Sunshine & Ink

1. Sunni

CHAPTER 1

Sunni

I waited nervously in line to fuck the Saints Motorcycle Club president Raker d’Sanguine. Four MCs ran our portion of the desert—Saints, Souls, Venerators, and Righteous—and if you wanted to be a Saints club whore you had to pass the test.

Everyone wanted to be an official club girl. The pay was good and you got to live in their clubhouse with no water restrictions. There were rumors that they even had huge bathtubs and if you were especially favored you’d get to use them sometimes. Even the thought of being around that much water made my head swim.

And then there was the hypnotic pull of all that power. The MCs who ran the county with iron fists had power, deep cunt-clenching amounts of it.

And everyone wanted a piece of it.

I just wanted a place to live .

But you had to pass the test first.

You had to fuck the President.

And rumor had it that Raker wasn’t easy to please.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my little black miniskirt and looked down anxiously at myself.

Had I done an OK job or was it obvious I was broke as fuck, wearing donation bin clothes, and had just been evicted from my apartment?

Good jobs were scarce, and I had no family to lean on. My friends were as broke as I was. So when I saw a flyer announcing this year’s Saints Club trial, I had to come early to get a good place in line.

The trials went until Raker decided he had enough new girls. Or until he got bored.

God, what would I say if he tried to talk to me? Club girls had to fuck and entertain the club brothers. I had interests, right? I wasn’t boring. I liked plants. Did men care if you liked plants? Maybe I should lie and say I loved cigarettes.

Was he a leg man or a tit man? Either way, he was out of luck with me.

My legs were way too scrawny, weren’t they? Nothing I could do about that, though. Too late at 25 years old to try to grow taller than barely 5 feet in my heels. I tried to surreptitiously adjust my push-up bra so my small perky tits would look bigger.

This was so nerve-wracking! There were so many other healthier, better-hydrated, better-dressed, more beautiful women here.

I pressed my thighs together so I wouldn’t collapse to the ground in a dead faint as I heard the low, sensual moans of the red-haired woman Raker was taking reverse cowgirl style. I could see her out of the corner of my eyes as I tried not to stare, her scarlet mouth open in a big, decadent o-shape.

Only one more to go before me

We were in a big room in the Saints clubhouse, and it had dark stone and wooden walls and felt old and powerful. Way older than the crappy plastic wood shit my apartment building was made out of.

The other MC brothers had taken our IDs at the door and gone down the row verifying that each woman was at least 20 and here of her own free will.

No problem with that. Everyone knew the Saints were the richest MC, and they had to cap the line when it stretched out the door.

There were no openings until next year, so I better make the most of my one chance.

But how many women had the President fucked in a row without even one that I could see getting in?

Sweat prickled on the back of my neck.

The woman in front of me was very pretty, with tumbling dark curls, and looked rich too.

But rich or poor, unless you belonged to one of the Founding Families, club whore was one of the best jobs you could have. You had to agree to fuck any of the members whenever they wanted, but your access to water was freely given, at any time of the day! You weren’t subject to the water restrictions the rest of the region was.

And you got paid well. Some girls got paid enough to go to university and get other jobs, too. It made sense to save your money. You served at the pleasure of the Saints MC Prez, so he was the first one you had to please and the one who could kick you out at any time he wanted.

God, how could I possibly please him

What would a man like him, who had already fucked everyone, and done everything, even want with me?

And I had never even had sex before.

But I certainly wasn’t going to advertise that embarrassing fact.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up. It was the Saints’ holy man, clasping the Holy Words in one hand while he looked me up and down with pale, expressionless eyes. He had wispy white hair despite being only in his 30s and he smelled of incense.

“Little one, are you 20?”

I nodded, feeling uncomfortable as he looked me up and down.

The leather cut the vested members always wore had a patch that said Apostle .

He put a hand on my shoulder with fingers that were damp and warm, moving my hair to get a better look at my body.

“Are you prepared to serve the Saints with your cunt and your mouth, as the Elders dictate?”

My skin crawled and I repressed a shudder with an effort.

None of the other brothers had creeped me out like this, and I darted my eyes around to reassure myself that I could do this. Teacher was Raker’s second in command, a tall native man with jet-black hair in a braid, while big, ginger-bearded Builder was at the front of the line to manage which woman Raker would call next.

Maybe I was just being overly dramatic. It wasn’t like my instincts with men were any good in the first place. Since I was from the wrong side of town, I always just assumed all men were dangerous. I would need to get over that to be a Saints Club girl.

So I gave Apostle as big a smile as I could.

“I am ready.”

Besides, he probably did that to all the other girls, asked them all the same questions and looked them over like this.

But as Apostle moved down the line, to check the next ID against the next face, I saw him glance back at me, his jaw moving, and I felt the wet sticky brush of his fingers as he passed me by.

I turned back to the front with a determined motion, ignoring the trickle of sweat that rolled down my spine.

Finally, the red-head was done but she, too, left without an invitation to stay, her plump maroon lips stuck out in an unhappy pout.

God, she was so pretty, too. I felt my lips anxiously. Were they plump enough? My upper lip was a bit thin, wasn’t it?

The woman in front of me walked toward Raker, her hips swaying sensuously.

“How do you want me?” she asked in a low, throaty voice.

Raker just pointed down to his dick.

Even from this distance, it looked big, and I swallowed nervously, my palms slick with sweat now, my heartbeat thrumming in my chest.

He opened the condom with a lazy, leisurely motion. Like this was just a fucking job and he could take it or leave it.

The woman in front of me was eager though, climbing on the chair and spreading her thighs over his and raising her plump, round ass high, so everyone in line could see the slow, wet motion as she took Raker’s cock inch by inch.

Her high heels on the chair emphasized the elegant muscles in her thighs and ass and I desperately wondered if I could ever compete with her confident ability.

I didn’t want to look away because I was afraid it would be seen as a sign of weakness. If I was chosen as club girl, I’d have to watch everyone have sex around me all the time.

So I watched.

She was making loud noises as she rocked back and forth, her dress riding up over her ass.

Raker’s heavy-lidded eyes looked up at her, his big hands on her hips, guiding her curvy body into the rhythm he wanted.

Her head fell back, her heavy tits pressed into the air as she let him maneuver her body how he wanted, her hips grinding down on him, like she was eager to have him inside her. The room was as quiet and still as a service with the Elders, so it felt like I could hear every slick wet movement as she ground her pussy down with lush, sensual motions. She was so noisy too, her hands clutching at his dark leather motorcycle cut as the lines of muscle worked in her beautiful throat.

I felt a clench of despair in my gut.

There was no way he’d choose two girls in a row.

It seemed to go on forever as the blood rushed to my cheeks, his face buried in her breasts, sucking one big nipple into his mouth.

Would he want to do that to me ? What would it feel like?

My vision seemed to blur as he came with a grunt, and I felt an uncomfortable twitch in my pussy.

But to my surprise, as she stood there afterwards, adjusting her clingy dress over her full breasts and ass, he only raised a finger to one of the other Saints.

“Done. Bring me a glass of whiskey.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious? After the way I just fucked you?”

Her beautiful face looked suffused with rage, her hands tightened into fists as she breathed shallowly through her nose.

“The way you fucked me?” Raker repeated.

His voice was low and gravelly, with a hard raspy edge that made me shiver.

“You fucked me like a basic bitch who’s always had men tell her she’s pretty. It was boring. Get out of my sight.”

Her face was pink with fury, but she quickly snapped her mouth shut when Raker looked away contemptuously and two lower-ranking recruits appeared to escort her to the door.

Damn, he was cold as fuck.

I was going to fail, too.

If even she couldn’t please him, what chance did an inexperienced virgin like me have?

Builder stood beside me and held up a finger, his eyes on Raker. He was in charge of reading the powerful Prez and letting me go forward only when it was time.

Pure, primal panic began to pump through my veins.

What had I been thinking to come here?

The silence stretched on as Raker sipped his whiskey through narrowed eyes that didn’t seem to look at anyone in particular.

He certainly didn’t seem to be looking at me.

I wanted to turn around and run but I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to. My long strawberry blonde hair fell down past my shoulders and I wanted to play with it nervously, but I also didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

Maybe he’d get bored of the whole thing and call off the trial before even having sex with me.

Was that worse or better than him rejecting me?

I watched his strong fingers wrap around the glass of whiskey, each one thick and tanned, dark words I couldn’t read tattooed across his knuckles. He exuded an aura of cold darkness, but there was something I couldn’t define pulling me closer.

Everyone in Resurrected territory had heard of Raker.

Highly favored of the Elders, had made the Saints the strongest MC, their powerful club fronted by skilled tattoo shops.

“Next,” Raker said suddenly, and I was immediately pushed firmly forward by Builder.

I approached the President’s chair, willing my heart to stop hammering in my chest.

I can do this

The closer I got, the more frightened I felt. Up close, Raker seemed even bigger somehow, a giant of a man with slicked-back dark hair, dark stubble on his tanned face, and cold dark eyes. His face was all harsh planes, steeped in shadows.

He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt with his cut, the midnight markings of his tattoos curling out of his sleeves and down his powerful arms.

Even without looking at him, you could easily recognize him as the MC Prez by how the air felt around him—a charge, a spiraling raw energy that seemed to change the molecules between us. And you could tell by how the others treated him—deferentially and with caution, like you’d approach a poisonous snake.

My knees were almost knocking together, my soft dress sliding off one shoulder. I nervously dragged it back up. Maybe it would be better to just flee town.

His legs in those jeans were spread wide, impossibly thick thighs and long legs leading down to huge shitkicker boots.

I stopped a few feet away and was horrified to see his dark brows draw together.

“Didn’t they tell you anything, girl? Come closer so I can see you.”

My cheeks burning, I edged closer.

“How are you supposed to fuck me if you’re too afraid to get closer?” he asked, his lip curling up.

I noticed there was a jagged white scar running across his upper lip, and I wondered where he’d gotten it. Turf war with another gang? Defending Resurrected territory against MCs from other regions?

“I’m not afraid,” I said, feeling my insides turn over at the way his dark eyes bore into me.

I walked still closer until I was hovering in front of his legs, his knees so close I could have reached out and touched them.

“Are you here by choice?” Raker asked harshly.

I felt stung with writhing shame. How embarrassing to have to be asked that. Girls coming in to try to work at the club were nervous, but excited too. I must look like the greenest, most awkward thing.

“Yes,” I said, praying my voice didn’t sound like a squeak. “I’m just shy but I’m ready to work.”

Raker’s eyes took me in, a slow examination all the way from my strawberry blonde hair, falling in waves past my shoulders, down my dress where I could feel my nipples pebbling against the soft fabric, lingering at where my skirt fell against my thighs, then finally down my bare legs.

“What’s your name?”

“Sunni,” I said.

“And your last name?” he prompted.

“Twenty-Four,” I replied, feeling my muscles tense.

Unless you were in the MCs or one of the Founding Families, your last name was the street you were born on. There was no hiding who you were if you were Twenty-Four. That meant I was born on one of the lowest-income streets in the Resurrected territories.

Raker didn’t say anything about my street, but his big fingers tapped on the chair, in a rhythm that looked impatient and annoyed.

“You look like a scared little rabbit right now. Sunni, do you realize what this job entails? You would serve here at my pleasure. You would fuck who I chose and when I chose it. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I do.”

“Then get between my legs and show me why I should hire such a scared little rabbit.”

His big legs fell apart, a dirty, lascivious move that made something turn over deep in my gut, a low naughty pull down in my pussy.

The knot of fear and excitement tightened as I knelt down between his legs, the wooden floor digging into my knees. Raker’s thighs were so big and powerful, and my hands fumbled at his zipper. But he said nothing about my awkwardness, just waited, taking another sip of his whiskey.

I undid the button with trembling fingers and drew his zipper down slowly.

His cock was much bigger than I imagined it could be, and I swallowed again.

How would I get it in my pussy, let alone my mouth?

This is what I signed up for, I reminded myself.

Club whore for a year, and with the money I saved on rent I would be able to move out and go back to school. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. It was my dream to own a bookstore someday, but that seemed impossibly far away.

I could do this in the meantime.

The skin of his cock felt silky under my fingers as I drew it out, carefully peeling his jeans back as it sprung free, big and thick, his balls heavy against his legs.

Fuck

I hastily put both hands on it as I stalled for time, trying to figure out how to put it in my mouth.

His thighs were on either side of me, and I felt a dirty wrong frisson of arousal kneeling there, my skin beginning to buzz with anticipation.

My mouth was watering as I bent down to his cock, seeing a little drop of precum already on the tip.

I almost jumped out of my skin as I felt the harsh scrape of Raker’s fingers on my cheeks, pulling my hair back.

“I want to watch,” he said, as I felt my cheeks flush with pleasure.

Stupid, I reminded myself. You are going to suck all the members’ dicks, so there’s no reason to get attached to any of them.

Definitely not Raker.

The drop of precum was wet and sweet on my tongue, and, almost on instinct, I moved closer, the instinct of a dehydrated 24 th Streeter to suck down any liquids so deeply ingrained in me that even a slick drop from his cock was enough to excite me.

At first my movements were jerky and uncoordinated, but as I began to move into a rhythm, my mouth began to glide, in long, silky, sensuous routes.

My mouth opened as wide as it could go, sliding down his cock as it made my cheeks bulge out. The first time I tried to keep going I gagged on his length, letting out a squeak of surprise as his size closed up my throat.

But I quickly recovered and kept going.

He made a rumbling noise in his chest as I moved up and down.

But he hadn’t stopped me yet.

I didn’t know if he wanted me to touch his heavy, pendulous sack, but I couldn’t resist, my small fingers carefully caressing the skin of his balls, feeling their weight in my hand. There was a slick feeling between my thighs, the skin rubbing together with surprising wetness.

Embarrassed, I felt a little moan slip out of my throat as precum dripped on my tongue again.

Raker hadn’t said anything.

Did men talk during blowjobs? I wondered, flicking my eyes up at him. Was this a bad sign? Dipping my head down, I focused on my work again.

The weight of everyone’s eyes seemed to settle on me like heavy, thick blankets.

At first I jumped a bit to feel his fingers slip past the band of my thong, but I steeled my nerves and remembered that’s what I was there for.

To be a pretty face, a willing warm body.

Raker grunted as his fingers slipped through wet folds into my pussy, and I felt my arms begin to tremble as I felt the heat of his eyes on me.

“You’re very wet, Sunshine.”

“ Oh ,” I breathed, not knowing what else to say.

His voice was so harsh I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing.

My tongue felt stuck to the roof of my mouth, heat pouring down my back.

He continued to touch me in places that had never been touched before, and I bit my lip at how tight it was, how he had to twist his fingers to fit more in, how my body was pure liquid, his fingers making naughty wet sounds as he drew them in and out.

His calloused fingers brushed by my clit, and my hips jerked a bit at the sensation. Then he began to drag the panties down my thighs.

My cheeks burned, especially knowing everyone else in line and all the other brothers were watching me.

But I couldn’t stop, the drool running out both sides of my mouth as I sucked his cock.

My head swam with the sensations, and suddenly Raker picked me up, making my head spin, and settled me on his lap.

I was right under his cock, and it hit against my stomach, so hard and thick that I couldn’t quite suppress a gasp.

But Raker was holding his hand out.

“Elders’ Protection?” he asked, and I saw an expressionless Teacher hand him a condom.

God, did I even know how to put one on?

Was Raker’s cock even going to fit in me?

My mind was a whirl of sensations and Raker and everyone else seemed totally stoic and expressionless.

Was Raker enjoying himself? Had my blowjob been bad? Would he keep going if it was bad?

I gripped his massive thighs to stay balanced there as he ripped open the package.

Then he held the condom up to the light. I had never seen this ritual, since I was a virgin, but I knew men often said these words to protect themselves. The thick condom glowed in the light from above.

Elders bless me

My water, my seed is for my wife only

May pleasure only find me now

I felt a silly little flutter inside me at his words. Of course I knew whores were not permitted to have babies, and certainly not with the MC President. His bloodline would only be for sons and daughters of another wealthy and powerful family.

Raker rolled the condom over his cock, stretching it down that mighty length.

Then he picked me up, my body easily suspended in the air in his massive hands.

He positioned me right over his cock, and as the huge head split my lips, I had one moment of shattering panic, my body tightening in anticipation, but he didn’t slam me down on his cock. He began to slowly pull me over it, pressing his cock in inch by inch.

I gasped aloud, my body spreading open to accommodate Raker, his cock stretching me wider than I’d ever imagined, my body opening like a flower for this cold, harsh man.

I felt a brief, sharp pinch of pain with only an inch inside me, and I gasped, my fingers tightening on his arms. His skin was warm, the thick bands of muscles firm under my fingers. The further Raker pressed inside me, the more I couldn’t control myself as the pinch of pain transformed into a low, urgent heat. Little gasps and moans spilled from my mouth, and then suddenly my ass was on his muscular thighs as he was fully sheathed inside me.

Looking down, my mouth dropped open to see my pink lips spread wide, my thighs stretched so far apart they burned.

“Eyes on me,” Raker said, and I obeyed immediately.

It didn’t even occur to me to disobey, opening my heavy-lidded eyes as wide as I could as he took my hips in his hands, the callouses catching on my soft skin, and began to grind my pussy over his cock.

Oh, right, I was supposed to be impressing him.

But I honestly could not concentrate on anything but this feeling of utter fullness, complete submission to him.

My nipples tightened with urgent need, and still I met Raker’s eyes, watching with fascination as a muscle moved in his strong throat, watching the way his jaw hardened.

Everything and everybody else faded away, and even though the room was filled with dozens of people, there was only me and Raker, and the hypnotic, irresistible pull of his hands on my hips, dragging me toward something inescapable.

And the big, strange knot inside me suddenly burst and I cried aloud, my muscles tightening around Raker’s cock, and I rode him still harder, not caring, the dress pooling up around my hips, showing my ass to everyone, but I chased every last drop of that pleasure, my eyes glazing over as I tried to obey him to the last.

A drop of sweat stung my eyes and my fingers tightened over his belt loops, the rough feeling of the zipper on my ass only adding to the sensations.

I felt wet on me, dripping down onto him, and I gasped my last shudders.

Raker briefly closed his eyes and I felt his thighs tense underneath me, then the muscles of his hard stomach ripple as he came. Even through the condom, I felt each twitch and pulse of his cock, wishing wildly I could feel just him inside me.

I felt limp and boneless, finally allowing my eyes to close as Raker’s hand moved to my lower back.

I was splayed out wantonly on his lap, my legs limp, my wetness still pulsing down his pants, my back arched and my tits pressed in the air.

Raker lifted me gently up and placed me on the floor, the sound of our bodies disconnecting obscenely wet and loud. My knees would have buckled, but his arm still held me up, and I saw him peel off the condom and zip his cock back up with the other hand.

“Sunni Twenty-Four, you are now an official Saints club whore.”

Still holding me firmly around the waist he spoke louder now. “Testing time is over. The rest of you can leave. Sunni, go to my room and wait for me. You’ll be staying with me.”