The Bad Boys of Summer (62 page)

"The president gets to sample everything before he decides whether it's good enough for one of his men," he said, pushing her forward.

Madison crossed the barrier and walked into a large open room. Standing around were about ten other bikers, each clad in matching leather jackets and adorned with a variety of tattoos. Troy stood among them, a big smile on his face. Most of the other men were grinning as well, and each of them letting their eyes roam over her body, although most were focused mainly on her tits.

"And before the president decides to grant one of his men sole ownership of an ol' lady, he first lets all the other members have a turn so that no one misses out..."

"
Y
our turn
."

Madison stared ahead at the big bearded biker in front of her, who now stood naked wearing only his boots and black socks. She only knew him as Prez, and had only met him about five minutes ago after coming into the clubhouse with Dax, who himself she had only met a couple of hours ago. That didn't stop her from fucking him and sucking off Troy, but at least that had been her decision. She really had no interest in doing it again for the president of their club.

"Come on honey, show Prez them big titties of yours," he said. His pale green eyes were fixated on her chest, and his fingers were wiggling in anticipation of grabbing them. Prez looked to be in his late forties, his dark beard already showing streaks of grey. Madison could tell his body was once muscled, but at this point it seemed like he had let himself go, at least in the belly area. His gut hug over his flaccid penis, shadowing it in the dim light of his office. His body was heavily tattooed, but Madison's eyes were drawn to some text scrawled across his chest.
jus primae nocti.
It looked latin, but she had no idea what it meant.

Prez stepped forward, reaching up and grabbing one of her big breasts in his meaty hand. He gave it a firm squeeze. "Mmmmm," he growled. "Dax picked a winner this time."

Madison stepped back, out of his grasp, causing the big bearded biker to frown from beneath his whiskers. "Dax not explain things?" he growled. "You want to be with someone in the club, you gotta be with me, first. Jus primae nocti. I get to fuck all the new broads that the guys bring back here before they're allowed to be official ol' ladies. My club, my rules. If you don't like it, get the fuck out. Otherwise, lemme see those big beautiful tits already!" He laughed raucously, his belly shaking as he did so.

Madison couldn't believe the way this day had turned out. Although she'd only met Dax a couple of hours ago, she was already so drawn to him. Something about bikers in general just got her so wet. She just had to close her eyes and think about them, clad in their leather jackets, tattoos, attitudes, everything! Their whole demeanor just screamed MAN and made her completely overcome with desire.

Even the naked president in front of her, although he wasn't the most handsome of the bikers, certainly no Dax, exuded power. He controlled a room full of thugs, and even had the power to get them to hand over their women for him to fuck before he'd allow them to continue fucking them. There wasn't anything guys were more protective of than their women, in Madison's experience, and yet here he was able to command such obedience from them all. If they couldn't turn him down, how could she? She'd hate to have to leave so soon after finally getting to see a real motorcycle club house. Besides, she'd already sucked off Troy, and she wasn't too attracted to him, either.

With a shrug, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, freeing her D size breasts with a bounce. The biker's eyes lit up as he saw them and he stepped forward again, this time grabbing both of them at the same time. "That's right," he said with a lascivious smile.

Madison closed her eyes, trying to imagine Dax. His handsome face and strong arms filled her mind's eye, and she pictured his rough hands against her breasts instead of the ones that were groping her now.

She felt one of the hands slide down and grab hold of her jean shorts, yanking hard against the button that held them closed. Worried that he would rip it off completely, she quickly reached down with her own hands and replaced his, undoing them herself. As soon as they were loosened, the president of the Desperados yanked them to the floor, bending as he did so. With his face at the level of her crotch, he pressed his nose against her exposed sex and took in a deep breath.

"Fuck your cunt smells good," he said.

Madison shivered at that word. She'd always hated it, it was so vulgar. She pushed it from her mind and tried again to summon back images of Dax. She tried to picture his body, his muscles, his tattoos. Even the one across the back of his neck that said "Shit Happens". She gasped suddenly as she felt a wet tongue run along her slit. Prez let out another little moan as he stood up. "And you taste fantastic as well. Now let's see how good you can suck dick."

He lay a big hand on Madison's shoulder and pushed her down; forcing her to sink to her knees and confront the small cock that hid beneath his belly. She reached forward and grabbed his dick in her hand, giving it a couple of tugs. It immediately began to harden to a size that was easier to slide between her lips, especially since she had to navigate underneath his extended stomach. Opening her mouth, Madison slid his cock in and gave her tongue a few swirls before starting to bob up and down, her hand following along the trail of saliva she left behind.

Within three minutes, Prez was already grunting and putting his hand against her head, pushing her off. "Bend over my desk," he panted.

Madison did as she was told, bending forward until she felt his belly mass pressing against her ass and a little poke between her legs. The president grabbed her hips and then thrust forward, burying his full five inches into her pussy in one move. But he only got about three strokes in before he let out a loud grunt and she felt him explode inside of her, spraying her womb with his premature orgasm.

"Fuck yeah!" he said, leaning forward to put his hand on the desk next to Madison. His belly was resting on top of her ass and he was breathing heavily as his cock continued to spurt a couple more times before starting to shrivel and drop out. Madison kept her surprised face buried down against her arm, hiding her smile from the biker. She hadn't had a guy cum that fast since she was in high school, and it was all she could do to keep from laughing. Who knew how this guy would react to that.

Madison dressed and left the office. Prez stayed behind, collapsed on his couch and still catching his breath. As soon as she made her way back to the main room, she caught Dax's eye and he nodded at her, but then turned back to a conversation he was having with another biker. Madison was a little disappointed at his reaction. He didn't seem overly happy to see her, even though it was his idea that she go and satisfy the president in the first place.

She made her way over to him, ignoring some of the comments from the other bikers about the size of her tits or her firm ass as she went.

Dax continued to ignore her as she approached, his focus on the tall, gaunt looking biker in front of him. The man had to be over six feet tall, and had short brown hair that was cut over his dark, sunken eyes. She stood there, a foot away, staring at Dax until the man finally turned to look at her.

"What?" His eyes cold and grey as he regarded her.

Why was he being such a dick all of a sudden? "I did what you wanted, can we get out of here?"

"You don't see me talking here?" Dax said, his jaw clenched as he spoke through gritted teeth. "I have some business to take care of, why don't you just hang out here for a while until I get back."

Madison's mouth opened in shock that he would even suggest that. "Are you fucking kidding me, Dax? What the fuck-"

Dax grabbed her by the elbow and gave her a yank towards the door. "I'll be right back," he said over his shoulder to the tall biker.

He guided Madison out into the sunlight and slammed the door behind them. "You need to watch the way you talk to me, girl."

"Fuck you!" she spat back. "I did what you wanted, I fucked your president. What are you all pissy about?"

A look passed over Dax but it was quickly replaced with stony detachment again. "Who said that was what I
wanted
?"

Madison was incredulous. "What the fuck? You're the one that said I had to fuck your president and everyone else in this fucking club if I want to be with you. A bullshit set of rules if you ask me, but I did it. At least the first part. But if you're-"

"Listen," Dax growled, interrupting her again. "All I said was if you want to be an ol' lady here, there were certain things you needed to do - I didn't tell you to do it."

Madison wrung her hands. "I thought you wanted me... to be with me..."

Dax's steel eyes continued to bore into her. He was probably reading her soul again, as he seemed to have a knack for doing. Whatever he saw, his eyes softened slightly before he responded.

"Listen, Madison, you're a good kid. I just don't know if this life is for you, you know. It's not for everyone. You're still young, and this is a rough bunch. You don't want to get mixed up in this shit."

Madison blew an exasperated breath from her mouth, causing some hair that had fallen into her face to flutter away. She hated when someone tried to guess what she was capable of, make decisions for her based on what they thought they knew about her. Yes, she probably was in over her head but being here actually made her feel alive, and being with Dax was exciting. She hadn't ever felt this way in her normal boring life, and she wasn't interested in returning to that now. Not after having a taste of this, as small as it had been so far.

"Do you want me to leave?" she suddenly asked. She was scared to hear the answer, but she had to know.

Dax said nothing for a moment, and Madison could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the answer. She felt herself biting her lip and consciously stopped, unwilling to show her nerves or weakness in front of the powerful man.

"No," he said finally. "But I think you should."

"Are you telling me to?"

"No."

"Then I'm staying."

Dax shook his head slowly. "I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."

Madison let out a long shuddering breath. "But I have you to protect me, right?"

The biker laughed, shaking his head again. "This is a bad idea."

She walked forward, putting her arms around his waist and lifting herself up on her tip toes to give him a peck on the lips. He responded by pressing his lips against hers firmly, and the peck turned into something more. His arms wrapped around her as hers slid up his back. They kissed for another minute and then finally pulled apart.

"You have a lot to learn about the way things work around here."

"Teach me," she said.

He shook his head again, sighing. "Like I have time for that. Listen, I have to go on a run, to pick something up. That's why I told you to stay here. We can talk when I get back."

Madison's face dropped at the mention of her staying on her own in the clubhouse again. Especially after Dax had mentioned the whole bit about new girls being shared amongst the club members before they could get with someone permanently. It was bad enough fucking their leader, she really wasn't interested in being the focus of a gangbang while she waited for Dax's return. "Can't I come with you? I really don't want to stay here alone..."

"I'm sure there are some other girls in the house somewhere," Dax said.

"I don't know any of them."

The biker just looked at her with his grey eyes again. Whenever he did that, she couldn't look away. She'd get caught in their hypnotic stare and her knees would feel weak as he probed into her core. Finally he nodded. "Alright, fine, this time. We're just going to get something owed to us, it shouldn't be a big deal." He turned on his heel. "Come on back inside."

When they got back in, the main room had cleared out for the most part, leaving only the tall biker and two others talking in a corner. When he saw them return, he broke off and approached them.

"Madison, this here is Lurch," Dax said as the biker extended his hand. She shook it with a smile. His nickname seemed appropriate to his looks. He really did remind her of the tall butler from the Addams Family. Lurch nodded at her, his grip was firm.

"Lurch, Madison is coming with us. She'll ride with me."

Lurch raises his eyebrows at this.

"It'll be fine," Dax assured him.

"Your decision," Lurch said. His voice was deep and sonorous.

"That's right. So let's ride."

T
he sun was
hot and had heated the leather seat of the motorcycle, burning the insides of her thighs as she saddled up behind Dax. She really needed to get longer pants if she was going to be continuing to ride. She strapped the helmet over her head and wrapped her arms around Dax. His chest felt firm underneath her hands, and she breathed in the smell of his leather jacket as she lay her cheek against his back.
I can get use to this,
she thought.

The motor roared to life, and they took off. Slowly at first, as they made their way down the winding road of the hidden complex and then finally picking up speed as they got onto the freeway.

The sun was already beginning its descent in the west as they sped along, and Madison knew that by now she would have been ending her shift and heading back home if she'd stayed at her bartending job instead of quitting and leaving with Dax and Troy. Her parents were likely going to be wondering where she was, and she wasn’t sure what to tell them. They wouldn’t approve, of course, but they really didn’t have a choice. This was her life, and it was about time she took charge of it and stopped living up to their expectations.

Taking the job at the biker bar was the first step towards that, and just getting them to go along with that had been a hard enough battle to win. At the end of the day, though, she was an adult and they couldn’t really stop her. She suspected, though, that they had only really stopped fighting about it because they thought she would probably give up after a week or two. That she’d realize that she was wrong and they were right, as usual, and that this whole “biker thing” was just a phase that she would grow out of.

The truth was, she’d always had a thing for bikers, and it was actually her parents fault. One of her earliest memories were when her parents would take her to visit their friends, Don and Nancy Wallis. Madison had only been maybe nine or ten at the time, but the Wallis family had a girl of their own, Linda, who was the same age. Whenever they got together, they would shuffle the two girls off to play together while they did grown up things – mostly drink wine and play bridge.

Linda and Madison would play for a while, but they never really hit it off as well as their parents would have liked. Part of it was Madison’s fault, as she was far more interested in Linda’s older brother Rick. Rick was a lot older, at almost 18, and whenever he was around Madison would find a reason to sneak away from Linda and over to his room to see what he was up to.

She was totally crushing on him, and he really didn’t pay much attention at first. But whenever she was able to find a reason to get into his room, she would notice that his walls were covered in pictures of motorcycles, and his shelves filled with models and replicas of bikes.

After a while, Madison started to take an interest in bikes as well. At first, it was just a ploy to find a common interest with Rick and get him to notice her. In that respect, it worked. Eventually she would start talking to him about bikes, and once he realized he finally had someone who wanted to actually hear him drone on about his passion, he was enthusiastic about talking to her. He even let her try on the leather jacket he had spent his first paycheque on. She still remembered the warm smell of the leather, spiked with just a hint of eau du Rick.

But it never really went further than that. She was only ten, after all, and soon Rick had a girlfriend his own age and he was barely ever home anymore whenever her family came for a visit. Or if he was, he would be locked in his room with his girlfriend and Madison was no longer welcome.

It was disappointing, but although nothing ever happened between herself and Rick, she often thought about him over the years, and he was one of the first boys she ever fantasized about. Whenever she did, she would think about him in his leather jacket, both of them wrapped around her naked body and then him taking her on the back of the bike that he actually did end up getting. She’d seen him riding around on it, years later.

It was a fantasy that she had always kept to herself – hidden in the back of her mind. The high school she went to didn’t have anyone in it that rode a bike, and so consequently she never had an opportunity to ride one, much less date anyone that did. But once she started to watch shows like Sons of Anarchy, her old feelings had awoken within her again and she was finding it hard to push them back out of her head. And so she found herself a job where she was sure to cross paths with the men she so often daydreamed about, and she was finding it hard to believe that after only working there for a few days she was already riding around on the back of a bike with her arms wrapped around one of the hunky, tough members of the most renowned motorcycle club around.

They rode for another 20 minutes before both bikes pulled off the freeway and into a seedy part of town. A lot of the houses and buildings that they passed were boarded up, although Madison noticed that some of the boards looked as if they had been pried off and she was sure she saw faces peeking out of at least one as they rode past. They finally pulled up to a large warehouse that seemed to be in a better state then most of the surrounding buildings. There were no broken windows, although the windows that were there were more than 10 feet off the ground so she couldn’t see anything on the inside.

They pulled around to the back, and she was surprised to see a parking lot full of cars. And not just old beaters, either. She noted some BMW’s, Jaguars, and even couple of Porches. The big men pulled their bikes up alongside the back wall of the warehouse where there were already a few other Harleys parked. They got off and removed their helmets, so Madison followed suit.

“Where are we?” she asked, probably louder than she needed to be but she could barely hear herself over the ringing in her ears. They were numb from the roar of the engine she had been riding over. She hoped that was something she’d eventually get use to, and wondered whether bikers typically wore earplugs.

“At one of our clubs,” Dax said over his shoulder. He and Lurch started to walk without looking back, forcing Madison to quickly follow. “When we go in, I want you to stay at the bar. We have some business to take care of.” Dax hadn’t even looked to see if she was still keeping up with them.

They made their way around to the front entrance and there were two large men in leather jackets with Desperado patches on their breasts. They nodded at Dax and Lurch as they approached.

“Yamada is inside,” one of them said to Dax.

“Thanks, Thunder,” he replied.

“So is Magnum.”

“Shit, he is? What’s he doing here?”

“Girls,” Thunder said with a shrug. “What else? He doesn’t know about the situation. He just showed up an hour ago.”

Dax shook his head. “Fuck sakes. This may get more complicated if he gets involved.” He shook an accusatory look at Madison, as if blaming her for coming along once again. “Remember what I said. You stay at the bar.”

The other biker standing by the door grabbed it and pulled it open. Madison was immediately greeted with the sounds of music and voices from within. All three headed in and the door was shut behind them.

The inside of the warehouse was brightly lit, and packed with people. To the right of them was a large bar that spanned most of the length of the interior, but most of the people were concentrated around the center, standing in groups around various tables that were sunken a few steps lower into the floor. Every few seconds Madison would see and hear them groan or roar, punctuating their exuberance with fits of clapping, laughing and the occasionally pounding of fists.

“Are they gambling?” She’d never been to a casino before, but she’d seen enough of them on television and movies to recognize the dark wood and green felt, and the unmistakable clacking of chips as people threw them onto the tables or played with them in their hands. She even noticed the dark black domes dotting the ceiling which she knew held cameras that would watch the action closely for cheaters.

“Smart girl,” Dax said. “Wait at the bar.”

It was a casino, and she knew that gambling wasn’t legal in their state. This must be one of the ways the Desperado gang made their money.

Dax and Lurch headed down into the pits, pushing their way through the crowds, so Madison shrugged and did as she was told, heading over to the bar. The girl behind the counter smiled at her as she mixed a cocktail for another couple that were at the other end.

That was me a few hours ago
, Madison thought. The girl even had a similarly low cut top that accentuated her large breasts, but she was wearing tight fitted jeans instead of cut offs.

When the bartender approached, Madison just asked for some coke. The girl looked at her for a moment. “To drink?”

It was a strange question, but Madison just nodded and the girl turned to get a glass. Before she could give it much though, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder.

“Well, well, hello there pretty lady,” a deep and raspy voice said from behind her.

She turned to see an unfamiliar face smiling at her. The man wore a black skull cap despite being inside, and his beard was long but actually braided neatly into a thin rope beneath his chin. He wore the leather of a biker, with a Desperado patch that said VP on it.

“Oh, um, hello,” she said with a shy smile. She looked quickly around for Dax but he was nowhere in sight.

“Who brought such a dainty little flower into my dark little garden here, I wonder? Are you a player, or are you looking for something more ... exotic?”

Madison had no idea what the man was talking about. She just shook her head. “No, I... don’t play. I don’t gamble. That is, I never have...” She trailed off as the bikers hand slid down her arm and was now holding her hand, squeezing it gently. She considered pulling it away, but she thought that since he was a Desperado she was likely safe. “I’m here with Dax,” she said, answering his first question.

“Dax? Dax is here?” The man’s head whipped around, causing his thin beard to flop comically back and forth under his chin.

“Yes, somewhere, I’m not sure. He and Lurch said they had some business to take care of but-“

The man let go of her hand and spun around without another word, launching himself down into the pit and shoving people out of his way as he stormed through. Madison wondered whether she shouldn’t have mentioned Dax. She hoped she hadn’t gotten him into any trouble.

“Here you go.”

The bartender’s voice reminded her of her drink, and she turned back to take it. “Who was that?” she asked, tilting her head towards the pit as the biker continued to push his way through.

“That’s Magnum,” the bartender said. “One of the owners I think. He’s here a lot.” She looked Madison up and down and then added. “I’d stay away from that one, honey.” She then left to go and serve another customer at the other end of the bar.

Magnum? Seemed like everyone in this club had a nickname except Dax. Then again, she wasn’t even sure if Dax was his real name or a nickname as well. Although she couldn’t imagine what Dax would mean. Magnum, at least, was fairly obvious. That was probably his gun of choice or something.

She sipped on her drink and watched the crowd. None of the bikers were visible anymore. There were still large amounts of people concentrated on certain tables, but the biggest and loudest centered around a long rounded rectangular one where they were throwing dice around. She knew that was the craps table. She also identified other crowded tables where there were cards games, and even a roulette wheel. They seemed to have it all.

In the back corner were a bunch of tables set up where people were sitting and playing cards. She couldn’t tell for sure from this distance, but she guessed they were playing poker. Past the pit of people, there was a closed off area. One set of big double doors that said VIP Lounge above it, and then other single doors further down.

As she was looking at the doors, one of them burst open and Magnum emerged, looking angry. Shortly after, Dax and Lurch came out as well. The three men stood outside the room and were talking to each other. Even though she couldn’t hear what they were saying, she could tell the conversation was heated. Suddenly, Magnum pushed Dax up against the wall, pinning him there with his forearm. Madison’s heart started pounding in her chest and she stood up, unsure what to do.