Chapter 51 These club girls are all the same
Viper
The party would not end, and I had enough. Out back, there was food on the grill, so I went to get some. I piled a plate with beef ribs, beans, and cornbread, took a beer, and found a spot at a picnic table. Two Rough Riders were already there, eating.
“Hey,” I said, sitting down.
They both just made a sound in reply. We ate without talking for a while, until one of them finally spoke up.
“Heard you said no to Candy. Can not believe it. That woman could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”
I looked at him. His name was Gutter. The other guy, Pinball, was nodding along.
“I have an Old Lady,” I said. “If I ever cheated, she would not just kill me. She would burn down the whole MC for letting it happen. Then the other woman would learn why you do not touch someone else’s man. She is insane. And I love her.”
“That crazy?” Gutter asked.
“You remember that woman who was torn apart in a Connecticut jail cell?” I asked.
“Shut the fuck up. That was not her,” Pinball said, food in his mouth.
I only smiled. I did not say yes, and I did not say no.
“Holy shit,” Gutter muttered. “If that was her, then yeah. Do not step out on her.”
“So this security job,” I said. “When do we start? I want to get back to my woman.”
“Prez says we ride to the docks before the sun comes up tomorrow,” Pinball said. “This party will finish around midnight. We all need sleep. No hungover brothers on this run, and we can not let the prospects near this cargo.”
“Where’s it going after the docks?”
“New Jersey. Our chapter there.”
“Good. Not a long ride. I should be home by lunch.”
“Probably,” Pinball said. “Unless you stay with that chapter. Their parties make this look like a church social. Those guys are animals. And the women put on a real fucking show. Last year I saw a woman get fucked by a dog.” He laughed.
“That is disgusting,” I said. “No, my brothers and I will just ride with you to the drop and head straight back.”
The picture in my head almost made me sick. Just then, my phone buzzed. I pulled it from my pocket. A video from Catalina. I grinned, figuring it was a message saying she loved me. As I went to open it, Beast called my name from the clubhouse door.
“Hey, I heard about Catalina and Jenna at the bank. They are fucking wild.”
Before I could reply, a low moan came from my phone. I looked down. Every conversation at the table stopped.
There she was on my screen, on our bed, legs wide open. She wore a beautiful pink set. The panties were tight around her ankles, her legs stretched apart. Her bra pushed her tits up, and she had on sheer pink stockings.
“Fuck, look at her take that toy,” someone breathed. “It is almost all the way in. That thing is huge.”
My head came up. Pinball, Gutter, and Beast were all watching my phone. I should have been angry, but I liked showing her off. My cock was painfully hard. I looked back as a loud, rough moan came from the speaker. She was fucking herself with that big purple toy, hard and fast. My girl likes it rough. Her legs trembled, and as she pulled it out, she squirted all over the bed.
“Fuuuuck,” all four of us groaned together.
“Well, I am going to find Candy,” Pinball announced.
“I will come with you. We can both have her,” Gutter said.
“You are one lucky bastard, Viper.”
“I fucking know it,” I muttered, rewinding the video to watch her come again.
“Rip, you have to let me have her again. That was the best pussy I have ever had,” Beast begged.
I looked at him and gave a half-smile. “I will think about it. Right now, I need a bathroom and my hand.”
“Yeah, I need to find someone to suck my dick. That was so fucking hot. Might be time to get my own Old Lady. These club girls are all the same.”
“If you do, Beast, treat her right. When you find the real one, you never want to let her down. Or make her hurt. Because nothing feels worse than knowing you hurt your woman.”
“I hear you.”
I watched him leave. I hoped he really did.
I got up, threw my trash away, and went to find somewhere private. I asked one of the Rough Riders for a place to crash. He pointed me down a narrow hall to a small room. Just a twin bed and a bathroom. It was enough. I got a towel and found some lotion in a drawer. I sat on the bed, took off my boots and my clothes. Naked, I propped myself against the headboard and played my angel’s video again.
I put lotion on my cock and squeezed the tip as I watched her play with her nipples, then use her fingers on herself. Pre-cum seeped from me as I began to stroke. The more she touched herself, the faster my hand moved. When she grabbed that dildo and pushed it inside, I groaned out loud. My strokes got quicker, using the fluid leaking from me. When she pulled the toy out and squirted, I roared, my own orgasm tearing through me. Cum shot onto my stomach and chest, thick and sticky. I kept stroking, little shocks of pleasure rolling through me until I was completely empty. Fuck, that was incredible. I am not even with her, and she knows how to wind me up and give me the best fucking release of my life. No one has ever turned me on like Catalina.
I cleaned myself with the towel, then took a shower. Pictures from the video played in my head and I had to take care of myself all over again. After, I dried off and shook my head. I can not wait to tell her, right to her face, that two Rough Riders and Beast saw her video. I laughed, because I knew she would not mind. My fucking Chaotic Angel likes to be seen. She proved that in Florida. I wondered if she would let me have her in the commons room. Some of the other Old Ladies have done it. They like to put on a show as much as the club girls do. I went back to the small bed and fell onto it, naked.
I grabbed my phone and sent her a text.
Babe, that video.
(My Angel) Did you like it?
Did I like it? I just had the best orgasm of my life.
(My Angel) Oh really. That better have been by your hand, and only your hand, or I will fucking end you.
I snorted. Fuck, I loved her.
Just me, myself and I, Angel.
She sent a picture of her pretty pussy, with three fingers inside. Fuck.
Catalina, give me a break. All I have is my hand and some lotion.
Another picture came. Her tits pushed together, her beautiful face with her mouth in a perfect O.
Son of a bitch. My cock was hard and aching all over again. I took a deep breath as another image arrived: her perfect ass with two fingers inside. The text read, I want you here next.
That did it. I grabbed the lotion and got myself off again. It did not take long, staring at her pictures.
Fuck baby, I had to take care of myself again. I fucking love you.
(My Angel) I love you too. Come home soon.
I smiled and sighed, like the lovesick fool I was.