Ride Me Away (8 page)

I stroked the length of his cock as I looked up at him, watching as his face contorted with pleasure. His groans were coming on strong as I expressed my need for him.

His legs began trembling, and a moment later, ribbons of salty pleasure filled my mouth. I swallowed the tremendous load that he gave to me, leaving him empty. He let out one final sigh as I let his cock go.

We put our clothes back on and Jag unrolled the blanket. He held me as he covered the two of us, and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a couple hours later, still in Jag’s arms. He was out cold, and it took more than a simple nudge to wake him up.

It was pitch black outside as we walked back to the road. I hoped Jag knew where he was going, because I was totally lost.

He drove me back home and gave me another kiss before leaving me at the door to my apartment building.

I went upstairs to think things through. The agency wouldn’t like an agent getting involved so deeply in a case, but I assured myself that there was still no need for them to be aware of the matter. I had been on hundreds of cases before and never let anything get in the way of justice.

I was wrong. I was lost. I'd deviated too far from my plans. I had fucked a suspect.

The next week was spent avoiding everything motorcycle-related. I parked my bike in the back and didn’t so much as look at it. I walked everywhere I needed to go, instead.

Things started to catch up to me when I realized what day of the month it was. It was already the fifteenth, and I had nothing new that I could report to Jackson.

I decided to take a deeper look into Club X. If I found something there, it could buy me some more time.

That night, I had another shift there. I had been watching Max’s habits long enough now to know when the perfect time to strike would be.

When I got to work that evening, business was the same as usual. Ryan was behind the bar and the three laughing men were at their table. That sight was getting old, and fast.

“Hey, Kim, can I talk with you for a moment?” Ryan said as I approached the bar.

“What is it?”

“Well, I was thinking… about, you know… you and I.”

Oh, boy.
This wasn’t the first time I’d heard these words come out of a guy’s mouth.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked me.

I hadn’t slept with Ryan since the time under the bridge with Jag. I no longer wanted to, or thought it was a wise decision.

“No,” I replied.

“Then what is it? I don’t get it. What happened?”

Well, I stopped fucking you because I’m not naïve enough to fuck someone behind a biker’s back.

“I dunno. Guess I just haven’t been up for it.”

“Are you free tonight?”

Come on, man, get the hint already!

“No.”

I left him at the bar and walked into the back.

“I’m here, boss.”

“Good. Keep an eye on Ryan, will yah? He’s been acting weird ever since I hired you.”

“You don’t say…”

I spent the next couple hours behind the bar with Ryan. We didn’t interact too much outside of work-related tasks.

Then I saw my cue. Max headed into the bathroom. I took a quick look at the clock. Nine-fifty-eight. If he wasn’t out within a minute, it meant he was staying in there for at least fifteen. That man had a problem he needed to fix.

Nine-fifty-nine. I waited patiently and gave him another minute just to be safe. Ten-o’-clock.

“I’m going to take my break. Think you can handle things?” I asked Ryan.

“Pretty sure.”

“Good. I’ll be back in fifteen.”

I headed into the employee area and walked right past the break room, straight to the back where Max had his office. I left the door open behind me. If someone were to catch me, a closed door was a sign that something wasn’t right. I just had to make sure I’d keep quiet enough to hear anyone coming down the hall.

The first place I looked was the drawer where I saw him stash his cash. Sure enough, there were hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in there. That amount of money alone wasn’t enough proof to put someone away, but it was a damn good sign that something was amiss.

I kept rummaging through the things on his desk and in the other drawer. Glancing over at the clock, it read ten-fourteen. Max always set his clock ten minutes fast, I still had time.

My heart began pounding harder in my chest the longer I stayed. Then I opened the next drawer, and
bingo
. He had five little bags of coke stashed in there. These were clearly for resale.

I continued digging through papers, searching for anything else. Time was running out. I only had five minutes before I had to get the hell out of there.

What an idiot!
I grabbed another stack of papers.
He’s leaving a paper trail!
I couldn’t believe it. He had everything recorded: how many grams he sold each day; how much money it was bringing in;
everything
.

I looked back at the clock. Ten-twenty-five.
Shit!
I quickly put the papers back in their original location.

The sound of the jazz music got louder as the door to the back opened up. I panicked momentarily. Someone was on their way back here.

Remembering my training, I tried to remain calm. I took Max’s seat behind his desk.

“What are you doing?” Max asked as he turned the corner into his office.

“Sit down. We need to have a talk,” I responded sternly.

“Why are you in my chair?”

“I’m just kidding,” I laughed. “I just wanted to see what it was like to be the boss.”

“Get back to work, Kim,” he said, pointing to the door.

I got up and left, high on the adrenaline rush. Max shook his head as I passed by him with a big grin on my face. He had no idea.

When I got back out to the bar, Jag was waiting for me.

“Jag?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Time to go, darling.”

I took a look over at Ryan. He leaned back against the back counter and folded his arms with a look of disappointment.

“My shift isn’t over yet, I can’t leave yet.”

“That’s not important. We need you now.”

He came up to me and grabbed my hand before towing me away. Clearly, “no” was not an acceptable answer.

Jag took me directly to the Satan’s Saviors’ clubhouse. When we got there, I was greeted by the sisters. They all stood outside in a line just as the men had. Jag got off the bike and went inside without saying a word.

“Come, darling,” said Jessica.

The girls led me inside and to the back.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“You’ll see.”

“You’re a lucky girl, Kim,” Robyn spoke up from behind me.

They took me into a room that appeared to be straight out of the 70s. It was exactly like the backstage makeup rooms I’d seen on TV: a large mirror with big white light bulbs surrounding it in front of a barber’s chair.

I took a seat and the work began. The girls each took their turns putting a different type of makeup on me while they curled my hair. I came out looking like a total whore, and it worried me.

“Put this on,” Jess said as she held out a skimpy black leather skirt and top.

I took the outfit from her and waited, expecting the girls to leave the room.

“Well? Come on now, we don’t have all day,” one of the other druggies spoke up from the back.

I looked at Jess and she gave a nod. They expected me to strip to the nude in front of them. I took off my clothes and set them down over the back of the chair.

“Panties too, darling.”

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it.”

I took off my panties and stood there, completely naked as I grabbed the skirt. It barely covered anything, I felt like my ass was hanging out the bottom for all to see.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes, now cover those sexy tits of yours.”

I grabbed the top they had given me and put it on too. Looking in the mirror, I could only hope that they didn’t plan to put me out on a street corner tonight.

“Come on, it’s time.”

“Okay, you really have to tell me what’s going on now. I can’t go out there looking like this.”

“Jag’s claiming you.”

“He’s what?”

“You’re a lucky girl,” Robyn repeated, stepping in front of me.

“Yeah, almost all of us tried to have him claim us. But he’s never claimed anyone,” Jess said.

The girls began walking again, leading me out to the back where the barbeque had been. There we found each and every member of the Satan’s Saviors motorcycle club waiting for us, along with their motorcycles.

Jag was away from the crowd that lined the fence. His bike was parked in the middle of the yard, and he stood beside it.

The sisters pushed me forward, causing me to stumble and regain my footing.

“Come here,” Jag said.

I felt a bit nervous with all eyes on me as I slowly made my way to the middle of the yard. When I got to him, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his bike. He slapped my bare ass with a firm spank that sounded like a thunderclap rising above the crowd. My pussy began to drip almost instantly as I squealed in a mixture of pain and delight.

The sound of his belt buckle clanging came next, then his pants hitting the ground.

Shivers crawled up my spine as I realized what was coming.

He grabbed onto my hips with both hands and let out a primal yell as his cock sunk deep into my cunt. Jag began thrusting hard, ramming his hips against my backside as fast as he possibly could.

My whole body bounced with each thrust, and my breasts were jiggling uncontrollably on the other side of his bike. I had never felt so used and violated in my entire life, but never before had I felt so liberated and free at the same time.

Being watched by the entire club as I allowed myself to be used had my pussy begging for more. My right tit began bouncing out of the top, and soon both of them were free from the skimpy clothing I had been forced to wear.

The men cheered as I screamed with pleasure, digging my nails into the seat of Jag’s bike.

Jag pulled himself out, and almost instantly, thick streams of his gooey mess coated my entire ass. I could hear him groaning as I laid on his bike, even after he had finished with me. I was confused by all of the mixed emotions that were fluttering through my head and body.