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  I chose a few more songs on the jukebox before heading over to the two of them and standing at Gunner’s shoulder. Dawn was leaning back against the bar, arching her back, putting her ample chest on display. I touched his arm.

  “You guys seem to be getting on.”

  "He was telling me about some of the club rules," Dawn said.

  "Like what?"

  Dawn bit her bottom lip, looking every bit the bimbo blond who couldn't form a thought herself. I knew the act, though. "Never touch a man's colors," she said, and Gunner nodded his approval. "Never go in the club room without permission. Oh, and if you're not a member, you still have to work for the club to be in the club circle."

  I nodded. "Sounds about right."

  "And Dawn wants to work for her place. Don't you?" Gunner groped her ass, earning another simpering giggle.

  "She traveled a long way today, Gunner," I said. "I'm sure she needs some rest tonight."

  "I'm not tired," she pouted.

  Gunner smirked. "She's not tired."

  Well... oh well. I shrugged and started to back away. "Hang out with us," Gunner said, grabbing my wrist, "We'll teach her the rest of the rules somewhere a little more quiet."

  Playing coy was dumb as hell, but I could go along with it. "Sure," I said casting my eyes around the room for Nella. She rolled her eyes at me knowingly and waved, signaling "go ahead."

  "Lead the way," I said, and Gunner gripped both of our wrists and led us towards the back rooms.

  I spared a glance at Theo's door as we passed. For some irrational reason, I didn't want him to see us - to see me. But his room remained quiet and we moved on to Gunner's preferred guest room.

  It was no different from a hotel room, with one large bed, a dresser with a television, and a small table with two chairs.

  Gunner dropped onto the bed on his back with a groan.

  "Why don't you two get to know each other while I get comfortable?"

  The blond girl merely raised her eyebrows at me, unsurprised by his request. She's been around the block, I'd say. I wasn't particularly into girls but she was pretty enough, though a little bony for my own tastes.

  Still, my blood warmed as I pulled Dawn in for a kiss. Putting on a show for the intimidating biker got me going. I could feel Gunner's eyes drinking us in a Dawn's thin glossy lips slid across my own. I flicked and twirled my tongue, leaving enough space between our mouths for him to see. I heard him unbuckle his belt, then the rustling of his pants coming off.

  Dawn gasped and said, "Oh, baby, it's so big." I mentally rolled my eyes. This ain't a porn video. But my breath caught as well at the sight of his manhood, standing proud between his legs as he lay back against the pillows. It was still a little thrilling to see such a large, thick cock. And the man attached wielded it like a weapon.

  "Like it? Let me see your tits and maybe I'll let you touch it."

  She and I both grinned. I might not have been nuts about the man himself, but his dick was another story. I pulled my little pink tube top up, letting my small breasts bounce free. They were a nice enough size, I thought, but girls like Dawn always made me feel a little dwarfed. I watched her pull her own shirt free, he magnificent tits bouncing, jiggling, and defying gravity as they sat high and perky.

  "Ivy, tell me if they feel as good as they look." Gunner lazily stroked himself as he took in the view.

  We turned to each other. I cupped and lifted them, testing their weight. Her skin was smooth and warm, her tits soft, but heavy. I ran my thumbs across her nipples and she gasped, then giggled.

  "They feel real good," I reported. I leaned down and sucked a pink nipple gently between my lips. I felt it pucker and stiffen against my tongue and felt my own harden in response. "Tastes good, too."

  "Mm, I'll bet he tastes even better," Dawn purred.

  "Find out," Gunner said, "Both of you."

  Dawn bounced onto the bed to one side of his legs, and I settled on the other. My mouth watered in anticipation.

  I pulled my hair away from my face and planted a wet kiss on his shaft. I gripped the base and held it in place, and Dawn and I both licked up and down his hot member.

  Our tongues grappled and our lips met with his cock between us. Our saliva ran down and wet my hand, so I moved it slowly up and down, just near the base. I met his eyes - they were dark and hungry.

  "Fuck, that's beautiful," he said. I let Dawn continue kissing around his shaft and planted my lips around the soft mushroom head. I groaned at the salty, masculine taste. It sent a wave of arousal through me - I'd been with Gunner plenty of times and knew what was in store, and my body reacted accordingly.

  I took him more fully inside my mouth. Dawn backed off and watched as I sucked him in slowly, working him further in. I couldn't quite take him all the way - I felt him tap the back of my throat, and my hand was still around the base of his cock.

  He thrust upwards. The surprise motion made me choke, but I didn't back off. "Take it," he growled, “Take it all the way." He thrust again, and I had to hold my breath to keep from gagging. I sealed my lips around him, creating suction as he continued to thrust. Maybe I could have taken him further still at a different angle, but this was what he preferred anyway - making me struggle for it. Making it difficult on purpose. I was always up for a challenge, and apparently had a kinky streak that made me enjoy his rough treatment, but could Dawn handle it? My panties were damp, and when I wasn’t choking or coughing, I was moaning with pleasure. What on earth must the poor girl think?

  Gunner tugged at my hair. "Blondie's turn." I released his cock with a wet pop and sat back. Dawn had undressed the rest of the way while I was occupied, and I admired her trim figure. She really was kind of a bombshell. I was fairly thin myself, but short. Not nearly as sexy.

  She dove in with wild enthusiasm, bobbing and licking with exaggerated moans while one small hand worked around his base. Gunner grabbed her hair and set the rhythm himself, slowing her. He wasn’t the type to race for the finish. He liked to take his time.

  “Take it all,” Gunner said, pushing her down. “Come on.” I removed my pants while he worked his way into the back of her throat. My panties were wet, so I thought screw it and tossed them aside.

  Dawn took his cock all the way down to his base. I don’t know how the girl managed it, but with some artful back-arching and a few deep breaths, she buried her nose in his pubic hair and moaned around his huge shaft. I watched with my mouth slightly agape as he gave a few experimental thrusts. She just took it like a pro, grunting with the effort but not choking or gagging at all. Gunner’s heated eyes found mine and we exchanged a look that said impressive.

  “All right, baby, you win. I’m gonna fuck you first.”

  I should have felt a little worried, but instead a fleeting stab of jealousy passed through me. Dawn kicked her panties away, and Gunner guided her into straddling his hips. His cock was already wet with saliva and she lowered herself onto it easily. “Slow, baby,” he growled as she eased down onto him. My core ached at the sight, and I couldn’t resist touching my wetness and spreading it across my folds as they began to move.

  Gunner pinched my thigh, and I yelped. “You don’t get to watch,” he said, “Get that pussy over my face.” I obeyed with a grin. For all his faults, Gunner did thoroughly enjoy making a girl come, and he knew just how to do it. Gripping the headboard, I spread my knees to either side of his head and lowered myself, feeling deliciously exposed. He could see damn near everything at that angle, and Dawn wasn’t getting a bad view, herself. “You have such a perfect ass,” she said, briefly trailing her fingers across the smooth skin.

  “And you have perfect tits,” I said over my shoulder as I adjusted my position, getting as close to Gunner’s mouth as I could without resting my weight on his face.

  He thrust hard, making Dawn gasp. “You two can brush each other’s hair later. Shut the fuck up.” I could feel his breath hot against my pussy as he spoke. I wiggled with impatience, but he didn’t
make me wait long. His tongue parted my nether lips in a long, slow lick, from bottom to top. My clit was swollen and sensitive, and when he flicked it with his tongue, I gasped.

  He flattened the length of his tongue against my pussy and held still; I knew what he wanted. He liked to have me ride his face. The velvet friction against my sensitive folds was heavenly, and I rubbed against him like a cat. I couldn’t see what Dawn was up to behind me, but I could feel the bed shake and bounce with her movements, hear her soft moans just over my shoulder. Gunner himself remained still. “Which one of you can get yourself off faster?” he asked, his breath hot between my thighs.

  “I can,” we both replied, and Dawn giggled.

  Then his tongue returned. I ground my hips against him, careful not to press too hard and suffocate the poor guy, but seeking my pleasure a little rougher, a little harder. Dawn bounced with more enthusiasm now. I suspected she would beat me - she had his cock inside her, and was in a better position to play with herself. All I could do was rub against the wet heat of his tongue. It felt amazing but I doubted it would be enough to push me over the edge without him actively participating. The friction built the heat within me and I felt like I was soaking his chin with the fluids of my arousal, but though it was enough to make me pant and moan, I couldn’t take myself over the edge.

  Dawn won. Her own pants came out in a staccato pattern as she shuddered behind me, her cries high and strained. Gunner withdrew his mouth and groaned himself, undoubtedly feeling her pulsing and contracting around his cock.

  He swatted my ass. "You lost. Off." I moved away with a pout. Gripping Dawn's hips to take her with him, he slid higher on the bed so he was sitting up against the headboard. He nodded at me. "Play with yourself. Don't come."

  "Bossy," I said, sticking out my bottom lip. I hoped that meant he was still planning on fucking me, too. Though if he left me hanging, it wouldn't be the first time.

  He waited to make sure I obeyed, watching as I stretched out on my side and slid two fingers between my legs.

  Then he wrapped both hands around Dawn's neck. Dawn's eyes went wide. She grasped his wrists reflexively, but as I knew from experience, it was like grasping iron bars and expecting them to move. She looked to me for reassurance but I was too busy plunging my fingers inside my tight and needy channel as the sight drove me a little wild.

  I'd played this game with Gunner before, but I'd never seen him do it with someone else. Her eyes bugged out a little as he squeezed and thrust up into her.

  Her whole body jerked.

  "Be gentle, she's new," I whispered, watching the muscles in his arms bulge. I couldn't tell if he heard me - his eyes were locked on hers. He thrust again, and finally loosed his grip.

  She sucked in a giant lungful of air and shrieked, "What the fuck are you doing?" He squeezed again, and this time she slapped at his wrists and tried to twist away.

  I finally came to my senses. This was getting ugly, fast. "Gunner, stop, she doesn't like it."

  He released her, and she scrambled off him and backwards on the bed, coughing and holding her throat. "What the fuck?" His deep voice boomed. "I haven't hurt you. You don't fucking trust me?"

  Oh boy. He had a short temper on a good day, and when he was all fired up in the middle of sex or for whatever other reason, he could be explosive. I had to diffuse him, fast.

  I laid a hand on his arm. "She's just never done that before," I said, "That's all. Come on. We'll show her how."

  He looked between us for a moment before finally cooling down and seeing reason. "On your back." I moved quickly, eager to appease him. And eager to have his dick in me, if I'm being honest.

  He positioned his body over mine and rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance. "Shit, you're so fucking wet."

  "Come on," I urged him. I was really wet, and ached for him. Secretly I was glad Dawn backed out - I wanted him and his huge cock for myself. He's mine. They're all mine.

  He slammed home hard and fast. I cried out. Normally I needed a few moments to adjust, but he was out of patience. I locked my legs over his back, taking him deeper as he pounded away. My fists clenched the sheets. He growled as he fucked me, and I wondered if it meant he'd finish soon and wouldn't want to play his game at all. His wild pounding was deliciously painful, though the pain was fading as my walls finally stretched to fit him.

  But finally he slowed, the fire in his expression fading into something darker as he wrapped his hands around my neck. I grabbed his wrists, but I had no intention of trying to pull him away. Still, the position was frightening. Normally he would let me be on top, giving me a little more freedom of movement. On my back, I was utterly trapped. But even as I fought down a brief wave of panic, my pussy heated and pulsed and practically gushed with my fluids.

  I didn't even bother wondering what was wrong with me anymore.

  His grip tightened and cut off my airflow. At the same time his rhythm slowed to longer, slower strokes, meant to draw out our pleasure as we felt every inch of each other, every twinge and pulse as I ran out of oxygen.

  Then just when my vision began to swim, he eased up, letting me take in one long breath before cutting me off again. It was scary, dangerous, and never failed to make me come hard and fast. Sometimes more than once.

  We'd hardly been at it a minute and already I could feel an orgasm coiling inside me, ready to explode. Our eyes were locked - he watched mine dim as I ran out of air, savored the fear as the lights began to go out; I watched the intense lust in his, the furious hunger that only seemed to be satisfied when he choked and fucked me. Those handsome features hid something twisted and ugly. At least Dawn was aware of it, now.

  I writhed as he held my neck longer and tighter. His face swam in my vision and my pulse sounded loud and heavy in my ears. I was sure I was turning red; Dawn said something nearby, and Gunner only curled a lip in response. Still he filled me over and over with deliberate strokes, never faltering.

  When I started seeing black spots, when I was sure it was time to claw at him or risk passing out, he finally let up. I came immediately. The feel of his cock rubbing directly against my g-spot as my blood rushed through me with that first sweet breath of oxygen after so many long, frightening moments - it was overload. My pussy contracted around him and my hips bucked as the euphoric waves rushed through me, but my cry was cut off as he applied pressure once more.

  My vision went black. I needed to breath through the intense climax, needed to pant and moan, but he interrupted it. I came harder still as an animal panic swept over me, and I bucked wildly beneath him. I heard the deep groan as his own end approached, felt him cease his thrusts and root deep inside my still clenching walls, but I fluttered in and out of consciousness. My nails dug into his arms, and then it was lights out.

  I became aware of someone gently tapping my cheeks. "Ivy. Open your eyes." I peered up at Gunner and saw something like relief cross his face. Then he was out of my vision and Dawn was above me, looking a little pale.

  "Since you're here you can deal with holding her hand until she can get up," Gunner said. Dawn settled next to me and pulled me close to her side. When did she get dressed? Was she here that whole time? I was slow to come back to my senses, and when I finally looked up, it was just in time to see Gunner shutting the door as he left.

  "You okay?" Dawn asked shaking my shoulder.

  "Yeah." I ran my hands through my hair.

  "That looked intense," she said with a nervous laugh.

  I jumped on the chance to warn her away. Girls like her tended not to listen until they got a good look or taste of this life for themselves. "These aren't nice men, Dawn. They can't be changed into nice men, either."

  She was quiet for a moment. "Sometimes nice men turn rotten, too."

  "Is this what you want, though? One of these days, Gunner or one of the others is gonna go just a little too far."

  Her voice was small all of a sudden, reminding me of her youth. As if I was so old myself. "How could
you do... that? You trust him not to hurt you?"

  "I don't." I shrugged. "I'm fucked up, too."

  “I like your tattoo,” she said, charging right past the awkward moment.

  “Oh? Thanks.” It was a small version of the club’s devil skull face, placed just to the left of my lower back. The text surrounding it read “Property of the Dust Bowl Devils.” The vice president himself had tattooed it there.

  She finally left my side and climbed off the bed. She handed me my clothes from where I left them on the floor. "Think Nella will make me leave?" she asked as I dressed.

  "What for?"

  "'Cause I made Gunner mad?"

  I shook my head. "It doesn't take much to make him mad. You're fine."

  "Good." She nodded decisively. "He just should have warned me is all. Now I know. I'll do better next time."

  "Next time?" Finally dressed, I reached for the door. "Girly, don't say I didn't try to warn you off." Maybe she was just plain crazy. Or maybe she was just like me. Either way, I was done warning her. She was allowed to make her choice, and I was curious to see how long she'd last. Maybe she would be a lifer too, like Nella was, like I was afraid I would be. Poor choices all around.

  I helped Dawn find a temporary place to stay the next day. The town’s motel did long term deals, and I set her up with a couple of weeks using her tips and a small cash forward from Nella.

  Dawn had seemed genuinely taken aback. “You guys are gonna help me? Just like that?”

  “Yes,” Nella said, handing the wad of cash to me. “But don’t make me tell the guys that you owe the club a debt. Make sure you work off what you owe before you decide to leave town. Understand?”

  “Yeah, I get it.” She shook her head as she followed me out the door.

  It was thanks to me, of course. I told Nella that I thought the girl would be sticking around for a while, that she seemed eager to be part of the inner circle. And that she pretty much had nowhere else to go, anyway.

  So after all our help, I was more than a littler surprised by her tone when we got her settled in a room at the motel. “I know you have a thing for Gunner,” she said, “But I like him, too. I just think you should know.” Ah, so now that she feels secure, her true colors show. “I think I like that Theo, too,” she went on, “And Jester isn’t bad looking, either.” She sat on the edge of the motel bed and kicked off her shoes while I stood by the front door.