Undercover MC (3 page)

I reached down and awkwardly worked my shorts down off my hips. My legs straightened only for a moment while I kicked them free of the clothing, and then my wet pussy was able to come down and grind directly against the thick shaft I had been sucking mere moments before. Both of us moaned at the feeling of flesh on flesh, a slick meeting of bodies that yearned for each other.

One small adjustment and I was sliding down on top of him, welcoming him inside of me while my body lay on top of him. I kissed him fiercely as I worked my hips, striving to take him all of the way in. The pleasant thickness of him filled me, and I reveled in the feeling of it as my body celebrated being able to stake its claim on this handsome hunk of man.

I rose up on top of him, breaking the kiss. The tiny shirt and bra came off and I proudly displayed my tits in the moonlight as I rode. Those dark eyes glinted in the pale light as he took in my body, bare, on top of him in the ultimate position of powerful woman. The hands that I had first seen and desired ran up my sides and cupped my breasts, adding to the perfection of our joining.

Jed’s hips began to buck underneath me as he tried to quicken the pace, but I put one hand on his chest and the other beside his face as I stared into his eyes and shook my head. “Don’t. This is my time. Just lay back.”

I knew his strength was such that he could have easily lifted me up and fucked me as hard as he wanted, but he subsided and allowed me to treat him to a show as I worked.

I wonder if he’s ever had a woman take total control before.
That was the key to worming your way into a man’s life and having him confide in you. Give him something he’s never had before. Something he never even knew was possible.

All of my experience and skill at riding men came into play as I tried my hardest to give Jed the most memorable fuck of his life to date. I reached behind me with one hand and tugged gently on his balls while I leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Do you like how my hot cunt feels on your big cock? Can you feel how wet you make me?”

In my experience, the filthier you talked, the higher the likelihood of catching the man by surprise and blowing his mind. My mouth continued on, motoring away, pouring filth out as I started to slam myself down on top of him harder and harder.

The moment that his barrier burst was one of sweet success, because it meant that I could stop trying to hold back and I gave myself into an orgasm immeasurably deeper than the one that I’d had earlier in the night. Slapping sounds filled the darkness as I rocked my ass up and down on top of his shaft, pushing us both off the deep end and into ecstasy.

He spurted deep inside of me, bathing my insides with my sweet reward. My pace slowed down and stopped, and I lay on top of Jed’s chest, panting, shuddering as great sweeps of pleasure coursed through my veins. My muscles milked him inside of me as we lay together, and his arms came up around me and held me tight.

“Wow.” His voice contained shock, wonder, and awe. “That was the hardest I think I’ve ever come in my life.”

“Good,” I said. “That was the goal. It was not too shabby for me, either.”

It was a massive understatement, but my pride wouldn’t let me get all gushy. With my mind cleared a bit from the orgasm, I was able to think more clearly about what I had done and the path forward.
I am definitely not mentioning this to Arnold.
My boss would not appreciate the fact that I slept with Jed on the first night of my mission and especially that I didn’t get any real information to show from it except a random road in the middle of nowhere that missed getting put on a map.

I folded my arms across Jed’s chest and rested my chin on them so that I could look down on his face. His eyes searched mine intently, as though he were looking for something in particular.

“So, do I get the job?”

It was clear from the way his face crinkled in puzzlement that he hadn’t expected me to say that. “You mean the bartending gig? I think you earned it, if you want it.”

I smiled, trying to keep it soft and sensual. I don’t know if I succeeded. “A girl’s gotta make rent, you know.”

His member had softened enough that it slipped out of me at that moment. A soft, disappointed sigh left my lips.

Jed smiled at my reaction to the loss. “I suppose she does. Come to the bar tomorrow around noon and I’ll show you the place in better light and get you set up.”

“Aye aye, boss,” I winked at him. “Think I could call on you to drop me off at my car?”

~~~

F
reshly showered and primped, I pulled into the lot opposite the Devil’s Roost at quarter to noon the next day. Since I had already caught a high-ranking man from the club in my web, I didn’t dress quite as slutty as the previous night, but I still made sure to display my charms to best advantage. I didn’t want anyone to question a big difference in clothing or complain about the lack of cleavage from the new bartender.

Although considering their old bartender any female at all is a huge step up.

I wore high cowboy boots today, since I didn’t want to be stomping around the bar all night in heels. They weren’t really suited to the scene anyway, so I tossed them aside. A short denim skirt and tight white t-shirt and bra completed the simple but sexy outfit.

It was the middle of the day, but there were a number of bikes parked outside of the Roost.
If they wanted to pretend that they made money lawfully, holding down a real job would go a long way.
It wasn’t a realistic expectation though; there simply weren’t that many jobs in the small town. All of the club members were “employees” of the bar and the garage that doubled as the headquarters for the organization.

The interior of the bar didn’t benefit from the added light streaming through the windows. Sunlight revealed just how shabby the majority of the furnishings were; considering the amount of money we knew was passing through the club, it was shocking that they kept their number one hangout in such conditions.

“Ah, Leslie! I was hoping you would show up. I wasn’t certain you would, you know.” That low voice sent a shiver through my body.

Flashes of memory accompanied the words. Dusty ground, sweaty skin; deep penetration and waves of pleasure. I shook myself mentally.
Come on Leslie, don’t go all romance damsel on me.

I turned towards where Jed stood behind the bar, towel over his shoulder. It was the first time that I saw him in good light, and he did not disappoint. His rugged face told of the leanness present elsewhere in his body, and his eyes held a quick level of intelligence that wasn’t there in the faces of most of the other bikers I had seen.

Once more I received the impression that Jed was more than he seemed. More layered than I had come to expect from reading his profile. Last night after coming home I had poured over it, determined to memorize every detail about his life that the government knew about. There were more gaps in the record than I felt comfortable with, but I had the time to try and fill in those blanks.

“What gave you that impression? Like I told you, a girl’s gotta work. Not a ton of it in this town.” I sashayed my way over to the bar, keeping track of the other bikers as their eyes followed me. “I have bartended before, I don’t imagine that there’s much special I need to know about here, is there?”

Jed put down the glass he had been inspecting. “I doubt it. Pretty standard setup: we have two draft lines, a fridge full of beer, and shelves of liquor that barely anyone touches except for the whiskey. Prices are listed on the blackboard, and the till’s about as standard as they come.” His eyes traced down my body. He took his time, stopping at landmarks along the way as if he wanted to be able to remember it until his deathbed. “I have the feeling that you’re going to have more tips coming through for you than old Steve had.”

I leaned forward and pressed my breasts together with my arms. “What gives you that impression?”

He cracked that grin that I fell in love with last night. “I knew you were a saucy one when I first talked to you. You proved it last night, too.”

I blushed at the reminder of our night. I was still ashamed that I had let things get so out of hand, but it was impossible to regret it. At least, not yet.

“Jed! Get the fuck over here!”

I recognized that voice. I hadn’t seen his bike outside when I’d arrived, but with so much of my attention on Nightshade it was easily possible I’d missed it. Frank sat at a wide table in the back corner of the bar, papers spread out in front of him as he glared in our direction.

“Shit. Are you ok to start right now? It’s pretty simple, and I’m sure any of the guys would be glad to help you out if you need to know where anything is. There isn’t a man who will walk through that door today that hasn’t served himself from the bar a hundred times or more.” Jed didn’t wait for an answer before he turned and walked to meet with his superior at the back of the bar.

The two men sunk into a furiously heated debate as soon as Jed reached the back table.
Fuck. I need to find a way to get over there and listen in. I have the feeling that something’s going down, and it’s exactly what I’m here to figure out.

I took my place behind the bar and tried to keep an eye on the argument going on without making it seem like I was paying it too much attention. It was impossible to tell what they were talking about from so far away.

Thinking quickly, I opened the bar fridge and pulled out two cold beers.
It’s a long shot, but worth a try.
Frank was set up to see anyone approaching the table, but he was deeply involved with Jed sitting beside him, so it was possible they wouldn’t notice me until I overheard something.

My plan went for naught when Frank caught me out of the corner of his eye and cut off his sentence mid-word. I had just gotten close enough to start to be able to make out individual words, but all I heard was “... those stupid bean...”

Jed looked over when Frank stopped talking, and sprang out of his seat to come and take the beers from my hands. “Thanks, Leslie, but don’t come over here again, got it?” He said it in a reassuring way, but there was no mistaking the threat implicit in Frank’s stare.

“Sorry, Jed. Just saw that you boys didn’t have anything to drink and thought I would take care of that for you!” I kept my voice cheerfully upbeat, as though I didn’t realize that I had interrupted anything of consequence.

“I appreciate it,” Jed said. “We appreciate it.” Frank’s continuing stare said otherwise. “Just go back and mind the bar, and I’ll come and see you when we’re done, ok?”

It was a clear dismissal, and even the normal girl I was role-playing as would have taken it as such. “Sure thing boss.”

I stood behind the bar, pouring a beer or whiskey every few minutes for one of the club members who ran dry. It was unlike any other bar I had been in the way that none of the men sat on the stools at the bar itself. Last night had been the same thing. Instead I made the rounds and took orders, or sometimes a man would come up to the bar and ask me immediately. From the way their eyes followed my curves around, I could tell that I was their favorite new decoration.

A big man, both in weight and stature, squeezed through the front door. His hair was full on grey, and he was easily the oldest member of the club I had seen except for the decrepit bar man, Steve. His dark leather jacket was emblazoned with the patch that denoted a member of the brass. From my preparation I knew him as the treasurer of the club, Gus.

He came directly up to the bar and took a seat in front of me, to my surprise. “Well hello there young thing. I heard rumors that we’d finally given Steve retirement and Jed had hired a pretty woman to replace him, but they didn’t do you any justice.”

I decidedly immediately that I liked Gus. He spoke with the candor of someone who knew he ranked high enough that no one could take offense and yet old enough that he didn’t have to play politics.

“I’m Leslie,” I said. “It’s good to meet you...?”

“Gus. I’m the treasurer for the Winged Enemy, in case you hadn’t heard of me yet. How do you like the boys in the club, Leslie? I’ll take a whiskey.”

I sized up Gus and poured him a double, to his delight. “Well I only got into town a couple of days ago and came in looking for work last night, so I don’t actually know much about the club. Jed is really the only one I’ve talked to so far.” I decided that the ignorance card had the potential to win me far more information than any other approach. “You said you’re called the Winged Enemy?” I made my eyes go as wide as possible without looking ridiculous.

He knocked back the whiskey in one shot and slammed it on the bar for me to refill. “Are you serious, Jed didn’t even tell you the name? What the hell was he doing with you before you started then?” His eyes twinkled at me as I blushed a deep red. “I guess that’s no surprise. Pretty girl like you, strapping young man like him. It’s only natural.”

“Well,” I started, self-conscious even underneath my cover, “I mean, that’s not something I usually do, go off and sleep with a man to get a job. I was an accident!”

Gus nodded sagely. “Nothing wrong with a happy accident here and there. You should at least know the basics, if you’re supposed to run around and keep up with the guys here.” Gus shook himself mightily, joints creaking with age and in protest at his enormous size. “Now then, Frank over there in the back corner is the club’s president, and beside him is Jed, who you know already. He’s the club’s vice president.”

The two men were still fighting, fingers jabbing into the papers on the table as each tried to make his point sink into the other man’s skull. Gus let out a gusty sigh as we watched them. “Usually the vice president acts as the president’s right arm, carrying out his orders, watching his back, and they present a united face to the rest of the men. As you can see, there are some difficulties there now, although it wasn’t always like that.”

“What are they fighting about?” I felt it was safe to ask the question directly to Gus. He seemed like a laidback person, as far as outlaw bikers went.