Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (74 page)

Bambi
grabbed her other breast hard, pinching her nipple as she came while still
sucking hard on the other one still in her mouth.  Cleo's tongue was working
furiously now, as were her fingers, and Madison could barely catch her breath
against all of the stimulation.  She let out a scream, still holding Cleo's
head tightly with both her hands and her legs, but the girl between her legs
had no intention of stopping. 

Madison felt
a third finger push into her and all three curled up, rubbing against her g
spot.  It was too intense.  Another shuddering scream escaped her lips and her
thighs tightened again.  She felt hot liquid flowing from her pussy around the
fingers and hand that was fucking her as she came yet again.  The mouth and
hand on her breasts were almost forgotten as the intense pleasure from between
her legs were all that she could focus on. 

All of a
sudden it was too much.  She relaxed her legs and used her hands that were
still wrapped in Cleo's hair to pull her away.  The stripper took the hint and
withdrew, slipping her wet fingers out and pushing back from between her legs. 
Bambi stopped as well and turned to her friend, giving her a long slow kiss. 
She then pulled back and smiled.  "Mmmm, Madison tastes so good on your
lips, baby."

"She
tasted even better first hand," replied Cleo, also smiling. 

Bambi
grabbed Cleo's hand and brought it to her lips, sticking one of her still wet
fingers into her mouth and sucking on it slowly, then moving to do the others. 
"God damn this girl is sweet.  I hope she recovers quickly, I need a turn
down there."

"You'll
have to settle for me, first," Cleo said, pulling Bambi by the hand that
was still holding as she lay backwards on the stage.  Bambi came forward with
her and immediately pushed between her open thighs.

"With
pleasure," she said, dropping her head into Cleo's lap and beginning to
lick her, just as Cleo had just done to Madison.

Madison, for
her part, still lay panting on her back close to them, hardly believing what
had just happened.  For her first lesbian experience, that was pretty mind
blowing.  That had been one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  In fact,
it had been two of the most intense orgasms of her life.  She'd never had dual
orgasms so close to each other, the second one starting before the first one
had even finished.  It had been incredible.

~
FOURTEEN ~

"Fuck, those girls
can put on a show."

Madison's
head whipped around at the voice.  It had been one of the men standing with Dax
and Guts.  She had completely forgotten they were there and she could feel her
face grow hot suddenly, embarrassed that she had just done that in front of an
audience, two of them strangers and one of the others her boyfriend.  Not to
mention Guts.

Dax was
staring at her, a strange look on his face.  He didn't look upset, but she
couldn't read what he was feeling.  Surprise, maybe.  Shock. 

Madison
turned her head and then saw Troy standing there as well, a little bit away
from the others, still in the hallway leading back to the casino but out of
sight of the rest of the men.  Apparently he had finally opened the door, but
he had sense enough to keep out of view.  Unlike her.  The look on his face was
more transparent.  Definite lust.

"They
ain't done yet," Guts replied, nodding towards Bambi and Cleo.

"Yeah,
well if I watch anymore this meeting may get awkward," the man replied. 
"Time to talk business.  Where are we doing this?"

"The
Champagne room, right this way," Guts replied, starting to walk towards
the door to the private room in the back.  "It's all cleared out and set
up for us."

The two men
followed Guts but Dax stood where he was.  "I'll be in there in a minute,
I just need to settle up with the girls."

Once the
door to the Champagne room had shut, his face turned to anger and Madison sat
up, grabbing her clothes from the pile next to her.  She slid off the stage as
Dax approached and he grabbed her by the forearm, pulling her away from the
strippers. 

"What
the fuck are you doing?  You almost ruined everything.  These guys take their
business and privacy seriously."  He was whispering, but she could still
hear the fury in his voice.

"I
know, I'm sorry.  I just-" she started to apologize, but Dax was in no
mood to listen and he cut her off, his fingers were digging hard into her arm
but she dared not complain.  She hadn't seen him this angry at her since they'd
met.

"You
just didn't listen, as usual.  You thought you could do whatever the fuck you
wanted and you almost fucked everything up.  You're just lucky that acting like
a whore was the right move in this case."

That comment
stung, and Madison could feel the tears in her eyes start to well up.  She was
suddenly more embarrassed than before at standing there naked.  She clutched
her clothes against her even harder.

She could
see Dax's eyes focus on something behind her and he grimaced. 
"Troy," he said, no longer whispering but still not too loud. 
"You were supposed to watch her.  Take her back to the clubhouse.  I'll
meet you guys back there later."

Madison knew
better than to argue this time.  Dax finally relaxed his grip and gave her
another hard look before spinning around and stomping towards the Champagne
room.  The tattoo on the back of his head seemed ironic now. 
Shit Happens
. 
Wasn't that saying supposed to mean that life was full of surprises and to just
accept them and move on?  Madison hoped once his anger died he'd return to
living by the credo inked into his skull.

She quickly
started to pull her clothes on, pointedly ignoring the fact that Troy was
openly watching her, his eyes missing no part of her exposed flesh until she
had covered it all back up. 

"So,
are you happy you found him then?"  Troy was smiling, but there was no
humor or friendliness behind his eyes.

"Fuck
you," she said.  He had known what was going on back here, at least
partly.  He'd had the sense enough to stay out of sight.  He could have warned
her instead of letting her believe Dax was back here fooling around. 
"Let's just go."

She glanced
back at the girls on the stage as she walked past Troy on her way to the door. 
They had stopped what they were doing, obviously aware that something was going
on between her and the men.  Madison wasn't sure how much they had heard, but
it didn't matter.  She felt her face redden yet again but she ignored it.  She
gave them a little smile, and they returned it, sympathy in their eyes.

"Bye
honey," Bambi called.  "We'll see you again soon!"

She just
nodded and walked past the stage.  She could hear Troy following closely behind
as she turned into the little corridor leading to the doors.  Pushing them
open, she was greeted once again by the loudness of the casino.  The crowd and
noise were welcome, letting her hide her shame within their anonymity.  No one
here knew or cared that she had just performed an impromptu sex show in front
of two strangers and three bikers, or that she'd been chewed out in front of
some of them by her boyfriend.  There was money to be won and lost, and with
each roll of the dice or turn of the cards, someone was deliriously happy or
profoundly disappointed, and none of it had anything to do with her.

She pushed
through the crowd, wishing that her earlier buzz from the whiskey sours had
lasted a little bit longer.  She considered asking Troy whether she could stop
at the bar for a few more drinks, but she knew he would have some choice things
to say about that.  Besides, there were drinks at the clubhouse.  She wanted to
just get the hell out of here anyway.  Leave the memories of what had just
happened behind and hopefully start fresh with Dax when he returned later. 
She'd have to think of a good way to apologize.  Hopefully he'd be more willing
to listen after he had time to cool down.

She numbly
walked back around the building and climbed onto the back of Troy's bike once
he had gotten on.  She hated having to wrap her arms around him, but she still
didn't feel completely safe on a bike in any other position.  He started it up
and pulled out of the parking lot.  He'd only just gotten onto the freeway when
Madison felt the tears start to finally fall down her face. 

Let them
fall now
, she thought.  
At least no one saw me cry.  The wind will
dry them before we get back
.

She was
right.  By the time they pulled up to the clubhouse, she had gotten a hold of
her emotions and her face was dry.  She hopped off the bike as soon as it had
stopped, not waiting long enough for Troy to see her eyes, although it was
probably dark enough that he wouldn't be able to see if they were still a bit
red anyway.  She walked quickly to the front door and pushed it open, thankful
that the big main room was empty.

A clock on
the wall said it was only 9:30 PM, but it felt like it was almost midnight to
her.  The odd combination of booze, orgasms and humiliation had wiped her out
and she wished she'd instead told Troy to take her back to Dax's apartment so
that she could just go to bed.

She could
hear sounds coming from upstairs, probably some of the guys partying with some
of the house mamma's, but she definitely wasn't up for joining them.  Her
earlier desire to come back and drink had mostly vanished as well.  Instead,
she made her way to the back, towards Dax's new office.  At least there she'd
have some privacy, and there was a little couch that she could use to lay down
on. 

Once she was
in, she closed the door behind herself and locked it.  Throwing herself down
onto the couch, she buried her face in one of the throw pillows and let herself
go again.  Her body heaved as she sobbed, and it wasn't long before she had
cried herself into a fitful sleep.

The door
slamming shut woke Madison, and through bleary eyes she saw Dax standing over
her, still looking angry.  Her heart started pounding in her chest.  She had
meant to plan out what she was going to say to him, but she had been so tired
and fallen right asleep, completely forgetting.  She'd hoped he would have
calmed down a bit by the time he got back, but it didn't seem like luck was on
her side tonight.

"Let's
go home," he said simply, reaching out a hand.  She grabbed onto it and he
pulled her to her feet.

"What
time is it," she said, her head still thick and hazy with sleep.  It felt
like she had just lain down moments ago, but the grogginess seemed to indicate
she had been in a pretty deep sleep.

"After
1 AM.  Let's go."

"Dax...
I'm really sorry..."

"Forget
it, it's done, I don't want to talk about it right anymore," he said,
grabbing the door to the office and yanking it back open.

"You
still seem mad and-"

"Not at
you.  Come on."

He stormed
out of the office and she could tell by the way he was walking and his brow was
furrowed that he was still very angry, but she was thankful it was no longer directed
towards her.

In the
hallway, she saw Guts at the other end, talking to the Prez.  The Prez looked
as though he had just woken up as well, although he was also fully dressed. 
Dax turned and looked at Guts, but Guts pointedly ignored him.  The Prez looked
back though, his face expressionless.  Since Madison couldn't see the look on
Dax's face, she wasn't sure what was going on.

He finally
turned back and continued walking, so she followed him out of the now quiet
clubhouse and to his bike, getting on behind him and happily wrapping her arms
around his waist.  As he started it up, she lay her head against his back, her
cheek resting against the cool leather of his jacket.  She closed her eyes as
they drove at first, but then worried that she'd fall back asleep so she opened
them even though they stung as the cool night air hit them.  She couldn't wait
to get back into bed with Dax and go to sleep.

By the time
they arrived, though, she felt more alert.  Keeping her eyes open in the wind
and the loudness of the engine had cleared the cobwebs from her brain, but she
was still happy at the thought of getting into the warm bed next to Dax's naked
body.  Maybe she'd be able to work up the energy to properly apologize to him. 
She could think of a few ways to say she was sorry without using any words at
all.

Once they
were in his apartment, Dax shrugged off his jacket and threw it onto the couch,
his white t-shirt underneath pulled tightly against his muscled body.  He
walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and drinking more
than half of it without even taking a breath.

"Are
you okay?" Madison asked.

Dax said
nothing, just staring at the beer in his hand.  He then put it back to his lips
and finished it off in one more big gulp.

He slammed
the glass down on the counter and turned to her.  His brow was still furrowed,
but some of the anger looked to have died down, at least to a low simmer.  He
was looking at her oddly, though.  He took a step towards her and her heart
started to beat faster.

Still not
talking, he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around so that she was facing
the kitchen counter.  She felt his hands reach around and pull hard against the
button holding her pants together, loosening it immediately.  Without missing a
beat, he slid her jeans and panties down her legs and then stood back up.  She
could hear him fumbling with his own belt and then heard his pants hit the
floor as well. 

Still
without a word, Dax pushed her forward so that she had to grab a hold of the
counter in front of her as she bent over.  One of his hands slid up her shirt
and grabbed one of her breasts roughly, and the other slipped between her legs,
wiggling a finger between her folds and causing her to instantly start to get
wet.  With a couple of quick rubs, she had moistened enough and his hand
disappeared for a moment, although his arm was pressed between her ass cheeks
as he reached down.  She quickly felt the head of his cock touch her lips and
she gasped in surprise at how hard he already was.

Dax
positioned himself at her entrance with his hand and then moved it up her shirt
to join his other one on her tits.  With a grunt, his hips pushed forward and
his thick cock rammed in between her lips causing her to cry out in an odd
mixture of pleasure and pain.  She wasn't quite wet enough for his initial
thrust, but within a couple of strokes he was sliding easily within her and the
pleasure had won the battle over pain.