Big Dog (12 page)

He walked her to her car and opened the door for her to sit in the driver’s seat. Before he closed the door, she gave him her address and telephone number with a shy smile. He looked at the paper and saw that her first name was Selma, he kinda liked the name Selma.

Chapter Ten

Four days after Future left him, he showed up at the bar. She was tending bar and almost dropped the tray of beers she’d just filled an order for, when he stepped inside, and without hesitation, walked toward her. She put the tray down and hurried to the end of the bar where he was standing, waiting for her. He was so tall that all he had to do was reach over to haul her over the polished wood and into his arms. The catcalls and whoops from her patrons was ignored as he smashed her lips with his, and laid a slap on her ass that everyone in the place could hear. His arms were wrapped so tightly around her that she had to pinch his belly to have him allow her to draw air into her lungs. His, “You’ll pay for that,” and his not so quiet demand to show him her office, gave her a thrill. “Either you show me a private spot in this place, or I’ll fuck you right here.”

The yells and clapping was strange to hear, even in the bar that had grown so popular since she’d purchased the place, that she hid her face in his chest. “The back room where my office is has a couch.” He kept his hold around her, and carried her into the hallway until they came to the door with Office written on it, and he set her down long enough to open the door and push her inside.

“You left without saying goodbye. Imagine my surprise when I got back from court about Kevin and you were gone. Not only are you gone, but there was a dead Krebs to take care of and Butch barely avoided being beaten to death by sending the men with you.” His words were accompanied by his busy hands removing her clothing. “You have some making up to do, woman.”

When he’d left yesterday, he told himself that he was just coming here to see what his men were doing. All week he’d been horny and grouchy, but even the fluffers, women who show up at the club on weekends to walk on the wild side, doing anything and everything asked of them but not looking for a love connection, didn’t hold any appeal for him. He wanted his scarred Future. It didn’t make any sense and he didn’t give a shit. She was the one his prick wanted and as far as he was concerned, that was that. Now that his emotions were involved, fucking her out of his system wasn’t going to work like he’d thought it would.

She went to her knees in front of him before he could tell her what he wanted and had her hands on his belt and the button of his jeans. Once she’d sprung his prick from the confines of his pants, she looked up at him and smiled. “Let me see if I can apologize in a way that will make an impression. I’ve been fantasizing about this since the morning I woke and you were gone. I planned to do this as a parting gift you know, now just enjoy, and tell me if I’m doing this wrong.” She began to lick his prick on the head and slowly made her way to the root of the shaft. Her hand kept a hold of his eager prick as she slid her mouth over the entire head and began to draw him inside with only the suction of her mouth. One of her hands scratched the tight wrinkles of his sac, and a wandering fingernail scraped his taint.

His hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair and she made a humming sound that went straight through his cock to his already heated balls. She curled the finger teasing his taint and pushed her knuckle up, stretching the skin, and making him feel the euphoria of the sperm rushing to his prick. “Dammit, I’m coming, damn you, I—take it, oh yeah, take it all, let me feel your throat, yeah. Like that.” His semen shot into the back of her throat and coated every crevice of her mouth. He could feel her attempts to swallow as fast as his liquid offering filled her mouth and he jerked as she continued to suck until he had given all he could for the time being. When she made a chewing motion on his sensitive head, he pulled out of her mouth with a quick motion of his hips.

He pulled up with his hands still fisted in her hair. She stood and he pulled her head back to gain access to her mouth, neck, and shoulders, for his teasing kisses. She was breathing heavily by the time he came up for air. He turned her and pushed her over the high back of the couch, hoisting her hips a bit for the angle he wanted, when he stopped to look at her back. “Well I’ll be damned, this is fucking beautiful. Flex your shoulders again, I swear it looks like the wings are folding over the bikes. That’s impressive, I love this. I really like the logo too.” His fingers traced her newly colored tattoo on the outside of the lines, because the tat was still pink and healing. He’d had plenty of experience with getting new ink, and knew enough not to disturb the art until it was healed. “I don’t know who your artist is, but I want to see if they will do my next tat. This is a real work of art.”

Where women normally had a tramp stamp put over the cracks of their asses was the Burning Bastards logo. A skeleton standing in a circle of flames with the ring depicting a speedometer looking at the viewer, and flipping the bird was depicted on her lower back. The small jagged scars on her thighs were now rain clouds and when he pulled her up to see the front of her belly and ribs, long zig-zags of lightning bolts ran across the expanse. “I never thought to use the raised skin to create such effects in a tattoo. All I can say is damn.”

“I think you will be surprised when I tell you that Matthew is the artist. I am so pleased with the results that I plan to bankroll him when he finds a place to open shop. It was his idea to make the angel into a security thing, and he came up with the rest too. I had the witch hat and the symbol on my neck done when I was eighteen.”

His, “Matthew who?” made her smile. “Matthew, known at the crib as Freakshow. He was at the meeting and saw my scars, he showed me some sketches of things he thought could be done to make the ugly things into what you see. I admit to being teary eyed each time he finishes another one. It took him four days to get my tats just right. The man has a wicked fast imagination.”

She found herself back into the original position that he’d put her in over the couch’s back. Two of his long fingers slid easily into her wet tunnel, and she gasped as he worked the fingers hard and fast inside.

His fingers left her begging for more, but he replaced them with his thick cock and slammed inside her as hard as he dared. The idea that Freakshow had seen her mostly naked in order to complete those beautiful tattoos pissed him off. He kept up his harsh pace until he felt her channel contract around his prick. He knew he would hose her pussy until she was filled completely with his flesh and semen and the idea added to his excitement, he reached around her to rub her unprotected clit with his fingers. The unearthly noise that came from between her clenched teeth, and the way her pussy clamped down on his cock as it attempted to squeeze and suction the come from his balls and prick, blew his control completely.

When they got their breath back, they went into the bar where the patrons cheered them. He sat on the stool where the bar ended at the wall and grinned when three beers were set in front of him by the woman they called Clem. “You have a fan club, a few of the men who’ve been hitting on Future for a while now and getting nowhere fast, sent these. One of them said to tell you that you must be a hell of a man to take that witch on.” She eyed him up and down, “I gotta say I tend to agree with him.” She smiled at him and went about her business.

At one thirty in the morning, Larry and Freakshow walked into the bar and saw their President sitting by himself, so they joined him. Larry stood back a bit, still nervous around the big man. Eventually, he became comfortable, but still remained cautious with his words. Even when Big Dog mentioned the tattoos that he’d seen on Future’s skin.

“I couldn’t believe it when she flexed her shoulders, that angel looked like she was moving—that was cool as hell, man. Good work. Now you can tell me why you’ve been sandbagging it, working in the body shop when you can do work like that on skin. You can set up shop in the same building that Cherry and Kitty have their salon. If you can do work like that, you’ll run that fucker Marlow out of business in six months.”

He eyed a nervous Larry before asking him what light he was hiding under a bushel.

“I’ve been finding out all kinds of abilities the Bastards have. I got a hold of Muffy, that’s Future’s mother FYI. Anyway, I want a list of everyone’s hobby’s and experience. We need more legit businesses for the books, and something for the elders to do when they retire from the everyday job. I found four greybeards that were builders and carpenters that have made my renovation of the farmhouse a hell of a lot easier. Joker told me that he’s old, not dead.

“Larry, you can see Muffy and get the questionnaires and be responsible for talking to the under twenty-five-year-olds. I don’t give a shit if they flipped burgers in their teen years, or can hypnotize goats. I want to know what we have for resources. The Bastards need to move with the times.

“I plan on leaving around noon tomorrow, I expect you two are coming with me?” The nods came promptly, even if Larry had his eyes on the pretty dancer that was doing her thing on the small platform with the stainless pole.

By closing time, Larry had stopped stuttering when Big Dog asked him a question. The man had the meanest look on his face most of the time, even when he wasn’t frowning, but the more they talked, the less frightened Larry felt. Until the drunk that started yelling at Future and calling her a trashy whore, became the center of Big D’s attention. He slowly stood, and a couple of the drunken man’s friends saw him and where the big man was focused. They tried to pull him back, but the drunk wasn’t moving until he’d had his say.

“Fuckin’ cunt. You took that big motherfucker in the back and fucked him, what’s wrong with me? My dick probably ain’t as big as his is, but I ain’t ashamed of it either. A whore like you should be grateful that a man with a job looks at you. You’re like all the other cocksucking bitches. You’ll lay down for any greasy bad boy looking faggot that comes along.”

He was too dumb for words, Future couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s not greasy, although he is an asshole at times, and he has a prick that’s bigger than your drunken ass can imagine. As to him being a faggot. You saw us go into the back room, and I could barely walk straight when we came out, but you can ask him if you’d like. My advice is for you to leave now, while you still can.”

“Yeah, well fuck you.” He poked his finger her way, “Fuck that fat ass of yours.” He was gearing up for another barrage of filthy descriptions for her when he squeaked, his feet were dangling, and his friends backed away. The man was only an inch or so taller than Future was, and that put him over a foot shorter than Big Dog. He was slammed down on a barstool and the big guy slapped him with an open palm to gain his attention.

“You jealous that she gets my cock and you don’t? Well, boy, I can stand the smell if you can stand the pain. You just bend that ass over right here and we’ll see if you’re as good a cocksucker as your mouth looks like it is. In fact, I have a damn good idea.” He looked back at his brothers. “His buddies thought it was funny when he was insulting my woman, I bet they’d like to feel this fucker’s mouth wrapped around their pricks. Show, invite the boys to take their pants off and sit a while. Funny boy here is going to entertain us.” He slapped the dumbass again, a little harder this time.

“You’re gonna show us how good that mouth of yours is, aren’t you? Nod your stupid head if you understand.” The guy began to struggle, but Big Dog slapped him on the head this time. “Boy, you don’t seem to comprehend simple English. You are going to suck your friend’s cocks, and if you don’t, you’re going to get ass fucked by three greasy motherfuckers, and when each of us has hosed your asshole, you and your buddies get to clean our cocks with your mouths.”

His hand went under the man’s chin and lifted his head high enough to stare into his eyes. “You come into a bar on the edge of town in your shiny leather jackets like you’re fuckin’ slumming in a bar that caters to bikers and rednecks, and try to throw your importance around like we should be impressed. Go suck those cocks, little man, I don’t like you and I have no problem going back to prison, some of my best friends are there.”

Big Dog let the man drop on his knees, and booted him in the ass. “Don’t take all fuckin’ night about it.”

After his initial reluctance was noted and dealt with by the feel of a blade along his neck, his performance was critiqued by the bikers. Recommendations for him to take the cock in his mouth deeper were ignored, so Larry grabbed a handful of his hair and shoved his head up and down in an acceptable fashion. Kendal and Clementine cheered him on with enthusiastic helpful hints. “You need to flatten your tongue so the prick slides to the back of your throat.” Was one piece of advice. “Suck that cock down, it’s small enough that you can fit the whole thing in your mouth, he ain’t that big.”

After each man had squirted his jizz half into his mouth and half on his face, they had to kiss him for giving them so much pleasure. Big Dog took their wallets and made a production of going through them, and let them watch as he jotted down their names and addresses on a paper towel. He kept making comments about the pictures in the wallets, “Show, look at this slut, I bet she’d like to take a ride on your bike.” He tossed the wallets at the men after each one had been gone through. The fear on their faces was more than worth the price of admission as far as he was concerned. It had been too long since he’d purposefully scared the shit out of a few golden boys, and it felt good. Larry had taken their cell phones and used the video features to record the kisses, so each man had a reminder of their walk on the wrong side of the tracks.

They made the men get dressed, and even told the stupid little prick to comb his hair before unlocking the door and allowing them to exit the building. “You boys be sure and come back now.”

Matthew and Larry walked the girls to their cars and continued through the back gate and into the house.