Angel (2 page)

I’m sluggin’ back my fifth beer of the day and pacing around the warehouse like a fuckin’ animal. Training’s goin’ damn well, but I’m getting’ a little fuckin’ edgy over what’s gonna happen next.

Butch ain’t stupid. He knows that without me the LLMC can kiss the cartel goodbye, as well as the entire bitch-haulin’ business. I give him a day before he figures how much he fuckin’ needs me and gets in touch.

Amber’s in the bathroom at the back of the warehouse, cleanin’ up. At least, I thought it was fuckin’ Amber ‘til I hear the sound of smashing glass. I toss my beer and run inside to see the bitch squeezin’ herself out of a tiny window at the far side. “You fuckin’ crazy, bitch?” I grab for her legs, and the bitch lands a lucky fuckin’ kick on my nose. “Fuck!” She gets outside, and my blood’s boilin’. I touch my face and feel the blood trickling out of my nose. It’s Lilith alright.

I turn back and make for my bike. Bitch can’t go far. The closest fuckin’ thing resembling a human is at least half a fuckin’ mile away. I kick the engine into life and wheel-spin the bike around to face the big double doors that I left unlocked just for this. I let the wheels catch the floor, and the bike leaps forward beautifully, like a fuckin’ coyote on the hunt, slamming through the doors and out into the heat of the desert.

I slide my bike out on to the dusty road and see the bitch runnin’ like crazy. She’s headin’ in the wrong direction, and I forget she made my nose bleed a few seconds ago. I’m findin’ it so fuckin’ funny. I decide to have some fuckin’ fun and rev the bike up behind her. She looks back at me with her eyes wild and fuckin’ crazy. Is she fuckin’ smiling? I make my bike roar like a fuckin’ demon and ride right by her, so fuckin’ fast that the bitch is spinnin’ in my dust. I skid a 180 and stop, so I’m facin’ the bitch.

Blocking the road.

Daring the bitch to come at me.

She’s lookin’ straight at me with that angry fuckin’ face that I’m gettin’ used to. She can see I’m bleeding, and can’t be fuckin’ crazy enough to test me, but every time I think Lilith can’t get any more deranged, the bitch surprises the shit outta me.

We’re looking right at each other, with the same fuckin’ intensity as the night we fucked on the floor. Then Lilith starts walking straight toward me. I rev the bike, and she doesn’t flinch. I’m tempted to fuckin’ ride right over her, here in the desert, where she should be dead and buried already. This time, I ain’t fuckin’ soft, though, I’m just real fuckin’ curious.

She steps up beside the bike, raises her leg clean over the handle bars and straddles me, her back to the front wheel.  Bitch puts a hand to my face and licks the blood off my lip with that fuckin’ devil’s tongue she’s got. Damn, if this bitch ain’t the kind of psycho that gets me hard. I twist the grip, and the bike screams forward, pushing the bitch up against me.

It’s a sweet fuckin’ sensation, riding my hog with a sexy fuckin’ bitch pressin’ her tight little body up against mine, tits against my cut, thighs huggin’ my waist, lickin’ and bitin’ up on my neck and chest like she can’t get enough of my taste.

I make the bike fly, and the bitch loves it, gigglin’ and squeezin’ – this sure as hell ain’t Amber sittin’ against my dick.

Ocotillo’s a fuckin’ ghost town, but I know the place well. LLMC used to use the warehouse for club business, so everyone here knows the cut. Skunk’s the gas station owner, but he smells so fuckin’ bad you can’t even smell the gasoline. He’s fat, sweaty, and a greedy son of a bitch, but he respects the cut. I ease up and swing the bike up to the pump.

“Get off and keep your fuckin’ head down,” I say to Lilith. Skunk knows how to keep his mouth shut, but after all the shit that’s gone down I decided to learn my lesson and play it real fuckin’ careful. She gets off me almost reluctantly, and I kill the motor. Skunk spends a fuckin’ minute haulin’ his fat ass out of his chair and walking over. My eyes are wincing from the stench.

“Still ain’t had a fuckin’ bath, then?”

“Fuck you, Luc.”

He looks at the bitch as she walks over to a vending machine, checkin’ out her delicate little ass that’s peeking out from those tiny jean shorts. He turns back around to me, and I give him a look that lets him know I ain’t interested in hearin’ his fuckin’ thoughts.

He nods, then grabs the pump and fills my bike while I go and check out the newspaper stand. “Fourth page,” he shouts over his shoulder. I find the page and check out the story. It’s a typical fuckin’ small town newspaper article, a load of words that don’t say much. Fire, motorcycle club, possible arson. Still, any fucking cocksucker with a working brain cell can connect the dots.

Lilith. 

I walk back over to Skunk who’s done fillin’ the bike. He hands me my cell phone. “It’s all charged up now.” I take it from him and stuff it into my jeans. “You got any good shit?” I say. Skunk thumbs his nose. Like I said, a greedy fuckin’ cocksucker, but at least he won’t talk. I take out a crumpled fifty and hand it to him. He pulls a bag of weed out of his triple XLs and tosses it at me.

We get back to the warehouse, and I find a couple busted-up chairs and a table in a back room. I toss them over by the bike and start chowing down on some food that I got in the morning. Lilith walks up, takes a beer from the table, and slings it back quicker than most guys at the club. She reaches for my pack of cigs, and I put my hand over them to stop her.

“You’ll fuckin’ regret it if you try and run again, bitch,” I say.

“Oh yeah?” she replies, like she’s fuckin’ with me. I stand up and grab her by the throat. She’s only five two, but she looks at me like I’m the one who should be scared.

“I told you, babe, don’t fuck with me.” I’m lookin’ down at her fuckin’ mad eyes and thinkin’ ‘bout what a beautiful fuckin’ face she’s got. This bitch’ll make me as crazy as her. I’m spendin’ so much time bein’ either angry as hell or horny as fuck that I’m startin’ to confuse the two.

I let go, sit back down, and start eating again. “You wouldn’t get far anyway.” The bitch stands there over me, fists clenched, fuckin’ tense.

“What makes you think that?”

I take a big fuckin’ bite of my food, chew it slowly, and swallow before I talk. Let the bitch learn some fuckin’ patience. “Apart from the pigs who will be scourin’ the fuckin’ desert in search of the psycho, satan-lovin’ bitch who burned down her parents’ house; and apart from the very angry – and very fuckin’ dangerous – Cartel that wants to find out which whore has started fucking up their sweet little business arrangement; that sensitive little bitch in there,” I reach out my hand and tap the side of her head, and the bitch slaps my hand away. I smile and continue, “is mine.”

The bitch is so angry I can hear her breathin’ and see her tits risin’ and fallin’ inside her t shirt. “You can run all the way into the middle of the fuckin’ desert as Lilith, but Amber would just come runnin’ right back.”

“Fuck you,” she says, slow and steady, “Amber’s got nothing to do with any of this. Leave her alone.”

I take another big bite. “Too late for that, babe.”

Lilith throws a punch, but I was waitin’ for it. I grab her arm, stand up, and throw her down on the other chair. “Sit your ass down, bitch.” I sit down, take out a cigarette, light it, and toss the pack toward her. “Right now I’m the only fuckin’ thing between you and one hell of a messy end. I’m your guardian angel, your protector, your last fuckin’ chance. You got that?”

I crack open two beers and push one toward her. After a minute of staring at me with that fuckin’ death gaze of hers, she takes the beer and throws it back. Then she takes a cigarette, lights it, and seems to calm down a little – about as much as her crazy ass can.

“So what now?” she says, after a long while.

I reply, “We wait for Butch to call –
if
he does. In the meantime you’re gonna get trained. You’re a real fuckin’ problem, but you could be a golden fuckin’ asset. If you are, then maybe there’s a way back.”

“How?” she asks.

“I’m gonna teach you how to train slaves,” I say, over my beer. “A bitch trainin’ other bitches. Shit. That could fuckin’ work. Especially with Amber and Lilith playin’ a good cop-bad cop, routine. No more grabbin’ whores off the street. We could get clever about it, start doin’ some real fuckin’ business.”

Lilith takes a long drag of her cigarette. I can see the fuckin’ cogs turning in the bitch’s brain. She wants to say no, but I know she likes the idea. She likes the fuckin’ power, the control. Am I fuckin’ crazy for startin’ to like this bitch?

“What about Butch? The club?” she asks again. Suddenly, she’s full of fuckin’ questions, but she’s coming around. Just the way I fuckin’ want her to.

“If you can train bitches yourself then maybe I can get you into the club, get him to give you a cut. Trainers mean money. He’d be fuckin’ stupid to kill you,” I sling back the last of my beer and throw it into the empty warehouse, watching it smash into a million pieces on the floor. “I’d have been slung out on my ass myself for all this shit, if he didn’t need me to fuckin’ train ‘em.”

Lilith spends a long time just thinkin’ and smokin’. I see her smirkin’ at her own thoughts, and I know what the fuck she’s imagining. Suddenly, she asks, “What if Butch don’t call?”

I look her right in the eye. I wanna see her reaction.

“Then it’s just you and me. We go it alone.”

“Fuck!”

I wake up suddenly, my ass is stingin’ like something just smacked it, and my head is spinnin’ like I’m in a fuckin’ warzone. I feel another sharp whack against my ass cheek.”

“What the—”

I’m stone fuckin’ naked but for my boots - and I’m hanging by my fuckin’ wrists, slung together with that chain over the high beam. Just like I had Amber the day before.

“What the hell is this shit?” I shout. I wrestle and pull at the chains, but they ain’t fuckin’ budging.

I feel something wet and soft run up the back of my neck, then around to my mouth. Lilith. She puts her lips on mine, and presses her hot tongue into my mouth. I pull my face away. “I told you, bitch. I don’t fuckin’ kiss.” She grabs my balls and squeezes them. My body goes stiff.

“You do for me,” she says, breathily.
“Soul of my soul.”
Then she’s on me. Kissing me and pushing that devil tongue around mine. Sucking and biting at my lips. Every time I try to pull away she puts the squeeze on my fuckin’ balls, and I’m back where she wants me. She starts putting her hands all over me, tracing the outline of my abs and pecs, running her hands down my back, scratchin’ and diggin’ her nails into my flesh. She’s stingin’ me with pricks of pain all over my fuckin’ body, but the way she moves her soft body against mine, like a fuckin’ serpent…

She pulls away, and I see that the bitch is still wearing her too-fuckin’-tiny jean shorts, but she’s not wearing her t shirt on top – she’s wearing my fuckin’ cut! Unbuttoned, draped loosely over her tits so they’re half visible.

I pull and grab at the chains, but the bitch tied them up real fuckin’ tight. “What the hell is fuckin’ wrong with you? Get me the fuck down! And don’t touch my fuckin’ cut!” She looks down at the cut, lifts it so I get a peek of her nipples, and smiles at me like she’s givin’ a fuckin’ lap dance. “Looks good on me, don’t you think? Besides, you want me to train, right?”

“You better do a damn good fuckin’ job,” I say, “before I get these fucking chains off me and kick an unholy amount of shit out of you.” The bitch smiles when I say it, and slowly starts licking her finger. “I’ll do a good job,” she says, walking toward me, “I promise.”

She gently presses her wet finger against the bottom of my cock, brushing and flicking it gently. Bitch has a fuckin’ magic touch, and I’m getting hard even though I’m holdin’ back, lookin’ into her crazy fuckin’ eyes. Suddenly, she smacks me hard on the ass, grabbing it and pulling it towards her. Her other hand gets a grip of my cock and starts rubbing slowly, then she puts her mouth on mine again, her wet tongue fiercely lashing against mine. She starts biting my neck, my chest, pinching and pulling with her teeth, all the while her hand’s going against my dick so fuckin’ tight, it feels as good as pussy.

She reaches down and grabs a bottle of beer, then slings back a gulp.

“Remember this?” she says, then pours it into my mouth so fast it drips down my body. Her tongue follows it – just like I did with Amber, only this time she gets to my cock. She tosses the beer away and licks the end, her tongue exploring all the contours of my cock end, lashing into the slit, precum and spit mixing and dripping around her mouth.

She puts her lips around it and starts sucking, hard but slow. I feel the blood rushing into my cock. I’m getting rock fuckin’ hard inside her mouth. She puts a hand between my ass cheeks, her finger slowly exploring my asshole, closer and closer, drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy with urges. I’m tryin’ to hold back but between the sweetness of her lips and her teasin’ finger I’m fuckin’ losin’ the battle. Bitch must realize it because she pulls away just as I’m gettin’ close, leavin’ me nearly screamin’ for her wet mouth again.

“I’ve got you just where I want you,” she whispers into my ear. I hear her drag a chair over somewhere behind me, then let some slack into the chains. I drop onto the chair, hard. My hands are still tied up above me; I can’t move.

Lilith grabs my hair and straddles me – she’s taken off her jean shorts but she’s still in my cut. I try and pull away, but the bitch’s grip is tight. She slaps me across the face, then yanks my head onto her nipple. I run my tongue around the soft pink flesh, flicking her piercing. She starts to press her clit and pussy up against my cock, grinding soft and slow on it. She pulls my head sharply to her other breast and I bite it, pulling hard, but the bitch fuckin’ loves it, loves the sting.

“How does it feel to give in?”

She stands up in front of me, and puts one leg up on my thigh. My face is level with her pussy, with fuckin’ Satan himself. She’s still got a firm grip on the back of my head, and she brings it towards her clit. I put out my tongue, and I’m reminded of how fuckin’ sweet she tastes.

The bitch’s grip is real fuckin’ tight, and she’s controlling just how I tongue-fuck her, pulling me where she wants my tongue to go, controlling just how hard I go. She gets me into all the right spots, and her sweet juices start flowing over my tongue, making me gag, but I don’t wanna pull away from how fuckin’ good she tastes – and the bitch wouldn’t let me anyway. She’s in full control, and she loves it. Letting me get deeper and deeper inside her, on her terms. Soon, she’s pulling me, letting my tongue press inside her pussy and lick into that tight hole.

I can feel her shudderin’, she’s getting close herself. She steps back, almost reluctant to pull away, and puts a foot against the chair between my legs.

“Good boy,” she says, and kicks the chair out from beneath me, leaving me on my knees. She gets some more slack in the chain, letting me lower my hands, and for the first time I realize how fuckin’ painful they are.

“The fuck you doin’ now?” I say, as she shoves me backwards, so I’m lying flat on my back and flips the chain around the foot of the machine, so my hands are stretched back against the floor.

Lilith steps over my head, facing my body. I’m lookin’ right up between her legs. I can see her smiling like she’s enjoying every fuckin’ second of me lying there, unable to do anything, but kick my legs.

“You’re all fuckin’ mine, now,” she says, in a tone that sounds a little too fuckin’ similar to my own.

She lowers herself, her knees pinning my shoulders down, her pussy right above my face, and puts her hands on my stomach.

“I am Lilith, and you will come for me.”

She rubs her pussy on my face, guiding my lips and tongue from her clit, to her pussy, to her asshole; swinging her wet fucking parts around my face, making my tongue hit the spots she likes, using me. I feel her hands go to my cock, my balls. She’s jerkin’ me off slowly, building up the speed, nice and fuckin’ firm. I feel her mouth again, and I feel like I’ve fuckin’ died and gone to heaven, lyin’ there, unable to move a fuckin’ muscle, but getting sucked off so fuckin’ deeply, and at the same time savoring all the delicious juices that are dripping out of this bitch onto my face.

I’m nearly suffocatin’ under the bitch’s pussy, she’s grinding so hard and rough onto me, but I just want more. I can’t even see, I don’t know if my tongue is in her asshole or pussy, but they all taste so good I don’t care.

She takes my cock deep into her mouth, sucking hard and holding the pressure as she pulls off, from the balls to the tip. I can’t hold back any longer; the bitch has me. My whole body feels like it’s getting drained when I come, like she’s sucking my entire fuckin’ soul out. Just as I’m coming straight into the bitch’s hot mouth, she lets it go herself, and I feel the warm, thick juice of her come falling deep into the back of my throat. I gag, trying to swallow it down, and I can feel her doing the same, licking every drip of my come off the tip of my dick.

I feel the bitch roll off me, and hear her panting a few times before she gets up. Seconds later, I hear the rattle of chains as she unties me. I open my eyes and pull myself up, rubbing my wrists.

Bitch is standin’ there, but she’s not wearin’ my cut anymore. I’m about to fuckin’ lose my mind – trainin’ or not, nobody takes my cut except the fuckin’ club themselves, and even then they’ll have to fight for it. But when I see how she’s standin’ there, just lookin’ at the floor, too scared to make eye contact like some meek little fuckin’ lamb, I know Lilith’s already gone.