His dick punched forward with so much force he nearly pulled his cock out and stroked himself right then and there just to relieve the pressure. Goddamn, she was a sight to look at. Pierce ran a hand over his mouth and breathed out. He watched as Rook stood and walked toward the VIP rooms in the back. Pierce focused on the stripper again.
She moved over to this velvet-covered tray, picked up a strawberry, and dipped it in a bowl of whipped cream. He leaned forward, feeling drunk as hell, but so aroused his cock could have drilled holes through steel right now. Her eyes were closed, and her scantily clad body was what wet dreams were made of. He was transfixed as he watched her suck the cream off the strawberry. She took off her top, and her big breasts and her darker pink nipples came into view. She grabbed what looked like a pitcher filled with chocolate.
Oh, fucking shit.
She poured that chocolate along her, that dark liquid sliding over her nude breasts, covering her nipples, and making him want to go on that stage, pin her to the ground, and lick that fucking chocolate from her body.
She wasn’t totally nude, but that didn’t matter because the fact she wore that little triangle of black that covered her cunt turned him on even more. She continued to sway her hips as she poured the rest of the chocolate on her body, and then she tossed the pitcher aside and started rubbing her hands over the sauce. The brown liquid smoothed over her breasts, and she went lower still. Slipping her hand down her bikini bottom, he watched as she rubbed it over her pussy, and despite the fact he couldn’t see it because of the material, his cock throbbed at the image in his head.
For the next five minutes he watched her crawl on the floor, her look seductive, sexy, and he leaned forward even further. He wanted her, really damn badly. The lights dimmed when she rolled onto her back, her breasts thrust out, and her legs spread wide. And then the stage went dark, and the men hollered for more. All Pierce could think about, and see in his head, was his body over hers and his cock deep in her pussy. The images were lewd, dirty, and raunchy. They were ones of his cum covering her body, white streaks along her creamy flesh. God, he’d fuck her so damn hard, so rough she wouldn’t be able to walk without thinking about him. He’d fill her pussy with cum, so much of it that when she stood it would slip down her legs. Pierce was a dirty old bastard, and although she didn’t know it yet, he’d make her his, if only for one night.
He was now a Brothers of Menace patched in member, and he always got what he wanted, even if he had to take it for himself.
****
Jana cleaned up the last of the bottles scattered around the few tables in the clubhouse, and grabbed the broom and dustpan. The cigarette butts and trash littered on the ground was a sight that turned her stomach, but it was thanks to this club, her friend that had brought her here, and Lucien, that she was able to find a safe haven. Her son was with Bobbie for the night because she was staying late to clean up, and because the club had an especially hardcore party going on here. Although she hated having him here at the clubhouse to sleep, there wasn’t any other option at the moment. Her life had gone downhill, fast, and she didn’t know if she was going forward or backward, if she was up or down, most of the time. Right now she was just taking one day at a time, hoping that she could get on her feet and not have to rely on anyone but herself. Her son needed that … she needed that.
She brought the rest of the empty bottles to the trash, wiped down the bar counter and tables, and made sure all the shit was cleaned off before she turned off the main lights and headed toward the stairs that led to the rooms above. There was a massive loft that overlooked the lower level, and as far as she knew she was the only female that slept here that wasn’t putting out like a common prostitute. She saw a lot of shit while being here for four weeks, things that would get all these men locked up. Drug use, lewd conduct, and straight-up sex right in front of everyone like it wasn’t a big deal were normal occurrences. But she made sure to keep her son away from all of that, made sure that he was gone when the parties were happening and the debauchery was in full force.
She climbed the stairs, and when she got to the top she glanced down at her hands. They were dry, cracked, and red because of the amount of dishes she cleaned, the manual labor that she did to make sure she covered her and her son’s stay, and she was just thankful she was still able to keep afloat. She moved forward, her gaze still on her hands, and the sound of a door opening coming through dimly. She slammed right into a hard body before she could look up. Nearly stumbling back, Jana looked up and saw the biker named Tuck standing in front of her. He reached out, grabbed her arms to steady her, and yanked with enough force she fell forward, and right into him once more.