The strippers at Tops took the new management announcement well, thus setting the tone for the night to come. Even though Clutch and Tag would be running the club, all the Penetrator officers had shown up to discuss events with everyone. They listened to the women recount their stories, often too graphically for my taste. Manny was a pig and he'd gotten off easy if he was still breathing. That was my take away from the “meeting.”
The entire Penetrators MC was at Tops. Their presence calmed me and the other dancers. It made a statement–no one would fuck with anyone in this place again. And the women were crazy excited. Relieved.
Manny was gone.
There may have been a bloodbath on Main not long ago, but the girls and I blew the fucking roof off Tops. Tonight was a party like no one in The Grove had ever seen. We switched our sets around, changed up our tunes and coordinated new group dances. This sent Ralph, our DJ, into a tizzy, but he was always in a tizzy. One kiss on the cheek from Gretta and he calmed down and went with it.
Unlike Manny, Clutch and Tag fed off the crowd and adjusted their management decisions accordingly. Money started flowing onto the stage and into our g-strings, so they dropped drink prices. Liquor flowed heavily. The crowd got wilder and loads more generous.
Fucking Manny never listened. We'd been begging for him to work with us. Clutch and Tag were, once again, making a firm statement. They bottomed out drink prices so money went to the girls. The Penetrators MC protected their own. From this night forward, their ownership of Tops wasn't as silent as it'd once been. They were front and center.
And we girls were fucking thrilled.
I finished my last set in the “front” of Tops and headed to the back. Private dances had been going on all night, but I hadn't been pulled back there to do any. I loved dancing, but wasn't quite ready to rub my ass against a stranger's junk, then get on my knees and suck on command.
My pussy clenched.
Okay, what can I say? I'm a slut and the thought got me hot. There's a difference between fantasy and reality, though. I wanted a few nights to see others working the back before Ray and them committed me to it fully.
Besides, those working the private dance area weren't working The Dungeon. I was. That was loads more intense as far as I was concerned. Anticipation rattled my pulse as I checked the time. Pretty soon, I'd be taken downstairs and be put on stage.
Who would be doing the scene?
I wandered into the back dancing area. Bass music thumped loudly, setting a primal tone within the darkened room. A few sconces offered just enough light for people to see a couple feet, but no more. The large leather sofa coiled around the room's mirrored walls.
Clutch settled a hand on my hip and leaned in to whisper, “Dawg's waiting for you. Back right.”
I hadn't seen Dawg in a while. I navigated my way around women gyrating on men's laps. I froze when my gaze settled on the back right corner of the sofa. Dawg sat with his arm around a gorgeous redhead. Her hair was long and free, licking down her back like untamed flames. Her full red lips rose in a grin as her gaze touched my face, then ran downward.
She was Dawg's old lady?
She wasn't much older than me, maybe seven or eight years, which probably left her about the same number of years younger than Dawg. She ran a hand up his inner thigh as she licked her lips. He motioned me forward. I gulped.
I'd fucked her man.
Okay, he'd really fucked me, but still.
“So you're Harmony.” She dragged my name out like she was tasting it on her tongue. Amusement reflected in her voice. “You're a cute little thing. No wonder he enjoyed drilling your ass so much. I bet it was real tight, too.”
“It was,” Dawg commented. “Undo your bikini bottom and turn around so my woman can see the ass we own.”
We? Was that a Penetrators we or a Dawg and Amber we? I untied the string bikini I'd put on and spun on my slut shoes. Dawg slapped my ass cheek hard. The sting zinged through me.
“Nice.” Long nails scored down my right cheek. “Such soft skin. I bet she cried real sweet when you drilled her. I hope you took her hard and rough.”
“Amber here likes hot little things like you,” Dawg commented. “She's been itching to meet you.”
Uhm. Wow. Unsure how to react, I said nothing as I turned. Amber's fingers traced across my bare mound, the touch so faint it tickled. I moved away. Dawg swatted my ass and dragged me closer. “Stay still, slave.”
His firm hands maneuvered me like a doll until I stood before his woman with my legs spread wide enough for her fingers to roam between my legs. Sensation crawled up where she touched, heating my insides. My nipples tightened as she scraped a nail against my swollen clit.
“I heard you're getting this pierced,” she commented. “Ink's gonna love getting his hands on you.”
I didn't know who Ink was, but I suspected he was the club's tattooer slash piercer. The name sort of said it all. I ignored the tremble in my limbs as she slid a long finger into my pussy. Her thumb massaged my clit. I gasped and ground against her hand.
“Good, slave,” she praised. She withdrew the finger and licked. “You taste real good, too.”
“I heard you got them gorgeous titties tied up today. Let's see,” Dawg ordered. “Amber loves tits.”
Damn men gossiped worse than The Grove's old ladies. My hands shook as I undid the small covering across my breasts. He squeezed hard enough to make me cry out. Amber grinned and returned her hand between my legs.
“We're taking you home tonight, slave,” she said casually. “We're both going to fuck you hard.”
Both? I tensed. I hadn't ever thought about being with a woman before. I couldn't deny my attraction to the gorgeous redhead. She leaned back and massaged her slightly rounded tummy. “My old man knocked me up good. The trouble is I'm queasy all the time and he's got a hungry dick. He's not happy unless he can pump one off in a hot mouth. I'm thinking you're the mouth until I get past the sickness. On your knees.”
Dawg steadied me onto my knees and offered a gentle smile. Amber cooed gently and undid my hair until it pooled around me. “My man likes keeping a tight grip on long hair while he's working a mouth.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
This was so hot, but so dirty and nothing like what I'd ever considered. My skin tingled. Amber cupped a breast and ran her thumb across an aching nipple. “Such gorgeous tits. I'm going to have lots of fun with them.”
She made the statement more a known fact than a possibility. Pain spread through me like a brushfire as she squeezed the bud so hard I swore she'd pinched it off. I cried out at the pain, but she laughed.
“You're gonna work my man's dick real good, or I'll be very unhappy. You understand me?”
I nodded.
“Good. Now get to work. I'm thinking you probably have no clue how to get a guy off.”
Dawg chuckled and looked between us as I fumbled with his belt. My breaths came in labored heaves as Amber watched silently. Her nails raked through my hair when I undid the zipper. He lifted his hips and nudged his jeans out of the way as I grasped his thick length.
Pre-cum leaked from the tip. I leaned in and licked it off. He moved to grasp my hair, but Amber swatted his hand away and got closer. “Let me.”
“Suck him off good and I'll let you cum before we leave the club. Otherwise it'll be a long, long night for you, slave.” She laughed. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked greedily.
I closed my eyes and relaxed into her guiding grip in my hair. Dawg grunted and groaned as his woman held me firmly down on his cock. The tip was in my throat. I choked around the length. My eyes filled as I breathed his scent into my nostrils.
“That's it, girl. You've got him nice and worked up. Play with his balls. Get 'em nice and wet, slippery. You can't wait to swallow the load they hold, can you?”
I shivered as she played with my breast with one hand while working my mouth on her man's balls with the other. I slobbered on him like a dog with a new bone. Anticipation heightened my senses. Arousal pooled between my legs as Amber tormented my tits.
“You're in for a treat. My man shoots a big load,” she whispered in my ear. “He loved filling that tight little ass of yours up. I'm gonna make sure he does it again real soon so I can watch.”
Her hand ran between my tits, down my stomach and cupped my wet pussy. She plunged two fingers into me. I moaned on Dawg's cock as she impaled my throat on it. “I've got a nice big strap-on. I'm fucking your little pussy hard tonight, slave. The guys have been too nice to you.”
Dawg gripped my head and worked me savagely on him. I moaned as I looked up at him. His muscles tensed and I readied myself for his release. It filled my mouth. I swallowed, working his cock for the last dregs of cum. He collapsed into the sofa as Amber and I adjusted his pants.
I settled back on my heels. Holy shit. I hadn't expected something that intense. Amber sighed and settled into the sofa. Her short skirt hiked up to her waist, exposing her shaved pussy. I looked away, but she and Dawg both chuckled.
My heartbeat quickened when he leaned forward and tugged my hair. My gaze locked with his. “You aren't done yet, slave.”
Amber groaned and smiled at me. No. I shook my head, not believing what I'd stumbled into. Surely they didn't expect me to…
“Get to work, girl,” Amber ordered. “Just remember, you get what you give tenfold. You got me?”
I must've hesitated, my mind boggled by the order.
“You too good to eat my woman?” Dawg growled in my ear. “Get to work.”
I got to work. This was happening.
Do what you'd like.
The thought settled in me, a new mantra I fully embraced. Pleasure danced beneath my skin, tingles snaking down my back and up my legs. I clenched my thighs together, too aware of the arousal coating them. I needed to get fucked until I came hard.
Was Amber really going to make me ride her strap-on?
I traced my fingers along her folds, studying the sensitive flesh as though it was alien. I'd never done this. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. Then again, I was so fucking turned on I'd try anything once. YOLO.
I flicked my tongue across her slit hesitantly. Clutch and Max had damn near attacked my pussy. Surely doing this wasn't too bad. I settled into the thought and deepened the contact, teasing her clit. She'd pinched me there. I pinched. She growled, a promise of retribution in her gaze. My pussy clenched.
I slid two fingers in, fucking her pussy in tandem with my tongue. Her juices coated my tongue, filling my mouth with her taste. It was…different, but not bad. What I was doing, though, was naughty. So fucking dirty my body quaked with the need to come.
Dawg watched, hand behind my head to keep me working. Her pussy clenched my fingers, her legs trembled. She was close. I moaned and deepened my tongue's probe, replacing it with three digits instead of two. I flicked my tongue across her clit. By the time I massaged the bundle of nerves with my thumb, she exploded. She held me in place against her as she thrust her pussy on my face.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. She's all yours. Rub that sweet pussy on her face.” Dawg's words filled the air between us. I tongued her through the orgasm, so close to my own I trembled.
He slid a finger across my pussy and plunged deep. I ignited. I settled my head against her inner thigh. My breath fell on her other thigh. She stroked my hair as Dawg finger fucked me through my own release.
They helped me onto the sofa despite my protest. Snuggled between them, I drifted within the hazy aftermath of my orgasm. My gaze swept the room. The soft lighting had risen enough for me to see the other people around us. They all watched. I tensed.
“You did good, girl, better than anyone expected.” Dawg's compliment didn't ease the anxiety rising in me. Everyone was watching. I hadn't realized how many people fit in this room.
Chief's gaze captured my attention. My insides squeezed. He smiled gently.
“When Ray told me the scene was mine tonight, Amber and I got to thinking doing one in here might make it easier on you.” Dawg's words dragged my attention away from Chief.
“S-scene?” That wasn't a scene. Was it? “I wasn't tied down. Or spanked. Or…”
What the hell?
Amber laughed as she pulled my hair from my face. “You don't have to be restrained or beaten to be a submissive, or to scene. It's about giving control over to one another and trusting them to tend to your needs.”
Too startled by her words to respond, I settled between them and relished the residual sensations drifting within me.
“You're a good girl, Harmony. Filled with so much passion and desire it's almost painful to see,” Amber commented. “Tomorrow you and me will go shopping, spend some time away from the men. I heard your girl cut you low today.”
I tensed.
“Easy now,” Dawg commented. He patted my leg. “You're at a crossroads. I'm thinking the past few days have thrown you into a hell of a tailspin. We're going to give you some time to sort your head, make sure that you know what you want.”
I didn't need time.
Did I?
I was a fucking mess. I didn't know what the hell I wanted. I nodded.
“I'll pick you up at eight. We'll do a spa day.” She motioned toward the door. “I'm thinking our girl needs an early night. Have Squirrel take you home.”
“I-I thought I was…” I looked away, too embarrassed to fill in the rest.
“Another time.” Amber smiled and squeezed my hand. “I want a better idea of where your head's at first.”
Skippy Squirrel didn't appreciate being my taxi, but I nodded and headed out, grateful I wasn't going home with the couple after all. Dawg was right. I needed time to figure things out in my head. Confusion settled in, a new permanent resident in my brain. I left the back room easier than I'd expected. Ray and Max were busy across the room. Women clustered around them and Fist.
Whatever.
I dragged on a pair of sweatpants and an over-sized t-shirt and toed on my flip-flops. Skippy Squirrel had keys in hand and opened the Beamer's passenger door the moment I stepped out of the side door. A chilly breeze swept across me.
I huddled into the seat, thankful he'd preheated the interior. Toasty leather warmed my back and ass. I fucking loved heated seats. “Take me home, Skippy.”
I drifted in and out of awareness as he made the short drive to my place. He threw the car into park, but I stopped him before he turned it off. “I can get to my door alone, Skippy. Thanks for the ride.”
“Pres would want me to walk you to the door.”
“Pres doesn't always get what he wants. Goodnight.” I got out and slammed the door a bit harder than necessary.
I needed a break from the Penetrators. From The Grove.
From life.
Ugh.
I stumbled into the door and bolted it closed. Jolie always sorted out my thoughts when they got so jumbled I couldn't deal. She wasn't gonna show up and handle my shit. For once, I was on my own. I'd sort my shit tomorrow. I face planted onto my bed and slept.