6. Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Jokester – Twenty-One Years Old
“Oh yes, yes, yes…harder Jokester, harder…” Candy gasps as she grips the sheets before her, twisting them in her fists, and I thrust my cock in and out of her ass harder just as she requested but with speed, my hand gripped tightly in her multicolored hair, and I groan when her soft tissue tightens around me.
There is nothing better than a clubwhores pussy or ass after four hours of tattooing.
I was going to just go to the apartment above the shop to help Hammer finish the renovations in the kitchen ready for me to move in seems as there was no more clients for the rest of the day, but honestly, after a woman had me tat her inner thigh right near her bare, juicy pussy because of course she came in panty-less, my dick was hard as steel. I have a rule of not fucking the clients after Tracker, another tattoo artist made that mistake, and the woman tried suing him when he didn’t want seconds so a clubwhore was the next best thing and not just any clubwhore – Candy.
She’s my go-to girl, has been since I was nineteen, and finally started fucking around.
After I expressed to Butcher that I was ready to hand in my patch, he called me to his office the next day and explained I needed to wait a good amount of time before fucking the clubwhores, but anyone out of the club needed to be discrete. He didn’t care that his daughter fucked someone else, basically disrespecting me. It had been made out like I was madly in love with her by his daughter and his actions with the cut shit so I had to act accordingly and apparently shouting from the rooftops “ I’m finally free ” would not have been okay, shame really.
I’ve barely said five words to Butcher and my dad since, which, as a brother, that doesn’t bode well with my place in the club, but I don’t really know what else to do other than smashing my fist into their faces. They’re always putting me at the bottom of their priorities, and honestly, I can’t hide my disdain. My mama, well, she’s pissed I haven’t been home since I was eighteen. The fact that I’m not at the club much, mainly just to sleep a few nights a week or to attend a big club meeting that is not just for the officers within the club, has made her anger worsen. If I have to attend a club run, Hammer gives me my instructions at the tattoo shop because he knows something is off, he just doesn’t know what.
Butcher and my father know not to speak to me. The trust is broken, and it'll never return. They've ensured it, and at this point in my life, I just don’t know if staying in the club with men I don’t trust fully to have my back is the right idea, which is why I’ve had Hammer do the apartment above the shop.
If I hand in my cut, he’ll be my landlord and boss, and as much as it will pain my mother, that may be the right move for me.
She’s oblivious to everything that has happened, most of the club is, which is why she begged me to build on the lot that has been mine since I was born. She claimed that if I ever had kids, they needed to be on club land, and I gave in just to keep her happy.
A five-bedroom, four-bathroom bungalow near Bullet’s with some surrounding land that I allowed her to decorate and while yes, the deed is in my name, I haven’t had the heart to tell her I’ll never live there. She was so excited, while my dad looked down in shame every time she brought it up.
All the officer brothers are aware I’m looking at moving into the apartment above the shop, but they believe it is more so I can get my experience down and be the best tattoo artist, especially since I’m I’ve just graduated from Art school. The brothers are hoping I’ll return after a few months, whereas Dad and Butcher know the truth.
I’m ready to walk, and the fact that Bethany won’t leave me the fuck alone, threatening any girl that pays attention to me despite her fucking guys at college, is making my decision easier.
After years of putting the club first, I’m ready to change shit up and put myself first for once.
“Oh fuck yes,” I moan as Candy’s ass tightens around my cock, pulsing, and I quickly let go of her hip and reach around her, then shove two fingers into her soaked pussy and bend them slightly. I rub hard and fast in time with my thrusts and moan as her ass squeezes me, her pussy walls pulsing around my digits.
Candy screams, “Yes, Jokester,” as her orgasm takes over, and she squirts all over my hand. I thrust harder in her ass, letting her ride her pleasure out while holding mine off, but as soon as her ass releases me a few seconds later, I quickly pull out of her ass and remove my fingers from her pussy. Then I remove the condom, and without missing a beat Candy turns and takes my cock into her mouth, deep-throating me as her blue eyes lock with mine, and I let go. My cum squirts down her throat, and the woman swallows it while sucking, and I moan, gripping her hair tight.
Candy moves her hands to my ass cheeks and holds me to her as the last drop of my cum leaves me, but she doesn’t let me go, even as my cock goes limp. Instead, she sucks and licks me making me twitch, and I smirk.
“Still horny, Candy?” I ask her as I grip her hair, and she nods as she tries to rub herself against the sheets and continues to suck me.
I chuckle and pull out of her mouth, making her moan, but she soon gasps as I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach, then lift her ass off the bed, and without a second thought, I bend and latch onto her sensitive large clit in between my lips and suck hard making her scream in pleasure as she arches her back and even as she thrashes around. I suck her clit hard, gripping her ass cheeks to keep her in place and within seconds her second orgasm takes over and she squirts into my mouth. I groan as I take her pussy lips and suck, living my best life after missing out.
“Can’t we go again?” Candy whispers from my bed, twirling her hair in her finger, and I chuckle as I do my jeans up.
After I got her off with my mouth, my dick was hard again, so of course, I fucked her pussy this time while fingering her ass, and I didn’t blow my load down her throat until she came at least twice, and yet she’s biting her bottom lip looking at my bare chest like I’m a piece of meat.
I swear the clubwhores are hornier than the brothers.
“No can do. I promised Hammer I’d help him out this afternoon at the shop,” I say as I grab my shirt and put it on before I pick up her dress and throw it her way.
She giggles as it hits her face and quickly puts on the small fabric she calls a dress. I grab my cut, the leather feeling wrong in my hands, and I pause a second, looking at it.
I always wanted this and pictured myself wearing it with pride, but now, just the feel of it in my hands makes me itch.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, handsome,” Candy whispers as she walks past me, touching my ass on her way out and I chuckle as I put the leather on reluctantly before looking around my bare room checking I haven’t left anything behind, knowing I’ll most likely sleep in my tattoo chair again tonight.
Swallowing, I turn and leave my room, locking the door behind me, not that there is anything in there for the clubwhores to fuck around with.
“Bullet, go right, change it up,” Acid shouts from the fight room to my left and I sigh.
I haven’t trained with him in a while, haven’t been to a match and I know I should go in there but I just…. Fuck. Instead of going to see my boys, I turn and walk to the common room.
I don’t want to be here more than I have to, and I also don’t want to lie to my best friends. They think I’m like this because I’m heartbroken, but the truth is far fucking worse.
With my pace set on the front door, I ignore everyone as I enter the common room but before I can make it to the steps, I hear, “Yo, Jokester, Pres needs to see you,” and I groan.
Great.
Gritting my teeth, I turn and give Slick a nod, realizing it was he who spoke, and change my direction.
“Jokester…” I hear Bethany plead as I walk past her near the pool table, intending to ignore her, which she doesn’t take too kindly. She grabs my arm, but I pull out of her grip, even as her nails dig in, cutting my arm, not stopping.
“For god's sake, Bethany!” I hear Louise snap as I walk away.
“What? He won’t talk to me and now he’s screwing the club whores to punish me!” Bethany snaps back as I walk down the hallway to the president’s office.
Of course, because everything I do is to punish a girl I was forced to date.
“Because you two are broken up, and your sleeping around and just having had an abortion may have something to do with it,” Slick replies to her, and several gasps can be heard.
Shaking my head, not surprised, I walk into Butcher's office without knocking, and he and, shocker, my dad look at me.
Butcher sighs, “Shut the door, Jokester,” but I stay where I’m standing in the doorway, cross my arms over my chest, and raise my brow.
“I think I’d rather it stays open Pres. What can I do for you?” I say, and Dad sighs while Butcher looks down for a moment as Louise’s shouted, “What does he mean you had an abortion?!” can be heard.
Butcher shakes his head and leans down before he grabs something beside him and throws it on his desk and it takes everything within me not to lunge at him as anger takes hold when I see the ‘Property of Jokester,’ and my nostrils flare.
“Now I know you want to shout and everything but fuck, Bethany is off the rails again, and you are the only one who can keep her on the leash without me having to send her away and breaking my old lady’s heart like Hammer had to do with Victoria,” he says, and his eyes go to my cut, and he sighs, “I need you to do this, or I need your patch.”
I chuckle darkly, not surprised he’s using my cut and place within the club against me, and my dad rasps, “Son, please. There is shit you don’t know. Bethany, she….”
I cut my dad off, and I snap, “I don’t give a shit about anything that has to do with Bethany! She could be fucking blackmailing you for all I care, but this,” I point at the cut on the desk, “is out of fucking line!”
I feel someone come up behind me, and Butcher quickly says, “Damian,” but I ignore him and the figure I can feel standing behind me, and I growl, “I said fucking no, and this bullying bullshit is fucking done, and so am I!”
Butcher’s eyes widen as Bullet's voice rings out, “What the fuck is going on in here?”
I ignore him and my shocked father, keeping eye contact with Butcher and sneer, “For years you have held this patch,” I slam my fist over my cut, “against me, and for years I haven’t felt like family but still stayed for my best friend and now, that stops.”
Looking down my nose at a man I used to look up to, I remove my cut, not bothering to try and fight for the leather or even see if he means what he says, causing my dad and him to stand as Bullet snaps, “Put that fucking cut back on right now!”
I tilt my head at Butcher, and I state, “I’m no longer a brother,” as I turn slightly and shove my cut into Bullet’s chest, his hands coming up to grab it in shock, and without another word, I turn and leave the office.
“Damian ,” Butcher shouts, and my dad says, “This isn’t fucking happening!”
I ignore them and pick up my pace.
“Sweetheart, where’s your cut?” I hear my mother demand as I enter the common room, and everyone quietens, including Bethany and her mother, from their argument as everyone looks my way. I pay them no attention and lock eyes with Bethany, hers wide with shock.
All she ever wanted was attention, demanding more than she deserved from everyone…
Spoiled, selfish, bitch.
Without breaking eye contact with the girl who has caused all this, I admit to everyone, “I’m no longer a brother. I handed in my cut.”
The brothers roar outrageously as Bullet enters the common room and shouts, “You aren’t handing it in! Get your ass back into the office.”
I shrug his way and look at my mother. Confusion is written all over her, but instead of explaining, I turn and head out. The brothers shout for me to come back, but I ignore them all as I try to figure out my next move while suddenly grateful that I signed a contract with Hammer for my place at the shop and the apartment.