Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (76 page)

"Having
you around certainly has its benefits," he said.

She ignored
that comment, and leaned forward, taking his half flaccid cock into her mouth. 
It started to grow immediately.  She could still taste her own pussy on his
flesh from last night, obviously he hadn't showered after getting up this
morning.  It turned her on, though, thinking about how he had taken her on the
counter just hours ago.  

His cock was
fully erect now, and her tongue was rolling up and down his shaft, followed
closely by her closed fist.  Each time she reached the top of his dick, she'd
pop her mouth off and run her tongue down to the base, giving each of his heavy
balls a lick before dragging back up to engulf him once more.

Dax snaked
his hands around her back and up to her head, pressing gently as she sucked in
an effort to guide her and control the speed.  In the interest of time, she let
him instead of teasing him like she normally did.  He needed to get going and
she needed to get ready, but he also needed this release if he was going to
hold his temper today.

She could
feel each vein and ridge along the inside of her cheeks as she sucked his thick
shaft, barely able to close her mouth around his girth.  She pushed down as far
as she could go, letting the head of his cock press against the back of her
throat, thankful once more that she had long ago learned to suppress her gag
reflex. 

She started
to pick up speed at the subtle urging of his hands on her head, using one hand
to rub his shaft each time her mouth moved above it, while the other massaged
his balls gently.  She could smell his musky odor, the manliness of it making
her own juices start to flow.  She was disappointed that she couldn't pursue
that further, but maybe she'd get a chance later in the day.  If he left her
alone at the club house, she could always take care of it herself in his
office.

Her head
bobbed even quicker now as his hands gripped her hair, pulling and pushing at
the rhythm he required to get off quickly.  His hips started to thrust as well,
moving up and down in the chair each time her mouth rolled back and forth along
his cock.  With a sudden hard jerk, he pushed upwards with his waist while at
the same time pushing hard down with his hands against her head.  The back of
her throat expanded as his cock pushed into it, and a hot blast shot forth,
sliding directly down and leaving a warm trail all the way to her stomach.

Her nostrils
flared as she struggled to breath around his thickness, happy that he was
coming but also anxious for him to loosen his grip.  With another explosion
into her throat, he finally did and his cock pulled backwards into her mouth as
she welcomed the cool air into her lungs.  Another smaller spurt filled her
mouth, this time letting her taste the saltiness on her tongue as she rolled it
around before swallowing.

She gripped
his dick hard as she pulled her head up, licking away all of the remnants of
his orgasm as she continued to breath heavily.  When he was finally clean, she
pulled off of him and looked up at his face, giving him a big smile.  He winked
back at her and then pushed her away, quickly sliding off the chair and
standing up to fix his pants.

"Thanks
babe, that did the trick.  Now get ready quickly, we've gotta get going."

~
SIXTEEN ~

They both took a quick
shower together, the blowjob Dax had just received ensured that there was no
hanky-panky, although both of them did end up with very clean private parts
thanks to each other.  They were on their way shortly after, Lurch and Dane
already waiting for them when they arrived.

"Madison!" 
Trish walked over with open arms, giving her new friend a hug as the men spoke
to each other quietly away from them.  "How have you been?"

"I'm
good," she said, as they broke their embrace. 

Some banging
came from the stairs, and the stringy frame of Troy came bounding down,
followed by one of the girls that hung around the house, doing chores and
occasionally sleeping with some of the unattached bikers.  Trish had referred
to them as house mamas.  She was wearing Troy's jacket, and it didn't look like
much else other than underwear.  They both stopped at the foot of the stairs,
surprised to see the others.

"Dax! 
What's going on, brother?"  He turned to the girl and whispered something
to her, she turned and he gave her a little swat on the ass as she started back
up the stairs.

Dax greeted
the man.  "We're discussing our next move.  Why don't you come along back
with us.  We could use the extra help on this."  The four men then left
the girls behind as they headed down the corridor leading to Dax's office.

Madison and
Trish moved over to some chairs in the room and sat down to wait for the men. 
Other than them, the room was empty, although there had been a few bikes
outside so others were probably around, probably upstairs.

"Have
you spoken to your folks lately?"

She had told
Trish about how her parents weren't happy at all with her choices, and Trish
had confided back that her situation was similar.  She was a few years older
than Madison, but had gone through a lot of the same things when she first
starting hanging out at the club.  She said eventually she just stopped talking
to them as she couldn't take the guilt.  She wanted to live her life in a
different way than what they had dreamed for her, but she was of the opinion
that that was fine.  Madison was as well, but it was still difficult to leave
them behind completely.  The wounds were still fresh.

"I had
to start blocking their calls," she said.

"Been
there," she put her hand on Madison's knee and gave it a reassuring
squeeze.  "It's your life hon, if this place makes you happy, excites you
like it does me, then you're doing the right thing.  Can you imagine going back
to having a curfew and spending your Saturday nights watching reruns of Sons of
Anarchy, instead of being here and actually living it?"

Madison
smiled at the reference, but the older woman was right.  There was no going
back for her.  She couldn't even imagine that life anymore, and it hadn't even
been a week since she left it behind.  So much had happened since then.  So
much had changed for her.  But her parents were still stuck in the past.  Her
past.  They just didn't see it.  She was done with living it safe.

"Anyway,
I don't even want to think about them anymore.  How are things with you?"

"Great,
things-"

The front
door to the club banged open and Guts and Courtney came in.  Neither of them
looked particularly happy, although from what Madison had seen of them in the
past, that was their usual demeanor.  She wondered if Guts had been made VP
after all, whether he would even have cracked a smile on hearing the news.

"Look
who it is?  The whore that's trying to sleep her way to the top and her bitchy
friend who's trying to tag along for the ride."  Courtney's mouth was as
filthy as her clothes.  It looked like she had worn the same ones for at least
a week.

"Who
the fuck-" Madison started to respond but stopped as Trish squeezed her
knee in warning.

"Don't
bother," she whispered.  "You don't want to start something now.  Too
much is going on."

She was
right, of course.  Dane must have filled her in on things just as Dax had for
her.  Still though, she found it very difficult to hold her tongue.

"Nothing
to say for yourself, whore?  I guess when you know something is true, there's
not much left to say, right?"

Madison's
blood was starting to boil, but Trish's fingers digging into her knee keep her
focused and she bit her tongue.

"Come
on," Guts said to Courtney, pulling her by the hand and starting down the
hallway, likely heading to talk to the Prez.  Courtney followed, giving the
girls the finger as she went.  Madison responded in kind.

"Fuck
that bitch," she said when they were out of sight.

"I
know," Trish said, finally relaxing her grip on her knee but not removing
her hand completely.  "She's always been that way, but worse now that Guts
got passed over.  Before the vote, she was always talking to the other girls like
she was better than everyone because Guts had the president's ear.  She always
acted like it was just a matter of time before he became VP.  I think when the
opportunity finally arose and he didn't get it, she was embarrassed and now is
lashing out at you in particular, like it's your fault."

"I
guess," Madison said.  She was still angry, though.

"Don't
let it get to you.  She really isn't worth it."

Madison said
nothing, just sat their stewing.  She hated not being able to put that tramp in
her place.  She had a few choice words for her, but she may have said something
that she'd regret.  Or worse, something that Dax would have regretted.  She
already walked a thin line yesterday, she really didn't need to make him angry
again so soon.

They sat
there quietly for a few minutes.  Finally, she decided to see if Trish knew
anything more about the plan, since she seemed to know what happened
yesterday.  "I guess Dane filled you in about last night," she
started.

Trish
nodded.  "Guts is an asshole, too.  He and Courtney deserve each
other."

"What
do you think they're going to do?  It sounded like Dax is running out of other
clubs to send the drugs to."

"Dane
said that he mentioned the Triad last night."

"Who
are they?  Another biker club?  I've never heard of them."

"No. 
The triad are a Chinese gang.  Basically the Chinese mafia.  They're very big
around here.  Make all the MCs look like high school glee clubs."

"Really? 
What are they into?"

"Everything. 
Guns, drugs, prostitution, counterfeiting, extortion, smuggling, you name it. 
They're bad news."

"Wait,
you said drugs?  If they're already into drugs, how would they be a good
solution for taking over the Mexican distribution?"

"I was
wondering the same thing.  From what Dane said, they currently don't have a
relationship with the Mexicans.  They get all of their drugs from Southeast
Asia, bringing it over on ships.  Apparently that has caused some supply issues
in the past.  Dane said that he and Dax thought that if they had a more local
source, it may help ensure they don't have any holes in their supply calendar. 
And even if they just took enough to do that, they would be taking far more
than the Desperados could ever move."

"Oh,"
said Madison.  "Is it safe for Dax to approach them?"

"They
already have a relationship that Dane said is pretty agreeable.  They currently
supply the club with all of their guns, among other services, when needed.  As
the former Sergeant-at-Arms, Dax had been their main contact at the club and
that is now transitioning to Dane.  Between the two of them, they think they
can probably broker a deal with the Mexicans."

"That
would be fantastic!"

"Yep. 
If it works.  These things are always dicey, with so many things that could go
wrong, as you saw last night.  I think the plan is to keep it on the down low
for now.  That's why it was only the three of them, I guess four if they're
bringing in Troy.  But they definitely aren't telling Guts or the Prez.  Not
until the deal is done and it's too late to screw it up, anyway."

"Good
idea."  Madison was quiet again.  Dane obviously trusted Trish a lot more
than Dax trusted her, since she got far more information out of her man that
Madison had from Dax this morning.  Of course, they had been together far
longer, and Madison had just pissed him off the night before by almost screwing
up the original deal.  It was probably a good thing, for her at least, that
Guts had gone and made things even worse.  That seemed to distract Dax from his
anger at her and focus it on him, instead.  Then again, if Guts hadn't screwed
it up, the club would have gotten out of drugs and Dax would have been happy. 
That probably would have made him just as forgiving.  That would have probably
been a better outcome than dealing with the Triad, from the sounds of it.

The two
women sat for a while longer, chatting quietly between themselves before the
men finally emerged.  They both got up and walked across the room to great
them.

"We've
got a meeting to get to," Dax said after a quick kiss.

"With
the Triad?" she asked.

He raised an
eyebrow.

"Sorry,"
Dane said, "I have a feeling that was Trish's big mouth.  Or maybe mine,
for telling her in the first place."  He shot a glare at Trish.

Dax
laughed.  "It's all good.  It saves me having to explain it.  So yes, we
have a meeting with the Triad.  Guys I've dealt with in the past.  It works out
well in that we were supposed to schedule something with them anyway to hand
over duties between myself and Dane.  That means we won't draw suspicion from
the Prez, Guts, or anyone else they have working for them.  We're going to keep
the group small and tight for now, and just close this shit down as fast as
possible."

"Okay,"
Madison said, giving him another kiss.

"We
should be back in a couple of hours," he said.  The four men exited the
clubhouse, leaving the girls alone once more.

"Let's
wait for them in Dax's office," Madison suggested.  She had no interest in
hanging out in the main club room again, and subjecting herself to another
flurry of vitriol from Courtney if the girl reappeared. 

After they
were safely behind Dax's door and sitting comfortably on the couch, Madison
turned to Trish.  "Something else happened last night that I bet Dane
didn't tell you about."

Trish raised
an eyebrow.  "Oh really?  Do tell!"

Madison bit
her lip, unsure how much detail to go in.  One the one hand, she was still
embarrassed about the whole thing, but on the other she was dying to tell her
new friend.  The experience had been so hot, and so exciting.  She knew Trish
would appreciate it, if anyone did.  She certainly couldn't tell any of her old
friends from home.  She hadn't spoken to any of them in days anyway.  They had
all been part of her old life, and none had been that close.  She was fine
leaving them behind as she moved on, but she knew she needed a new confidante.

"Well,
you have to promise not to tell anyone.  I mean, there were enough people there
that it might get out anyway, but, well..."

"Of
course I won't, just tell me!"

So Madison
launched into the details of what had happened at the club.  From how she burst
into the back room, almost ruining the whole meeting, to going up on stage and
having her pussy eaten by a stripper she had never seen before while Bambi had
sucked on her nipples.  She decided not to leave anything out.

By the time
she was done, Trish was just staring at her with wide eyes.  "You have to
be fucking kidding me," she finally said.