4. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Bronx
The little redhead troubled me. Something was off. Sweet girls like her didn’t end up in places like this. From the way Reno stared at the door, I knew he felt the same. Now that she’d left, heading back downstairs, it would be best for us to part ways. I just couldn’t bring myself to toss him out yet. Hell, most people referred to my room as ours. They knew we didn’t bring girls up unless it was together. There were times I wondered if Vegas had his suspicions about us. If he did, he hadn’t tossed us out yet.
“What do you think of her?” Reno asked.
“She’s in trouble. Not sure from what or who, but that girl is running scared.”
He nodded and leaned back against the headboard. “I got that same feeling. Whatever it is, it can’t be good. Not if she came here as a way to escape.”
Who the hell ran to a club of bikers to be a club whore? What happened to her for this to be a better alternative? The possibilities made my stomach knot. Angelic looking woman like her would be like a beacon in the night to predators.
“Not too sure I like the idea of her being passed around the club. She deserves better.”
Reno sighs. “I know. If I didn’t think it would cause her even more problems, I’d say we should claim her. Make her our old lady. We’re going to need one sooner or later.”
He wasn’t wrong. We’d been walking a fine line for the past year. KiKi had been great about keeping our secret, and something told me Ginger would do the same. Didn’t matter. We’d either have to claim an old lady together at some point, or break up. The club wouldn’t let us be together without a woman between us. I’d known it was coming. The thought of Ginger being the one in our bed didn’t bother me. Hell, I’d be lying my ass off if I said it didn’t intrigue me.
“She’s a tiny thing. Think she can handle the two of us?” I asked.
“We’ll be careful. She’s been hurt enough already.”
I went back to bed and crawled in next to Reno, but kept a bit of space between us. Didn’t need anyone bursting in here and coming to the right conclusion. It wasn’t like we could just walk away from the club. If they tossed us out, it wouldn’t be pretty. We’d be lucky to survive the beating we’d receive, not to mention we both had the club colors tattooed on us. Our brothers would burn it off our skin if we left, voluntarily or not.
“Think Vegas will let her stay?” I asked. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t. But the other part… mainly my semi-hard cock, well, that fucker hoped she stuck around. I liked Reno’s idea of having her between us. A little too much.
“Yeah. I think he will. If for no other reason than to see what it will take to make her break.”
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He wasn’t wrong. Vegas was a bit of a wild card, but the man also had a sadistic streak. He liked to move us all around like pawns on a chess board. If he’d taken an interest in Ginger, then he wouldn’t let her go. Didn’t matter if he ever touched her or not. He’d watch the way she interacted with everyone else.
“Your dick is tenting the sheets.”
“I’m aware. Not much I can do about it right now. Can’t risk anyone walking in, or hearing us. It doesn’t feel right to go get Kiki and ask her to hide in the bathroom while we fuck. Not after that sweet girl was in here.”
Reno sighs. “Go get in the shower and yank one out. It’s better than nothing.”
“Fine.” I tossed off the sheet and padded into the bathroom. Before I shut the door, Reno had to get in one parting shot.
“Just think of your cock buried in Ginger’s pussy while I’m pounding your ass. That should help you get off.”
I flipped him off, and the fucker just laughs. I didn’t bother shutting the door. After I turned on the shower and the water heated, I got in and left the curtain open. If Reno wanted to play dirty, I’d gladly give him a show.
Slicking my hand with soap, I stroked my cock from root to tip. Long, firm, slow strokes. Bracing a hand against the wall, I hung my head and closed my eyes. Fuck if I didn’t picture the very thing he’d said. Ginger under me, her eyes wide and expressive as I slid into her tight little pussy. Reno’s fingers in my ass as he prepped me.
I pumped my hips, my cock sliding into my fist, as I imagined it was Ginger I fucked instead of my palm. Her little tits would bounce with every thrust. Then I’d slide in balls deep as Reno entered me. My ass clenched at the mere thought of him fucking me.
I yanked my dick faster and harder, not wanting to prologue this any longer. Anyone could walk in, and then we’d have some explaining to do. Like why Reno was lounging in the bed watching me masturbate. I groaned as I came, thick white ropes of cum splattering the tiled wall.
My chest heaved as I opened my eyes. Except my cock didn’t get softer. If anything, it remained hard as a fucking rock. Why? Because I was now picturing sweet Ginger on her knees with my dick in my mouth.
Fuck my life. I was going to have blue balls before the night was over, all because of a redheaded little vixen.
I glanced at Reno and caught him licking his lips as he stroked his own cock. Mine jerked in response and I wrapped my fingers around it again. This time, we got off together. Not as fun as sucking each other off, or outright fucking, but it was still pretty hot.
“We need a woman,” I said after I came again.
Reno nodded. “We do. And soon. I’m tired of sneaking around.”
“Let’s see what Vegas does with Ginger. Might have to bring her up here several times before we can make a move and ask the Pres if we can keep her. And that’s only if she agrees. She may not want to be a permanent part of a trio.”
He shrugged. “If she doesn’t, we’ll just find someone else. Maybe someone outside the club.”
I wasn’t sure I had enough patience for that. It could take weeks. Months. Hell, maybe even years. No, Ginger was our best bet. I only hoped I could convince her we were the best shot she had at surviving this place.
I’d do anything to make her ours.
Ginger
Leaving Bronx and Reno made me nervous. I stood in front of Vegas again, trying not to fidget. The man intimidated the hell out of me, mostly because he had the power to ruin my life. Well, not entirely ruin it. Just mess it up more than it already had been.
“Did Bronx and Reno give a report?” Vegas asked his VP.
“They seemed pleased with her. Any other tests you want to give her?”
Vegas slid his gaze over me. “Take her into the main part of the clubhouse. Strip her then put her on the table. Let’s see what the others make of her.”
I could do this. I had to. I fisted my hands at my sides and took a calming breath. I’d thought Houston was going to walk me out of here, but I was wrong. He reached out and started removing my clothes, leaving only my shoes on. Then he tossed me over his shoulder and walked out of the office.
I glanced up at Vegas and saw him smirking as I was carried away like a sack of potatoes. I didn’t know what to expect when I got out to the main area. Whatever happened, I’d endure it. I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to survive. Besides, I’d been through much worse.
Houston eased me down onto my feet and I looked around. A few people were watching us, but most hadn’t spared me a glance. He pointed to the table. “Lie back. Knees bent and spread open.”
I hurried to obey, thinking I was grateful he at least hadn’t tied me down. Not that I planned to run. He snapped his fingers at a man, who rushed over.
“You need something VP?”
“Prospect, we have a new club girl to break in. Make sure she’s prepped.”
Houston took a step back and folded his arms, keeping an eye on us. The one he’d called Prospect dropped to his knees and placed his hand on my inner thighs. Spreading me open even wider, he leaned over and ran his tongue up my slit. My eyes went wide when I realized what the VP had meant.
The guy between my legs parted the lips of my pussy and tongued my clit. It only took a few strokes before I was coming. He thrust his tongue into me, pumping it in and out several times before he backed off. What the hell was going on? My gaze shot over to Houston. But he was watching the man and not me.
“I don’t have lube on me, VP,” the guy mumbled.
Houston reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube then tossed it to the guy. He slicked his fingers and worked them in and out of my pussy, stretching me, and make sure I was nice and slick.
“Turn over, Ginger,” Houston said. “Ass in the air.”
I did as he commanded and the other guy parted my ass cheeks then lubed that hole too. I winced. He wasn’t very gentle and didn’t seem to know what the hell he was doing since he just jammed his fingers into me. It felt like at least two. Maybe three. He worked them in and out, then added more lube and did it again.
“Get the bowl of condoms and bring them over,” Houston told the other man. He rushed off to do the VP’s bidding. I remained on my hands and knees on the table, ass in the air, since he hadn’t told me to move yet.
Houston kicked a chair closer to the table and sprawled in it. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out. When the prospect returned, he took a condom and rolled it down his shaft then crooked a finger at me.
“Ride me. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
I got off the table and hurried over to the VP. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I started to straddle his lap, but he shook his head, stopping me.
“It’s not your cunt I want. Slide your ass down on my cock.” I swallowed hard, knowing this was going to hurt since I wasn’t ready. “You ever come with a cock in your ass?”
“No, Sir.”
He growled softly. “I like that. No, Sir. Keep it up, Ginger. You’re pleasing me already.”
I held onto the table as I got into position, then I reached back with one hand to guide him between my ass cheeks. I took a deep breath and let it out before lowering myself a little. Sweat broke out on my brow as the head of his cock breached me.
Houston placed his hand on my belly, then slid it down between my legs. He spread me open and swirled his fingers over my clit in a light stroke. I moaned and closed my eyes a moment, lowering myself onto his cock a little more.
“That’s it. Be a good little whore and take all of this dick.” As he worked my clit, I took more and more of him into my body. When my ass met his lap, I knew I had every inch inside me. Houston kept stroking my clit, and my nipples were rock hard from how turned on I was. He leaned forward, his chest pressing to my back. “Ride me. You don’t stop until I come. Understood?”
I nodded and lifted slowly before lowering myself again. It took a few strokes before I found my rhythm. With two fingers on my clit, and three from his other hand shoved inside my pussy, it wasn’t long before I was riding a wave of bliss. I’d never known I could enjoy sex until I’d met these bikers.
I rode him harder, taking him as deep as I could. I heard him grunt and he lifted his hips. Suddenly, he jerked his fingers free of my pussy and I found myself bent over the table as he pounded into my ass, taking what he wanted. But I was already close to coming, and I let go, letting the tidal wave of pleasure pull me under.
Houston pulled out and smacked my ass cheek. “Good girl. I think you’ll do just fine here.”
He no sooner stepped away than another man took his place. They fucked me for hours, and my pussy and ass hurt by the time the girls were wandering down the hall to their room. The President lifted me off the table and threw me over his shoulder. I didn’t know where we were going, and I was too exhausted to care. My legs wouldn’t hold my weight any longer, and all I wanted to do was soak in some hot water and sleep. Not necessarily in that order.
Vegas tossed me onto a bed, and I bounced. I shoved my hair out of my face and looked up at him before checking out the room. The other club whores stared at me in curiosity.
“Get some sleep, Ginger. I want your ass naked and ready to serve by the time the sun is up. Understood?”
“Yes, Vegas.”
He grunted, turned on his heel and walked off. The other women turned away from me and laid down on their beds. I didn’t know what it would take to become friends with them, but I sure hoped I could. But even if I didn’t, I was still better off than I’d been before. Multiple orgasms! I hadn’t realized it was truly a thing.
Until now.