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~ A Summer House Party ~ (NSFW)

Lukas laughed lightly at Paige’s (@AndNich123 ) last little outburst. “Nah, you don’t look like a Moonbeam.” He paused for a moment. “Though you were kinda acting like one there for a sec. But no, I’d say …” He sipped a little beer as he looked at the girl’s face carefully. “… you look like a Paige. The name suits you.” Another pause. “It’s pretty.”

The biker changed subjects, going back to something else the girl had said. “What am I doing here? I’m part o’ this Club babe, sort of a … member at large I guess you could say. Go where I want, or sometimes where they need me. I know guys in this Chapter and one of ‘em told me you might be lookin’ for me; I was in the neighborhood, so decided to drop by.” He shrugged. “I’m pretty sure I told you most o’ this before, but maybe you didn’t hear me.” He grinned. “You were moaning kind of loud after all.” Then the biker quite openly shifted his gaze for a moment to check out Paige’s breasts; as he looked back into her eyes his grin broadened. “With lungs like those, I shoulda guessed you were a singer; pretty good one too, or so they tell me.”

Lukas had a little more beer. “So how ‘bout you babe? What brings a nice girl like you to a place like this?” The nomad took a moment to look away and gesture at the people around them, as if they were somehow a small bubble of normalcy amid all the swirling chaos; as he continued his voice stayed friendly but his eyes focused directly on hers. “Lookin’ for a guy like me?"
 
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( @greybishop ) Deke. It had to be him. She remembered him taking her picture with Amanda. The sneaky son of a bitch. He had sent it to him. Of course, there was an ulterior motive. People like him didn't do anything without a motive. She blushed a dark shade of red at his comment about moaning. That was certainly one thing she did remember from that night.

She needed courage, but she knew it wasn't at the bottom of the cup she was holding. "What if I said yeah? What if I said I was looking for a guy like you? What if I said I was looking for you?" How in the world was she going to explain to him that a psychic told her to find him? Certainly, he would think she was crazy. Still the subject, the why, was bound to come up. "Somebody told me to find....a guy named Lucas. Said he would change my life. So I came here searching and look at what I found. You." Finally, she took a sip from the cup, if for no other reason than to give a moment of silence between them. "A lot of that night is....a blur. I drank way too much, danced way too much, and we....well, I know what we ended up doing. I even remember all the wheres we ended up doing what we did. I just didn't remember your name. Hell, I'm not even sure you told it to me, but you say you did. So I guess you did," she laughed, feeling herself relax a bit. "Of all the farmhouses in the world, you end up here. I knew you were a biker, but I didn't know you were affiliated with this MC. Of course, I knew you were a biker. Again she blushed. Your bike, your sweet ride, is one of the places we...well....I'm sure you remember, seeing as how you remember way more about that night than I seem to. Care to fill me in....on that night?"
 
The expression on Lukas’ face as he listened to Paige (@AndNich123) wasn’t happy but also didn’t seem angry either; it might have been surprise mixed with a little concern, but there was no way for the girl to really tell. Then, after a few moments of quiet between them, the biker shook his head and his expression brightened. “You were really that wasted, huh? But yeah, you liked it best when I bent you over my bike and … got a little rough with you.” His grin broadened. “Or at least that’s when you moaned the loudest. But as for the rest of it …” Now he seemed happy. “It’s for me to know and you to find out. Maybe.” Then Lukas stepped closer to Paige, took one of her hands in his and gave her arm a gentle tug as he turned. “C’mon, let’s go find someplace a little quieter …”

The biker led the girl through the crowd and soon enough they were walking in the tall grass back behind the stage, away from the farmhouse. Dusk was falling but it was still easy to see the big black helicopter parked off to their right. As they went by Lukas glanced at the bird and then shook his head, looked at Paige and laughed. “I heard some kids flew out here in that thing. What the hell, right? All the Ubers were booked tonight or something?”

Eventually the pair arrived at the edge of the field, where trees started just beyond a narrow irrigation ditch that was still full of water. Someone had dug out a pond along the ditch at one point and as they got closer they could hear the plops of frogs jumping into the weeds to hide from them. An old wood and metal bench with a back and armrests sat next to the pond; it hadn’t been painted in years, but was still in decent shape. Lukas sat down about a third of the way from one end and if Paige wanted to join him she could either sit right next to the biker or else tuck herself into the opposite corner.

Lukas leaned back and rested one arm on the top of the bench; after a sip of his beer he grinned and started talking. “So somebody told you to find me. Lemme see if I can guess, hmm …” He seemed to think for a moment and then went on. “So one night you an’ your friend Moonbeam were doin’ shots, and after tellin’ her about our night together girlfriend decided to light some candles and break out her Ouija board. An’ then the spirits spelled out Lukas and Ranch for you, and here you are. Was your somebody something like that babe?” While the biker’s words might have sounded harsh, his tone was light and there was definitely a grin on his face too; it seemed as if he was trying to tease not mock her. Or maybe he was really just curious, it was hard to say.

Then the biker leaned forward some, so he could put his cup down and rest his elbows on his knees; after staring at his hands for a second Lukas tilted his head up to look at Paige. “And this Lukas is gonna change your life too, huh?” He paused for moment as he looked her over. “You don’t look pregnant babe, but you’re sure actin’ like it.”

The biker picked up his beer and leaned back, again resting an arm on the bench’s back. And as he took another sip from his cup, Lukas just looked at Paige with that same not happy but not angry either expression, while he waited to hear what she had to say …
 
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Erel shimmied and shook her full breasts for the crowd as she was instructed, her mind was wandering a bit as she danced around, tapping the tambourine.

Then she headed to the keyboard looking it over before selecting a nice beat to go with their song and tried to remember how to play before hesitantly playing a few notes.

Once the set was completed Erel was happy and then Chase and Trey gathered around her chain and led her away. She was hopeful that her night was about to get some excitement and maybe her own release at last.
@xavierrol
 
She gave ( @greybishop ) him an affirming nod when he inquired about just how wasted she had been that night. Though the events that took place once the beer began to flow were a blur, what transpired before that was still crystal clear. She had found information that concerned her father, and to say it was horrible was an understatement. It was life-altering in fact. Her ability to cope wasn't up for the taste, and so she had turned to beer. To be honest, she had turned to a party much like this one where the beer was, as was Lucas. That's how that night began, and as he made mention of where it went, of how far it went, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She had thrown a drink on a guy for treating women the way he did, and yet the memory of being bent over his bike, taken, and taken well at that, from behind was vivid in her mind. She had ravished him holding her hair, pulling it even, as he took her exactly how he wanted to. The fact her body was nothing more than a vessel for him to find sexual pleasure within was something she marveled at, and now he was here.

She put up zero resistance as his hand took her own and he began to lead her away. He didn't need to lay a finger on her to get her to follow him. They traipsed through the tall grass, creating a path where one did not exist, leading them behind the stage and close to the helicopter. She grinned as he mentioned the kids being flown in. "Yeah. Imagine that. Some people actually arrived at this party in that thing. I'm glad I didn't bring a purse tonight. I would have left in there when I go off tonight." It wasn't necessary to let him know she had been one of those who had been on board. She wanted him to know she was able to afford to do so, that she was of that status, that she was one of the ones that had arrived there that night in style.

The closer they got to the edge of the field, the sounds of the being in the country grew louder. Crickets, frogs, and even a few fireflies could be seen. It was surreal and beautiful. He took his seat, and she watched him as if she were still trying to decide if he was real or not. His words made her shake her head slowly. She waited for him to finish. His gaze was intense, pulling her in, drawing a pit in her stomach, and yet Paige could not look away. "You're kind of right. She's not a girlfriend. She's a psychic in town. I pay her to give me advice. Everybody has a weakness," she began, moving slowly closer towards him. "For some it's beer. For some it's women, fast cars, bikes even," she grinned as she slowly sank down before him, one hand on each of his knees. "For me it's psychics. Can't help it. She told me to find someone named Lucas, and here we are. I'm not pregnant. Surprising really with how many times you filled me up that night." Her teeth drew in her bottom lip at the sound of the words coming from her own lips. "I have no idea how you could change my life, but I'm open to finding out. I am wide open Lucas." Her eyes glanced down quickly, only for a few seconds, before meeting his again. She shifted until she was resting on her knees now, her hands still on his knees. Leaning in closer, she wanted to taste his lips, but she held back. He knew what he wanted, and she knew he was capable of getting exactly what he wanted. "So the question is Lucas, are you open to finding out as well? The call is yours'. I'm up for whatever you have in mind."
 
Chase and Trey paraded Erel @Flutterby through the crowd where she was met with high fives and low gropes of her tits and ass as if she were a free use girl. Chase kept a consistent tug on her chain to keep anyone from getting much more than a cheap feel, but still several dozen sets of hands were laid on her between the stage the edge of the party leading out to where the band's Willys wagon was parked. Erel was a bit of a mess from being passed around, this concerned Trey slightly but Chase not at all. The wagon was nearly empty with most of the band's equipment out on stage. An old unused combo amp was the closest thing to a seat in the dimly lit back. "Have a seat." Chase said, practically pushing her down on the amp heard enough to make her boobs bounce when her bare bottom hit the rough surface. The amp certainly wasn't going to be comfortable, its only real virtue was that if she were to lay back, her body would be at the perfect height for sucking and fucking.

"Heads or tails?" Chase asked as he dug a coin out of his pocket. Trey looked at Erel with a small amount of guilt, he wasn't used to treating girls like Chase did but he was eager to get his dick wet again. He had been a bit envious of the guy she had sucked off so he eagerly said "heads". Chase looked at Erel, "I think you know how this goes, so why don't you go ahead and lay back so I got somewhere for this quarter to land".
 
Lukas looked at Paige (@AndNich123) for a long time as she knelt there, his features flat as if he was lost in thought. Then a sad little smile crossed the biker’s lips as he brushed a stray lock of the girl's hair back behind her ear, then leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn’t a chaste kiss by any means but also wasn’t fiery and full of passion either, and ended rather quickly. Then he took her wrists, leaned back and gently tugged and cajoled her to join him up on the bench; “C’mon, sit up here for a sec, so you can listen to me.”

Once Paige joined Lukas the biker again did something that might have been considered odd. Instead of wrapping his arm around the girl, he sort of guided her down into the opposite corner, where his outstretched hand could just rest on one of her slender shoulders; his grip was light and his strong fingers began gently working her trap as he spoke to her. Was he trying to keep her at a distance, or hold her where he could look at and touch her as he talked? Someone looking on would have been hard pressed to say which was the case, and maybe the biker didn’t know either …

“When we met, I could tell there was something special about you.” He laughed a little and it sounded genuine. “I know that sounds like a line, but since we’ve already … y’know, more than once, I think you know it ain’t. Especially since I remembered your name.” He paused for a second as if to let that sink in and then went on. “I don’t know what it is exactly. You’re smart sure, and I don’t just mean book smart. Seem to have prospects too …” He took a sip of beer with his free hand before he went on.

“Anyway, even smart people only know what they know. I may seem a little different from other guys who wear these …” he glanced down at this colors “…and not just ‘cause my bottom rocker says Nomad. I get that. But at the end of the day …” he shrugged “… we’re all brothers. We all wear this patch …” he put his beer down and tapped at a small, black cloth diamond stitched onto his vest just above his left breast pocket; it was trimmed in white and simply said ‘1%’ in small white letters that had been smeared with something dark at one point. “… ‘cause that’s who we are. You know what it means right?”

He had another sip of beer and then his eyes locked back onto hers. “You’re wide open to me changing your life, huh? So let me tell you exactly what that’d mean.” He chuckled a little. “It’s not a lot, but pay attention. First, the only real rule: you never talk about Club business outside the Club with anyone, especially the cops, forever. If you do, the Club will … not be happy and let you know it.” He went on in a matter of fact way.

“Second, you don’t need to work for the Club yourself if you don’t want to, but if I need your help with work you’ll give it to me, no questions asked. Another easy one.” He paused for a moment before he continued.

“And lastly, more of my own personal rule. When we’re alone together like this, you’ll also do whatever I say, no questions asked.” His voice finally softened a little as he gave her shoulder a little squeeze and a grin crossed his lips. “You seemed to like that last time, even though you’d don’t seem to remember much about it. But there were no cuts and bruises on you, no broken bones either the morning after right? Well, except maybe on your knees. I mean sure, parts of you might'a been a little sore, but hopefully in a good way …” His eyes were bright as he looked into hers with the grin on his face, but then his expression grew more neutral again.

“So know that you know all that smart girl, you still want to be with me, ride with me? You still up for whatever I have in mind?”
 
That kiss. It came quickly, somewhat unexpected, and completely welcomed. She was guided to sit on the bench with him, and Paige was fully aware that she was floating. She listened to him, slowly realizing exactly how he was going to change her life. Her eyes glanced to the 1% that he wore. 1%. Family. Brothers. All there for one another. She didn't have much in the way of good experiences to go on where family was concerned. Her mother was the closest thing to a good experience, and as work consumed her life, she was becoming less and less of a figure. Paige knew she could literally live her life any way she pleased, and her mother would be oblivious. She liked it that way, yes, but the connection, the human connection, was missing. Until now.

"Don't talk about fight club," she whispered, smiling broadly. "I get it. Nobody needs to know anything about what goes on within the club. I can understand that. That's not too difficult to grasp or keep to myself. Who am I going to tell after all?" The question was real. She had left all her friends behind. It was just her and her rapidly disappearing mother. Fred? Fred was a means to an end. She was a way to get here to this party, to this point. She wanted to be friends, maybe, but Paige kept her friends, she kept everyone at a distance. It was easier that way. You can direct them where you want them to go that way. They don't get too close. They don't see what you don't want them to see, but Lucas? He was something of a mystery, not just in the sense of who he was, but the simple fact that he had managed to waltz right through any and all walls Paige kept up all the time.

"Working for the club? You mean slinging beer to horny people like Maddy? Hell, I can do that. If you're talking about something a little more....hardcore....well then, we'll just have to talk that out. I did a few things to help out my friend Prescott back home. She did some dealing back there and would need help moving product. Nothing special." She pursed her lips, languishing whether or not to continue with the thoughts that were heavy on her mind. She turned her gaze towards him. It was a gaze that had stared straight out while she took in all that he was saying and sorting out how she felt about it. "The third rule, the more personal one, about doing whatever you ask. I have no problem with that. What I do wonder about, what is weighing on my mind right now, is will you ever ask me to do anything....with someone else....for the club? Will I ever be called on to....satisfy someone else if it benefits the club?" What she didn't tell him was the thought of that happening both frightened her and aroused her. She couldn't help but think that maybe her body would be nothing more than a vessel to help the club, to help Lucas, get what they wanted or needed. Another man's hands touching her. No feelings between the two of them. Just....sex.

She had to look away for fear that he might see it in her face, in her eyes. "So am I ready to ride with you?" She wanted to scream yes, but something, some unseen force kept her back. "The question is, do you want me to ride with you? If you do, then everything I have is at your, at the club's, beckon call. You guys need cash? Let me know. You want your product moved, assuming there is the product," she continued, flashing him a knowing look. "Then talk to me. Heck, I'd even reach out to Prescott if you wanted. She's got some reach. Not much considering she's just a small-town girl, but I could see what we could make happen. She and I always did have fun together." Again she gave him another knowing look. "Am I a risk, taking someone like me into this family you have? What will your brothers say?"
 
Chrystal looked at Fred (@CasualVelociraptor) with mild curiosity as the young Swede asked her question. Then the older woman took a drag from her cigarette, slowly turned her head and exhaled some smoke, and then went on to pick a small fleck of something from her lower lip. Only when all that was done did Chrystal reply.

“Now why, exactly, do you want to help tend bar tonight little girl? And why, exactly, should I let you tend my bar?” The older woman once again looked at the young pilot with mild curiosity as she waited for some sort of answer …
 
Paige (@AndNich123) could see, hear and feel Lukas relaxing for some reason as she answered him; he actually chuckled at her Fight Club comment and the fingers on her shoulder got even gentler as she talked. There was definitely a smile on his face when she finished, and he shook his head and laughed as he replied. “Whoa there crazy, this ain’t gonna happen all at once. There’s a … I guess you could call it probation for awhile just like with the prospects, though it’s even more … informal I guess for old ladies. For starters you’d just be ‘with me,’ sort of like a hang around before he’s voted in as a prospect.” He thought for a minute. “But you'd definitely be more than just another pass around, an’ no one’d treat you that way unless you acted like one.”

The biker finally leaned back and picked up his beer; after another sip he went on. “An’ no ones gonna ask you for help like you mentioned right away either, though I’ll keep it in mind; that sorta … initiative from the girls is always appreciated. Nah, for tonight just helpin’ out at the bar would be plenty, but only if you want to get to know the other gals.” He shrugged. “If you were with a guy from this Chapter that’d be a good idea, but since I’m kinda a freelancer for the Club …” He shrugged again. “Though that kinda thing never hurts; I like to stay on good terms wherever I go. But it’s really up to you.” His face grew a little more serious again as he turned to her final questions.

“As far as you ever being … called on to satisfy someone for the Club goes … well yeah, stuff like that does come up from time to time, but it’s pretty rare. And usually the chick’s old man has a say, maybe even her too if he wants it; it’s not like we have a shortage of women around here, an’ that’s what pass arounds are for. So yeah, it could happen I guess; like I said, whatever I say, no questions asked. But I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

Lukas paused for a minute before he finished. “So if that’s it for your questions, let’s get started babe.” He stood and held a hand out to Paige exactly like the chivalric ‘knight of the road’ he wasn’t, and after she took it he led the girl away from the bench. But instead of heading back towards the stage and farmhouse the biker turned and walked her into the trees, not going very far at all until they came to a little clearing; they were out of sight but could still hear the faint buzz of the party and canned music playing while the band was on break, along with the sounds of nearby crickets and frogs. Gaps in the trees let rays of the setting sun penetrate to where the pair stood, and also promised to let in starlight and the moon later on since the sky was clear. Lukas stopped and turned to Paige.

“This’ll be fine. Take off your clothes and give them to me. Any underwear you have on and your shoes and phone too.” He gestured at a thick tree. “Then press your back up against that, the palms of your hands too.” If Paige did as the biker instructed she’d be standing there nude in the soft grass, looking away from the farmhouse into the depths of the surrounding woods; Lukas just stood there with his arms crossed, waiting ...
 
Old ladies. She rolled her eyes at the words. It conjured thoughts of women far past their prime, wrinkled, still clutching a beer, a cigarette, and far too tightly to their lost youth. She was far from that, but she understood it was just terminology, semantics really. Nothing more.

( @greybishop ) He explained further about this process, this rabbit hole, she was falling into. No. This rabbit hole she was jumping into. It was as if he was giving her every chance to say no, to back away, if she wanted to. The truth that was behind her eyes and her sealed lips was one she didn't want to let him know about, at least not yet. Perhaps later on, but tonight was not the night. Working at the bar, following his orders, it all seemed to be things she could do. In fact, she didn't have a problem with any of it. The rest would remain a locked secret, for now.

'let’s get started babe'

With those words, he rose, and his hand was out to her, beckoning her, calling to her. She slipped hers' into his and was soon on her feet, walking into a situation she had no idea of what it would be. He was the light, and she was the moth, drawn into the flame, daring to get burned. The turn in direction didn't register as a red flag. Why should it? Even as they entered the clearing, no red flags were raised, no alarms were going off inside her head. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She felt serene. The soft hues filtered in, creating this beautiful, natural space. It was a bubble compared to the chaos of the party. It was a bubble that was soon popped at his words. She turned quickly, her eyes wide, clearly stunned by what he was asking of her, by what he wanted from her. His words came back to her. ' When we’re alone together like this, you’ll also do whatever I say, no questions asked.' Swallowing hard, she didn't nod, nor did she speak. With her gaze still fixed upon his, she began to unbutton the jean shorts she had on. One simple silver button and they gave way. The zipper slid down with ease. A slight movement from her hips and they released their hold on her body and fell down her legs, ending up as a pile on the ground. Her fingertips gripped the hem of her tee-shirt and pulled it upwards until he disappeared from sight. The fabric cleared her sight, and there he was again. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was certain he could tell. Now she stood before him, clad only in her silk bra and panties. Simple. Understated. Black. When she dressed for the evening, anyone seeing what she wore underneath was never a thought, and yet here she stood. Her fingers reached to the clasp between her breasts, fumbling slightly as her nerves were starting to get the better of her. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself for the task at hand. Never let them see you falter. One lesson from mother that she always tried to uphold. He would not see it again she vowed. Letting her arms fall slightly back, the garment slipped from her body, landing without a sound on the ground. Just the silk panties kept her last bit of skin covered from his eyes. Never let them see you falter. Her fingertips took hold of the soft material, and her thumbs dipped underneath, grazing her skin. A deep breath, determination in her eyes, she bent over and pulled them down until they were pooled around her ankles with her shorts. She rose, making sure her eyes met his before stepping free from her clothes. Using the opposite foot, she slipped her shoes off, allowing her bare feet to touch the soft grass, absorbing the warmth from the ground as she stepped. Of course, she still had to give him her clothes. With a slight smirk on her face, she turned her back to him and bent over to pick them up. Her backside nearly saluting him, she gathered up the garments and turned to give them to him. "My phone is in the back pocket. I didn't bring anything else."

It was all she said before moving towards the tree. For the first time, a hint of doubt crept into her mind. Her back pressed up against the tree. The rough bark was a stark contrast to the soft grass. It dug into her skin slightly. If she was honest, she liked it. In fact, she pressed her back a bit harder into it. 'What if he's setting me up for something terrible? What if he wants to hurt me and leave me out here for dead?' It was a valid concern. He could do anything he pleased out here, and no one would hear a thing. There was no telling how long it would take for her mother to even realize she was missing. It was a risk, a huge risk. Her hands gripped the tree as she stared out into the abyss, away from the farmhouse and its maddening chaos. This was a risk she felt was worth taking.
 
Erel followed the guys @xavierrol trying to wrest away from the groping hands Chase was much more gruff with her than he had been when they first hooked up in the pool. Trey was giving her concerned glances but didn't speak up against his buddy dragging her through the crowd .

Chase roughly shoved her down on top of an amp and it hurt her ass a bit and jostled her breasts. When Chase had asked Trey heads or tails she was slightly nervous, Trey said heads and Chase ordered her to lay back on the amp so she did as he demanded, she was starting to worry about what exactly she had gotten herself into here.
Looking at Trey a moment before turning her gaze to Chase she bit her lower lip, wishing she could read their minds . She gave a soft sigh and awaited her fate.
 
Chrystal snorted when Amanda (@CasualVelociraptor) finished speaking. “For someone who talks so much, so don’t say a hell of a lot do you?” She took another drag on her smoke and then went on. “So I doubt you get along with Deke. But that blonde airhead …” Chrystal tilted her head towards the bar, “… yeah, that I can believe. Two peas in a fucking pod.”

The older woman scrutinized the young Swede for a second before she continued. “But I ain’t running a dating service little girl. And I sure as shit ain’t your great aunt Gertrude, lookin’ to find you a fucking Prince Charming to start squirting out babies with.” Chrystal shook her head as she smirked. “So what else you got to offer me, hmm? You say you want to help the Club out, but how exactly are you gonna do that? By lettin’ guys lick shots off’a those little tits a yours for five bucks a pop? That your idea of customer service? Great … that’ll bring in a whole extra twenty bucks by the end a the night.” Chrystal stubbed out her cigarette then lit another, as she again looked at the young pilot with an amused expression on her face waiting for an answer ...
 
Lukas looked at Paige (@AndNich123) impassively as she stripped off her clothes and handed them to him; maybe it was because he’d seen it all before and more, even if she didn’t remember most of that. After she’d pressed her bare back against the rough bark of the tree he just nodded. “Good start. I knew you were a smart girl; let’s see if you stay that way.”

The biker stepped a little closer and kept his eyes on hers as he calmly went on; the fact she was standing there completely nude didn’t seem to interest him in the least. “If you move away from that tree I walk.” He held her things up a little for a moment. “Maybe you’ll eventually find these, but probably you won’t. Then you can walk too, back to the farmhouse just like you are now.” He paused. “I bet all the drunk high school boys would love to help you, and help themselves to you if that happened, so you’d get home again. Eventually.”

And with that Lukas walked out of the clearing with Paige’s things, back in the direction of the little pond and bench. For a short while she could hear the crunch and rustle of his boots in the undergrowth but soon enough that sound faded, leaving her with only the distant sounds of the party and the occasional insect or critter to listen to, clad in nothing but the warm, humid early evening air and with only the fireflies and her thoughts for company …
 
Chrystal started laughing before Amanda (@CasualVelociraptor) even finished talking, and there were tears in the older woman's eyes once the young Swede was all done; it actually took Chrys a few minutes to catch her breath and she had a couple of swallows of her drink as she regained her composure. "Ah Fred, I do have to say. Besides being a pain in the ass and dumber than dirt, you are one funny bitch." Chrystal wiped her eyes, had some more of her drink and then explained the facts of life to the young pilot.

"Do you think you're applying for a job in a clothes store at the mall? Or maybe at some fucking McDonald's? We're an outlaw motorcycle club little girl. Do you know what that is? I'm pretty sure you have 'em in Sweden, but if not look it up on that fancy phone your daddy bought you." Chrystal took another sip of her Jack and Coke and kept on talking.

"We don't give a shit about your school schedule, or your fucking energy, or that you know how to send out bills. The only thing a little girl like you has to offer us is the hole between your legs, and being willing to spread 'em when we say so." Chrys waved a hand in the air dismissively as she went on. "Yeah, yeah I heard all about your daddy's precious helicopter. But it's our helicopter now, you just don't know it yet. You might wanna ask Deke about that."

"So if you're done wasting my time with your resume bullshit, feel free to try'n get between Madison's legs from the other side of the bar like everyone else. Or shake that skinny ass o' yours at some o' the high school boys instead; I'll bet there's plenty o' them that'd be more than happy to fuck all your little holes for you." The older woman lifted her drink and pointed at Fred. "You want any more free advice, call your great aunt Gertrude back in Sweden." And with that Chrystal simply walked away from Amanda.
 
Chase flicked the quarter up into the air, it flipped head over tails as it arched up and the downward. It fell just above Erel's (@Flutterby ) navel showing a head but then bounced on her taut belly and flipped to tails. "Too bad." Chase said victoriously as he moved towards Erel's face. "You probably wanted to make out or something didn't you?" He asked Trey as if he didn't know how to treat a girl like Erel. "I already fucked her pussy, I want that mouth now." He said, looking down at his obedient little slut as he opened his pants and let his already hard cock spring out. "Hungry?" He asked as he stood over her as she laid back on the top of the amp. His balls dangling heavily just over her lips. She would smell his musky scent though the pool water had washed most of her essence off of him.

Trey took her knees, spreading her legs, exposing her already twice fucked pussy but eager for another go. He might actually last longer this time. He had shared a few girls with Chase before but never one as eager as Erel, though Chase only seemed to get worse the more compliant the girls were. He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, rubbing her clit with it, at least offering some foreplay before he plunged back into her.
 
Erel watched the quarter make it's path and looked disappointed when it flipped off of her stomach and landed on tails, she watched Chase @xavierrol as he moved to her face and Trey moved between her thighs, her expression changed like a snap and she glanced down at Trey with a small grin.

She looked up at Chase and her inner brat emerged, she was trying to contemplate if she wanted to refuse him or give him a little bite, when Trey was being nicer she was so done with Chase being a dick literally.
If Chase bothered to look at her face instead of just being a brutish asshole he would think twice before letting her suck his dick. She had a glint in her eyes and she looked rather defiant. There was a strong chance she would bite him and not on accident.
 
“If you move away from that tree I walk.”

Paige swallowed hard, eyeing him, watching his every move. Her eyes darted to her things as he held them up. His words brought on a rush of emotions. They were difficult for her to deal with. It wasn't something she was accustomed to doing. Feelings were things to be packed down, to be dealt with in other ways. Drinking. Shopping. Simply forgetting they existed by becoming busy with other thoughts and people. Those were ways she dealt with emotions. Right here, in this moment, none of those were an option.

Her fingers gripped into the bark, threatening to pull it from the tree it clung to, as she listened to his footsteps leading away. 'What am I suppose to do? Stand here naked, waiting for him to decide to come back? That's crazy. That's ridiculous. He's insane. There's no telling what could happen to me out here. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody would hear me scream if some crazy person came walking up wanting to do who knows what to me. Do I really wanna stand here and wait for my fate?' Her fingers loosened slightly on the bark, but she did not let go. ( @greybishop ) His words came back to her again.

“If you move away from that tree I walk.”

'He can't be serious. How long does he intend for me to just stand here? Maybe he's waiting for me to prove how fearless I am by walking back naked and through the throng of horny boys naked and vulnerable. Yeah. That's it. He wants me stripped naked. Nothing to hide behind. Everything exposed for all to see. Including him.' Again her fingers loosened, but once more his words came back to her.

“If you move away from that tree I walk.”

She looked around. The sound of the crickets seemed deafening. It had grown stronger somehow. A lot of things had grown stronger. Her fear, her breathing, the beat of her heart, the feeling of being stripped, bared straight down to person she was behind the façade. Again she swallowed hard. 'Have I been taken for an idiot? Will he be sitting there with Deke, drinking a beer and laughing at me when I return? I told Amanda not to trust them. Damn it. I should have listened to my own advice. I let myself get drawn in. I let myself get taken by a biker. Again.' She was about to remove her hands from the tree when his words came back to her again.

“And lastly, more of my own personal rule. When we’re alone together like this, you’ll also do whatever I say, no questions asked.”

'No questions asked, and that's all that I have in my mind. Bikers take the club seriously. They take prospects seriously. They take ol ladies seriously. Is he taking me seriously?' Her lips parted, and she could hear her own breath leaving her body. "Okay. No questions asked." Her fingers gripped the tree tighter than before. "Then I'm staying right here. No questions asked."
 
Madison and the other girls were busy, but the blonde took a minute to talk to Fred (@CasualVelociraptor). “Yeah, Chrys is usually pretty bossy. But that’s ‘cause, well, she’s our boss y’know? And how did you know she likes Iron Maiden?” Before Amanda could answer Maddy got the younger woman a fresh beer. “Here ya go.” Then she brushed some hair back behind an ear. “Don’t worry about it sweetie. You look really cute in that. Go talk to some boys …” the blonde smiled “… or girls and have a good time.” Then Shanice called out to Madison from the other end of the bar. “I gotta go.”

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There was no way for Paige (@AndNich123) to truly tell how long she stood alone in that clearing, unless she decided to count the passing time in her head. And even then it would have just been an estimate. In reality it was no more than five or ten minutes, but it might have seemed like five or ten hours to the naked girl. Eventually though she heard the sound of footsteps approaching through the underbrush off to her right, from a different direction than Lukas had left in. And after several long, long moments she saw … the biker step back into the little clearing.

His hands were empty now but his face was just as impassive as when he’d left. He walked straight up to her, stopped mere inches away and then looked down into her eyes. “I thought you were smart. Now I know you mean what you say too.”

Lukas’ left hand suddenly flashed up towards Paige’s face very fast ... but instead of hitting her, at the last moment his fingers snaked under her long hair and around her neck. His grip wasn’t exactly gentle but wasn’t painful either, and as his fingertips pressed into the scruff of the girl’s slender neck the best way to describe it might have been … that he was taking possession of her.

His eyes grew bright as he looked into hers for a moment and then his lips crushed down onto hers. And this time around his kiss was definitely far, far more than chaste; it seemed as if the biker was trying to suck the breath out of the girl standing before him. Soon his tongue also snaked out and instead of running over her lips, just pushed its way into her warm, moist mouth and began dancing with hers wildly, as if he was trying to swallow it and her whole. And this kiss lasted a long, long time …

When he finally pulled his head back Lukas was breathing heavily and his eyes were even brighter … but not so bright that they didn’t immediately flick down to check and see where Paige’s hands were. Then he grinned at her from inches away and caressed her smooth cheek with his right hand. “Maybe you’ll remember my name this time.” Then he looked down at her nude form. “You have a nice body. I’m gonna enjoy playing with it again.”

The biker’s fingers traced over the outside of the girl’s ear, toyed with her earlobe for a time and then grazed down her throat to finally run along one of her collarbones; his touch was light on her soft skin and she could also feel the fingers of his left hand gently massaging the back of her neck. Then his right hand brushed down over her sternum and lingered for a moment, before he began stroking the backs of his fingers up against the soft, sensitive skin that covered the bottom of her breasts; his eyes followed his hand and his grin broadened as he pushed up on her lightly, as if he was feeling how heavy her boobs were or maybe checking to see if they were real. Then one of his fingertips moved to begin circling one of her nipples, lightly tracing over her areola as he again looked her in the eyes.

“I like all the tiny little bumps you have here; they have something to do with you being able to feed a kid right? They seem so sensitive, like me touching them gets you all hot and bothered. Or maybe it’s just the side of my finger brushing up against your nipple.” He grinned. “It’s nice that your babies’ll be well fed some day.” Then he grinned even more. “You seemed to like it when I had you bent over an’ got a little rough with you, tried to … milk you a little I guess, while yer tits were danglin’ down underneath you.” His eyes twinkled in the fading light as he went on. “Maybe I’ll get a little rough with you tonight too.”
 
Time ticked away. Minutes. Seconds. There wasn't any way to tell. The sun continued its slow descent, allowing the fireflies to light up the sky. It was peaceful in a sense, and yet she was tense, worried about what might be coming her way. In the back of her mind, she hoped Lucas would be like a valiant knight, ready to attack any intruder that may threaten his lady. That was merely a dream world though, and she was well aware of it. In this world, in this reality, he was a biker, and she was in hopes of becoming his ol lady at best. It was a thought that drew a soft laugh from her. She dared not laugh too loud. That may give away that she was there to some would-be wanderer. No. It was far too risky. Still, she couldn't contain it.

The silence was soon disturbed, and the sounds rippled through the clearing. She turned her head, wanting to see who was approaching. It was in vain, but soon enough her question was answered. (@greybishop ) He stood there, his face giving nothing away. No emotions. No movement. Just standing there, looking at her. Had she done something wrong by staying? Did he expect her to follow, to try and find her clothes, to make some grand gesture to prove she wasn't afraid? These were questions she had already mulled over, and yet here they were again in her mind. No. It couldn't be. He was a man of his word. He had to be. A person's word had to hold worth. If not, then they proved themselves to be untrustworthy. She had to give him a chance. Otherwise, she was no better than the swarms of judgemental people that often gave bikers a bad wrap. No. She would give him a chance to prove he was a man of his word, and that some bikers could be trusted.

The silence seemed to linger, but his actions proved there was no need for words. Internally she screamed as she felt his lips against her own. It was familiar. He was familiar. She could feel her body warm at the touch of his soft lips. It wasn't a soft, gentle, or even romantic kiss. There was something carnal, something hungry, about it. She gave in to it, her tongue meeting his. Still, her hands remained on the tree, gripping the bark tighter now, nearly ripping it free.

Hit touch was intimate. She watched as his eyes followed his fingertips. There was something mesmerizing about it. He looked at her body, explored her body as if he had never seen it before as if his fingertips were his eyes. There was almost a child-like curiosity in his eyes as if he were discovering something for the first time. She couldn't help but smile, even as a soft gasp escaped her lips as his fingertips traced her nipples. He spoke of babies, and the night they had shared before. "Yes," she told him, unable to stop the word. "Maybe you will. Maybe you won't. Maybe tonight will be different. Maybe tonight we won't try to recreate that night. Maybe tonight you will be a romantic, valiant knight and rescue me from this party, from my life that I loathe. Maybe you'll whisk me away from this party to be by your side as we make our own way. Maybe. Then again maybe tonight you will be rough with me. Maybe tonight you will take me in ways that leave me a quivering, wet mess. Maybe tonight you'll have me squirting my juices all over your rock-hard cock. Maybe." She smiled broadly. "Maybe anything can happen."
 
Lukas grinned when the girl (@AndNich123) gasped and then laughed heartily at her comments. “I’m not some friggin’ knight babe; never have been, never will be. But you … I meant what I said before.” He glanced down at her nude body. “You’re not lookin’ all that ladylike right now, that’s for sure.” His grin broadened. “But you’ll never be some skank pass around either.” The biker suddenly stopped as if an idea had struck him; his eyes were still locked on hers, but were unfocused as if he was considering what she’d just said. Then he snapped back to the present. “I dunno either babe; you’re the one with a fortune teller on speed dial. But if you’re a good girl tonight and keep doin’ what I say, well … sure, I’ll give you a ride outta here.” His eyes suddenly became crystal clear as they bored into hers. “But as for you ridin’ with me afterwards … well, we’ll hafta see how things go between us. You have no idea where I’m headed next. And I … well, still ain’t completely sure if you can really hang.”

The biker’s hand slipped down from Paige’s breast and began idly wandering across her torso, gliding over her ribs and the soft skin of her stomach, slowly exploring and teasing as they went; despite what he’d said it seemed as if Lukas was in no hurry to be riding anywhere at the moment. Once his fingertips reached the very bottom of the girl’s belly they veered off to the side, tracing over her pelvic bone and then following the womanly flair of her hip before grazing over her upper thigh. Only after he’d explored both the girl’s legs did the biker’s fingers return to her stomach and continue their slow decent …

His first stop was to gently touch Paige’s mons, running his fingertips over that puffy little mound as if he was checking to see if she’d changed her grooming habits from the last time they’d been together. Only after Lukas’ curiosity was satisfied on that score did his hand dip lower, cupping the girl's vulva just as possessively as he’d first held her by the neck; his grip still wasn’t exactly painful, but definitely wasn’t a light caress either. His eyes were bright as he looked into hers and spoke quite calmly. “This belongs to me now, understand?” It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t wait for an answer either …

More gently the biker then ran his fingertips over Paige’s outer lips, massaging those little mounds lightly as if he was getting reacquainted with them as well. But soon enough she felt him softly tracing over her meatier inner lips, again slowly teasing and exploring as if he was checking to see just how open and wet she might be at this point. His voice was low and warm as he almost whispered to her. “Spread your legs a little more babe, so it's easier for me to play with my pretty new toy …”
 
( @greybishop ) His words didn't offend her. He wasn't sure if she could 'hang'. How could he possibly know? This was only the second time she had ever laid eyes upon him. There was no way either of them really knew each other or what the other was or was not capable of. So why should such a comment bother her? She simply smirked, knowing full well what her own capabilities were.

His touch was as if he were exploring her body for the first time, but they both knew that wasn't the truth. There was an inquisitive air about the way hs fingertips traced over her skin. She could almost see the curious glint within him. She found it beautiful and sweet. It was such a stark contrast with the image the biker projected. As his touch lowered further, she could feel the changes taking place not only with his touch but also within her own body. Her pulse quickened. She could feel her chest rising and falling with breaths that came faster and faster. Her teeth seized her bottom lip as his touch became more controlling now. No longer was he exploring her body. Now he was taking possession of it. His words made her hold her breath for a moment as if she could somehow check that she had heard him correctly. All she could do was nod her head. Her eyes remained focused dead ahead, afraid to look down at his actions for fear he would stop. 'Don't stop.' It was a silent thought that raced through her mind as his fingertips continued to touch her. She could feel her entire body tense as his exploration increased. She knew what was coming, and yet....when she heard those words come from his mouth, her entire body warmed. She knew what he would find. He would find her wet, ready, and wanting. So without hesitation, she shifted her body. Her eyes searched for his face. She had to see him, to look into his eyes, to see the look in his eyes when she spoke. "For you."
 
Lukas grinned as Paige moved her bare feet further apart in the grass, and his eyes grew as warm as his voice as he answered her. “Good girl. But who else would you do that for? You’re mine now.”

The biker stroked his fingertips over the girl’s lower lips a time or two more, then raised them to where they could both just make out – and quite clearly smell – that they were no longer dry. He chuckled. “My, my Paige. I said you’d never be a skank, but someone looks like she’s gotten all hot and bothered standing out here in the woods, so far away from everyone else. With no clothes on and her back pressed up against a tree, spreading her legs for a guy she barely knows. That almost seems kind of … slutty.” He let that word hang in the air for a moment, then smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “Fortunately though, I like girls who are … kind of slutty sometimes.”

Lukas hadn’t lowered his hand and he turned back to look at it. “What a mess.” Then he placed his fingers close to his mouth and his tongue flicked out. “Mmm, very nice. Not too tart at all. Here, see for yourself.” Without waiting for a reply the biker gently traced his fingertips over the girl’s mouth, coating them with her own juices as if they were some sort of all natural lip gloss. Then he kissed her again. “Even better. Let’s see what it can do for you lower down.” Lukas’ fingertips applied some of Paige’s juice to her hard nipples and then he sucked them clean as well. “Wow, it’s just like hot sauce; great on everything.” He paused for a second. “But a lot sweeter.”

The hand that had been holding Paige’s neck relaxed and Lukas slipped that arm behind her back and around her waist; the net effect of this change was rather mixed. On one hand her body was now being supported by his strong arm, but on the other her pelvis was now being forced outward just a bit more, exposing her vulnerable sex even further. That however seemed to please the biker and he smiled as her returned his other hand to the girl’s vulva.

Lukas’ fingertips stroked Paige’s inner labia just long enough to get wet again, then slid upwards to find the swollen little bud poking out of its hood at the top of her slit; finding that wasn’t all that difficult at this point, and his fingertips began lightly tracing around her nub as he looked into her eyes. “You’re doing really well babe. But if you want a ride outta here, there’s one more thing you gotta do for me.” He paused for a second. “I wanna see you cum. Out here, with me.” His voice was as gentle as his fingers as he continued. “And I’ll even make it easy for you, so you can relax a little. You can make as much noise as you want obviously, since no one’s gonna hear you. So if you wanna cut loose with those healthy lungs a yours, go right ahead.” His fingertips never stopped moving – slowly.

“And just to show you I can play fair, you can even take your hands off the tree. But only when you cum, understand?” The arm around her waist gave her a squeeze. “I got you, so don’t worry about falling. Easy as can be.” The biker continued to look into the girl’s eyes as he held her and his fingertips lazily circled her engorged clitoris. The arm around her back didn’t try to hold her still and she was free to move and buck her hips as much as she liked; if she did she discovered his fingers were more than willing to keep coming back to just the right spots she revealed to him. And as time passed his fingers also varied their pace and even direction, sometimes moving much more quickly and at others even gliding directly over the girl’s clit – and once again the biker seemed to follow any secrets revealed to him more than happily.

“There’s no rush babe” he whispered to her. “I missed you up on the stage, but have all night to finally hear you sing …”
 
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You're mine now. The words seemed so final as if he had already made up his mind, but Paige knew better. ( @greybishop ) Lucas wasn't the kind of man you assumed anything with. He made his wants, thoughts, and certainly needs well known without any doubt. To assume anything was the wrong move, one that could certainly land a person in a predicament they did not want to be in. "No one," she answered him, softly, surprised by how breathless she already was. Slutty. She couldn't help but grin. It wasn't simply that one word that brought the smile to her face. It was everything he had said. Spreading her legs for a guy she barely knew? This wouldn't be the first time she had done that very act with him. It was ironic that they would find themselves in this same situation once again. Still, she barely knew him, and yet it was so easy to bend to his will. It was as if it was the right thing to do. When you know, you know. Those words came back to her, an explanation for so many things she had heard over the years. How do you know when you're in love? How do you know when it's time to kiss someone? How do you know if someone likes you? How do you know when it's time to make your first move? You know when you know, and she certainly knew what was happening right now was perfect.

Her lips parted from his from a kiss that ended too quickly. "Well then, I guess we're a good....fit....then," she told him as her eyes shifted to his fingertips glistening in the soft light that filtered into their space. Mesmerized she watched as his tongue sampled her nectar. A surge raced through her. It grew stronger as his fingertips traced her lips, coating them with proof of her arousal. Her scent wafted to her nose, filling her senses. His lips pressed to her own, and the taste struck her.

He was gifted with his movements, every single one planned out, orchestrated like a dance he had performed a thousand times. Perhaps he had. It was believable that he could have. Someone as attractive as he could have all the women he wanted. She began to move slightly, writhing at his touch. He knew exactly where to touch her. Maybe he remembered it from their first encounter. Maybe he was simply that good at knowing how to pleasure a woman. He wanted her to cum, and at this rate, there would be no way to hold back. She would release, showing him everything, giving him everything, but all in good time. Though her hands remained fast on the tree, her hips moved, a silent dance to the music he was playing on her body. He circled her clit, sending waves of excitement through her. Each time his fingertips barely grazed the right spot, that one spot that pushed her closer and closer to the edge. It was driving her wild, and in the back of her mind, she wondered if he knew. Her head tilted back slightly as her eyes closed slowly. She bit her bottom lip, tasting her nectar once more. The scent was still heavy in her nose. It was all spurning her forward, closer to the edge that she found herself on. As the moment drew closer still, she brought her gaze back to his. Her bottom lip still captured by her teeth, teeth that were biting so hard there would be teeth marks when she finally released her lip. Slowly it slipped from the grasp of her teeth as her mouth opened wide. Drawing in a deep, sharp intake of air she spoke. "So you wanna see me....cum....again? For you? Because of you?" Pausing she took in another deep breath of air, trying to steady her voice long enough to tell him. "I'm so..close. You have..no idea. Don't stop..what you're doing. Don't you dare..stop. I'm begging you. Please..Please," she cried out, her voice louder than she intended, so loud in fact it surprised her. "Say it again. Please. Tell me..it's ok. Tell me..so I can..cum for you. All..for you..and just you," she pleaded before a moan that surpassed her last cry of pleasure escaped her lips. "Please. Say it's okay, and I'll sing for you," she cried out, every word loud, echoing into the space around them.
 
Erel grew rather bored with the party scene and went around gathering whatever was left of her belongings, she stole a towel out of a bathroom and wrapped it around herself and called a cab to pick her up, once the cab arrived almost an hour later she went home.
 
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