Mayhem Chapter 9 #2
Somehow, without letting me fall out of her, she reached the slipknots and pulled them. As soon as my arms were free, she gave me another freedom. “Then why don’t you take over and show me how you want it?”
Growling like a beast, I rolled her underneath me.
We didn’t stay that way. After getting her there, I pulled out to her cries of denial and attempts to pull me back.
I rolled her again so she was on her stomach, then grabbed her hips.
Yanking her to her knees, Astrid fumbled to get her arms underneath her.
Before she could fully rise to all fours, I parted her ass cheeks, lined myself up with her pussy’s entrance, and thrust into her.
She wailed as I pushed steadily inside until I was entirely engulfed.
Unable to wait, I began thrusting. I was wild, and while I loved her, this was raw fucking.
The way she pushed her hips back to meet mine, she was all for it.
Our cries and the slapping sounds combined with the tingle made another orgasm come upon her rather quickly.
Thankfully, I was more than ready and allowed myself to come with her minutes later.
I swear, Tinker and Haven could probably hear us at their house.
My hips jerked again and again as my cum flooded her vagina.
Astrid wrung me dry of every drop of cum.
Collapsing onto her, I kissed her neck before rolling onto my side to prevent her from suffocating.
No words were needed. We held onto each other and let the afterglow take us.
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It was time for church. Thankfully, I’d come home early and we’d eaten in time to allow us to get a fantastic lovemaking session in.
Well, the first one at least. I planned for another before we went to bed for good tonight.
Though she was a bit tired, Astrid insisted she wanted to come to the clubhouse while we had church.
She planned to hang out with the ladies if any were there.
If not, she would relax and have a drink.
I gave her a deep kiss before going into our meeting. I grinned at the razzing I got from the guys, which I promptly returned to the other guys with old ladies who were doing the same. There was light chatter and joking as we took our seats. That all stopped when Reaper called the meeting to order.
“Alright, the sooner we get started, the sooner this is over. I know we’re all still finalizing the numbers for last month, but I’d like to hear preliminaries,” Reaper announced.
His request was no surprise. This process was what we did during the first church after a month had passed.
It was the second one where the final numbers were discussed, and if changes were needed, those were established.
The order went around the table, with the officers, in descending rank, going first, then the rest of us.
For the guys who worked at a business but weren’t in charge of it, they were asked for their input or questions, just like the manager.
When it was my turn, I made my report succinct.
“The receipts minus the expenses show that we’ll be exceeding last month’s revenue.
By how much, I’m still double-checking, but conservatively, at least a five percent increase.
There’s been no trouble lately…” I paused to knock my fist on the wooden table.
The old superstition was acknowledged in that way.
The hope was that it would ward off bad luck.
Whether it did or not, I did it automatically.
“Great. Are there any staffing-related matters we should be aware of? What about suppliers and stuff?” Reaper asked.
Spawn, as our secretary, was quietly tapping on his laptop, taking notes. The others were listening quietly. No one was zoning out.
“Suppliers are all good. Bills are current. As for staff, we need two. I just found that out today. The ads will go up tomorrow or the next day.”
“Who did we lose? Was it their idea or yours?” Ink asked.
“It was all their idea. We lost Sheri and Mike. They’re moving out of state to be closer to their families.”
“Did they give notice? Had they mentioned it was a possibility?” Pres asked.
“Nope, not a word. If they told anyone else, they never mentioned it. They gave us until Sunday, so six days’ notice.”
This news made several brothers mutter harshly under their breath.
I wasn’t happy about it either. At least if they had given us two weeks, we would have had time to get the word out and start interviewing.
Being down a dancer and a bartender hurt the worst. We’d have to pull overtime to cover them.
“I can help out with the bartender work, but I’m not sure I’ll fit in Sheri’s costumes. And if I do, I’m not going to shave all my body hair off. That shit itches too much when it grows back in,” Ratchet said with a deadpan expression.
It had the desired effect of making us relax and laugh. He was good for comic relief, whether he always meant it or not.
“Christ, I’m gonna hurl. The thought of Ratchet’s hairy and naked body on the stage is criminal,” Gravel muttered.
“Sure it is. I bet you’d be front and center to see this body,” Ratchet said, running his hand down his chest and winking.
The hooting and razzing comments were allowed to continue for a good couple of minutes before Reaper reined us in.
“Okay, ladies, that’s enough. Ratchet, your offer to be a bartender is accepted, provided it’s okay with Mayhem. The offer to dance, no thank you. Our liability insurance policy can’t cover that,” Pres told him with a straight face. Ratchet pretended to pout.
“I can help with the bartending, too, or cover anything Ratchet can’t do of his regular stuff,” Riot volunteered.
“Same for me,” Sandman said.
I knew they’d step up. I’d help as well. The dancing part was the biggest worry.
“I’ll be helping out, so Mike’s shifts should be good.
We’ll offer them to the current staff first, in case they want to earn a bigger paycheck.
It’s Sheri’s dancing that’ll be the most problematic.
I’m not sure if the other girls will be able to cover her nights.
I know some will, but we have no clue how long it’ll take to replace her. ”
“We could use a money incentive if asking doesn’t do it. If that fails, too, then we’ll have to ask for other ideas,” Tinker suggested. He was our money man, so he thought in dollars.
“What if we hold an all-day dance competition for anyone wanting to work for us? Make a big production of it. That way, we can knock out a bunch all at once, and it might attract someone who’s working elsewhere but is reluctant to move.
We offer the best pay, the best work environment, and our safety standards are top-tier.
We need to play that up when we advertise,” Diesel said out of the blue.
“Not a bad idea, but we’ll have to write it up in a way we’ll get their attention.
Not exactly our forte, and we’re all busy.
Hey, do you think Astrid might be willing to work on drafting something for us?
She’s not working right now, but I heard her say she was tired of not being busy,” Maniac suggested. His gaze was steady on mine.
“I can ask her. And you’re right, it needs a woman’s touch. Good idea, VP,” I replied. There were murmurs and nods of agreement from around the table.
With my report done, the next person went. By the time it was at the point of asking for new business, I was antsy. As soon as Reaper asked, my hand flew into the air. Checking around me, I saw no one else had raised theirs.
“Well, it looks like you have the floor, Mayhem. Go ahead,” Reaper directed.
“I’ve got two things. Before Sheri and Mike are gone for good, I want to take Astrid to Virginia Beach this week to get her things that are stored there. I need to know which days work best for my team to cover. We’ll be gone for two days.”
“I’m good all week,” Sandman stated first.
Ratchet and Riot were right on his heels, saying the same thing.
“Thanks, guys. I’ll go on Wednesday and come back on Thursday. That way, I’ll be here for the weekend crowds starting Friday.”
“Do you need anyone to help you load it or drive?” Crusher asked.
“No, she doesn’t have a bunch of furniture since she always lived in berthing on the base or the ship. We’ll take my truck. Thanks, though.”
“That was easily handled. What’s the other thing?” Pres asked.
“It’s regarding someone I want Spawn to check into. He’s a possible problem for Astrid.”
My words caused the guys to stir and lean forward in concentration.
“How?” Ink asked.
Astrid and I had discussed what I planned to ask Spawn to do.
We ended up discussing what I would tell them as the reason.
I assured her I wouldn’t expose her assault, but I’d have to let the guys know that a mission went sideways.
She stunned me when she gave me permission to share with them the fact that she was assaulted.
I asked her twice if she was sure, the last time right before church, and Astrid kept saying yes.
“This is something that Astrid hasn’t shared with hardly anyone, but she gave me permission to tell you guys.
Spawn, you said a lot of her military record was redacted, especially at the end.
The cause for her medical retirement was one of those things not clearly understood.
The reason is that she flew numerous top-secret missions as a pilot.
The last one she was on ended up being a disaster.
“Another pilot refused to follow her, and the other pilots, all men, too, sided with him. He flew them right into the enemy. Two were killed outright when their planes exploded after being hit with anti-aircraft missiles. Astrid and the other three had to eject before their planes crashed or exploded. In their attempt to get to safety, again, the men refused to listen to her, even though she was in command. They were captured.” I hesitated before telling them the worst. They were grumbling, especially Reaper, Lash, and Crusher. They’d all served like I had.
“Go on,” Lash growled.
“The enemy thought they could use Astrid to break the others, assuming her team would hate to see her hurt. The people who captured them wanted information about our forces and other details, the usual. She refused to break. The men with her couldn’t care less if she was hurt.
It wasn’t until their captors moved onto the other three, after torturing her for three days, that anyone broke.
Two died before they could divulge anything.
The bastard who refused to follow her first was the one to tell them shit. ”
“Son of a bitch,” Reaper snarled.
“Luckily, a SEAL team found them soon after, so the information wasn’t passed along.
However, in the escape, the fucker who squealed was killed.
She was the only survivor. It’s been two years.
It’s why they retired her after she healed.
Everything was kept under wraps. Families were told the standard accidental death during a mission tale.
However, now the older brother to the fucker who caused all this is pushing to get answers.
He wants to know how his brother died. And if there were any survivors, he demanded to speak to them.
He’s a former SEAL. Astrid’s commanding officer called to warn her.
He’s doing all he can to prevent the guy from finding out about Astrid.
“I want to know everything we can about him. His name is Radley Baker. His brother was Lt. Commander Rodney Baker. He’s not speaking to her or causing this whole thing to be stirred up.
She doesn’t need to relive the nightmare, not after what his brother did.
Believe me, if the cocksucker were still alive, I’d kill him after torturing his ass. ” I snarled.
The room was silent until Spawn spoke up, “Forgive me for asking, Mayhem, but they raped her, didn’t they?”
Every pair of eyes was trained on me. It looked like they were holding their breath.
I gave a single chin dip. “Yes, they did among the beatings, the broken bones, and whipping her until they left scars. Thank God everyone involved is dead. I won’t allow anyone to bring this horror back to her.
I want this Radley to back off and never pursue it again.
If it takes visiting him one night and a beating to do it, then I’m good to go. ”
Along with offers to help, the chorus of curses was deafening. It took a minute for them to die down. When they did, Reaper was the one to speak.
“Mayhem, you and Astrid will have anything you need. I want you to assure her that we won’t speak of this to anyone, not even our old ladies.
However, I do think that if she does discuss this with them, they can be a support to her.
If she wants, after meeting and getting to know them, she should talk to some of the other women in the other clubs.
Unfortunately, we have too many who can relate to her ordeal.
And if she needs anything and the VA doesn’t provide it, the club will. ”
Tears wanted to well up in my eyes. This was a prime example of how my club supported its members, making it a family that everyone should aspire to have.
“Thanks, Pres, I’ll let her know. I think she might be willing to discuss it one day. Alright, I’ve monopolized the meeting enough. I’m done.”
Reaper was the only one with anything, and he quickly wrapped it up before calling church adjourned. I was one of the first out the door and on my way to my Fury. I wanted to hold her and tell her not to worry. The club would handle Radley Baker and his questions.