Read Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set Online
Authors: Sienna Valentine
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.
~
SIX ~
Madison watched the two
men arguing from where she stood at the bar, still paralyzed with indecision
about how to help. Before she could decide, though, she was relieved to see
Lurch step in, putting a hand on each man's chest and pushing them apart. More
angry words were exchanged before Magnum stormed away, heading towards the big
double doors to the VIP Lounge which he yanked open, disappearing inside.
As soon as
he was gone, another man emerged from the open door next to Dax. He was a much
smaller Asian man in a suit. Dax turned to him and said something, and then
the man went back into the room and Lurch followed, closing the door behind
them. Dax then started to walk over to the bar.
“Whiskey,”
he said to the bartender as soon as he was close enough for her to hear.
“Straight up and make it large.”
He pulled up
next to Madison and looked her in the eye for the first time since they’d left
the clubhouse. “You alright?”
“Yes, of
course. Why?”
“Mag said
he’d met you. He can be... unpredictable.”
“Oh. No, he
was fine. I didn’t speak to him long. Once he heard you were here he left.
What was that all about?”
“Club
business,” he said with a grunt. His drink arrived and he gulped the tall
glass down in one swallow, slamming the glass back on the bar loudly.
“Another.” The bartender hadn’t even had time to move away, so she just nodded
and took his empty glass back to refill.
“Your club
owns this place?”
“No. The
Jap owns it, we just have a vested interest. We’re here to collect on that
interest, which hasn’t been flowing as much as it should lately. Lurch is
handling it.”
“Oh.”
His new
drink arrived and he pounded that one back just as fast. He looked
meaningfully at the bartender and she shrugged, taking his glass back to refill
again.
“You shouldn’t
have come,” Dax said. “Things may get heated.”
“What’s
wrong?”
Dax didn’t
say anything. He just glowered at the big double doors behind which Magnum had
disappeared.
She decided
to try a different angle of questions. “Is Magnum the vice president of your
club?”
Dax just
nodded, but she could see his jaw tighten. His bald head was beaded with
sweat, although she wasn’t sure if it was from the heat inside the club or
something else.
“What are
you? I mean, what’s your role?” His patch had the letters SA on it, but she
wasn’t sure what that meant.
“Sergeant-at-Arms,”
he said flatly.
“What does
that mean, exactly?”
“I handle
security issues. Things that require a bit of force. Including collections,
like the one we’re on now, when we think there is the possibility of there
being some resistance.”
His new
drink arrived, and Madison was glad to see he didn’t throw this one back
immediately. He picked it up and just took a small swallow, then placed it
back on the counter. The bartender had been hanging around to see if she’d
need to get another but now she turned and went back to the other customers.
“So Lurch
came to help with that?”
Dax nodded.
“And Magnum
as well?”
This time he
shook his head and gave a grunt. “He shouldn’t be here. Mag is unstable, at
best. Just bad luck that he showed up.” The alcohol was loosening him up, so
Madison decided to try to press for more details while she had the chance.
“But he’s
vice president, how would he get that if he’s unstable?”
“Cuz our
president isn’t much better,” he spat. “We have some leadership issues in this
club.”
Madison was
silent for a moment, watching Dax. His teeth were still clenched, and his eyes
still focused on the big double doors as if he was waiting for Magnum to emerge
at any moment.
“What’s back
there?”
“Entertainment,”
he said simply.
“What kind?”
His focus
broke away and he looked at her, deciding what to say. He finally seemed to
come to a decision to tell her. “Girls. It’s a place where guys can go and
spend some of the money they win in the pits. Keeps some of our gambling
losses from walking out the front door.”
It made
sense, but she wasn’t completely clear. “By girls you mean...”
“Dancers,”
he said. “But for a little extra, the dance becomes a horizontal duet.”
Dax was
staring at her, watching for a reaction so Madison kept her face calm,
intentionally squelching her natural inclination to make a face. She wanted
Dax to see that she was tough, and these things wouldn’t phase her. Even when
they did.
I’ll get use to this lifestyle. I wanted to get in with this
crowd, and this is what they do. Stop being a baby, Madison! This is the way
the world works.
“Of course,”
was all she said. His eyes studied her face, looking into her eyes. She stared
back defiantly, unwilling to let him probe the truth out of her with just his
gaze this time. He finally nodded and took another sip of his drink.
The club was
getting busier now as the afternoon was wearing on. Madison looked down across
the bar at the people sitting there, drinking and chatting. The bartender was
talking to one gaunt looking young man with dark circles under his eyes. She
reached up and pressed something into his hand, and he handed her some bills.
As she took her hand away, Madison caught a glimpse of something white before
the man clenched his fist around his prize and turned away, hurrying off into
the crowd.
She suddenly
understood the bartender’s strange question from earlier. “The bar sells more
than drinks, I see. That another way the club turns gambling losses into
wins?” She raised an eyebrow at Dax who scowled back at her.
“That’s one
of Mag’s... innovations,” he spat. “If it were up to me, the club would not be
into drugs. Gambling and fucking are fair game in my opinion, but drugs take
us down a notch. I’d rather not be part of that.”
“So why
don’t you change it? Can’t you, I don’t know, bring it up at a meeting or
something?”
The big man
snorted at her. “If you ain’t the VP or the Prez, all you got is a vote, not a
voice, at our table. And even those don’t always count for shit. The problem
with this club is at the top – and things won’t change until the leadership
changes first.”
“Dax!”
Lurch’s deep
voice cut through the din of the crowd as he approached. Madison hadn’t
noticed him come out of the back room.
The men
stepped away from the bar and put their heads together as they spoke, too low
for Madison or anyone else to hear. Finally they stepped apart as Dax just
nodded. He returned to the bar.
“Things went
better than expected, sounds like we’ll get our money from the Jap after all
without having to force the issue. But I gotta go talk to Mag for a minute.”
“Can I
come? I want to see the back room.”
Prove that the idea of dancers and
hookers don’t intimidate me.
Dax stared
at her again and then finally gave a little half smile. “Fine, fuck. You’re a
tenacious little bitch, you know that?”
She decided
to take that as a compliment, and the word bitch as a term of endearment. She
smiled back and grabbed his muscled arm, giving it a tight squeeze. “But I’m
your tenacious little bitch,” she replied. Dax wrapped his hand around her
back and reached down to grab her ass, giving it a big squeeze before sliding
it around her waist. It felt comforting having it there. She moved her own
hand so it wrapped around his waist as well, and the two of them made their way
towards the double doors at the other end of the club.
As they
approached, the doors opened and a short, skinny man in an oversized sports
jacket came out, covered in smears of lipstick and a big smile plastered across
his face. He looked drunk, barely swerving out of their way as they slipped
through the doors before they closed.
The room
they entered now was dimly lit, and was just a long hallway that they had to
follow for a few feet until it turned left and opened into a big room. In the
center was a small stage adorned with a brass pole. There was already a girl
on stage, wearing only a frilly white thong and she was dancing circles around
the pole with one hand on it. She had small breasts, probably only a B cup,
but her face was pretty and she had long black hair that flung out behind her
as she danced. She smiled at the two of them as they arrived, but Madison
noticed her smile extended across to everyone else as she spun.
Dax was
looking around, but not seeing Magnum.
“Hi Dax
baby,” a woman appeared in front of them, blond hair and a tiny bikini top on
that barely covered her nipples with a matching bottom. Her hand snaked out
right in front of Madison and grabbed Dax’s jean covered cock as she greeted
him.
“Hi Bambi,”
Dax said, ignoring the hand on his crotch as if it were a normal way of
greeting someone. “You seen Magnum?”
Bambi’s hand
slid off of his crotch slowly, as if she was giving him a familiar stroke as
she nodded. “He’s in the back room, baby. Who’s your cute friend? She a new
dancer?”
Bambi’s gaze
was on Madison now, and she was eying her big tits appreciatively. “I’d love
to see her shake those titties!” Without warning the girl reached forward and
grabbed one of Madison’s tits through her shirt. She let out a gasp of
surprise and the dancer just laughed. “You’re gonna need a thicker skin that
than to work here, honey.” She gave the breast a good squeeze before letting
go.
“Nah, she’s
not a dancer,” Dax said as he started to walk away, pulling Madison by the arm
to follow.
“Pity,”
Bambi said as they departed. She winked at Madison. “If you want a private
dance, sugar, let me know. Dancing for girls is a sweet treat and one of my
specialties.”
Madison was
still in shock that the girl had grabbed her tits, she’d never been touched by
a girl before. She thought she’d be more disgusted, but it had honestly not
been too bad. In fact, she’d actually felt a bit of a tickle between her legs
when the girl’s hand was on her. It was probably just the strangeness of the
situation, and excitement of being with Dax in such a new environment. Her
blood had never pumped so hotly through her veins as it did now, spending time
with this biker.
Dax led
Madison around the stage and to the back of the room where there was another
door and a big man standing in front of it. He nodded at Dax as he approached.
“Magnum in
the champagne room?”
The bouncer
nodded and stepped aside. He reached down and grabbed the door, pulling it
open. Dax walked through, dragging Madison along behind him.
The lights
in the back room were even dimmer than the main strip club area, and it took a
minute for her eyes to adjust. At first, all she saw were shapes in the
corners, moving together as a big blob, but as her pupils dilated to
accommodate for the darkness, she realized that the shapes were bodies. Three
of them, it seemed like.
On what
looked like a dark couch along the wall, there was a girl on her back,
completely naked and kissing another girl who was also naked and pressed
tightly on top of her. Their breasts were mashed together, and the girl on top
hand had her hands against the wall above the other girl's head as they
kissed. Behind the girl on top was Magnum, naked as well, and pounding his
hips into the girl from behind with his own hands on tops of hers against the
wall for leverage. The girl on the bottom had her arms wrapped around both of
the bodies above her, and her nails were raking the back of Magnum as he thrust
into her friend.