Razer's Ride
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Evie looked directly into Beth’s eyes. “Don’t misunderstand Beth. No one here; or the other women at the house, are forced to do anything they don’t want.”
“Hell no!!” The other’s chimed in agreement.
“The men don’t go looking for women to lure in or bring in. All of them seek a way in, either from an acquaintance in the club, or requesting it from a member. They all want the freedom and excitement of belonging to the club. They don’t do young. Look around the table, we are all well over the age of twenty-one, know what we like sexually, and get it as much as we want it. If we don’t, they leave us the hell alone. But the sex with the heads of the club is about trust. Trust that the new member being brought in is loyal to the club, the whole club. You find out a lot about a person when you have sex with that person.”
“Yeah, it’s also hard to betray a person whose cock is your best friend.” Jewell snickered.
“Who are the orginal members?” Beth knew she didn’t want to know the answer, but wanted her worst fear confirmed.
“I shouldn’t tell you this, it’s none of you’re business and I hope you won’t repeat it to anyone. Knox and Rider, as you’ve already been told. Viper as the leader, you could figure out, but I will tell you, Razer is one,” Evie said regretfully, aware the knowledge would sting. “To keep you from wondering, neither Bliss nor Natasha have Razer’s vote. Yet.”
Beth forced herself to remain expressionless. Razer had fucked most of the women at the table; in fact the only two who he hadn’t was Natasha and Bliss. Beth looked at Bliss, not able to keep herself from wondering how many votes she had acquired.
As if reading her mind, Bliss said “I only have two votes. I haven’t been here long.” This meant she was eager for additional votes, one of which was Razer’s.
“Well good-luck.” Beth didn’t know what else to say, turning to Natasha, repeating her words.
“Thanks. I am hoping they won’t make me wait long. I have been around the club for a couple years because of my cousin. They respected my cousin who wanted me to wait until I was older. When I turned twenty-one, she gave the go ahead.” Natasha replied.
Confused, Beth questioned, “Sam isn’t twenty-one.”
“No she’s not, she’s twenty. But she doesn’t care if she’s a member, she just wants the cock. The men didn’t have anything to do with her for a long time. Sam became friendly with Ivy when we went to town and Ivy invited her to one of our parties. Ditched her when she got her foot in the door,” Evie answered her question. Beth could tell from the other’s vibes they were putting out that the women didn’t like Sam. Ivy sat quietly staring into her drink.
“Not to put another woman down, but she was all over the guys. Jeez, she can’t keep her hands out of their pants.” Beth knew she was telling the truth. Sam had already cut a swatch through the men in town before the bikers had shown up in Treepoint.
“Let’s quit talking about that bitch and dance. She will ruin my mood.” Evie grabbed Beth’s hand. “Dance with me.”
Beth found herself dragged onto the floor with the rest of the women following. No one besides them was in the bar. Mick wasn’t even paying attention to them, he was watching a game on the overhead television while the waitress was stocking the bar.
The girls moved and gyrated to the music. Beth just felt ridiculous standing on the lighted floor, moving back and forth on her feet. She had never learned to dance the way they moved. Beth was about to find an excuse to go back to the table when the door opened and she froze in place.
The men from the club filed into the bar, swamping the bar with their boisterous voices. The women on the floor squealed in joy. Several of the girls left to latch on to a member. Evie just kept dancing with Beth as if nothing had happened.
“I thought you said no men.”
“Didn’t know until this afternoon. I knew if you found out you wouldn’t come. I wanted you to come. Don’t be mad.”
“I am going to fire you.”
“No, you’re not, because then you would have to do Errol. You hate doing Errol, I don’t. We are a team now.”
The sneaky woman was right, but Beth wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy. She was going to give her hell, but a hand sliding across her stomach, pulling her backwards against a swaying body stopped her.
“Can I cut in?”
“Please do before she busts my ass.” With a wave of her fingers, she went back to the table, now with several men keeping it warm.
“Miss me?”
“No.”
“I missed you.” Razer buried his face in her neck, pulling her closer to his hips. Beth could feel the thickening cock in his pants pressed against her ass.
“I want to go back to the table.”
“Later.”
“But…”
“I want to dance with you for a while. Then I will get us both a drink.”
Razer was seductive, moving his body against hers. Guiding her sinuously against his as the others danced around them. His thigh slid between hers, moving back and forth against the crotch of her jeans. Beth wanted to push away from him, but couldn’t find the will power. A small moan escaped her lips as he began to rub faster as the music changed to a faster beat. His hand on her stomach slid under her top, coming to a rest underneath her breast. His thumb reached up to stroke the curve of her breast.
Sanity returned with a rush. The reminder of his position within the club; his sexual involvement with the women repulsed Beth. His participation as an original member could not be forgotten and she felt disgust for herself because she was still attracted to him.
Jerking away from his touch, Beth was determined to go back to the table, get her keys, and leave.
“Let’s get that drink.” Razer didn’t let her run. Taking her arm he pulled her to the bar counter, sitting on one of the tall stools, he maneuvered Beth to stand between his legs. He swiveled the stool seat so that Beth was effectively trapped between him and the counter. Beth tried to struggle away.
“Not tonight Beth. You know it all now. I am not hiding anything from you. Be brave and hang for a while. I know this blows your little protected world to smithereens and the only sexual positions you have probably tried is missionary.” Razer laughed in her angry face. “Beth there is a whole world out there for you to experience.”
“Don’t laugh at me.” Furious at his amusement at her expense, she pushed at the hard thigh blocking her escape, “You man whore.”
Razer threw his head back laughing. “Do you think you are insulting me?” He shrugged, “I enjoy sex, in fact I love sex.” He leaned toward Beth, his lips found her slim throat as his hands grasped her sides, easily lifting her onto her toes until her breasts brushed his chest. “Not everyone believes that sex has to be taken so seriously; it can be fun, sexy, dirty, challenging, and oh so delicious.” His tongue slowly licked a path to her ear, giving a nip to her earlobe.
“Razer.” He no longer toned down his sexuality with her. He was guns blazing attempting to seduce her. He knew that Evie and the other women would have filled her in on all the aspects of the club. He had told her that he would not be faithful to her while they saw each other, so now his conscious was at rest as he was going to try to get her in bed.
“Hell no!!” The other’s chimed in agreement.
“The men don’t go looking for women to lure in or bring in. All of them seek a way in, either from an acquaintance in the club, or requesting it from a member. They all want the freedom and excitement of belonging to the club. They don’t do young. Look around the table, we are all well over the age of twenty-one, know what we like sexually, and get it as much as we want it. If we don’t, they leave us the hell alone. But the sex with the heads of the club is about trust. Trust that the new member being brought in is loyal to the club, the whole club. You find out a lot about a person when you have sex with that person.”
“Yeah, it’s also hard to betray a person whose cock is your best friend.” Jewell snickered.
“Who are the orginal members?” Beth knew she didn’t want to know the answer, but wanted her worst fear confirmed.
“I shouldn’t tell you this, it’s none of you’re business and I hope you won’t repeat it to anyone. Knox and Rider, as you’ve already been told. Viper as the leader, you could figure out, but I will tell you, Razer is one,” Evie said regretfully, aware the knowledge would sting. “To keep you from wondering, neither Bliss nor Natasha have Razer’s vote. Yet.”
Beth forced herself to remain expressionless. Razer had fucked most of the women at the table; in fact the only two who he hadn’t was Natasha and Bliss. Beth looked at Bliss, not able to keep herself from wondering how many votes she had acquired.
As if reading her mind, Bliss said “I only have two votes. I haven’t been here long.” This meant she was eager for additional votes, one of which was Razer’s.
“Well good-luck.” Beth didn’t know what else to say, turning to Natasha, repeating her words.
“Thanks. I am hoping they won’t make me wait long. I have been around the club for a couple years because of my cousin. They respected my cousin who wanted me to wait until I was older. When I turned twenty-one, she gave the go ahead.” Natasha replied.
Confused, Beth questioned, “Sam isn’t twenty-one.”
“No she’s not, she’s twenty. But she doesn’t care if she’s a member, she just wants the cock. The men didn’t have anything to do with her for a long time. Sam became friendly with Ivy when we went to town and Ivy invited her to one of our parties. Ditched her when she got her foot in the door,” Evie answered her question. Beth could tell from the other’s vibes they were putting out that the women didn’t like Sam. Ivy sat quietly staring into her drink.
“Not to put another woman down, but she was all over the guys. Jeez, she can’t keep her hands out of their pants.” Beth knew she was telling the truth. Sam had already cut a swatch through the men in town before the bikers had shown up in Treepoint.
“Let’s quit talking about that bitch and dance. She will ruin my mood.” Evie grabbed Beth’s hand. “Dance with me.”
Beth found herself dragged onto the floor with the rest of the women following. No one besides them was in the bar. Mick wasn’t even paying attention to them, he was watching a game on the overhead television while the waitress was stocking the bar.
The girls moved and gyrated to the music. Beth just felt ridiculous standing on the lighted floor, moving back and forth on her feet. She had never learned to dance the way they moved. Beth was about to find an excuse to go back to the table when the door opened and she froze in place.
The men from the club filed into the bar, swamping the bar with their boisterous voices. The women on the floor squealed in joy. Several of the girls left to latch on to a member. Evie just kept dancing with Beth as if nothing had happened.
“I thought you said no men.”
“Didn’t know until this afternoon. I knew if you found out you wouldn’t come. I wanted you to come. Don’t be mad.”
“I am going to fire you.”
“No, you’re not, because then you would have to do Errol. You hate doing Errol, I don’t. We are a team now.”
The sneaky woman was right, but Beth wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy. She was going to give her hell, but a hand sliding across her stomach, pulling her backwards against a swaying body stopped her.
“Can I cut in?”
“Please do before she busts my ass.” With a wave of her fingers, she went back to the table, now with several men keeping it warm.
“Miss me?”
“No.”
“I missed you.” Razer buried his face in her neck, pulling her closer to his hips. Beth could feel the thickening cock in his pants pressed against her ass.
“I want to go back to the table.”
“Later.”
“But…”
“I want to dance with you for a while. Then I will get us both a drink.”
Razer was seductive, moving his body against hers. Guiding her sinuously against his as the others danced around them. His thigh slid between hers, moving back and forth against the crotch of her jeans. Beth wanted to push away from him, but couldn’t find the will power. A small moan escaped her lips as he began to rub faster as the music changed to a faster beat. His hand on her stomach slid under her top, coming to a rest underneath her breast. His thumb reached up to stroke the curve of her breast.
Sanity returned with a rush. The reminder of his position within the club; his sexual involvement with the women repulsed Beth. His participation as an original member could not be forgotten and she felt disgust for herself because she was still attracted to him.
Jerking away from his touch, Beth was determined to go back to the table, get her keys, and leave.
“Let’s get that drink.” Razer didn’t let her run. Taking her arm he pulled her to the bar counter, sitting on one of the tall stools, he maneuvered Beth to stand between his legs. He swiveled the stool seat so that Beth was effectively trapped between him and the counter. Beth tried to struggle away.
“Not tonight Beth. You know it all now. I am not hiding anything from you. Be brave and hang for a while. I know this blows your little protected world to smithereens and the only sexual positions you have probably tried is missionary.” Razer laughed in her angry face. “Beth there is a whole world out there for you to experience.”
“Don’t laugh at me.” Furious at his amusement at her expense, she pushed at the hard thigh blocking her escape, “You man whore.”
Razer threw his head back laughing. “Do you think you are insulting me?” He shrugged, “I enjoy sex, in fact I love sex.” He leaned toward Beth, his lips found her slim throat as his hands grasped her sides, easily lifting her onto her toes until her breasts brushed his chest. “Not everyone believes that sex has to be taken so seriously; it can be fun, sexy, dirty, challenging, and oh so delicious.” His tongue slowly licked a path to her ear, giving a nip to her earlobe.
“Razer.” He no longer toned down his sexuality with her. He was guns blazing attempting to seduce her. He knew that Evie and the other women would have filled her in on all the aspects of the club. He had told her that he would not be faithful to her while they saw each other, so now his conscious was at rest as he was going to try to get her in bed.
