I'm helpless under their onslaught with Easy's still hard penis inside me and Michigan's mouth licking and sucking as if he hadn't eaten a dozen times at the mall. They are devouring me with their bodies and it is perfect. I scream out my own release, shaking and trembling as they force me over the cliff, holding my hands as we all jump into the vortex of pleasure.
* * *
I’m a noodle when they’re done with me and they offer to do their club business and come back for me but I’m curious so I muster up my reserve of energy and dress in the clothes they bought me. I wear a thong which feels weird. I guess the only thing I like up my butt is their penises. The thought makes me laugh.
This time I ride behind Michigan and I get that they want me to trade off which makes sense. We arrive at a rundown house in a bad neighborhood. Decay shows in the peeling paint, the trampled grass and the black plastic bags taped over the window openings. Inside the house smells stale. Cigarette smoke, spilled beer and I’m not sure what else. Michigan looks like he wants to lift me up and carry me out.
There’s no actual show like at the granary but there are women here with short shorts and tight tank tops that haveHarley across the top.
They are busting out and I’m feeling my own lack distinctly. Feeling quite shy and out of place in my tight new jeans and T-shirt. I have my leather cuff on each wrist though. One from Michigan and one from Easy and those pieces of leather provide a lot of comfort. No one else is wearing one so I wonder if this is just a Death Lords thing. Another girl is wearing a smaller leather cut which has a patch that says "Property of Can Can."
A guy about my age pops up when we step across the threshold. Easy taps the offered fist and nods but says nothing. Instead he and Michigan are taking in everything.
"Thanks for coming. Can I get you something?" the boy asks awkwardly.
"Beer’s fine," Michigan says.
"And for your…girl?"
“Beer’s fine for her too.”
A jerk of his chin and another guy, not wearing a leather vest, runs up with three bottles. Everyone else here has a plastic cup. I guess it's a sign of respect.
“You got this?” Easy asks. After Michigan nods, Easy disappears with the boy who greeted us. Michigan takes my hand and walks into the living room. Even the drunk people understand to step out of his way. We find an empty table toward the back and Michigan rests against it, placing me between his legs.
“What’s going on?”
“He’s going to talk to the club pres. He’s about twenty-five and inherited a bad deal. There are older men here that are too dumb to lead, but not interested in following either.”
The beer is cold but I’m not used to the taste so I set it aside.
Michigan chuckles.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Myself,” he says. “I’ve all sorts of misconceptions and assumptions and you’re blowing them all away.”
“In a good way?”
“The best.”
He leans down and kisses my neck which makes me crazy. Someone cranks up the stereo and the bass thumps up through the thin floorboards. Once the music begins, the girls start dancing. They writhe together in sinuous and sexy forms reminding me of the strippers at the granary. It’s dark in here and it’s more shapes than anything, hints at eroticism instead of an outright display of flesh.
“Would you like to put on a show here?” Michigan whispers in my ear.
The thought makes me squirm. Seeing all those eyes on me? Feeling like the only hot thing in the room, hotter than the other girls with their big breasts and their tight booty-baring shorts? Yes, yes, I would like to put on a show. “There’s no shame in your body. You have a beautiful body.”
One large hand spans my belly and he moves it upward to cup one small breast, dragging my shirt up. His other hand is on my hip and his fingers are large enough that he can press the tips against my most sensitive areas. The denim bites into my flesh causing me to squeeze that spot between my legs that seems to throb whenever I'm within a twenty-foot radius of my men.
His mouth is doing naughty things on my shoulder. Behind me, nestled into the hollow of my bottom, is his huge erection.
My eyes flutter shut and in my imagination, I see myself dancing but it’s not a crowd in the audience, it’s just Easy and Michigan. They watch me with hungry eyes until their passion overtakes them and they grab me, throwing me on a magically appearing bed.
There’s a commotion in front of me. I open my eyes and see a man with longish hair, the exact color I can’t make out in the dark, staring at me with hot, hungry eyes. I know that look and it’s the look I’ve seen directed at those women. And suddenly the idea of being on display doesn’t excite me as much. I straighten and Michigan’s hand instantly falls away.