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questions. Cash’s eyes lit up and his face softened as he realized I was actually considering it. He gave me that damn half-grin, and I realized there was nothing I could do. I loved him too much. And if that meant I had to pleasure every man in that bar, I’d do it.
“All at once. And there are rules. Younger guys, they don’t get certain privileges. They know the rules. You don’t have to do anything, teacup, just be there. And do your best,” Cash said, staring deep into my eyes. I walked back towards him and straddled him in the chair.
“And then we can be together? For real? Officially?” I asked. He nodded. I took his head in my hands and pulled him in, kissing him softly on the mouth. Pulling back, I smiled.
“Okay. Okay, Cash. I can do this,” I said. And I knew it was true.
***
We were standing outside the bar that I had come to know and love so well.
“Teacup, you’re gonna do just fine. You’ll see. Once you’re in, you’re in, and you’ll be taken care of. All our secrets will be your secrets. Every man in the club will have your back. I promise. And you’ll never have to do it again. Unless you want to. Some of our ladies, they like us so much they do it all the time. But you don’t have to and I won’t love you any less,” Cash said as we stood outside the bar.
“But, I mean, there’s just so many…I don’t know…” I said, biting my lip. I looked into Cash’s eyes and thought, for the hundredth time, how strange it was for me to end up here. How did a good, suburban girl like me get involved with a biker gang? And why didn’t I care to find out the answers?
“There’s only ten official members, teacup. And you’ve got two hands, a mouth, a pussy, and an asshole. That’s five ways to pleasure a man. It’ll be over in a jiff. And don’t be surprised if you find yourself not wanting it to end. You might be…impressed by some of the men in there,” Cash said with his half-grin.
I smiled up at him and nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me up the porch and into the bar. The familiar faces of the bar were there, standing around talking in low voices. They straightened up as soon as I entered, and I heard a few wolf whistles. They made me blush, but the men’s eyes on my young body was more exciting, and less threatening, than I’d pictured. They’d rolled a bike into the center of the bar and Cash guided me towards it. I noticed that there was a camera set up and shot Cash a look.
“Need it, baby, for insurance. Sorry. I promise, it’s not getting out,” he said apologetically. I accepted this information without question, as I’d grown used to doing when it came to Cash and the club. I hadn’t been told exactly how it would all work, so I followed Cash’s directions when he told me to get on the bike. I felt the cold leather against my exposed pussy and gasped, which drew some smiles from the crowd. I blushed. Cash took my chin in his hand, pulling my face towards him, then leaned in and kissed me gently.
“Enjoy yourself, teacup,” he said. He turned the key on the bike and it roared to a start; he popped the clutch and set it in neutral. The motorcycle hummed gently beneath me, sending vibrations through my pussy and rubbing against my clit. I felt my eyes half-close as the sensations flowed through me. The saddle was perfectly shaped for me to lean in and expose my clit to the vibrations. I moaned and clutched the seat as I slid down further and then back up, humping the seat.
Through my half-closed eyes, I watched the men around me. They were smiling and nudging each other. One of the oldest men in the group, a man named Wolf who had once helped me learn to throw darts, walked towards the bike and grabbed the handles. He revved the engine and the extra jolt of vibrations made me cry out. My clit was throbbing from the sensations, and I wanted more. I slid up and down on the seat faster; Wolf moved back and
“All at once. And there are rules. Younger guys, they don’t get certain privileges. They know the rules. You don’t have to do anything, teacup, just be there. And do your best,” Cash said, staring deep into my eyes. I walked back towards him and straddled him in the chair.
“And then we can be together? For real? Officially?” I asked. He nodded. I took his head in my hands and pulled him in, kissing him softly on the mouth. Pulling back, I smiled.
“Okay. Okay, Cash. I can do this,” I said. And I knew it was true.
***
We were standing outside the bar that I had come to know and love so well.
“Teacup, you’re gonna do just fine. You’ll see. Once you’re in, you’re in, and you’ll be taken care of. All our secrets will be your secrets. Every man in the club will have your back. I promise. And you’ll never have to do it again. Unless you want to. Some of our ladies, they like us so much they do it all the time. But you don’t have to and I won’t love you any less,” Cash said as we stood outside the bar.
“But, I mean, there’s just so many…I don’t know…” I said, biting my lip. I looked into Cash’s eyes and thought, for the hundredth time, how strange it was for me to end up here. How did a good, suburban girl like me get involved with a biker gang? And why didn’t I care to find out the answers?
“There’s only ten official members, teacup. And you’ve got two hands, a mouth, a pussy, and an asshole. That’s five ways to pleasure a man. It’ll be over in a jiff. And don’t be surprised if you find yourself not wanting it to end. You might be…impressed by some of the men in there,” Cash said with his half-grin.
I smiled up at him and nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me up the porch and into the bar. The familiar faces of the bar were there, standing around talking in low voices. They straightened up as soon as I entered, and I heard a few wolf whistles. They made me blush, but the men’s eyes on my young body was more exciting, and less threatening, than I’d pictured. They’d rolled a bike into the center of the bar and Cash guided me towards it. I noticed that there was a camera set up and shot Cash a look.
“Need it, baby, for insurance. Sorry. I promise, it’s not getting out,” he said apologetically. I accepted this information without question, as I’d grown used to doing when it came to Cash and the club. I hadn’t been told exactly how it would all work, so I followed Cash’s directions when he told me to get on the bike. I felt the cold leather against my exposed pussy and gasped, which drew some smiles from the crowd. I blushed. Cash took my chin in his hand, pulling my face towards him, then leaned in and kissed me gently.
“Enjoy yourself, teacup,” he said. He turned the key on the bike and it roared to a start; he popped the clutch and set it in neutral. The motorcycle hummed gently beneath me, sending vibrations through my pussy and rubbing against my clit. I felt my eyes half-close as the sensations flowed through me. The saddle was perfectly shaped for me to lean in and expose my clit to the vibrations. I moaned and clutched the seat as I slid down further and then back up, humping the seat.
Through my half-closed eyes, I watched the men around me. They were smiling and nudging each other. One of the oldest men in the group, a man named Wolf who had once helped me learn to throw darts, walked towards the bike and grabbed the handles. He revved the engine and the extra jolt of vibrations made me cry out. My clit was throbbing from the sensations, and I wanted more. I slid up and down on the seat faster; Wolf moved back and
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