The Bad Boys of Summer (64 page)

The girl on the bottom of the pile pushed off the other and then lowered her head onto the large cock that was continuing to spew, catching the rest of his load before it spilled onto the couch. Magnum lay his head back and put his hands on her head, pushing it down so that she was swallowing almost half of his dick as it continued to spasm. He held her there for at least a minute before he let her go, and she pulled away with a gasp, gulping for air and wiping her mouth.

His big cock was finally starting to wilt, although Madison noted that it didn’t really lose much of its size. He cracked open an eye and saw them standing there but didn’t react. She wasn’t sure if he had known they’d been watching him the whole time. For some reason, the thought that he knew made Madison’s pussy ache even more with desire.
What is going on with me today?

“Girls, get the fuck out, I have to talk to Dax,” he barked. The two strippers jumped up and grabbed their skimpy clothes from the floor, hurrying out without another word.

“Enjoy the show, pretty?” he rasped, looking directly at Madison. His cock lay awkwardly along his leg, still half hard with a drop of cum leaking from the tip. “I could probably get it up again if you want to have a ride?”

She glanced sharply at Dax to see if he would react, but he just ignored his VPs taunts. “The Jap is paying,” he said. “We’re good now.”

Magnum kept his eyes on Madison for a few more moments before letting them slide over to his Sergeant-at-Arms. His face tightened. “Is he, now? He still needs to be taught a hard lesson. I won’t have our partners thinking that we can be trifled with. He shouldn’t have balked in the first place.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“I didn’t ask what you think,” Magnum growled.

Dax was unfazed as he kept eye contact with the VP. “He’s paying us what we’re owed, as well as a penalty. That’s enough of a lesson. Anything more would need to be voted on by the club.”

The men continued to glare at each other. Magnum’s dick had finally stopped oozing cum, although a stream of it extended down from the tip to his thigh. Madison could barely take her eyes off of it, still marvelling at the size.

“We’ll see.” The biker stood up and grabbed his pants, sliding them up and covering his cock, allowing Madison to finally break her gaze away. Luckily the men were still glaring at each other and neither had noticed. Her own pussy was soaked right now, but she could feel the tension in the air between the two men. Dax’s hands had pulled out of her shirt and she glanced down to see his fists were clenched.

When Magnum finished dressing, he said nothing else, just walked past them and out the door of the little dark room. Dax watched him go but still stood there, fists still in balls and teeth clenched.

M
adison decided
that since the tension didn’t leave with the VP, she would take it upon herself to see if she could defuse it.

She turned to her man and put an arm around his waist, squeezing his hips until he finally looked at her. They said nothing, only gazing at each other silently for a few moments. Her other hand grabbed the other side of his waist and started to move up his body, caressing him. Finally, he responded. He reached forward with his own hands and grabbed her roughly, pulling her towards him until they were inches apart and then moved his lips to hers immediately.

Their tongues pushed together as their lips opened, and Madison moaned as the rough stubble of his face scraped along her chin. Her hands slid up his shirt and across his abs and further, making circles on his chest. He took the hint and returned the favor, sliding his own hands into her shirt and palming both of her bare breasts, squeezing them firmly while rubbing.

Their lips broke apart only long enough for them both to yank off the shirt of the other and then they resumed their kiss, this time both with bare chests. They pressed together, her nipples just under his and their arms around each other as their tongues wrestled wetly between their lips. She felt Dax slide his hands down her back, the roughness of his fingers causing a tingly feeling in their wake. She followed suit, and reached his ass just before he reached hers.

Both of them groped each other as they made out, but Dax was first to push his fingers between the waistband of her pants and down against her bare skin. He grabbed a hold of both of her butt cheeks and squeezed roughly, pulling them gently apart as he did so. Her pussy was on fire, and she silently urged him to touch her. She wanted him to feel her wetness, she needed to feel something inside of her.

Dax continued to work his fingers around her ass, sliding lower and lower as she moved closer to him to give him easier access. His fingers pushed down past her puckered rear and finally touched the edge of her pussy, dipping ever so slightly into her wetness.

“Fuck, just take them off,” she panted, breaking her mouth away from his for a moment. She couldn’t take the teasing of his fingers anymore. She needed to feel more.

Dax grinned at her and lifted his hands slightly until his thumb came out. He used them to hook against the edge of her pants and then he yanked them down, pulling them to her knees. She stepped out of them and then he immediately wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her backwards to the couch. He dropped to his knees, pushing her backwards until she landed back on her ass against the cushions. Dax immediately lifted her legs up and over his shoulders and then lowered his face towards her wetness.

As soon as his tongue touched her clit she cried out, squeezing her knees together involuntarily against his ears and then grabbing his bald head with her hands. His tongue lapped around her tight little nub and she arched her head back, sucking in her breath as he added a finger into her wet hole.

Her fingers tightened against his head, squeezing his skull as the tension in her body rose. She was already so close to coming after so much excitement in the last little while.

The roughness of Dax’s face against her labia contrasted the smoothness of his tongue against her clit, and kept her mind focused on the fact that she was having her pussy eaten by a real live biker. After years of fantasizing, it was finally happening. Just the thought of it released all of the tension, and her back arched as she started to cum hard against his face.

Dax shoved a second finger into her as he felt her pussy grip the first one, quickly picking up his pace and fucking her hard with them both as his lips fastened firmly against her clit, at once sucking and licking it as he held it captive within his mouth.

Madison let out a scream, pushing his head even harder against her sex, her hips now bucking against his wet face. Suddenly he yanked his head away, standing up and starting to unbutton his pants. She stared hungrily at his crotch, anxiously awaiting the sight of his cock again. The desire to feel it between her legs was almost making her crazy, despite having just cum hard.

Just then, there was a loud bang from outside the room, muffled only by the doors that closed them in. Dax’s head jerked around and his fingers froze as he waited. Another bang was heard, and he immediately flew into action, doing his pants back up and running for the door.

“Stay here,” he growled.

With that, he was out the door. She could hear screaming and yelling from outside that was muffled only after she was shut back in the small room.

Madison’s heart was pounding in her chest as she wondered what was going on. Were those gunshots? She grabbed her clothes and started to quickly get dressed, thoughts of her still fading orgasm still on the edges of her awareness but being quickly forgotten as she feared for what was going on outside.

Once decent again, she walked to the door and pressed her ear against it. She couldn’t hear anything at all. She waited a few more minutes but there was still not a sound. Despite Dax’s order to stay put, she wanted to know what was happening. She pulled the door open slightly and peeked out, but from her angle she could only see a wall.

Pulling it open even wider, she still saw nothing so she took a chance and stuck a hand out, quickly pulling it back before anyone could shoot it off. When nothing happened, she grew bolder and finally stuck her head out. The strip club was empty. Chairs were overturned, and there were various pieces of women’s clothing on the floor, but other than that, nothing else seemed amiss.

Stepping out of the champagne room, Madison picked her way around the overturned furniture, past the stage and around the corner to the big double doors where she again paused to listen. Still hearing nothing, she pulled one open and peaked.

The pit wasn’t completely deserted, although it didn’t look like there were any actual customers there anymore. There were a couple of dealers standing around, and then she saw Lurch talking to one of them. That gave her the confidence to come all the way out from behind the door. She looked around, but didn’t see Dax anywhere. The bar was deserted, even the bartender had fled.

No one noticed her, the remaining people were all engrossed in conversations with each other, but no one that was left seemed overly cautious so she assumed everything was safe now. She started to walk towards the bar, but then noticed that the door to the room Dax had been in earlier was open. Glancing around quickly to ensure everyone was still ignoring her, she made her way over to that room, hoping to find Dax inside and ask him what the hell was going on.

She got to the door and stuck her head inside. Dax was there, standing and talking to another biker that she recognized as one of the bouncers from outside. Thunder. Dax was still shirtless, and his muscled back rippled as it flexed each time he moved, the tattoos that ran up and down his skin seemed almost alive. When her eyes continued past him, however, they almost popped out of their sockets when they saw the mess on the floor. A scream filled the room, and Dax’s head shot around to stare at her as she numbly realized that she was the one screaming. On the floor was Magnum, his eyes open and glazed over, a massive hole blown into his chest and blood was everywhere.

“Shit, I thought I told you to stay put,” Dax said, rushing over and grabbing Madison by the shoulders, spinning her around and pushing her out the door. The other men from the pit were already right outside the room having rushed there when she started to scream.

“Lurch, can you finish up with Thunder, I gotta take care of this,” he barked. Lurch nodded and headed into the room while Dax continued to guide a shocked Madison towards the bar.

He sat her down and then reached over, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass. He poured some and then shoved it into her hand. “Drink this,” he commanded.

Madison lifted the glass dazedly to her lips, the foul taste finally waking her from her shock. She coughed, but Dax pushed the glass back to her lips and forced her to finish it. As she continued to cough, he refilled the glass.

“What the fuck, Dax! What the hell happened to Magnum?”

“He got himself shot,” he replied simply. He pushed the glass back into her hand and this time she took the drink without force, coughing less than last time.

“What happened?”

“He didn’t listen to me. He confronted Yamada, probably threatened him or something. He didn’t realize the Jap kept a 12 gauge under his desk.”

“Holy hell,” she said softly. She had known that the Desperado’s were a biker gang and probably into some serious shit, but the reality of a dead body in the next room was crashing down around her now. For the first time since this crazy day stared, Madison began to seriously consider that she might be in over her head.

Dax put a hand on hers, steadying it before she even realized it had been shaking. “It’s going to be fine. But we should get out of here before the police arrive. It’s best if you were never here.”

“Fat chance of that,” she muttered, her eyes drifting up to the camera’s all over the ceiling of the club.

Dax grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the front door. “I wouldn’t worry about those,” he said. “Lurch has already taken care of them. Such a strange coincidence that the day of this shooting, the entire recording system suffered a massive failure. Cops won’t be able to get shit from those tapes.”

She was still dazed as she followed him around to the back of the building, going through the motions of putting on her helmet and climbing behind the biker mechanically. She barely noticed that it was already dark out. The engine roared to life and they took off just as she started to hear the distant sound of sirens.

S
he wasn’t
sure how long they road for, but by the time they stopped she had no idea where they were and couldn’t even recollect getting there. She looked around and saw they were in front of a small little apartment building. Dax hopped off the bike and turned to her.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“My place. I don’t think you should go home tonight.”

“Why not?”

“I’d feel better if you were close by.”

“Am I in danger?”

“Not at all.”

“Then why... oh. You don’t trust me.”

Dax just stared at her for a moment before saying anything. “I just think it’s better if you let the shock of things wear off a bit before you go back to your family.”

Madison was suddenly overcome with emotion. She wanted to see her family again. But Dax was right. If she went home now, she’d probably run into her mother’s arms and sob, and tell her what she’d seen, and promise never to leave the house again. As comforting as that sounded right now, that was the easy way out. She’d already lived that life, and she knew she didn’t like it. It might feel good in the moment, but after a week she’d start hating it again.
This life excites me. It makes me feel alive.
Even still, she was having trouble holding back her tears.

She nodded and accepted Dax’s arm as he helped her down off of his Harley. She followed him into the lobby of the apartment and then up two flights of stairs. The hallway was dimly lit, but in good repair.
At least he doesn’t live in a shithole.

He opened the door and ushered her in before following. His apartment was barely decorated, with only a small couch and television in the main area, and no pictures or posters on the walls, just plain white paint. As soon as the door closed, Madison spun around and began to sob. Dax opened his arms and she fell into them, pressing her face against his leather as her chest heaved.

His arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe again, but she still continued to cry. Dax said nothing, he simply stood there, holding her, until she finally started to calm down. She wasn’t even sure what it was that made her erupt like that. It wasn’t like she knew Magnum at all, she’d barely just met him. And from what she could tell, he wasn’t a very nice guy, anyway, even as far as bikers go. But she’d never seen a dead body before, not a real one. And the day had already been full of excitement and terror. She’d met bikers, fucked one, sucked another, and then gone back to their clubhouse where she’d had to fuck their president as well. Not to mention face the notion of being passed around between the rest of the members.

The thought of that last bit made her start sobbing again, just as she had started to regain control. Dax tightened his arms around her and waiting again for her to stop. When she finally did, he led her to the couch and sat her down. He disappeared for a minute and then came back with a glass of water which he handed to her. She drank it thankfully, her head was still buzzing from the whiskey he’d given her back at the club. That had probably contributed to her breakdown as well.

Dax sat down beside her and she put her head on his shoulder.

“So what happens now?”

“With what?”

“With me. With us. Your club? I don’t know, whatever.” Madison took a deep breath. “I don’t think I can do it, Dax.”

“Do what?”

“When we got to the club this afternoon, you said that for a girl to be able to stay with one of the members, be his girlfriend – old lady – whatever, that she had to sleep with the president and then everyone else in the club before she could be with just the one. I don’t think I can do that. I want to be with you, I really do, but...”

Dax put two fingers up against her lips, silencing her. “I know,” he said. “Things might be different, now.”

“What do you mean,” she said as he moved his fingers from her face and caressed her cheek.

“I don’t know for sure yet, so I don’t want to say anything more. Let me work on it, though. You just don’t worry about it for now, alright?”

She nodded, enjoying the feel of his fingertips sliding along her cheek as she did so.

They were quiet for a while. Madison could feel the familiar tugging of sleep drawing her eyes heavily downwards.

“I gotta go back to the club,” she heard Dax say softly. “I want you to stay here until I get back.”

“Mmm hmmm,” she agreed sleepily.

“I’m serious, Madison. You haven’t listened very well in the past, please listen this time. I don’t want you leaving this apartment before I get back.” His fingers slipped from her cheek down under her chin, lifting her head up so that his hard gaze was staring down at her sleepy one. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, having no intention of leaving. Dax seemed satisfied, so he bent his face forward, pressing his lips against hers. She responded, her heart beating a little faster as they kissed and then he broke away. He got up from the couch slowly, letting Madison sink down into the warm spot his body had just left. She imagined she could still smell him underneath her head, and she barely felt him lay a blanket over top of her before she was already asleep.

She wasn’t sure how much longer it was, but she vaguely noticed being lifted up from a deep sleep and carried for a brief distance in darkness before being dropped gently onto a bed. Fingers tugged on her clothes and she submitted to them, half asleep, as they stripped her, replacing them with a blanket which she pulled tightly up to her chin before falling asleep one more time.

When she next awoke, it was morning, the room she was in filled with light from the edges of the windows not covered in blinds. She cracked an eye open, disoriented at first when she saw unfamiliar surroundings. Her heart started to beat quickly before details of the previous day came flooding back to her.
It wasn’t a dream after all. Am I happy or sad about that?

The room she was in was as barren as the other room she’d seen in this apartment, with nothing but white walls surrounding her. The blankets she had pulled tightly up against her were dark burgundy, though, which at least broke the monotony of all of the white, shaking the feeling she had started to get that she was in some sort of insane asylum.

She stretched, moving her feet out to the side until they bumped into something, her toes encountering the hairy leg of Dax. She turned her head and saw him next to her, his eyes closed as he continued to sleep. He was on his back, and his chest and stomach were completely bare, the blanket she had wrapped around herself pulled from his upper body. She lifted her head off of the pillow to look further down past his stomach, but the rest of him was covered.

She realized immediately that she was naked, and vaguely recalled him pulling her clothes off after carrying her to bed when he had returned from the clubhouse. Curious, she reached a hand down into the depths of the blanket until it touched his hip. She watched his face closely to see if he would awaken, but he continued to breathe deeply as she slowly ran her fingers up and over his waist. He was naked as well, and by extending her hand just a little further, she finally felt her fingertips graze along the tip of his cock. As she suspected, he had an erection. She’d never met a guy yet that didn’t start the morning off with wood.

With a devilish smile, Madison pulled the covers up over her head and pushed her body down towards the middle of the bed, moving to the side until she reached Dax’s hips. She couldn’t see under the covers, her body was bathed only in the warmth of trapped heat, but she slowly felt around until she found his hardness again, this time slowly wrapping her fingers around his shaft and rotating it, marvelling at the hard sponginess of his flesh as she got her head into position over top of him.

She lowered her mouth until her lips touched the tip and she gave it a kiss, breathing in the musky scent of the biker with a nose that was only an inch away from its prize. She kissed it again, giving her wrist another rotation and this time opened her mouth, letting the head of his cock push past her lips slowly and dragging her tongue all around the tip of him.

She felt him stir, his body stiffening at first as he woke, and then relaxing once he realized what had aroused him. Madison pushed her lips down further along his shaft, feeling the warmth of his cock fill her mouth as her hand moved down his length to rest atop his balls. She brought her other hand up now to cup his sac, rolling it gently around as her mouth moved back up to his tip.

She tightened her lips, creating suction as well as pressure and slid back down his slickened length, letting her tongue continue to work circles around the flesh with her mouth. Her tease was working, as she could feel Dax start to move his legs around, getting antsy with anticipation and his hand started to creep up along the small of her back towards her head.

She started to pick up her pace just a touch, giving Dax a little more stimulation in order to keep from driving him crazy. Each time she pulled her mouth back up to his tip, she stroked his length with her hand as well, making sure not to break away from stimulating him for even a moment. And keeping in time with her mouth and hand, was her manipulation of his balls which she also made sure not to neglect.

Continuing that pace for another minute or so, she quickened it even more just as she felt his hands start to move up again, once more keeping his attention focused on what she was doing without him having to guide her. His cock was rock hard in her mouth, even the earlier springiness of his skin was gone, pulled taunt around the blood that was pulsating within. She picked up her pace even faster now, her mouth moving up and down along his shaft quickly, her hand following right behind, easily sliding along the lubricated rod.

Dax couldn’t stay still anymore, and she felt his hips starting to thrust up to meet her, in time with each of her movements, and his hands finally grabbed a hold of her head, fistfuls of her hair intertwining his fingers. He was only using it to steady himself, though, satisfied with the pace that Madison was going. She knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but she was anxious for him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste him for the first time, have him fill her mouth with his seed and mark her as his own.

Finally, she heard him gasp and grunt, his hands tightening in her hair as he pushed down while at the same time thrusting upwards with his hips. She tightened her mouth around his throbbing cock, letting her tongue catch the first gush of cum to emerge before the rest pushed past and into her throat.

She greedily swallowed as much as she could, breathing through her nose as he continued to spew forth his manly essence. The taste was musky and warm, at once comforting and masculine. It filled her with energy, bringing a smile to her lips, even as they were still wrapped around his flesh.

When he was finally spent, she let her tongue roll along his cock once more, cleaning each bit of cum that she could find until he pushed her away, too sensitive to let her continue. Dax flipped the sheets down, allowing a fresh blast of cool air to hit Madison’s face.

“Morning,” she said, with a lopsided smile when he looked down at her.