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"Hey sweetheart," he growls, opening the door further to let me in. “We’re glad you came by.”
I take a deep breath and step into the clubhouse. The space is nothing to behold. It looks a bit like a game room from the basement of someone’s house with a pool table in the center, lots of worn couches, and of course, a bar to one side. But more importantly, all the bikers are here, and my breath catches because the men are gorgeous. There’s Arthur, with his waving chestnut hair and devilish smile; Nicky, who resembles a movie star with a jaw made of granite; Joe, who’s got sparkling blue eyes, even if he’s a bit rough around the edges; and Sam “Smooth” Wells with thick blonde hair and a mischievous smile.
“Heya girlie,” Sam greets in a low voice. “How are you?”
I smile while putting my purse down on a nearby table.
“I’m okay,” I murmur shyly. “Thanks for having me over.”
“It’s no problem,” Arthur says in a low voice, his brown eyes glinting. “We’ve been looking forward to getting the initiation started. Your inspection went well, baby girl, and as you already know, you passed with flying colors.”
I giggle again, my cheeks going hot because yes, the inspection was amazing. The men had me laid out on the pool table nude, and fingered my pussy and ass until I came again and again. I didn’t share the multiple orgasms part with Rae because it’s TMI, even for my best friend.
Immediately, I make to take off my jacket, my thighs already moist.
“Should we get started?” I ask in a bright voice. “I’m ready if you are.”
Joe laughs, flashing even white teeth.
“You’re a horny one, aren’t you sweetheart? But relax, honey, because we like that. There’s no rush, so why don’t we get to know you a bit first? Come on, Sammy, let’s give our guest a tour of the premises.”
Immediately, Sam hops down, his blonde hair waving over one eye.
“Sure thing,” he growls, grinning mischievously at me. “There’s not that much to see, but this will give you an idea of what you’re getting into.”
The two men begin leading me to a darkened hallway in the back while the other three men look on.
“Don’t scare our guest!” John growls as we exit the room and proceed down the hallway. “There’s no need to pull out all the stops right away.”
But Sam and Joe merely shrug before stopping at a normal-looking door on the left. Joe opens it, and it’s a small bedroom complete with a full size mattress, a desk, and a small window overlooking a parking lot. The walls are fake wood, and the floor a battered material that I can’t identify. Tellingly, there are posters of nude girls all over the bedroom, cupping their tits and flashing their pussies as they smile seductively at the viewer.
“As you know, the club is more than just a social gathering,” Joe intones. “We also provide lodging, so each of us has a room here on premises should we need to spend the night. This is Sam’s space,” he says with a meaningful glance at the younger blonde man. “He likes naked women, obviously.”
Sam merely shrugs while grinning at me. “Who doesn’t?” he asks in a light tone. “Hell, I like to look at my posters before I fall asleep. This one has been my favorite lately,” he says, tapping a poster of a bodacious blonde woman who’s squatting on the beach while staring seductively into the camera lens. Her big breasts are full and round, and she’s got one hand between her legs, pulling her pussy open to show off a bulging clit and glistening pink insides.
“Oh yeah, Kitty, as I like to call her, helps me fall asleep real quick,” Sam hums, glancing at the busty model with appreciation. “I’m usually out like a light after jerking off to the beautiful Kitty.”
Joe rolls his eyes, but then we step out and he opens another nondescript door on the left.
“Ignore that asshole. Meanwhile, here’s my room at the club,” he grunts, gesturing inside. To my surprise, Joe’s bedroom could not be more different from what we just saw. Joe’s a bit of a monk, actually. His bed is made with hospital corners, and his desk is sparkling clean. Fresh white curtains wave at the tiny window, and there’s even a bookshelf filled with all sorts of tomes against one wall.
“As you can tell, I actually read sometimes,” Joe says in a wry tone. “Unlike these guys, who’ve never cracked a book in their lives.”
“Speak for yourself,” Sam shoots back. “I read back in high school.”
Joe guffaws.
“That was years ago, my man, and that crap doesn’t count. I know you probably had some pretty girl writing all your essays for you, so like hell, you read.”
There’s a shit-eating grin on Sam’s handsome features and he nods.
“Yeah, you’re right. I was too busy boning women to read anything. But I passed anyways, and it was because I fucked Clarissa McNealy so well that she was happy to write my reports for me. Hell, she wasdyingto write that shit for me, and in fact, I think we might even have been fucking while she was literally typing some of those essays out. Good things those essays were all digitally submitted because there would have been splotches of semen on a hard copy,” he snickers.
Joe rolls his eyes, shutting the door.
“Like I said, ignore this fucker. The club’s just lucky that I’m the treasurer, and not a clown like this dude.”
Sam mock-protests, holding his hands up.
