a chair at one of the small tables, drinking bourbon and shooting the shit with Anchor and the older man’s new lady friend.
“Hey baby,” she purred, sliding onto his lap, “Anything I can do for you?” She made an obscene little show of wiggling on his lap. Anchor and the woman exchanged a knowing smirk. Dawn eyed me as she said, “Unless you’d like Ivy’s company better.”
Gunner’s eyes were locked on her chest. “You’re all right.” He lowered his head and nuzzled between them with a growl. Dawn laughed.
“I’m the best, right?” she said. He grunted an affirmation.She tilted his head up and kissed him, their tongues dancing and tangling for everyone to see. I scoffed and turned back to the bar. Irish was intently watching their little show.
“Really?” I asked him. Dawn still wouldn’t give him the time of day. It only made him try harder to get her attention. At least I’ve been getting more free beer out of it.
He snorted. “She’s gonna fuck him right here.”
My heart sank. There were few things that Gunner - or any of the bikers, really - couldn’t talk me into doing. But I couldn’t fuck them in the bar. Everyone’s got a line they can’t cross, and that was mine, despite knowing that plenty other biker bitches did it, and plenty of college girls passing through would do it, and so on and so on. The room was no stranger to public sex acts, though it hadn’t seen it very much while I was the only bitch there. Maybe it was how I convinced myself that sleeping around the club wasn’t so bad - in my head, if it took place behind closed doors, it wasn’t anyone else’s business. Out in the open air? It was everybody’s business. It was out there for everyone to watch. And what did that make me?
So “no losing your pants at the bar” was my policy and it let me live in just a little denial. Gunner was the only one who really had any complaints about it.
“So trashy,” I said, shaking my head, as if I wasn’t wearing a microscopic miniskirt and tight camisole that barely covered my chest. As if I’d never fucked men ten, twenty years older than me, fucked more than one guy in one night, fucked drunk and high and violent bikers, fucked for cash and favors… At least I’ve stayed off drugs. Mostly. I had a good and healthy fear of that downward spiral.
Sure enough, when I glanced over my shoulder again, Dawn was pulling Gunner’s cock free from his pants and murmuring in his ear. He slid a hand up her skirt to cup her ass and grinned broadly. No undies. Classy. I wanted to get out of there, but I didn’t want to give her - either of them - the satisfaction of making me flee. I didn’t want them to know they were getting to me.
She shot me a triumphant glance as she lowered himself onto his thick member, straddling his lap and facing him. He groaned and gripped the table behind her.
“Feels good, baby,” she said, bouncing slowly. He sank his teeth into one of her breasts, making her gasp. He held her hips and dictated their rhythm. Several of the bikers shouted jeers and curses, cheering them on. I felt my own body responding as I watched. A flush crept into my cheeks, and I squirmed in my seat. Damn them.
“Who else does this for you, baby?” Dawn asked him, running her hands through his hair.
He grunted. “You.”
Their chair creaked ominously. “No one else? Not Ivy?”
“Not Ivy.” He thrust up into her, hard, making her breasts bounce in front of his face. He was completely focused on her and her tits, but she kept shooting me smug little smiles as he fucked her.
I guess the public aspect really did it for him - he was grunting and sweating, and making the telltale groans that meant he was getting close to the end, fast. “Tell me I’m your favorite,” she purred into his ear, “Tell me I’m the baddest bitch here.”
He loosed a long, low groan and held her in place, his cock deep inside, as he shuddered his release. Looking up at her with an