The Bad Boys of Summer (70 page)

"You'll have to settle for me, first," Cleo said, pulling Bambi by the hand that was still holding as she lay backwards on the stage. Bambi came forward with her and immediately pushed between her open thighs.

"With pleasure," she said, dropping her head into Cleo's lap and beginning to lick her, just as Cleo had just done to Madison.

Madison, for her part, still lay panting on her back close to them, hardly believing what had just happened. For her first lesbian experience, that was pretty mind blowing. That had been one of the most intense orgasms of her life. In fact, it had been two of the most intense orgasms of her life. She'd never had dual orgasms so close to each other, the second one starting before the first one had even finished. It had been incredible.

"
F
uck
, those girls can put on a show."

Madison's head whipped around at the voice. It had been one of the men standing with Dax and Guts. She had completely forgotten they were there and she could feel her face grow hot suddenly, embarrassed that she had just done that in front of an audience, two of them strangers and one of the others her boyfriend. Not to mention Guts.

Dax was staring at her, a strange look on his face. He didn't look upset, but she couldn't read what he was feeling. Surprise, maybe. Shock.

Madison turned her head and then saw Troy standing there as well, a little bit away from the others, still in the hallway leading back to the casino but out of sight of the rest of the men. Apparently he had finally opened the door, but he had sense enough to keep out of view. Unlike her. The look on his face was more transparent. Definite lust.

"They ain't done yet," Guts replied, nodding towards Bambi and Cleo.

"Yeah, well if I watch anymore this meeting may get awkward," the man replied. "Time to talk business. Where are we doing this?"

"The Champagne room, right this way," Guts replied, starting to walk towards the door to the private room in the back. "It's all cleared out and set up for us."

The two men followed Guts but Dax stood where he was. "I'll be in there in a minute, I just need to settle up with the girls."

Once the door to the Champagne room had shut, his face turned to anger and Madison sat up, grabbing her clothes from the pile next to her. She slid off the stage as Dax approached and he grabbed her by the forearm, pulling her away from the strippers.

"What the fuck are you doing? You almost ruined everything. These guys take their business and privacy seriously." He was whispering, but she could still hear the fury in his voice.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just-" she started to apologize, but Dax was in no mood to listen and he cut her off, his fingers were digging hard into her arm but she dared not complain. She hadn't seen him this angry at her since they'd met.

"You just didn't listen, as usual. You thought you could do whatever the fuck you wanted and you almost fucked everything up. You're just lucky that acting like a whore was the right move in this case."

That comment stung, and Madison could feel the tears in her eyes start to well up. She was suddenly more embarrassed than before at standing there naked. She clutched her clothes against her even harder.

She could see Dax's eyes focus on something behind her and he grimaced. "Troy," he said, no longer whispering but still not too loud. "You were supposed to watch her. Take her back to the clubhouse. I'll meet you guys back there later."

Madison knew better than to argue this time. Dax finally relaxed his grip and gave her another hard look before spinning around and stomping towards the Champagne room. The tattoo on the back of his head seemed ironic now.
Shit Happens
. Wasn't that saying supposed to mean that life was full of surprises and to just accept them and move on? Madison hoped once his anger died he'd return to living by the credo inked into his skull.

She quickly started to pull her clothes on, pointedly ignoring the fact that Troy was openly watching her, his eyes missing no part of her exposed flesh until she had covered it all back up.

"So, are you happy you found him then?" Troy was smiling, but there was no humor or friendliness behind his eyes.

"Fuck you," she said. He had known what was going on back here, at least partly. He'd had the sense enough to stay out of sight. He could have warned her instead of letting her believe Dax was back here fooling around. "Let's just go."

She glanced back at the girls on the stage as she walked past Troy on her way to the door. They had stopped what they were doing, obviously aware that something was going on between her and the men. Madison wasn't sure how much they had heard, but it didn't matter. She felt her face redden yet again but she ignored it. She gave them a little smile, and they returned it, sympathy in their eyes.

"Bye honey," Bambi called. "We'll see you again soon!"

She just nodded and walked past the stage. She could hear Troy following closely behind as she turned into the little corridor leading to the doors. Pushing them open, she was greeted once again by the loudness of the casino. The crowd and noise were welcome, letting her hide her shame within their anonymity. No one here knew or cared that she had just performed an impromptu sex show in front of two strangers and three bikers, or that she'd been chewed out in front of some of them by her boyfriend. There was money to be won and lost, and with each roll of the dice or turn of the cards, someone was deliriously happy or profoundly disappointed, and none of it had anything to do with her.

She pushed through the crowd, wishing that her earlier buzz from the whiskey sours had lasted a little bit longer. She considered asking Troy whether she could stop at the bar for a few more drinks, but she knew he would have some choice things to say about that. Besides, there were drinks at the clubhouse. She wanted to just get the hell out of here anyway. Leave the memories of what had just happened behind and hopefully start fresh with Dax when he returned later. She'd have to think of a good way to apologize. Hopefully he'd be more willing to listen after he had time to cool down.

She numbly walked back around the building and climbed onto the back of Troy's bike once he had gotten on. She hated having to wrap her arms around him, but she still didn't feel completely safe on a bike in any other position. He started it up and pulled out of the parking lot. He'd only just gotten onto the freeway when Madison felt the tears start to finally fall down her face.

Let them fall now
, she thought.
At least no one saw me cry. The wind will dry them before we get back
.

She was right. By the time they pulled up to the clubhouse, she had gotten a hold of her emotions and her face was dry. She hopped off the bike as soon as it had stopped, not waiting long enough for Troy to see her eyes, although it was probably dark enough that he wouldn't be able to see if they were still a bit red anyway. She walked quickly to the front door and pushed it open, thankful that the big main room was empty.

A clock on the wall said it was only 9:30 PM, but it felt like it was almost midnight to her. The odd combination of booze, orgasms and humiliation had wiped her out and she wished she'd instead told Troy to take her back to Dax's apartment so that she could just go to bed.

She could hear sounds coming from upstairs, probably some of the guys partying with some of the house mamma's, but she definitely wasn't up for joining them. Her earlier desire to come back and drink had mostly vanished as well. Instead, she made her way to the back, towards Dax's new office. At least there she'd have some privacy, and there was a little couch that she could use to lay down on.

Once she was in, she closed the door behind herself and locked it. Throwing herself down onto the couch, she buried her face in one of the throw pillows and let herself go again. Her body heaved as she sobbed, and it wasn't long before she had cried herself into a fitful sleep.

The door slamming shut woke Madison, and through bleary eyes she saw Dax standing over her, still looking angry. Her heart started pounding in her chest. She had meant to plan out what she was going to say to him, but she had been so tired and fallen right asleep, completely forgetting. She'd hoped he would have calmed down a bit by the time he got back, but it didn't seem like luck was on her side tonight.

"Let's go home," he said simply, reaching out a hand. She grabbed onto it and he pulled her to her feet.

"What time is it," she said, her head still thick and hazy with sleep. It felt like she had just lain down moments ago, but the grogginess seemed to indicate she had been in a pretty deep sleep.

"After 1 AM. Let's go."

"Dax... I'm really sorry..."

"Forget it, it's done, I don't want to talk about it right anymore," he said, grabbing the door to the office and yanking it back open.

"You still seem mad and-"

"Not at you. Come on."

He stormed out of the office and she could tell by the way he was walking and his brow was furrowed that he was still very angry, but she was thankful it was no longer directed towards her.

In the hallway, she saw Guts at the other end, talking to the Prez. The Prez looked as though he had just woken up as well, although he was also fully dressed. Dax turned and looked at Guts, but Guts pointedly ignored him. The Prez looked back though, his face expressionless. Since Madison couldn't see the look on Dax's face, she wasn't sure what was going on.

He finally turned back and continued walking, so she followed him out of the now quiet clubhouse and to his bike, getting on behind him and happily wrapping her arms around his waist. As he started it up, she lay her head against his back, her cheek resting against the cool leather of his jacket. She closed her eyes as they drove at first, but then worried that she'd fall back asleep so she opened them even though they stung as the cool night air hit them. She couldn't wait to get back into bed with Dax and go to sleep.

By the time they arrived, though, she felt more alert. Keeping her eyes open in the wind and the loudness of the engine had cleared the cobwebs from her brain, but she was still happy at the thought of getting into the warm bed next to Dax's naked body. Maybe she'd be able to work up the energy to properly apologize to him. She could think of a few ways to say she was sorry without using any words at all.

Once they were in his apartment, Dax shrugged off his jacket and threw it onto the couch, his white t-shirt underneath pulled tightly against his muscled body. He walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and drinking more than half of it without even taking a breath.

"Are you okay?" Madison asked.

Dax said nothing, just staring at the beer in his hand. He then put it back to his lips and finished it off in one more big gulp.

He slammed the glass down on the counter and turned to her. His brow was still furrowed, but some of the anger looked to have died down, at least to a low simmer. He was looking at her oddly, though. He took a step towards her and her heart started to beat faster.

Still not talking, he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around so that she was facing the kitchen counter. She felt his hands reach around and pull hard against the button holding her pants together, loosening it immediately. Without missing a beat, he slid her jeans and panties down her legs and then stood back up. She could hear him fumbling with his own belt and then heard his pants hit the floor as well.

Still without a word, Dax pushed her forward so that she had to grab a hold of the counter in front of her as she bent over. One of his hands slid up her shirt and grabbed one of her breasts roughly, and the other slipped between her legs, wiggling a finger between her folds and causing her to instantly start to get wet. With a couple of quick rubs, she had moistened enough and his hand disappeared for a moment, although his arm was pressed between her ass cheeks as he reached down. She quickly felt the head of his cock touch her lips and she gasped in surprise at how hard he already was.

Dax positioned himself at her entrance with his hand and then moved it up her shirt to join his other one on her tits. With a grunt, his hips pushed forward and his thick cock rammed in between her lips causing her to cry out in an odd mixture of pleasure and pain. She wasn't quite wet enough for his initial thrust, but within a couple of strokes he was sliding easily within her and the pleasure had won the battle over pain.

Dax removed one of his hands from her shirt and put it against the counter, next to her own. With more leverage, his thrusts now became more powerful. With each shove of his cock into her wetness, he let out another grunt, the only sounds he had made since they had arrived back home.

She was making small noises now as well, little squeaks of pleasure that matched each one of his own.

His thrusts suddenly got faster and Madison knew he wouldn't be much longer. She was far from orgasm herself, but she didn't care. She had cum enough that day, and was just happy that Dax was no longer angry with her. Aside from the obvious pleasure she felt from stimulation, the feeling of his hardness filling up her pussy also filled her heart with contentment, and although Dax couldn't see her, the smile she wore was plastered across her face from ear to ear.

His strong hand squeezed her breast hard as his hips slammed against her ass one final time. With an even louder groan, she felt his cock expand within her and then explode, filling her with a jet of hot cum. She felt his weight against her back as he leaned forward, trying to push his cock in even deeper as it continued to spasm. His hand was still squeezing her breast, the nipple caught tightly between his index and middle finger.

Madison squeezed her muscles, trying to milk more of the hot prize from his cock even as it continued to spill its load. She could feel his warm breath against the back of her neck until he was done, finally pushing off of the counter and lifting his weight from her as his hand slipped out of her shirt. His cock was the last bit of flesh to lose contact with her, slipping out easily along a trail of their mixed juices.

She leaned forward for another couple of moments, letting her own breath catch up. Despite the fact that she had cum twice a few hours ago, she couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed at the quickness of their encounter.

Dax had kicked his pants away and now pulled off his sweaty shirt, dropping it on the floor as he walked, naked, towards the bathroom. She watched his firm and muscled ass flex with each movement until he disappeared behind the bathroom door. She then finally straightened up herself, grabbing a couple of paper towels from the counter and using them to catch the remains of their session that was now threatening to soil the kitchen floor.