Sergeant-at-Arms (Desperados MC) (4 page)

Now Magnum had dropped his other hand down from the wall and had wrapped his body around the two girls, his hips slamming even harder into the one girl.  His face was pressed down past her neck and he had taken her place on the lips of the girl on the bottom, the two of them kissing passionately as his cock continued its assault.

With a final loud groan, Magnum gave one final shove forward and then a louder yell.  Madison could see his ass flex and tighten and she knew he was finally starting to fill the stripper’s insides with a hot load.  She cried out as well and then dropped her hands from the wall, collapsing down on top of the girl beneath her and the three of them landed in a pile on the couch.  Magnum’s cock pulled out of her wet pussy with a bounce, still hard and cum still dribbling from the end as he rolled off onto his back beside the girls.

Madison gasped
loudly when she saw the size of it.  His cock was easily the biggest one she had ever seen.  It had to be at least eleven or twelve inches and so thick!  Dax chuckled next to her.  “Now you know why we call him Magnum,” he whispered.

The girl on the bottom of the pile pushed off the other and then lowered her head onto the large cock that was continuing to spew, catching the rest of his load before it spilled onto the couch.  Magnum lay his head back and put his hands on her head, pushing it down so that she was swallowing almost half of his dick as it continued to spasm.  He held her there for at least a minute before he let her go, and she pulled away with a gasp, gulping for air and wiping her mouth. 

His big cock was finally starting to wilt, although Madison noted that it didn’t really lose much of its size.  He cracked open an eye and saw them standing there but didn’t react.  She wasn’t sure if he had known they’d been watching him the whole time.  For some reason, the thought that he knew made Madison’s pussy ache even more with desire. 
What is going on with me today?

“Girls, get the fuck out, I have to talk to
Dax,” he barked.  The two strippers jumped up and grabbed their skimpy clothes from the floor, hurrying out without another word.

“Enjoy the show, pretty?” he rasped, looking directly at Madison.  His cock lay awkwardly along his leg, still half hard with a drop of cum leaking from the tip.  “I could probably get it up again if you want to have a ride?”

She glanced sharply at Dax to see if he would react, but he just ignored his VPs taunts.  “The Jap is paying,” he said.  “We’re good now.”

Magnum ke
pt his eyes on Madison for a few more moments before letting them slide over to his Sergeant-at-Arms.  His face tightened.  “Is he, now?  He still needs to be taught a hard lesson.  I won’t have our partners thinking that we can be trifled with.  He shouldn’t have balked in the first place.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“I didn’t ask what you think,” Magnum growled. 

Dax
was unfazed as he kept eye contact with the VP.  “He’s paying us what we’re owed, as well as a penalty.  That’s enough of a lesson.  Anything more would need to be voted on by the club.”

The men continued to glare at each other.  Magnum’s dick had finally stopped oozing cum, although a stream of it extended down from the tip to his thigh.  Madison could barely take her eyes off of it, still marvelling at the size.

“We’ll see.”  The biker stood up and grabbed his pants, sliding them up and covering his cock, allowing Madison to finally break her gaze away.  Luckily the men were still glaring at each other and neither had noticed.  Her own pussy was soaked right now, but she could feel the tension in the air between the two men.  Dax’s hands had pulled out of her shirt and she glanced down to see his fists were clenched. 

When Magnum finished dressing, he said nothing else, just walked past them and out the door of the little dark room. 
Dax watched him go but still stood there, the tension didn’t leave with the VP so she decided to see if she could defuse it herself.

She turned to
her man and put an arm around his waist, squeezing his hips until he finally looked at her.  They said nothing, only looking at each other silently for a few moments.  Her other hand grabbed the other side of his waist and started to move up his body, caressing him.  Finally, he responded.  He reached forward with his own hands and grabbed her roughly, pulling her towards him until they were inches apart and then moved his lips to hers immediately.

Their tongues pushed together as their lips opened
, and Madison moaned as the rough stubble of his faces scrapped along her chin.  Her hands slid up his shirt and across his abs and further, making circles on his chest.  He took the hint and returned the favor, sliding his own hands into her shirt and palming both of her bare breasts, squeezing them firmly while rubbing them. 

Their lips broke apart only long enough for them both to yank off the shirt of the other and then they resumed their kiss, this time both with bare chests. 
They pressed together, her nipples just under his and their arms around each other as their tongues wrestled wetly between their lips.  She felt Dax slide his hands down her back, the roughness of his fingers causing a tingly feeling in their wake.  She followed suit, and reached his ass just before he reached hers.

Both of them groped each other as they made out, but
Dax was first to push his fingers between the waistband of her pants and down against her bare skin.  He grabbed a hold of both of her butt cheeks and squeezed roughly, pulling them gently apart as he did so.  Her pussy was on fire, and she silently urged him to touch her.  She wanted him to feel her wetness, she needed to feel something inside of her. 

Dax
continued to work his fingers around her ass, sliding lower and lower as she moved closer to him to give him easier access.  His fingers pushed down past her puckered rear and finally touched the edge of her pussy, dipping ever so slightly into her wetness.

“Fuck, just take them off,” she panted, breaking her mouth away from his
for a moment.  She couldn’t take the teasing of his fingers anymore.  She needed to feel more.

Dax
grinned at her and lifted his hands slightly until his thumb came out.  He used them to hook against the edge of her pants and then he yanked them down, pulling them to her knees.  She stepped out of them and then he immediately wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her backwards to the couch.  He dropped to his knees, pushing her backwards until she landed back on her ass against the cushions.  Dax immediately lifted her legs up and over his shoulders and then lowered his face towards her wetness.

As soon as his tongue touched her clit she cried out, squeezing her knees together involuntarily against his ears and then grabbing
his bald head with her hands.  His tongue lapped around her tight little nub and she arched her head back, sucking in her breath as he added a finger into her wet hole. 

Her fingers tightened against his head, squeezing his skull as the tension in her body rose.  She was already so close to coming after so much
excitement in the last little while. 

The roughness of
Dax’s face against her labia contrasted the smoothness of his tongue against her clit, and kept her mind focused on the fact that she was having her pussy eaten by a real live biker.  After years of fantasizing, it was finally happening.  Just the thought of it released all of the tension, and her back arched as she started to cum hard against his face.

Dax
shoved a second finger into her as he felt her pussy grip the first one, quickly picking up his pace and fucking her hard with them both as his lips fastened firmly against her clit, at once sucking and licking it as he held it captive within his mouth.

Madison let out a scream, pushing his head even harder against her sex, her hips now bucking against his wet face.  Suddenly he yanked his head away, standing up and starting to unbutton his pants.  She stared hungrily at his crotch, anxiously awaiting the si
ght of his cock again.  The desire to feel it between her legs was almost making her crazy, despite having just cum hard.

Just then, there was a loud bang from outside the room, muffled only
by the doors that closed them in.  Dax’s head jerked around and his fingers froze as he waited.  Another bang was heard, and he immediately flew into action, doing his pants back up and running for the door. 

“Stay here,” he growled.

With that, he was out the door.  She could hear screaming and yelling from outside that was muffled only after she was shut back in the small room.

Madison’s heart was pounding in her chest as she wondered what was going on.  Were those gunshots?  She grabbed her clothes and started to quickly get dressed, thoughts of her still fading orgasm still on the edges of her awareness but being quickly forgotten as she feared for what was going on outside.

Once decent again, she walked to the door and pressed her ear against it.  She couldn’t hear anything at all.  She waited a few more minutes but there was still not a sound.  Despite Dax’s order to stay put, she wanted to know what was happening.  She pulled the door open slightly and peeked out, but from her angle she could only see a wall.

Pulling it open even wider, she still saw nothing so she took a chance and stuck a hand out, quickly pulling it back before anyone could shoot it off.  When nothing happened, she grew bolder and finally stuck her head out.  The strip club was empty.  Chairs were overturned, and there were various pieces of women’s clothing on the floor, but other than
that, nothing else seemed amiss.

Stepping out of the
champagne room, Madison picked her way around the overturned furniture, past the stage and around the corner to the big double doors where she again paused to listen.  Still hearing nothing, she pulled one open and peaked.

The pit wasn’t completely deserted, although it didn’t look like there were any actual customers there anymore.  There were a couple of dealers
standing around, and then she saw Lurch talking to one of them.  That gave her the confidence to come all the way out from behind the door.  She looked around, but didn’t see Dax anywhere.  The bar was deserted, even the bartender had fled. 

No one noticed her, the remaining people were all engrossed in conversations with each other, but no one that was left seemed overly cautious so she assumed everything was safe now.  She started to walk towards the bar, but then noticed that the door to the room
Dax had been in earlier was open.  Glancing around quickly to ensure everyone was still ignoring her, she made her way over to that room, hoping to find Dax inside and ask him what the hell was going on.

She got to the door and stuck her head inside. 
Dax was there, standing and talking to another biker that she recognized as one of the bouncers from outside.  Thunder.  Dax was still shirtless, and his muscled back rippled as it flexed each time he moved, the tattoos that ran up and down his skin seemed almost alive.  When her eyes continued past him, however, they almost popped out of their sockets when they saw the mess on the floor.  A scream filled the room, and Dax’s head shot around to stare at her as she numbly realized that she was the one screaming.  On the floor was Magnum, his eyes open and glazed over, a massive hole blown into his chest and blood was everywhere.

“Shit, I thought I told you to stay put,”
Dax said, rushing over and grabbing Madison by the shoulders, spinning her around and pushing her out the door.  The other men from the pit were already right outside the room having rushed there when she started to scream.

“Lurch, can you finish up with Thunder, I
gotta take care of this,” he barked.  Lurch nodded and headed into the room while Dax continued to guide a shocked Madison towards the bar. 

He sat her down and then reached over, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass.  He poured some and then shoved it into her hand.  “Drink this,” he commanded.

Madison lifted the glass dazedly to her lips, the foul taste finally waking her from her shock.  She coughed, but Dax pushed the glass back to her lips and forced her to finish it.  As she continued to cough, he refilled the glass.

“What the fuck,
Dax!  What the hell happened to Magnum?”

“He got himself shot,” he replied simply.  He pushed the glass back into her hand and this time she took the drink without force, coughing less than last time.

“What happened?”

“He didn’t listen to me.  He confronted Yamada, probably threatened him or something.  He didn’t realize the Jap kept a 12 gauge under his desk.”

“Holy hell,” she said softly.  She had known that the Desperado’s were a biker gang and probably into some serious shit, but the reality of a dead body in the next room was crashing down around her now.  For the first time since this crazy day stared, Madison began to seriously consider that she might be in over her head.

Dax
put a hand on hers, steadying it before she even realized it had been shaking.  “It’s going to be fine.  But we should get out of here before the police arrive.  It’s best if you were never here.”

“Fat chance of that,” she muttered, her eyes drifting up to the camera’s all over the ceiling of the club.

Dax grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the front door.  “I wouldn’t worry about those,” he said.  “Lurch has already taken care of them.  Such a strange coincidence that the day of this shooting, the entire recording system suffered a massive failure.  Cops won’t be able to get shit from those tapes.”