Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (6 page)

Jasmine turned at the sound. JD waited. Looking around at how dark and deserted the area was, Jaz slowly walked back over to him and hopped on his bike.

Wanting to make sure she was okay before dropping her off, JD took Jasmine to the diner. They both had enough time to cool their tempers, considerably.

“I guess I should thank-you…it was my first time at a music festival like that. I just wanted to experience the whole scene, that’s all. You know—let loose, feel free and have some fun. Life’s been such a bummer lately, why shouldn’t I grab the chance?”

“When I stepped in, they were gonna give you some shroom tea that would have had you trippin’. Believe me—you don’t want to go there. Listen Jasmine, I like you. I like that you’re a gutsy chick and so independent. But you’re like a lost babe in the woods here and there are big, bad wolves around.”

Jaz studied JD’s face. “Are you a big, bad wolf?”

“Fair warning, babe. Definitely.”

“Okay. I’ve had my little lecture, now you can take me home.”

“Sure thing, but I’m telling you up front—I plan on seeing more of you.”

Remembering how her dad warned her away from one percent bikers, Jaz looked JD right in the eyes. “Not going to happen. See, I’ve learned my lesson well. Now please, just take me home.”

When they pulled up to the motel, Jasmine tried to hurry off his bike, but JD was faster. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her back and leaned in for a kiss.

Jaz saw his face coming closer and she was astounded. Didn’t she just tell him it wasn’t going to happen? Thinking fast she cupped her hand over her mouth and blurted, “Oh, no! I’m going to puke.” She inwardly chuckled as JD got back on his bike and rode out.

Drifter was having a hell of a time with Lori on the back of his bike. It didn’t help matters that her skirt was hiked up almost to her hips. Fuckin’ JD owed him big time for this shit, he thought. He had all he could do not to move his hand back there and finger her pussy. Finally giving in to his urges, he slowly ran a hand up her leg and moved it to her inner thigh. When she didn’t brush his hand away, he moved it further up, until he was rubbing his finger against her panties.

Lori vaguely felt his hand sliding higher up her leg, but she was too petrified to let go, holding onto his waist with both hands. When she felt his finger rub against her panties, she didn’t fight it. Sex wasn’t something new to Lori. She’d been enjoying it since she’d turned seventeen. With the vibrations of the bike, she thought it felt pretty good. Drifter steered his bike off the road, onto a grassy area and lifted Lori off the back.

When Drifter found a secluded spot, he lowered Lori down and fell on top of her. His cock was painfully aware of her body and soft breasts pressed against his chest. Kissing the side of her neck, he felt her pulse racing. Unzipping his jeans, he hurriedly pulled out a condom from his back pocket and slipped it on his rock hard cock.

Lori gasped when he entered her in one fluid stroke. Lori was moaning in ecstasy as she wrapped her arms and legs around Drifter and hung on to him tightly. Drifter lifted up Lori’s top and rained kisses over her perfect little tits while pumping into her sweet pussy. Mindless with passion, Lori screamed out her orgasm. Drifter shot his load a second later.

Drifter lent a hand down to Lori, to help her stand up. Ashamed, she looked away.
Holy Hell
,
what have I done?
I don’t even know his name. Sensing her embarrassment, Drifter cursed under his breath.

“Hey, baby—no need to look like that.”

Quietly, Lori whispered, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Name’s Drifter.”

“Drifter, could you take me home now?”

The next morning, Lori came by with coffees. Jaz noticed how distracted and anxious she seemed. She didn’t have long to wait until Lori blurted it all out.

“Jaz, I’m such a fool,” Lori cried. “I had sex with that biker last night on the way home. I can’t believe it happened!”

“Calm down, Lori. Your screaming is going to burst my eardrum.”

“I can’t calm down,” Lori yelled. “If Danny ever finds out, I’m so screwed. How could I have been so stupid? Do you think he’ll ever find out?” Lori continued ranting, “I love Danny, shit. I can’t believe I did that.”

“Lori,” Jaz butted in, “no one will ever know. It’ll be our secret. Besides, I doubt you’ll ever see him again so calm down and forget about it.”

“I can’t forget about it—that’s the problem. I thought about it all night long. He was so hot looking and believe me, the sex was even hotter. I’ll tell ya, Jaz, I never had such a mind blowing orgasm like that before!” 

“Well, at least you enjoyed it. All I got was a lecture on being stupid,” Jaz snapped. “Not that I wanted anything more to happen,” she said, trying to convince herself of that.

So what if he’s a sexy, tattooed up hunk of muscle. So what if that tiny button between her legs starts twitching and sends horny messages to her brain every time she sees him.
Damn
, Jasmine was so jealous of Lori.

JD and Drifter were at the clubhouse, unwinding with a game of pool and a few beers when Striker walked in.

“Heard there was some kind of ruckus at that music festival last night,” Striker commented casually as he walked up to the pool table. He raised his eyebrows looking down at JD and Drifter’s bruised knuckles. “You lickers know anything about that? Word about town says bikers started beating up on some hippies that were minding their own business.”

“Just a minor disagreement, nothing to worry about,” Drifter assured him. “Some douche sneaking drugs to unsuspecting girls. Then he and his pals planned for a good time with them.”

Striker turned to JD, surprised he’d worry about some bitch he didn’t know. “Not like you to get involved with shit like that.”

“One of them is a new girl to town,” JD calmly replied while making a shot. “Kinda like a lost babe in the woods here.”

“Ah, now I get it.” Striker shook his head knowingly. “They were trespassing on pussy you already staked out.”

Drifter broke in, to join in the ribbing. “He might have staked it out, but that don’t mean he’s gettin’ it.” That brought a round of laughter from Striker and Drifter and a scowl from JD.

“I ain’t got nothin’ staked out, you dumb ass. Just because I didn’t want to see her get mixed up with that shit, doesn’t mean anything.” JD shot Drifter a heated look, warning him without words to shut his mouth. 

“You two are like little fuckin’ school boys going through puberty, chasing after girls like lovesick pups.” Striker taunted, trying to get a rise out of them. “No wonder you two have been eating at that diner. I hear they serve up a mean plate of puppy chow.”

When JD threw his cue stick down on the pool table and straightened up, Striker figured he riled JD up enough. Having got his perverse pleasure satisfied, Striker got back down to club business.

“Any blowback coming down on the club?”

“Nah, brother—no worries.”

“Good to hear. We have enough problems to deal with. Don’t need the fucking pigs coming down on us.”

“Speaking of last night, how’d it go on your end?” Drifter asked JD. “Did ya get that chick home okay?”

“Fine, once the drugs were mostly out of her system. She calmed down then, somewhat. She’s a feisty little bitch. Tried to throw a lip-lock on her and she tells me she has to puke. Not taking any chances, I hopped on my bike and left.”

“How about you? You get in the other one’s pants?”

Drifter was just about to start boasting of his conquest and how hot she was just to piss JD off, until he remembered her shame-filled face. He muttered, “Guess we both struck out.”

“Are you working tonight, dear?” Sara inquired over a delicious, smelling bowl of beef stew.

“Yes, but it shouldn’t be too bad. At least I have comfortable shoes to wear now. The tips aren’t the best, but when I get more experience, maybe they’ll improve. After all, I did mess up some orders really bad,” Jaz reasoned.

“That reminds me. Sam was thinking maybe he should stop in that place—now and then—just to keep an eye on you. When I mentioned that I’d like to go along, he quickly changed his mind. Do you think he was just looking for an excuse to see those girly-girl shows there?” Sara asked, frowning now.

Jaz was trying hard not to chuckle. “That’s so sweet of him, but tell Sam we have a huge bouncer that watches out for us all night. Seriously, it’s pretty safe there.”

Sara looked very much relieved. “Yes, I guess there’s really no reason for him to go there—but I think you should explain why he isn’t needed. He’ll think I’m just jealous or suspicious. You know, Sam was quite the looker back in his day and let me tell you, all the girls wanted him. Of course,” Sara smiled, “I was a looker, too. But I was smart. I knew how to catch him, home cooked meals—yes siree, that’s the trick. Next thing I knew, I had a ring on my finger or… maybe it was all the liberties I let him take.” Sara laughed and slapped her knee, her eyes twinkling.

Jasmine arrived at The Den later that evening, now chuckling out loud after her little chat with Sara. She was such a delight and always managed to lift Jaz’s spirits. The bar seemed more crowded than usual. Danny explained the bar added a new attraction—a four girl revue that was booked for the week.
Great
, Jaz thought,
less tips for me again tonight
.

As usual, Jackie rushed over along with Sheila. Jaz wasn’t too fond of Sheila, just a gut feeling. She thought she was better than everyone else, but Jaz was cautious and tried to get along with her. Rumor had it Sheila and Danny were an item, according to Jackie. That was just another reason for Jaz to dislike her because Danny was supposedly dating Lori. Jaz would have to keep an eye on both of them.

The Den was open tonight so JD was heading over a little later. Big Daddy had already left to start his shift as the bouncer. JD was surprised to see Spokes come in along with Rebel wearing newer looking jeans and clean hair, for a change.

Striker lifted his nose up to sniff the air. “Smells like a bunch of French whores just walked in.”

“These ugly, pecker heads need more than just cleaning up some,” piped in Roach, trying to get them riled up.

“Whatever it takes, licker. These chicks like a nice smelling guy. Of course, you two would know nothing about that,” Rebel taunted them back.

“Heard they have some new dancers coming in tonight—some kind of new revue only appearing here for a week. Supposed to be something special from what I’ve been hearing. A go-go-rama,” Spokes explained. “That’s why we’re heading on over.”

When JD got up to leave, he saw Roach stand also.

“What?” Roach warned with a look that cautioned against any snide remarks. 

“Nothing,” JD said smiling and walked out with Roach, Spokes, Drifter, and Rebel on his heels. “Cocksuckers make me feel like the Pied Piper,” he muttered under his breath.

The crowd was really rowdy tonight. Jaz was fighting off grasping hands and smacks on her ass as she walked around the tables. When one guy pulled her onto his lap, she felt his hard-on through his pants. Seeing her struggling to get up, Big D walked right over with a mean scowl on his face.
This guy had to be totally drunk
, Jaz thought,
or else he would have let her go immediately.
Big D plucked his arms from around Jaz and carried him by his pants and shirt collar to literally toss him out the door. Jaz and Jackie couldn’t believe it!

As the bros’ approached the bar, the door opened and some guy flew out to land in the dirt. Big D stood there with a satisfied grin on his face. Walking past him, the bros’ all clapped Big Daddy on the back, nodding their approval. JD stopped and kicked the drunk in his gut, just for the hell of it.

Sitting down at a table, JD and the brothers’ were surprised at the business the place was doing. “No fucking way this place is losing money,” JD fumed. Ordering some drinks, they sat back to relax and keep their eyes open.

“This booze is top-shelf even with it being watered down. With these prices, this place should be making a fortune not losing money,” Roach agreed.

“I’m going to check out the rest of the place.” Getting up and walking over to the bar with his colors on and his biker attitude, JD was getting plenty of looks. People standing around moved out of his way pretty quickly. This always amused him. He liked all the attention, liked seeing the fear in people’s faces as he walked by.

Of course along with that, it also had some girls giving him that ‘come fuck me’ look, wanting a piece of that dangerous attraction. Tonight was no exception as a few chicks accidently rubbed up against him at the bar. JD turned to check one out. She wasn’t the prettiest he’d ever seen, but with her tight, tube top and jeans molded to her curvy body, he figured she’d do.

“Baby doll, you rub up against me any harder, one of us is gonna finish before we’ve even begun,” he said, feeling his dick beginning to harden. When she ran her tongue over her wide, smooth lips, JD grabbed her hand.

“Come on.” JD took her outside, around to the side of the building. His dick was so hard it was throbbing. He unzipped his jeans. “No teeth, babe.”

Kneeling down, she pulled his thick cock out of his jeans and started teasing the head with her warm, silky tongue. She continued licking down his length while caressing his balls with her hand. When she gently sucked one of his balls into the hot cavern of her mouth, JD thought he died and had gone to Heaven.

“Yeah, baby—that’s it. You know how to please me. Fuck yeah,” he encouraged her on.

After a few minutes of paying attention to his balls, she swallowed his cock into her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down like a piston. It was when she stuck a finger between his ass cheeks and stroked his tight sphincter that he blew like a geyser.

After she spit out a load of cum, she stood and held out her hand. “Thirty dollars, please.”

Laughing, JD handed her a fifty dollar bill. “Here, babe. You earned every dollar.”

“Where the fuck you been, JD?” Drifter asked, when JD returned to the table.

“You my fucking baby sitter these days, dickhead?”

“No, but I saw someone here you might be interested in seeing.”

“Yeah, who?” Looking around the bar, JD didn’t see anyone he felt like talking to.

“Not sure, but it looked like that chick you took home the other night.”

That got JD’s interest quickly. “What would she be doing here, in a place like this?”

“No clue. But it looked like her on the other side of the stage.”