I can spot some bikes parked out front and see trucks parked off to the side. As we grow closer I can see the amber colored bricks with aged cream grout. Whenever I’ve gone to clubs outside of the city, they always have some sort of porch with a recreational area for the guys to shoot the shit, but not here. Instead there’s a large wooden door with a couple windows by it. Honestly, it looks like a creepy house in the middle of nowhere, but I know better.
Before we’re even off our bikes, a couple guys come through the doors. I don’t know any of them and am surprised to see Stoney isn’t with them. One guy whose patch I can’t read from this far away comes strutting up. He’s a scrawny, beady-eyed lookin’ fucker who reminds me of a naked mole rat. But as he grows closer, I can read the name ‘Mikey’. He snickers lowly, dragging his hand across his jaw, and looks to Venom and I as we place our helmets on our handlebars. “My, my, what beautiful clubwhores we have here.” He walks right over to Venom, places his hand on her shoulder, and I see the way her eyes flicker with anger. “I can’t wait to have the time of my life with you tonight, baby.”
Shit, he’s gonna regret saying that. Venom grabs the hand that’s on her shoulder, twists it back, and within a minute I hear a loud pop followed by screams you swear were from a woman. “Fuck, did you just break my arm?” he screams at her, only getting a smirk from Venom.
She shrugs, “I dunno. Maybe you should go see a doc.”
A man comes up from the group with shoulder-length dark hair and kind eyes. “I’m sorry for his disrespect, Boss. I’m Tracker.” This Tracker fella extends his hand and I shake it. “Now, would you mind letting me know if this dipshit has a broken bone?”
Venom snickers, “It isn’t broken. The big baby just thinks it is. It’s dislocated, but don’t ask me to fix it.”
“She can fix it?” he asks, raising a brow.
I nod.
The door to the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse comes swinging open with a woman venturing through the door. She appears to be in her mid-forties or so, if I had to guess, with sandy blonde hair that has black underneath. Her eyebrows are thick, giving me the impression she really cares about her appearance, and as she grows closer I can see my thoughts are correct. She has impeccable artwork on her shoulder, spanning down to her hand. Being in this lifestyle, I see lots of ink, but the shading on her is unlike anything else my eyes have ever landed on.
“What the hell is goin’ on here? I heard a woman scream,” the woman retorts.
“That was Mikey,” Tracker chuckles lowly, quickly recovering.
Her eyes shift over to the scrawny guy and I can tell she mutters something under her breath, but she doesn’t say anything. “Whatever. I could hear your bickerin’ from inside and you’d best not start anything before Stoney gets back. You guys know how much of a hothead he can be.”
“That we do, Momma B.” Tracker nods, agreeing with the lady.
The rumbling of bikes causes me to turn around and off in the distance I can see two bikes come flying up the lane. As they draw closer, I can see Stoney’s Harley as he comes up, parks next to the club, turns off his bike, and dismounts, as does the man next to him as well.
Stoney doesn’t waste any time while he walks right up to me. “One of our clubwhores works at Dolly’s Playhouse and got spooked by some guys who wanted to make sinners pay. Not only that, but one of our other girls, Tiny, overheard one of the usual customers talking about guys who sounded the same. They’re going over to the next town acting like bible thumpers who go door to door, trying to send their message. Sound familiar?”
I blink a few times at him, wishing this didn’t sound familiar to me at all. It seems like this cult is changing the way they operate, targeting a specific type of people. “I’m sure there’s more.”
He nods. “Yeah. I’ve heard their message is maintaining the innocence of young women until marriage, and ensuring they aren’t branded a sinner. Tiny overheard something you haven’t told me, though. Apparently, they have a program for young ladies who are minors. It’ll rectify them in the eyes of God.”
I narrow my eyes. “What, like a camp?”
“Sure sounds like it.”
“Fuck. We need to get inside and talk by ourselves.”
Stoney nods. “Alright, let’s go into my office.”
Chapter Seven
Stoney
After the heated conversation in my office with Boss, I find her at the bar drinking what appears to be a bourbon while she talks to Cherry Pie. The two of them are laughing at something or another and a thought crosses my mind. Let’s see about putting that rumor about her club to a test.
With a grin on my face, I approach the two women, placing my hand on both their backs. I know Cherry Pie will do anything I tell her to do. Boss, on the other hand, is a wild card, but we’ll see just how adventurous she can be.
“How about we go have a party of our own in my office?” I suggest, running my fingers softly along Boss’ spine as I tap Cherry Pie’s ass roughly.
“Let me ask you something, Stoney. Do I get her by myself, or is this a two-for-one deal?” I see what she’s doing. Damn, the woman really must not care for me much.
“It’s me and Cherry Pie or neither of us,” I declare.
Boss glances over to Cherry Pie and I see lust fill her eyes. She nods her head and downs the rest of her drink, following behind me and Cherry Pie as I guide them into my office. Locking the door, I move around them to sit on the couch, ready to watch the show.
“Cherry Pie, I want you to take Boss’ clothes off slowly, then suck her tits into your mouth,” I order. Boss’ eyes narrow and she stares at me. Everything about the woman screams dominance, but she had her turn last night. Now it’s my turn.
“Just roll with it, Sugar. I know you like to be in charge of things, and you will be, but just let me enjoy the show. Once she’s done with you, you’ll be doing the same to her,” I say.
It feels like the minutes are prolonged as we stare each other down. Boss grips ahold of Cherry Pie’s hair and pulls her in for a demanding kiss while Cherry works at pulling Boss’ pants apart.
The way Boss seemed to take control of Cherry Pie’s movements even when she was the one receiving the attention has my dick throbbing against my jeans. I’m not normally one for threesomes, but fuck if it isn’t hot watching the two women as they rub up against each other.
Cherry removes Boss’ shirt and bra all in one move and she kisses her way down the woman’s chest, sucking a nipple in her mouth. She glides her other hand across Boss’ stomach up to her other tit.
Boss moans and I know she’s enjoying all the pleasure Cherry’s giving her as she throws her head back.
“Stop what you're doing, Cherry. Finish stripping both of you, then come here,” I order while I undo my jeans to pull my dick out before reaching in my pocket for a condom. Ripping the foil with my teeth, I slide it in place as I stroke myself, staring at the two fucking sexy women coming toward me. “On your knees, Cherry.”
At my command, Cherry Pie does just what I want, taking me in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Glancing up at Boss, I give her a grin. “Wanna know why we call her Cherry Pie?” I ask.