Chapter 26 Sandra
SANDRA
My first real club party. Even from outside of the clubhouse, it’s already pretty wild.
The music is pounding and lights flicker in the windows as people pass back and forth between them.
For all the things I've done with the club, attending one of the infamous Screaming Eagles parties isn't one of them.
Beast, Zero and Piston have decided to rectify that.
Zero holds the door for me, and I step into the wildest crowd I've ever seen. Even back when I was partying like it was my full time job I never went to anything on this scale.
The times I've been brought through the common room, it's been daytime so the most I've seen are a couple of guys shooting pool while a couple of others have been on the couches in the back, watching the big screen TV mounted on the wall.
Tonight, the regular lights are turned off, leaving a mix of stationary and slowly moving spotlights that make it possible to see what's going on, at least enough to move around.
And there's a faint yellow glow behind the blinds of the office that overlooks the common room.
I don't think I've ever seen so many Screaming Eagles in one spot. And it’s not just bikers tonight. There are friends of the club, people from outside who’ve been invited, and sprinkled around the room are a bunch of women wearing not much more than glitter and an attitude.
They are almost exclusively hanging off bikers, pressing up against them like arm candy, or full on making it obvious that they are up for whatever the guys are in the mood for.
Beast pulls me past a big biker with a thick beard who's lost his shirt somewhere along the way.
He's making out with a thin slip of a woman, literally holding her off the ground while she has her arms wrapped around his powerful neck. I've done the same with Beast. I bet she's loving it. Her shirt slips up as we pass, revealing that her ass is completely bare where her biker’s hands aren’t holding. It must be pretty obvious I wasn’t expecting it because Beast chuckles as he leads me to the bar.
"Things can get a little wild, but everyone's into it." Zero leans in to speak in my ear over the music. "The sluts know the score. They don’t get that status until they’ve shown they can handle it, and in return they know we don’t put up with guests who can’t take no for an answer.
The last guy who tried to push his luck ended up on the street holding his own balls. "
I wince, but I don’t hate the message.
The bar is manned by a guy they call Chef, an older biker with a tight mohawk and a red dragon tattooed around the side of his head.
He’s serving drinks with his old lady, Jewel, a pretty lady with deep purple hair to her shoulders.
Chef bumps into her, and I've never heard anyone called an asshole so lovingly before, even over the loud music.
I don't know them, but I've had them pointed out by the guys when we were passing by.
Beast gets Jewel's attention. "Hey. Three beers and something non-alcoholic for our lady."
She waves him off and leans onto the bar so we can speak closer.
"I'm going to assume you want something more specific than just, 'something non-alcoholic.
' ” She puts up air quotes with her fingers and grins.
“We girls have to keep our guys on their toes, before they get too full of themselves.
Any drinks you like? I can probably make just about anything virgin except the people doing the drinking. "
This is new territory for me. I get non-alcoholic beer mostly because it’s the easiest thing to order, but honestly I don’t usually like the flavor enough to bother otherwise. Most of the time I’d rather just have a soda. "What do you suggest?"
"I can do you a no-jito. Lime juice, sparkling water, mint and a little simple syrup. I love them when I'm not boozing it up, and they're great in the heat."
"Sold," I say with a little laugh. Jewel has an easy-going, friendly way about her that's hard not to like. Not sure how she ended up with a sourpuss like Chef, but they seem to get along just fine.
When I get my drink, Piston gets my attention by lifting his bottle.
I have to move past two girls who are making out with each other, to the cheers of the guys around them.
One of them is pulling the already tiny shirt off the other, and I hurry past before I'm accidentally pulled in and start losing clothing too.
I catch a flash of bare breasts before one of the Eagles squeezes past me to join them in a steamy three way kiss.
The guys have managed to reserve some space on one of the couches, and as soon as I put my drink down, Piston pulls me into his lap.
The room is dark enough that unless you’re under a light, people are fairly well hidden, but it’s still bright enough to make out everything that’s happening on the couch right across from us.
One of the club girls—the sluts, as everyone calls them, including themselves—sits between two bikers of her own.
She looks about my age, her hair long and dyed bright red.
I've got Piston below me, Beast on my right, Zero on my left, and a front row seat to the show. She’s making out with first one, then the other biker, back and forth as they caress every exposed part of her skin, which is everything except a pair of very small booty shorts and a crop top that hints strongly at no bra underneath.
"Looks like she's having fun," Piston murmurs in my ear.
I've got jeans and a short top that shows off my little belly button jewel, but I'm positively overdressed in comparison.
That doesn't mean that Piston's warm hands aren't exploring the little flesh I am showing. He nibbles my ear, which feels way more sexual than it usually would if I wasn’t watching the trio across from us.
Zero puts his hand on my thigh. Through the denim, I feel the touch of his fingertips tracing circles around and around. "You ever fuck in public?"
I shake my head, intrigued in spite of myself.
Across from me, one of the bikers has slipped his hands up underneath the woman’s crop top, and is freely exploring her breasts.
We're so close I can actually see as her breathing gets deeper and edges into panting.
She wraps her arms around the neck of the guy in front of her, and the movement lifts her top to expose exactly what's happening.
Mid-kiss, she sucks in a sudden breath when her nipples are squeezed.
I’m not a prude, but this is intimate in a way that I’m not used to.
I turn my head away and focus on Beast, not what’s happening out of the corner of my eye. He flashes that handsome smile of his and laughs softly. "Hey, Angel? You don't mind if our friend here watches, do you? She's a little new to club parties."
Angel disconnects just long enough to grin our way. "That’s why I’m here, honey. Knock yourselves out. You don’t want to play with me, do you?" Her smile is like a big cat that's preparing to eat you alive.
"Uh, no… I mean, you're beautiful, but no, thank you." I'm not sure what the right way to turn down a proposition like that is, but when in doubt be polite.
"Hear that, Rebel?" she says over her shoulder. "I'm beautiful. You better show some respect around me."
He laughs. "I've always said you were fucking beautiful. And you have amazing tits. Both can be true."
She turns her head to kiss him while he's still playing with her breasts. "You say the sweetest things."
And that's when I realize the biker in front of her is taking their momentary pause from kissing to open his fly and pull his cock out. I gasp. Are they really going to—
Piston brings his hands up to cup my breasts through my top. “Shake your head if you’re uncomfortable,” he whispers in my ear. “Nod if you’re still up for playing.”
I nod.
His fingertips find my nipples and encourage them to harden. "No reason for her to have all the fun, right?"
I’ve been to a lot of parties. I’ve even been to a lot of parties that got out of control, but this isn’t out of control, it’s just following completely different rules.
I fidget in Piston's lap, not quite sure where my lines are, but trusting the guys to keep me safe.
My eyes drift back to Angel and her two men.
We might as well not exist as far as she's concerned.
She leans over and takes the unnamed biker's thick cock in her mouth, bobbing her head on it and sucking so hard her cheeks cave around him.
He lets out a deep moan, and runs his fingers through her hair, brushing it out of her face.
Behind her, Rebel is easing her shorts down onto her thighs, pulling her bright red panties with them.
Her panties match her hair, I note. And then both shorts and panties are off, and she's spreading her legs so he can lick her from behind. There isn’t even a hint of shame, and it’s actually really freaking hot. Like watching porn, but better.
Piston slides his hands up under my shirt, cupping me just through my bra. "What do you think, Beautiful? Could you take us like that?"
I have taken them like that, but that's not what he's asking. Could I take them like that, right here?
God, I want to.
I close my eyes, but that doesn't block out the throaty moans and wet sounds of sex no more than five feet away from me. Not daring to open them again, I whisper over my shoulder. "Take my shirt off. But go slow."
"Fuck, beautiful, I can't wait for everyone to see how hot you are. And that you're mine. Ours." His deep voice makes my toes curl.