Chapter One
HARMONY
I was a club girl. A club whore. A club slut.
There were many words for what I was, and the reality is that most of them were true. I’d stopped taking offense to them a long time ago.
A club girl was someone who hung around with an MC—a motorcycle club—and was there for the mere purpose of being a hole to fuck. Rules and regulations differed between MCs. Some required club girls only to have sex with members of the club because the members didn’t like to share their pussy with outsiders. Some MCs required their girls only to be on the premises during parties—club parties—not family events where there were old ladies present.
Every club was different.
The Brothers by Blood MC had strict rules about club girls, and in order to keep safe, following the rules was vital. If we didn’t follow the rules, two things could happen. You were either chucked out on your ass, or you were killed. These were your options. If you couldn’t live with those options, then you left.
Some club girls joined simply because they wanted to be an Old Lady, a term members don’t throw around lightly. These girls never lasted very long. Other girls joined for a good time since they loved to party, loved sex, and loved the club.
Club Girl Rule Number One – Love the club.
“Harmony?”
“In here!” I called over the shower as I leaned my head back and washed the soap away from my long golden hair.
I heard the bathroom door click open and wiped the fog that clouded the glass door to see who it was. Slider stood, arms folded and hip propped against the sink, a wide grin spread across his face. “You nearly done in there, or should I start stripping?”
I laughed and continued to soap away the sweat from my run. It had been one of those rare days I had chosen to actually do some much-needed exercise. “Depends. How dirty are you going to get me?”
“That’s entirely up to you, babe. I’ve gotta be out in ten, just need something quick before I spend all night on the door at X-Rated. You know how much it hurts watching those girls strip and not being allowed to touch them,” he groaned. Grabbing his crotch and squeezing like the mere thought of it was causing him pain. X-rated was a strip club the brothers owned. Two members were expected to do door duty every night along with others who watched the girls and kept them away from men who got a little too handsy. It cut back on having to pay a security firm, and the boys from the MC were a lot scarier than any security guard I’d ever seen.
I giggled and washed the soap from my body. “Aw, you poor, poor thing. Life is just so hard for you, isn’t it?” I said sarcastically. I opened the shower door and stepped out. I left the shower running, knowing I’d probably want to jump back in when Slider was done. I walked toward him and immediately dropped to my knees, my hands already working his belt undone.
“Damn, Harmz. You’re literally like a man’s fucking wet dream right now.”
I smiled, pulling his cock through the peephole of his boxers. My tongue flicked out and tickled his head, just a small taste. Slider groaned and weaved his fingers through my hair. He pulled my mouth closer with a sharp tug, my scalp burning a little from his tight grip. Water dripped down my body causing me to shiver, but only adding to the other sensations I was feeling.
Slider was one of the more endowed members of the club. Giving him head was something I was always pleased to do. Sort of as a thank you for having a cock large enough to hit all the right places when he fucked me. Some of the other members weren’t so lucky, and that was when I needed to get a little more creative to have a good time.
I gagged, saliva dripping from my mouth as Slider rammed himself down my throat.
“Nipples, baby,” he commanded, his voice gruff and tense. He was right about only needing a quickie that was for sure.
He controlled my head, holding it still as he continued to thrust at changing paces into my open mouth, occasionally stopping to tease my lips with the head and squeeze pre-cum onto my tongue. I squeezed and pinched my nipples with one hand while I assaulted my clit with the other, knowing Slider had an excellent view of the show.
My moans purred against his cock as he thrust one last time into my mouth and let out a deep growl that echoed in the small bathroom. Cum shot straight down the back of my throat, and I struggled to swallow it all with his dick still shoved all the way into my mouth. He pulled my hair, lifting me off him, but stopping to wipe the last drop of cum from my now plump lips.
My body ached. I hadn’t quite reached my release, and I needed it desperately. Suddenly, Slider’s hands were tucked under my arms, and he lifted me onto the edge of the small vanity. He pushed my body back against the large mirror on the wall and spread my legs before ducking his head between them.
His tongue flicked against my clit, and I cried out in ecstasy. With two of his large fingers thrusting inside me and his tongue attacking my sensitive bud, it didn’t take long for me to scream out a release, squeezing his head between my thighs and gripping the edge of the counter like I was holding on for dear life.
Slider slowly released his hands from the death grip he had on my thighs, and a grin spread wide across his face while licking his lips. I tried to smile back but was focusing more on an attempt to stand with legs that now felt like jelly.
After tucking his now receding, but still very large penis, inside his pants, he zips them up.
“You know I always got you, Harm.” He winked before walking out the bathroom door, calling over his shoulder. “Catch you later, babe!”
“Have a good night,” I called back. My voice was still shaking right along with my legs. I took a few deep breaths and waddled my way back to the shower which surely was now almost cold.
Dammit.
I washed off under the lukewarm water and went about finding an outfit for the night. I pulled on a tight leather mini, a cute pair of red heels, and an Iron Maiden T-shirt that had been torn down the center for a little bit of cleavage. Some of the girls opted for very little clothing. Personally, I preferred sexy over slutty.
Friday night was club night. This meant lots of loud music, booze, and horny Brothers of Blood. Party nights could sometimes get a little crazy depending upon who was around and how much alcohol they’d consumed. Hangarounds were allowed to come to club night. These were people associated with the club but weren’t members. More often than not, they would end up prospecting. Some girls were also allowed to come along, but only if they were invited by a member or a hangaround. Other than that, the club girls and a few girls who worked at X-Rated were there for the men.
We waitressed, drank, danced, and did whatever else was asked of us, within reason. Sure, some looked at us and saw whores, sluts, girls who are nothing more than a hole to fill. I’d given up caring what people thought about me a long time ago. I had my reasons for being where I was and doing what I did. I didn’t particularly care what other people had to say about it.
The bass of the music shook the floor of the clubhouse as I wandered down the hall toward the main room. With heavy metal and rock being the favorite choices for this group of bikers, it was normal for there to be some type of Judas Priest or Black Sabbath blaring through the club’s obnoxiously loud stereo system at all hours of the day.
The main room was large and designed perfectly for the club’s parties and gatherings. A bar ran along one side with a large slab of treated wood acting as the counter. Harley-inspired barstools lined the entire length of the bar. On the opposite wall, two large sliding doors opened onto a concrete patio, which was used for barbecuing during family gatherings. There were also numerous sofas, chairs, tables, a couple of pool tables, and even a stage.