The Bad Boys of Summer (72 page)

She gripped his dick hard as she pulled her head up, licking away all of the remnants of his orgasm as she continued to breath heavily. When he was finally clean, she pulled off of him and looked up at his face, giving him a big smile. He winked back at her and then pushed her away, quickly sliding off the chair and standing up to fix his pants.

"Thanks babe, that did the trick. Now get ready quickly, we've gotta get going."

T
hey both took
a quick shower together, the blowjob Dax had just received ensured that there was no hanky-panky, although both of them did end up with very clean private parts thanks to each other. They were on their way shortly after, Lurch and Dane already waiting for them when they arrived.

"Madison!" Trish walked over with open arms, giving her new friend a hug as the men spoke to each other quietly away from them. "How have you been?"

"I'm good," she said, as they broke their embrace.

Some banging came from the stairs, and the stringy frame of Troy came bounding down, followed by one of the girls that hung around the house, doing chores and occasionally sleeping with some of the unattached bikers. Trish had referred to them as house mamas. She was wearing Troy's jacket, and it didn't look like much else other than underwear. They both stopped at the foot of the stairs, surprised to see the others.

"Dax! What's going on, brother?" He turned to the girl and whispered something to her, she turned and he gave her a little swat on the ass as she started back up the stairs.

Dax greeted the man. "We're discussing our next move. Why don't you come along back with us. We could use the extra help on this." The four men then left the girls behind as they headed down the corridor leading to Dax's office.

Madison and Trish moved over to some chairs in the room and sat down to wait for the men. Other than them, the room was empty, although there had been a few bikes outside so others were probably around, probably upstairs.

"Have you spoken to your folks lately?"

She had told Trish about how her parents weren't happy at all with her choices, and Trish had confided back that her situation was similar. She was a few years older than Madison, but had gone through a lot of the same things when she first starting hanging out at the club. She said eventually she just stopped talking to them as she couldn't take the guilt. She wanted to live her life in a different way than what they had dreamed for her, but she was of the opinion that that was fine. Madison was as well, but it was still difficult to leave them behind completely. The wounds were still fresh.

"I had to start blocking their calls," she said.

"Been there," she put her hand on Madison's knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "It's your life hon, if this place makes you happy, excites you like it does me, then you're doing the right thing. Can you imagine going back to having a curfew and spending your Saturday nights watching reruns of Sons of Anarchy, instead of being here and actually living it?"

Madison smiled at the reference, but the older woman was right. There was no going back for her. She couldn't even imagine that life anymore, and it hadn't even been a week since she left it behind. So much had happened since then. So much had changed for her. But her parents were still stuck in the past. Her past. They just didn't see it. She was done with living it safe.

"Anyway, I don't even want to think about them anymore. How are things with you?"

"Great, things-"

The front door to the club banged open and Guts and Courtney came in. Neither of them looked particularly happy, although from what Madison had seen of them in the past, that was their usual demeanor. She wondered if Guts had been made VP after all, whether he would even have cracked a smile on hearing the news.

"Look who it is? The whore that's trying to sleep her way to the top and her bitchy friend who's trying to tag along for the ride." Courtney's mouth was as filthy as her clothes. It looked like she had worn the same ones for at least a week.

"Who the fuck-" Madison started to respond but stopped as Trish squeezed her knee in warning.

"Don't bother," she whispered. "You don't want to start something now. Too much is going on."

She was right, of course. Dane must have filled her in on things just as Dax had for her. Still though, she found it very difficult to hold her tongue.

"Nothing to say for yourself, whore? I guess when you know something is true, there's not much left to say, right?"

Madison's blood was starting to boil, but Trish's fingers digging into her knee keep her focused and she bit her tongue.

"Come on," Guts said to Courtney, pulling her by the hand and starting down the hallway, likely heading to talk to the Prez. Courtney followed, giving the girls the finger as she went. Madison responded in kind.

"Fuck that bitch," she said when they were out of sight.

"I know," Trish said, finally relaxing her grip on her knee but not removing her hand completely. "She's always been that way, but worse now that Guts got passed over. Before the vote, she was always talking to the other girls like she was better than everyone because Guts had the president's ear. She always acted like it was just a matter of time before he became VP. I think when the opportunity finally arose and he didn't get it, she was embarrassed and now is lashing out at you in particular, like it's your fault."

"I guess," Madison said. She was still angry, though.

"Don't let it get to you. She really isn't worth it."

Madison said nothing, just sat their stewing. She hated not being able to put that tramp in her place. She had a few choice words for her, but she may have said something that she'd regret. Or worse, something that Dax would have regretted. She already walked a thin line yesterday, she really didn't need to make him angry again so soon.

They sat there quietly for a few minutes. Finally, she decided to see if Trish knew anything more about the plan, since she seemed to know what happened yesterday. "I guess Dane filled you in about last night," she started.

Trish nodded. "Guts is an asshole, too. He and Courtney deserve each other."

"What do you think they're going to do? It sounded like Dax is running out of other clubs to send the drugs to."

"Dane said that he mentioned the Triad last night."

"Who are they? Another biker club? I've never heard of them."

"No. The triad are a Chinese gang. Basically the Chinese mafia. They're very big around here. Make all the MCs look like high school glee clubs."

"Really? What are they into?"

"Everything. Guns, drugs, prostitution, counterfeiting, extortion, smuggling, you name it. They're bad news."

"Wait, you said drugs? If they're already into drugs, how would they be a good solution for taking over the Mexican distribution?"

"I was wondering the same thing. From what Dane said, they currently don't have a relationship with the Mexicans. They get all of their drugs from Southeast Asia, bringing it over on ships. Apparently that has caused some supply issues in the past. Dane said that he and Dax thought that if they had a more local source, it may help ensure they don't have any holes in their supply calendar. And even if they just took enough to do that, they would be taking far more than the Desperados could ever move."

"Oh," said Madison. "Is it safe for Dax to approach them?"

"They already have a relationship that Dane said is pretty agreeable. They currently supply the club with all of their guns, among other services, when needed. As the former Sergeant-at-Arms, Dax had been their main contact at the club and that is now transitioning to Dane. Between the two of them, they think they can probably broker a deal with the Mexicans."

"That would be fantastic!"

"Yep. If it works. These things are always dicey, with so many things that could go wrong, as you saw last night. I think the plan is to keep it on the down low for now. That's why it was only the three of them, I guess four if they're bringing in Troy. But they definitely aren't telling Guts or the Prez. Not until the deal is done and it's too late to screw it up, anyway."

"Good idea." Madison was quiet again. Dane obviously trusted Trish a lot more than Dax trusted her, since she got far more information out of her man that Madison had from Dax this morning. Of course, they had been together far longer, and Madison had just pissed him off the night before by almost screwing up the original deal. It was probably a good thing, for her at least, that Guts had gone and made things even worse. That seemed to distract Dax from his anger at her and focus it on him, instead. Then again, if Guts hadn't screwed it up, the club would have gotten out of drugs and Dax would have been happy. That probably would have made him just as forgiving. That would have probably been a better outcome than dealing with the Triad, from the sounds of it.

The two women sat for a while longer, chatting quietly between themselves before the men finally emerged. They both got up and walked across the room to great them.

"We've got a meeting to get to," Dax said after a quick kiss.

"With the Triad?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry," Dane said, "I have a feeling that was Trish's big mouth. Or maybe mine, for telling her in the first place." He shot a glare at Trish.

Dax laughed. "It's all good. It saves me having to explain it. So yes, we have a meeting with the Triad. Guys I've dealt with in the past. It works out well in that we were supposed to schedule something with them anyway to hand over duties between myself and Dane. That means we won't draw suspicion from the Prez, Guts, or anyone else they have working for them. We're going to keep the group small and tight for now, and just close this shit down as fast as possible."

"Okay," Madison said, giving him another kiss.

"We should be back in a couple of hours," he said. The four men exited the clubhouse, leaving the girls alone once more.

"Let's wait for them in Dax's office," Madison suggested. She had no interest in hanging out in the main club room again, and subjecting herself to another flurry of vitriol from Courtney if the girl reappeared.

After they were safely behind Dax's door and sitting comfortably on the couch, Madison turned to Trish. "Something else happened last night that I bet Dane didn't tell you about."

Trish raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Do tell!"

Madison bit her lip, unsure how much detail to go in. One the one hand, she was still embarrassed about the whole thing, but on the other she was dying to tell her new friend. The experience had been so hot, and so exciting. She knew Trish would appreciate it, if anyone did. She certainly couldn't tell any of her old friends from home. She hadn't spoken to any of them in days anyway. They had all been part of her old life, and none had been that close. She was fine leaving them behind as she moved on, but she knew she needed a new confidante.

"Well, you have to promise not to tell anyone. I mean, there were enough people there that it might get out anyway, but, well..."

"Of course I won't, just tell me!"

So Madison launched into the details of what had happened at the club. From how she burst into the back room, almost ruining the whole meeting, to going up on stage and having her pussy eaten by a stripper she had never seen before while Bambi had sucked on her nipples. She decided not to leave anything out.

By the time she was done, Trish was just staring at her with wide eyes. "You have to be fucking kidding me," she finally said.

Madison shook her head. She was biting her lip again, this time worried about how her friend would react. She hadn't said a word since she started and now she wasn't sure it was a good idea to tell her since she was acting so shocked.

Finally, Trish burst out laughing. "Shit Madison, you might be a hot mama, but boy do you have some balls on you! I would have loved to see the look on Dax's face as he watched Cleo going down on you! That must have been priceless!"

Finally, Madison exhaled a breath she hadn't even known she'd been holding, relieved at her friend's reaction. She laughed as well. "He was shocked, that's for sure."

"And I bet he gave you the fucking of your life when you guys got home!"

"Well, he was pretty mad at me, actually. I did almost screw everything up. But actually, I guess he did still fuck me hard that night. Although it was sort of an angry fuck."

"Haha, of course. He was mad at you, but not mad enough to ignore the fact that he was turned on as hell from watching you get it on with those girls! Typical man!"

They both burst out laughing anew. She was right, of course. That would explain the over the counter hard fuck that Dax had delivered to her pussy when they got back to his apartment.

As they laughed, she noticed that Trish slid a bit closer to her on the couch, and her hand had dropped down to touch her knee again, even though she no longer had a reason to squeeze it. Madison said nothing about it, happy to have her friend closer.

"Apparently Bambi told Dax that night that she was upset that she didn't get to be my lesbian cherry popper. Did I ever tell you about the first time I met her? She grabbed my boob. I didn't even know her. She thought I was a new stripper, but who does that?"

"Hmmm. Are you forgetting the first time I met you?" asked Trish. "If I recall, I did the same thing."

"Shit yeah! I did forget!" Madison laughed loudly, throwing her head back. "What the hell. Why is everyone so fixated on my tits around here?"

M
adison was still smiling
to herself as she recalled her first meeting with her friend, when Trish suddenly looked down at her chest and then reached out, grabbing one of them once again. "I'll tell you why everyone loves these," she said. "Because they're real, and they're fabulous! Seriously, who could resist them? You'd have to be dead not to want to reach out and give them a squeeze."

Madison burst out laughing again, finding the whole situation absurd. She arched her back, playing along. "Okay fine then. Have at them. Get it out of your system!"

Trish flashed a grin. "Mmm, don't send out invitations for a party you don't want to have."

"I'm serious, go ahead. Do your worst!" she giggled.

"Okay then," Trish said, still smiling. She immediately lifted her other hand and placed it on Madison's other breast, now holding both of them firmly through her shirt. She started to massage them, squeezing them firmly and making sure her palms rubbed against the hardening nipples underneath.

Madison closed her eyes, surprised that her nipples were responding so quickly. It did feel good, but they were just joking around, weren't they?

After at least a minute of Trish's fondling getting more and more aggressive, she finally dropped her hands and Madison thought she was done. She couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed, since it was actually starting to feel quite nice. But it was probably a good idea that Trish stopped before things got out of hand.

Even before she had a chance to open her eyes and say anything, though, she felt the hands that had just left her breasts at the hem of her shirt, and then quickly slipping underneath them and back up again. Before she knew it, the hands were back on her chest, but this time massaging her bare tits directly. She gasped and her eyes snapped open. Trish was still smiling, but also had her tongue slightly out, her lips wet.

"I told you to watch out what you were asking for," she said. Her hands were sliding around Madison's bare skin now, tweaking her nipples gently with each rotation. The mild pleasure she had been experiencing earlier when it was above her shirt had now become even more intense and despite the fact that she was in shock at what her friend was doing, she definitely wasn't about to tell her to stop. She could feel a familiar warmth starting to grow between her legs, and she licked her own lips as she stared at Trish's mouth.

How far were they willing to take this game? Would this be considered cheating on Dax? He didn't seem to mind last night when she had done much worse on stage, but that was a different situation. And he had been there to witness it. Now that he wasn't around, this may be more of a problem for him.

"Do you like that?" Trish asked softly, Madison's eyes still trained on her lips as she spoke, watching them move, watching her tongue between them as she quickly moistened them again.

"Yes," she said. Should she tell her to stop? She was having trouble concentrating. Would Dax really mind after all? He'd never know anyway, and it's not like she's sucking another cock. That he'd definitely have a problem with, wouldn't he? She recalled how he and Troy had double teamed her the first night they met, Dax fucking her even as Troy's skinny dick was between her lips. That was different, though. They weren't together then.

Suddenly she was aware of Trish leaning closer, the lips that she was focusing on now mere inches from her own. They looked so full. So red. So delicious.

Without thinking, she leaned the rest of the way and met her in a kiss. It was quick, at first. Her lips only brushed against Trish's and then she pulled back slightly, but only for a moment. Then she leaned forward again, this time with more confidence. Their lips pressed hard against each other's this time, and she immediately felt the other girl's mouth open, her tongue pushing against Madison's mouth until she opened up to let it in.

As the two girls began to lick and taste each other, the hands on her breasts never slowed their erotic manipulations. Her own hands sat by her sides, but they started to feel useless there. Selfish, even. Slowly she raised them up, sliding them between Trish's arms and placing them on the other woman's breasts. It was the first pair of tits she had ever felt, other than her own. She marvelled at the differences, unable to help comparing them. They were smaller, for sure, but not by a huge margin. And her nipples were no less erect. They pressed forward against her palms like little pebbles as she squeezed the other woman through her shirt.

Emboldened now, she lowered her hand and put it underneath Trish's shirt, slowly dragging them against her tight stomach until she felt the familiar swell of her breasts. Trish wasn't wearing a bra either, which seemed typical of biker girlfriends. She ran her fingers softly and slowly along the circumference of the globes, causing Trish to shiver against her hands. She could feel her friend start to breath heavier into her mouth, and her tongue started to seem more distracted. Finally, she felt like she had teased them both enough and let her palms close down on the other girl's chest, each one taking a full handful of flesh and squeezing gently. She closed her fingers and pulled back until she had a hold of Trish's nipples, and then squeezed those as well. First gently, but then harder until the girl gasped into her mouth, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

Suddenly, Trish started to exert pressure as she pushed her backwards and she let herself go until she was on her back, with Trish on top of her. She let her legs fall open and her friend moved between them, her thigh pressed against Madison's warmth. As they continued to kiss, Trish started to move her leg back and forth, rubbing against her pussy and starting to cause the front of her pants to become very wet. Now it was Madison's turn to moan, and this caused Trish to push even harder against her in response.

Both women hadn't stopped squeezing each other's breasts, their lips hadn't broken for an instant. Now, though, Madison felt Trish's hand start to slide down her body, fingertips lightly tickling her flesh as they skimmed along the surface. When she got to her pants, she flattened them against her stomach and then pushed forward, down into the depths of her panties until she grazed along her already swollen clit.

"Oh!" Madison said in surprise. She could feel Trish smiling as they continued to kiss, and the girl on top of her let one finger slide down, past her sensitive nub and into the wetness below. For the second time in as many days, her pussy was being touched by another woman. It still felt wrong not having Dax around, but her mind was becoming less and less preoccupied with that detail. She felt the growing pleasure clouding her judgement.

Trish pushed one finger deep into her and then let it slide slickly out, coated with her cum. When she pushed back in, she added another finger and Madison squealed in pleasure. Trish's lips wrapped around Madison's tongue, giving it a good suck as she pushed deeper into her pussy. She then pulled her mouth away and started to move down her body, pulling her hand out of Madison's pants as she did so, but then grabbing hold of the front of them with both hands and pulling them opened.

Trish's mouth began to lightly bite her nipples through her shirt as her head got close enough to her chest. Madison could feel the fabric covering them get wet with saliva, making them feel cool whenever Trish's hot mouth released its hold. She had to lift her hips slightly as Trish worked her pants and underwear down her legs. Her nipples were released as the woman continued her descent, finally pulling her bottoms off of her feet completely and then pressing against her inner thighs with her hands. Madison obliged her unspoken request by spreading her legs, letting her pussy fall open in front of her friend's admiring eyes.

Trish stared at the prize she had just uncovered for a moment before quickly looking up at Madison. "Bambi's going to be so mad she didn't get round two, either," she said, flashing a quick grin before lowering herself down between Madison's legs.

Madison just giggled. "I'm starting to feel like she'll get her turn regardless - everyone else seems to be!"

Her laughter cut short with a quick inhalation as Trish planted a wet kiss right across her lower lips, letting her tongue slowly drag along them and then up to her clit, giving it a wet little circle and then capping it, too, with a kiss. "Oh my god, Trish," she said.

Her friend said nothing more, using her mouth instead to continue to plant little teasing kisses up and down her sex. The fingers of one of her hands slid along her inner thigh and then pressed into her. The other hand now did the same thing, and then they retreated, pulling her lips open until she could feel hot breath against her insides.

Madison was holding her own breath now in anticipation, waiting for Trish to finally start touching her with her tongue again. She didn't have to wait long, finally able to exhale as she felt the warm wetness connect with her own warm and wet pussy. She resisted the urge to squeeze her knees together like she had last night, opting instead to keeping them open as wide as possible, giving her friend as much access as she wanted to her innermost folds.

Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the soft cushions of the couch, Madison concentrated on the pleasure between her legs. The tension in her body was building towards a powerful climax, and she wanted to cut out any other stimuli that may distract her from it. Trish's fingers worked in and out of her pussy as her tongue lashed against her swollen nerve bundle, the wetness from her saliva and Madison's cum providing plenty of lubrication for everything.

Within a few minutes, she could feel her body start to hum with anticipation, the tension had built to a crescendo that was about to come crashing forth. She pushed her fingers through Trish's hair, squeezing them into fists. "Don't stop," she panted. "I'm gonna cum oh my god don't fucking stop!"

Trish's tongue started to lick faster now, her fingers moving faster as well, curling up within Madison to stimulate her g spot directly. It was enough that she couldn't hold out any longer. She pushed hard against Trish's head, mashing her mouth against her pussy as she let out a groan that she tried hard to keep from becoming a piercing scream that would cut through the club house. "Fuckkkkk!" Trish continued to lick as an orgasm ripped through her body, making her convulse against the couch as her pussy pushed up and down into her friends face.

She finally pulled Trish back when she was done, but instead of moving her off completely, she urged her to climb back up her body. When they were face to face again, she kissed the other woman hard, letting her tongue run past her lips and tasting herself in her friend's mouth. She pulled her mouth off quickly, though, as she was still catching her breath.

"That was fucking amazing," she panted.

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you," Trish admitted. "You taste as wonderful as I imagined."

Madison kissed her again, and then pushed her to the side, toward the back of the couch and off of her body, taking a position on top. "It's your turn, now," she said.

Trish raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You don't have to-" Madison cut her off with a kiss, one hand grasping the bottom of Trish's shirt as she pulled it up, exposing her breasts.

"Shh, I want to," she said simply. This was the second time a girl had gone down on her and she loved it both times. But both times she had done nothing in return. She didn't really know Cleo, so that didn't bother her, but Trish was becoming special to her and she was anxious to return the favor. She'd never done it before, but the thought of licking the other girl's pussy was becoming curiously erotic in her mind.

She pulled the shirt up and off of Trish, leaving the girl topless underneath her. Madison still had her top on, but she now pulled it off so that she was completely nude. She wanted to feel her friend's body against her own. Her big tits hung down, and she let them dip until they pressed against Trish's, their nipples lightly tickling each other. Lifting her head up she gave another quick kiss and then started to move down, letting her nipples drag against Trish's hot skin, turning her on despite the orgasm that had just drained her.

When her mouth reached the nipples below, she quickly pulled one between her lips, giving it a hard suck and then an exploratory lick. The feeling under her tongue was strange, yet very pleasurable. She licked again, excited that Trish responded with a little sigh as her nipples hardened. Taking a cue from Trish's turn, she dropped her hands down and undid the girl's pants while she focused her mouth on her breasts, only breaking away when she could finally start to work the pants down her legs.

Only once she pulled them off completely did she come back up to Trish's waist, finally looking at the girl's neatly trimmed bush. She bent down, kissing Trish's pubes and breathing in the musky aroma of her sex. It was an aroma that while unique to Madison's nose, was also comfortably familiar. She slowly pushed her hands between Trish's thighs, urging them to spread. Once they did, she gazed down at her labia, slightly engorged and already glistening with wetness.

It's now or never
, she thought. Steeling her courage, she lowered her head again and stuck her tongue out tentatively, lightly licking up some of the wetness that was dripping from Trish's pussy and savoring it in her mouth. She was surprised that the taste was very pleasing to her, and just the mere thought of what she had just done made her own pussy start to tingle again. Without pause, she dipped her head down again and took a bigger lick, this time running her tongue up from the bottom of Trish's lips all the way up to her clit.

When she got to that part, she paused, unsure what to do. She didn't know how hard to press, or whether to suck it, or lick it, or bite it. So she kissed it lightly at first and was answered by a little moan of appreciation and a wiggle of the hips. Feeling more confident, she gave it an even bigger kiss, trying to recall what Trish had done to her. That was the trick, just remembering the sensations that others had done to her pussy and then trying to mimic what she thought would cause them. She kissed it with an open mouth, then gave it a little lick, then a suck. Trish responded to all of them, grinding her hips and letting out little cooing sounds.