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full of cock too to get any sensation out of it.
“Agreed. So, how long do you plan to toy with her before we can fuck her and get on with our night? I have a poker game planned. Ol’ Chief thinks he can win back what he lost last week. I guess his ol’ lady was pissed and demanded he get it back or she was gonna kick him to the couch for a month.”
“Not too long. My balls are barking. He fucked up if he pissed Raven off. That bitch scares me.”
“Me too. Her skills with a blade are what nightmares are made of. Remember the hang-around who tried to get forceful with her. The poor bastard has to sit to piss now.”
“Oooh shit, I forgot about that. Yeah, she is one hardcore bitch. I almost pity the old bastard.” Tonto spotted Rose walking back, balancing an arm full of beers, shot glasses, and a fifth of Tequila in her arms like a pro. The woman was one hell of a waitress. Before she got to the middle of the room, Jody spotted her and went in for the kill. Jody was as nasty as rats came. She had been Krista’s only friend, and he had been half tempted to kick her out on her ass when he had sent Krista packing. The only thing that had stopped him was she was a greedy whore and could take half his men if the night called for it. No one went to bed hard, ever. He might not ever fuck her, even with someone else's dick, but the guys appreciated her eagerness and talents.
If her posture was anything to go off, things might get entertaining and fast. Jody had one hand planted on her hip that she deliberately cocked outwards enough her pants rode even lower, allowing the crack of her ass to peek out the top. She had a finger shoved in Rose’s face with the other hand and her mouth was flapping a hundred miles a minute. Rose just stood there casually, her lack of amusement evident. When the rat stopped for air, she turned and walked off. Jody obviously didn’t agree to her being so easily dismissed and stepped back in front of her, fueled even more. This time Rose casually sat her armload down neatly on a nearby table and turned slowly, landing a left hook right in Jody’s mouth. Jody crumbled to the floor, bleeding and squealing like a stuck pig while Rose gathered the drinks and walked back over to where they sat.
“Here ya go. I grabbed the Patrón. A few of the hang-arounds had broken the seal but I figure the President should have the good shit and leave the cheap stuff for them.”
“How do you know they were hang-arounds, Rose?” Tonto immediately went on defense, wondering who had explained to her the rankings and why the hell she needed to know. All MCs were established on the same rank system, but most civilians didn’t know or need to know. In most cases, it was better that way if ever there was a fight or something happened and the cops got involved, the less who knew was higher on the totem pole the better.
She looked up with a puzzled look. “They didn’t have a cut on. This is a club party, so the chances of outsiders other than women being invited are slim, which could only mean they are hang-arounds.” Her eyes squinted together in a ‘duh’ expression. Whether Rose was playing them or not, she definitely understood some of the MC life. Tonto shot a glance at Sandman who dismissed it with a shrug. It took him a little while to agree with his reaction, but once he gave it some thought it did make sense. The girl had probably woken up to every biker on the west coast stumbling out of her mother’s bed. She had probably picked up on a lot of their ways over the years.
“Sexy and brains. You could teach a few things to the bitches around here.” Tonto filled the shot glasses, handing her and Sandman both one before taking one for himself.
Rose glanced over at Jody who still sat whining about her mouth to a group of Prospects who were no doubt convincing her that they could take her mind off the pain. When she turned back her eyes locked with his. “Yeah, maybe some. You can’t fix
“Agreed. So, how long do you plan to toy with her before we can fuck her and get on with our night? I have a poker game planned. Ol’ Chief thinks he can win back what he lost last week. I guess his ol’ lady was pissed and demanded he get it back or she was gonna kick him to the couch for a month.”
“Not too long. My balls are barking. He fucked up if he pissed Raven off. That bitch scares me.”
“Me too. Her skills with a blade are what nightmares are made of. Remember the hang-around who tried to get forceful with her. The poor bastard has to sit to piss now.”
“Oooh shit, I forgot about that. Yeah, she is one hardcore bitch. I almost pity the old bastard.” Tonto spotted Rose walking back, balancing an arm full of beers, shot glasses, and a fifth of Tequila in her arms like a pro. The woman was one hell of a waitress. Before she got to the middle of the room, Jody spotted her and went in for the kill. Jody was as nasty as rats came. She had been Krista’s only friend, and he had been half tempted to kick her out on her ass when he had sent Krista packing. The only thing that had stopped him was she was a greedy whore and could take half his men if the night called for it. No one went to bed hard, ever. He might not ever fuck her, even with someone else's dick, but the guys appreciated her eagerness and talents.
If her posture was anything to go off, things might get entertaining and fast. Jody had one hand planted on her hip that she deliberately cocked outwards enough her pants rode even lower, allowing the crack of her ass to peek out the top. She had a finger shoved in Rose’s face with the other hand and her mouth was flapping a hundred miles a minute. Rose just stood there casually, her lack of amusement evident. When the rat stopped for air, she turned and walked off. Jody obviously didn’t agree to her being so easily dismissed and stepped back in front of her, fueled even more. This time Rose casually sat her armload down neatly on a nearby table and turned slowly, landing a left hook right in Jody’s mouth. Jody crumbled to the floor, bleeding and squealing like a stuck pig while Rose gathered the drinks and walked back over to where they sat.
“Here ya go. I grabbed the Patrón. A few of the hang-arounds had broken the seal but I figure the President should have the good shit and leave the cheap stuff for them.”
“How do you know they were hang-arounds, Rose?” Tonto immediately went on defense, wondering who had explained to her the rankings and why the hell she needed to know. All MCs were established on the same rank system, but most civilians didn’t know or need to know. In most cases, it was better that way if ever there was a fight or something happened and the cops got involved, the less who knew was higher on the totem pole the better.
She looked up with a puzzled look. “They didn’t have a cut on. This is a club party, so the chances of outsiders other than women being invited are slim, which could only mean they are hang-arounds.” Her eyes squinted together in a ‘duh’ expression. Whether Rose was playing them or not, she definitely understood some of the MC life. Tonto shot a glance at Sandman who dismissed it with a shrug. It took him a little while to agree with his reaction, but once he gave it some thought it did make sense. The girl had probably woken up to every biker on the west coast stumbling out of her mother’s bed. She had probably picked up on a lot of their ways over the years.
“Sexy and brains. You could teach a few things to the bitches around here.” Tonto filled the shot glasses, handing her and Sandman both one before taking one for himself.
Rose glanced over at Jody who still sat whining about her mouth to a group of Prospects who were no doubt convincing her that they could take her mind off the pain. When she turned back her eyes locked with his. “Yeah, maybe some. You can’t fix
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