender was talking to one gaunt looking young man with dark circles under his eyes. She reached up and pressed something into his hand, and he handed her some bills. As she took her hand away, Madison caught a glimpse of something white before the man clenched his fist around his prize and turned away, hurrying off into the crowd.

She suddenly understood the bartender’s strange question from earlier. “The bar sells more than drinks, I see. That another way the club turns gambling losses into wins?” She raised an eyebrow at Dax who scowled back at her.

“That’s one of Mag’s... innovations,” he spat. “If it were up to me, the club would not be into drugs. Gambling and fucking are fair game in my opinion, but drugs take us down a notch. I’d rather not be part of that.”

“So why don’t you change it? Can’t you, I don’t know, bring it up at a meeting or something?”

The big man snorted at her. “If you ain’t the VP or the Prez, all you got is a vote, not a voice, at our table. And even those don’t always count for shit. The problem with this club is at the top – and things won’t change until the leadership changes first.”

“Dax!”

Lurch’s deep voice cut through the din of the crowd as he approached. Madison hadn’t noticed him come out of the back room.

The men stepped away from the bar and put their heads together as they spoke, too low for Madison or anyone else to hear. Finally they stepped apart as Dax just nodded. He returned to the bar.

“Things went better than expected, sounds like we’ll get our money from the Jap after all without having to force the issue. But I gotta go talk to Mag for a minute.”

“Can I come? I want to see the back room.”
Prove that the idea of dancers and hookers don’t intimidate me.

Dax stared at her again and then finally gave a little half smile. “Fine, fuck. You’re a tenacious little bitch, you know that?”

She decided to take that as a compliment, and the word bitch as a term of endearment. She smiled back and grabbed his muscled arm, giving it a tight squeeze. “But I’m your tenacious little bitch,” she replied. Dax wrapped his hand around her back and reached down to grab her ass, giving it a big squeeze before sliding it around her waist. It felt comforting having it there. She moved her own hand so it wrapped around his waist as well, and the two of them made their way towards the double doors at the other end of the club.

As they approached, the doors opened and a short, skinny man in an oversized sports jacket came out, covered in smears of lipstick and a big smile plastered across his face. He looked drunk, barely swerving out of their way as they slipped through the doors before they closed.

The room they entered now was dimly lit, and was just a long hallway that they had to follow for a few feet until it turned left and opened into a big room. In the center was a small stage adorned with a brass pole. There was already a girl on stage, wearing only a frilly white thong and she was dancing circles around the pole with one hand on it. She had small breasts, probably only a B cup, but her face was pretty and she had long black hair that flung out behind her as she danced. She smiled at the two of them as they arrived, but Madison noticed her smile extended across to everyone else as she spun.

Dax was looking around, but not seeing Magnum.

“Hi Dax baby,” a woman appeared in front of them, blond hair and a tiny bikini top on that barely covered her nipples with a matching bottom. Her hand snaked out right in front of Madison and grabbed Dax’s jean covered cock as she greeted him.

“Hi Bambi,” Dax said, ignoring the hand on his crotch as if it were a normal way of greeting someone. “You seen Magnum?”

Bambi’s hand slid off of his crotch slowly, as if she was giving him a familiar stroke as she nodded. “He’s in the back room, baby. Who’s your cute friend? She a new dancer?”

Bambi’s gaze was on Madison now, and she was eying her big tits appreciatively. “I’d love to see her shake those titties!” Without warning the girl reached forward and grabbed one of Madison’s tits through her shirt. She let out a gasp of surprise and the dancer just laughed. “You’re gonna need a thicker skin that than to work here, honey.” She gave the breast a good squeeze before letting go.

“Nah, she’s not a dancer,” Dax said as he started to walk away, pulling Madison by the arm to follow.

“Pity,” Bambi said as they departed. She winked at Madison. “If you want a private dance, sugar, let me know. Dancing for girls is a sweet treat and one of my specialties.”

Madison was still in shock that the girl had grabbed her tits, she’d never been touched by a girl before. She thought she’d be more disgusted, but it had honestly not been too bad. In fact, she’d actually felt a bit of a tickle between her legs when the girl’s hand was on her. It was probably just the strangeness of the situation, and excitement of being with Dax in such a new environment. Her blood had never pumped so hotly through her veins as it did now, spending time with this biker.

Dax led Madison around the stage and to the back of the room where there was another door and a big man standing in front of it. He nodded at Dax as he approached.

“Magnum in the champagne room?”

The bouncer nodded and stepped aside. He reached down and grabbed the door, pulling it open. Dax walked through, dragging Madison along behind him.

The lights in the back room were even dimmer than the main strip club area, and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust. At first, all she saw were shapes in the corners, moving together as a big blob, but as her pupils dilated to accommodate for the darkness, she realized that the shapes were bodies. Three of them, it seemed like.

On what looked like a dark couch along the wall, there was a girl on her back, completely naked and kissing another girl who was also naked and pressed tightly on top of her. Their breasts were mashed together, and the girl on top hand had her hands against the wall above the other girl's head as they kissed. Behind the girl on top was Magnum, naked as well, and pounding his hips into the girl from behind with his own hands on tops of hers against the wall for leverage. The girl on the bottom had her arms wrapped around both of the bodies above her, and her nails were raking the back of Magnum as he thrust into her friend.

Dax and Madison stopped at the door as they watched the sight in front of them. As her eyes continued to adjust, she could just make out Magnum’s cock each time he pulled out, before it was thrust back into the stripper underneath him. He was grunting with each pound, and the girl's ass would jiggle from the force whenever his hips slammed into it.

Madison looked over at Dax, and he looked back at her, giving her a little smile. “Should we leave?” she whispered.

“Why? Looks like he’s almost done. I need to talk to him.”

Dax turned back to watch the group again, but as he did Madison felt his arm snake around her waist again. This time, his fingers slipped under her shirt to press against her hot skin, and then slowly start to slide upwards. Her own gaze returned to watch the group fucking only a few feet away, but she was very conscious of Dax’s fingertips as well as they continued their ascent.

Magnum started thrusting faster now, and dropped one hand down from the wall to the chests of the two girls, wriggling between their breasts until it was sandwiched between them. She could see him grabbing the breast of the girl on the bottom roughly, as the one on the top pressed against the back of his hand. His tight ass continued to thrust back and forth, picking up even more speed.

Madison quietly gasped as Dax’s fingers found her own breast, sliding up and grabbing firmly onto one of her already erect nipples. What had already turned her on? The quick grab from Bambi? The sight of the VP of the Desperados roughly fucking two girls in front of them? Or was it simply the hand of Dax against her skin? Either way, she could feel a dampness between her legs and the fingers of Dax were causing little sparks of electricity to burn through her chest. She bit her lip in an attempt to keep from letting out a moan. She didn’t want to interrupt the hot scene in front of them until it was done. She was anxious to see the biker finish.

Now Magnum had dropped his other hand down from the wall and had wrapped his body around the two girls, his hips slamming even harder into the one girl. His face was pressed down past her neck and he had taken her place on the lips of the girl on the bottom, the two of them kissing passionately as his cock continued its assault.

With a final loud groan, Magnum gave one final shove forward and then a louder yell. Madison could see his ass flex and tighten and she knew he was finally starting to fill the stripper’s insides with a hot load. She cried out as well and then dropped her hands from the wall, collapsing down on top of the girl beneath her and the three of them landed in a pile on the couch. Magnum’s cock pulled out of her wet pussy with a bounce, still hard and cum still dribbling from the end as he rolled off onto his back beside the girls.

Madison gasped loudly when she saw the size of it. His cock was easily the biggest one she had ever seen. It had to be at least eleven or twelve inches and so thick! Dax chuckled next to her. “Now you know why we call him Magnum,” he whispered.

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