Shelly Connors stood looking in the mirror, checking her appearance one more time before she headed off for her first shift at her new evening job. Her long black hair hung nicely down over her shoulders and her makeup was perfect, but her nerves were raw and tense. Looking into her own intense hazel eyes, she had to wonder what had possessed her to accept the job at the Dirty Angels clubhouse. Of course the money would be nice, and she needed it to help with the expenses she faced this semester in college; but it was so out of her comfort zone that she felt her whole body vibrate from the trepidation she was feeling.
She had always been shy, and even when she had called for the interview her mind was crying out - no don’t take this job, you won’t know what you’re doing - but her mouth had responded before her brain had a chance to kick in.
And so, here she was getting ready to be the waitress and bartender at the clubhouse of the most notorious biker gang for miles around. Shelly shook her head, trying to calm her nerves. Though it really seemed to do no good, she gritted her teeth, pulled her shoulders back and put on a brave face.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad, come on Shell, you got this. Just think of all those psychology classes you’ve had, use what you’ve learned.”
She tried to pep herself up for a night of...well, she had no idea...
Finally she moved from the mirror; she couldn’t delay any longer, she was due tonight and if she didn’t show up, she would run out of money. Running out of money would mean going back to Kansas and facing her parents, who had worked so hard to get her to college in California in the first place. Shelly hung her head - she couldn’t let them down, no matter how uncomfortable she felt.
She had to go; there was nothing else for it.
Shelly took one last deep breath to steady her jangling nerves and headed out the door, making her way to her car. The Dirty Angels clubhouse was waiting for their new waitress, and shyness be damned she was going to do her best job!
By the time she pulled into the parking lot of the club her adrenaline was pumping, and every inch of her body was crying out to go home, way back home to her Mom and Dad. But she didn’t want to give up, she wanted her parents to be proud of her, and in the back of her mind there was part of her that was challenging herself to accept this discomfort and learn to deal with it.
Walking across the parking lot, she opened the clubhouse door. Everyone instantly turned to look at her, and Shelly involuntarily turned red with discomfort. She could feel each and every eye going over her 5’ 5” body, looking at the ample curves she often wished she could get rid of, but had been cursed to live with.
Shelly thought back to the times when she had been in high school, looking at the cheerleaders with their small frames and pretty bodies. Shelly would always be a bigger girl, but she knew that her face wasn’t bad, and her breasts had often gotten the attention of many boys and men alike.
She didn’t like all this attention though; she often found it shocking that so many men would find her body appealing, while she herself would have done anything to change it.
“Hey good-looking, you need some help?”
Shelly turned to the gruff voice that had called from the left side of the clubhouse. She saw the face of an older well-worn biker, his scraggly beard around three inches long, tattoos scrawled across his arms. His smile wasn’t one that really looked like he wanted to help her much – more like touch her all over.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s a dirty old asshole. Come over this way and I’ll help you out,” another younger man said. Shelly looked at him; he was clean-cut, and she would never have thought he was a biker, except for the leather jacket he wore, bearing the Dirty Angels logo.
A voice from the back of the room saved her from having to try and respond to these advances.
“Cool your jets, guys. This is our new waitress, Shelly. I hired her myself, and I want you idiots to show her some respect.”
Shelly looked up at the face of a man she remembered just by his voice.
He had been the one who had hired her, sight unseen. She had to wonder just what he thought of her now though, after seeing her in person.
He walked over to her, not making her cross the room to be scrutinized further by all the other men.
“Name’s Tully, I’m the leader of this group of misfits. I’m the one you talked to on the phone.” He held out his hand to her.
Shelly hesitated, but then put her hand forward.
“Yes, I thought I recognized the voice,” she said nervously, not able to come up with anything more substantial. She looked up at him in shock and secret admiration. His voice was deep and gravelly, and he stood about 6’ 5” tall, towering over Shelly by a whole foot.
He had muscles on top of muscles; possibly more muscles than she’d ever seen on a man in person. His face was one that didn’t give away much about the man in the denim jacket, denim jeans, and a neatly trimmed beard. The muscles on his delicious thighs stretched the denim to the point it looked like it was close to splitting.
His handshake was firm without being too overpowering, and his eyes studied her intently as they shook.
Shelly was overawed by him – she’d always had a thing for big guys, and Tully was a prime specimen indeed.
But there was more about him than his sheer physical presence, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. A gentleness around his eyes, a protectiveness in his voice. Right at that moment, she really wanted him to just protect her from the other men in the room.
He grabbed her by the shoulder and led her to the bar. “Don’t let these drunk assholes bother you; they’re more bark than bite. Give as good as you get, and you won’t run into any trouble. Will she?”
The last sentence was directed at the rest of the room, and the nods and murmurs that answered it showed exactly who was the boss around here.
Her mind raced - did she have any reason to fear these men? The only thing she knew about bikers honestly were the bad things she had heard from the news in the past. However, with Tully’s arm around her body she did feel a bit safer.
“Now our deal was that you could work on the weekends and maybe a couple times a week right?” Tully asked her.
“Yeah, um yes, that was what we had discussed.”
Shelly stumbled with the words, and she could feel her face reddening as she silently cursed herself.
“Alright then, well you get the hourly wage and you can keep any tips, and from your welcome, you’ll do just fine in that department,” Tully chuckled.
Though she thought she should have been feeling a bit better, Shelly’s nerves were still on high alert. She looked around the room once again, took a deep breath and tried to put on a face that said she was perfectly fine.
Taking her first order to a table, she was met with more looks of appreciation from all the bikers around the table. One of them tried to pinch her butt as she walked away, and Shelly jumped and screamed in surprise.
From the back of the bar rumbled Tully’s voice.
“Hey you mongrels, I told ya bark and no bite, so that means you don’t touch the lady unless she tells you she wants to be touched. And unless my hearing’s fuckin’ failing me, I didn’t hear her say anything about wanting you to touch her.”
His eyes smoldered hot enough to light a fire on the guy who had dared to touch her.
Shelly walked up to the bar and thanked him quietly. Tully simply smiled at her and seemed to look through her to the rest of the room. The rest of the night went by fairly quickly, with Tully interjecting a few comments here and there to men who dared to try and harass Shelly a little too much.
Walking out at the end of her shift, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had made it through her first day, and was sure that as long as Tully was around she would be just fine. Shelly found that she was actually looking forward to the next night, especially after she counted her tips. She had raked in over 200 dollars, and that wasn’t even counting her hourly. This job was really beginning to look up.
As she lay down for the night, she couldn’t get Tully out of her mind. He was so big and tough-looking, but seemed to be gentle as well. Not to mention he was really a great looking man. He had that air of authority that she loved, but she knew nothing would ever happen with him. He was the only man in the bar that hadn’t been staring at her out of the corner of his eyes all night.
“He probably likes the girls that look like Barbie,” she muttered under her breath, hating the fact that she was plump and voluptuous for the millionth time.
Shelly knew this feeling; she had often been attracted to the guys who wanted the other type of girl, not her type. If she was bolder, she might actually try and flirt with Tully, but that was so far out of her character that the thought made her laugh and feel sick to her stomach at the same time.
She fell asleep with bittersweet thoughts swirling around in her head.
The next morning life seemed a bit better; though she knew that she didn’t have a chance with Tully, at least she got to see him a few times a week.
She thought about him all day, and she could barely concentrate on her classes. She knew it would be tortuous if he one day turned up with another woman at his side, because Shelly wanted to be the one on his arm. Yes, she knew she often fell for men too quickly, but it was just another quirk of her personality she wished she could change.
She finished classes and rushed home to get ready for her second shift. She decided to dress in a nice skirt and a slightly lower cut shirt. She looked in the mirror and wondered if Tully would notice her ample breasts or not.
Changing her mind all of a sudden, she put on a more modest blouse that showed much less of her generous assets. Though, there would still be enough to get the tips she had made the night before, of that she was sure.
When she got to the bar, she noticed a lot more bikes parked outside than the day before. It had been fairly crowded yesterday, but she had to wonder how many more stares she would get this time around.
Then the thought came of how much more money she could get as well. Shrugging her shoulders she made her way into the clubhouse. She was met with whistles of approval from around the room; Shelly’s face turned every shade of red imaginable, as she made her way to the bar.
Shelly noticed Tully immediately, and her heart sank when he only nodded his head in her direction; her hopes of anything with him vanished as she went to work.
The day was much like the day before, men making comments, and a few trying to touch her, but they were quickly stopped by the ever present Tully.
Shelly had to laugh – even though she never saw him watching her, it seemed like he must have been, because some of the attention she was getting would happen so quickly, even she would be caught off guard. But as soon as a hand would come her way and get too close, his gruff voice would be in the background warning the man to stop or he would be beat into the ground.
There were a few times that she had to smile at how protective he had seemed of her. But whenever Shelly would walk by him, he would be looking the other way. The feelings she seemed to have building for him weren’t abating though. Shelly would see his profile from the corner of her eye and feel the tingle of attraction that only a few men had caused in her body before.
The night passed quickly - Shelly had gotten so many tips, that the jar Tully had gotten her to place them in was close to overflowing. She estimated a haul of close to 300 or more dollars. This job was turning out to be one of the best decisions of her life!
The comments and stares were even starting to do wonders for her self-esteem, but still, the one she really wanted to notice her seemed to constantly be looking the other way.
“Hey I need you to help me close up, Sammy has to go tend to his sick wife and he can’t help clean up tonight. I’ll pay you extra for the time,” Tully said to Shelly as the night was coming to a close.
“Sure, Tully, that’s no problem.”
Although Shelly had to get up early the next day for classes, she didn’t want to piss off her new boss and jeopardize this job. Besides, a little time alone with Tully might be a good thing...as long as he stopped ignoring her.
“Great, you’re a pearl,” Tully smiled, making Shelly blush yet again. She just couldn’t help herself around him.
As the clubhouse emptied out Shelly began cleaning up the messes that were left behind by the bikers. Empty glasses, ashtrays to empty and just a bunch of trash, it seemed to be everywhere. She worked without really thinking, just trying to get the job done. When she looked up finally, she saw that there was no one but her and Tully left in the clubhouse.
Shocked, she looked around for a minute.
“I know, right, it’s so quiet when they’re all cleared out!” Tully laughed.
“I’m just surprised I didn’t notice the lack of ‘hey sexy’, ‘hey girly’ and the rest sooner.” Shelly replied.
“Well, you know, those guys appreciate a woman they like, and they ain’t afraid to tell her,” Tully said.
“I can tell by the tips, it is nice in its own way. I gotta say, that taking this job has turned out to be a great decision. It’s really gonna help me out with tuition this year.” Shelly admitted.
Tully smiled and nodded.
“School is expensive, I know. I remember putting myself through too, seemed like I would never survive.”
Shelly looked at him, surprised. She hadn’t had him down as they type to go to college.
“What was your degree in?” she asked, curious.
Tully turned red for a second.
“I’m an attorney, actually. All this?” He stopped to gesture around at the clubhouse. “It’s just a way for me to get away from it all, from the pressures of my daily life.”
Shelly stared at him. She didn’t honestly know what to say. Finally she just went with, “Really? You’re an attorney?”
“I know shocking isn’t it?” Tully laughed.
“Well, a little,” she admitted. “But I bet you fill out your suit and tie nicely.”
She opened her mouth involuntarily, scarcely able to believe that she’d just said that to him.
“During the week I’m not what you see here. I’m distinguished and debonair!” Tully chuckled.
Shelly looked at him and pictured him in the suit and tie; she had to admit he would look very nice. As her mind turned to thoughts that weren’t so chaste, her face turned red.
Tully noticed the look and took the moment to shock her even more.
“You know I’ve been watching you closely, and I must say I can’t blame these guys for wanting to touch you.”
Again she simply looked at him, and watched as he closed the space between them in a few steps.
“I’ve wanted you since the first moment you came in that door. Keeping my hands off of you has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in my life,” Tully whispered as his hand went up and ran lightly through her hair.
He ran his fingers through her long locks, brought some of the hair up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Intoxicating, just like I knew it would be.”
He suddenly grabbed her roughly and pulled her close to him and covered her mouth with his. She had no choice but to kiss back; she didn’t want to push him away. No, she had hoped for this since the first moment she had seen him.
His tongue probed her mouth as he kissed her mercilessly, his hands running over her body and feeling every curve. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it tightly, and then he smacked it hard. Shelly yelped out in pain, but tingling pleasure soon replaced any thought of it.
Tully was like a bear looking for a meal; he was hungry, probing her mouth, feeling her body, touching the thing that he wanted to possess.
He pulled up from her mouth long enough for her to see the lust and passion that was burning in his eyes. Tully ripped her shirt from her body, and made short work of her bra. The hunger she saw burning from him overwhelmed her completely.
Tully removed the skirt as quickly as he did her shirt and bra, and now all Shelly had as protection were her lacy panties. He stared at the red lace and, like a bull, he seemed to be driven insane by the color as he tore them off and left her in front of him unprotected, naked and wishing he would simply take her now.
Shelly was breathing hard; her body was humming from the intense passion she was feeling, just from the look in his eyes. His lips quickly covered her mouth again as his hands moved over her body, everywhere at once. He stopped to play with one of her breasts, somehow making it seem small compared to the size of his massive hand.
She moaned as he tweaked her nipple until it was rock hard. Shelly could feel his erection rubbing on her upper leg; he was huge!
He broke the kiss again, his mouth exploring her body. He bit her neck, and Shelly moaned and pressed herself harder against the hard ridges of his body. Tully drove her to the brink of an orgasm just by biting and nibbling the sides of her neck, and just when she was almost ready to cum, he moved down and covered her breasts. He bit hard enough that Shelly cried out, but then he began to suckle on her breast some, making the pain seem like nothing as her pleasure once again began to build up.
As his mouth covered one nipple, his hand played with the other one. Shelly moved her hands through his short graying hair. Her moans seeming to push him forward as he began to explore her body more. Moving down further, he looked at her trimmed pussy. He licked his lips as he caught sight of the moisture that had built up on the outer lips.
Tully looked up at her and smiled. Shelly shook at the look; it was one that seemed to promise her a world she had never experienced in her life. She had to admit, though she had had one lover in the past, he had not come close to what Tully was doing to her right then. Shelly had felt like a blow up doll to her past lover, someone that was just used until he got off, and if she happened to cum then that was fine, but it wasn’t because he had tried to please her.
Tully moved her legs apart roughly, pushing them so that he could fit between them. He lowered his head and sniffed, groaning as he caught her womanly scent. His tongue ran up one of her puffy outer lips, and Shelly trembled at the jolt of sheer pleasure that she felt course through her body.
As he lowered his head to lick her more, Shelly grabbed onto his hair, pulling it. She bucked up and down violently as he pushed her body to new areas that it had never been. Her mind was nothing but a sensor for pleasure.
She felt nothing but his tongue, and her body reacting to his passionate embrace of her lower region.
Shelly screamed and pulled at his hair as her body thrashed with a massive orgasm. She had never felt that pleasure before, not to this extent. Tully looked up at her, his face moist with her juices. Her eyes begged him for more.
Tully stood up and lowered his pants; his dick was larger than Shelly could have ever imagined, and her eyes widened in shock and hunger and need. Her hips moved up to say take me and he obliged her by slowly pushing his engorged cock inside of her one inch at a time.
Shelly met his thrusts but couldn’t make him move any quicker; she whimpered and begged him to take her fully. Her eyes pleading with his, her arms trying to pull him to her; but he was stronger than her and wouldn’t let her control the movements.
Finally he allowed his full length to penetrate her; Shelly sighed and moaned at the same time. Her thrusts were timed perfectly with his, as if they had been together many times before. She couldn’t get enough of him; she wanted him to pound into her hard.
“Tell me what you want?” Tully growled, seeing the need in her eyes.
Shelly turned red.
“Tell me or I won’t do it,” he commanded, his voice showing an authority that made her shiver with delight.
“Fuck me hard,” she whispered, barely loud enough for even her to hear it.
“I couldn’t hear you. Tell me or I won’t give you what you want. Make me know how much you want it!” he ordered.
“Please fuck me hard. Give it to me as hard as you can,” Shelly moaned.
And then Tully did just that - his body moved like a piston in an engine. Shelly hadn’t imagined anyone could move that quickly. But her body was soon being pummeled, and her pleasure sensors were going into overdrive once again.
“Do you like that?” he growled, whispering into her ear as he bit her neck.
Shelly screamed and was shook by another orgasm that crashed through her body. It was like massive waves coming in when a hurricane was making landfall. Her mind shouted out, her body quaked, and her voice hit a new high that almost broke the glass in the clubhouse.
Tully smiled as he looked down at her body.
“You really are beautiful. You have all the right curves, and they are so nicely proportioned.”
Shelly turned red with embarrassment, but loved the compliment.
This man could be my undoing, if he always screws this way.
She didn’t ever want him to stop.
Tully slowed down some. He was watching Shelly’s face to see her reaction, knowing that she loved it hard and fast already; but she could see that he wanted to enjoy this longer. If he kept up the pace he would unload in her quickly.
Shelly kissed him deeply as he lowered his mouth to hers. Her moan excited him more and he sped up for a few minutes again. Shelly wrapped her thighs around his body, moaning and mewling as his massive cock plunged deep inside, again and again.
She wondered if he would have the same reaction as she did from biting his neck. She lowered her mouth and nibbled on him, just like he had on hers. He gasped, and Shelly knew she had hit a nerve.
He pulled her to her feet without warning, and lifted her onto a table. Shelly gasped as this display of power – no man had ever done something like that to her before.
He entered her from behind, driving his shaft into her quickly, not hesitating or being slow at all. Shelly wished she could reach his neck to bite it more. She liked this crazy and wild Tully.
Ramming into her time after time, it wasn’t long until her body was rocketing towards another climax. He grabbed her breasts from behind and pinched the nipples, bringing just enough pain to make her climax stop. Shelly moaned loudly, knowing full well that shortly he would let her cum, and her body would be thrumming like a well-oiled machine.
Tully grabbed one breast and with his other hand grabbed her shoulder. In doing this he could pull her back as he thrust forward, and impale her even more on his rock-hard dick. Shelly’s mind was nothing but thoughts of pleasure.
He moved as quickly as he had when he’d been on top, so fast that Shelly was sure he would be a blur if anyone could see them right now.
“I want you to cum again,” he said. “Scream as loud as you can and soak my cock with your juices.”
Shelly loved the dirty talk, and was soon having yet another orgasm. She had barely ever had one orgasm let alone multiple orgasms. She didn’t think she would be able to walk in the morning from the pounding he was giving her, but it would be well worth it. Her voice left her mouth as her body was hit by the waves of another climax.
“Yeah that’s it, oh, yes I can feel it,” he gasped.
Shelly felt his body jerk as his cum unloaded deeply into her body. She felt each pulse as it hit her falls. She couldn’t get enough, she wanted more, never wanted this to end.
To her surprise he didn’t slow down, he kept thrusting through his orgasm and pushed her into places her mind hadn’t imagined before. There was no thought, nothing, simply the sensation of her pussy throbbing and reacting with more feelings of climax after climax.
Finally, after another little while he began to slow his pace. Moving slowly in and out of her, breathing heavily, as she felt his body release another load into her body; she hadn’t known men could orgasm more than once, but Shelly would not be complaining!
“I’m not quick done; I hope you aren’t too sore!” he said.
Shelly didn’t say a word, but just went for the ride as he pulled out, and put her on top of him. He lowered her body onto his still hard penis, and pulled her up and down. Shelly moved along with him, but Tully was controlling the action more than she was. He was doing a great job of it too, as she could feel the now familiar thrumming of another climax starting in her body.
“I like watching your face as you orgasm,” he whispered to her.
Shelly looked down at him and found that he was indeed watching her very closely.
“Oh I watch you all the time, both nights you’ve worked, I haven’t missed a move you make. I pictured how it would be to fuck you, and it’s better than I could ever have imagined,” he smiled wickedly.
She was shocked by the information. “I didn’t think you noticed me. Every time I would pass you and try to say something, you were looking another way.”
“Oh no, I was watching; how do you think I could stop all those men from touching you? I wanted you - they can’t have you, and you’re mine now.”
He smacked her ass hard.
Shelly jumped and he shoved her down hard on his cock again.
“But...” she started but didn’t continue as he lifted her up and shoved her down hard once again.
“Don’t talk right now, just listen and let me talk. Just know that once Tully has you, no one else is going to touch you. Hell you won’t want them; they can’t do what I can to you. You are mine, and now you are going to cum again.”
He pulled her up and pushed her down.
In his hands she felt as if she was as light as a feather. It was nothing for him to lift her like this, and he did it several times, until Shelly felt the juices bursting through the dam once again, and she screamed out in yet another orgasm.
He pulled her down and lifted his body up and shot another load into her. Holding her still, she could feel the pulsing as it hit again and again. She wiggled as much as she could as he held her in place and her body answered by having another climax.
Finally, Tully let her move, and Shelly collapsed on his chest. He pulled up her head and kissed her on the lips, and he smiled at her.
“So was it good for you?” he asked, a knowing smile playing across his lips.
Shelly looked down at him incredulous, thinking he might honestly be asking her, until she saw the curve of that smile forming on his mouth.
“I don’t think you really need to ask that.”
He laughed a hearty laugh, and kissed her forehead.
“I wasn’t kidding. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
“I would never have guessed, honestly. You kept it close to your chest.”
“I think I showed you exactly how I felt tonight though.”
“Yes, oh yes, you did.”
Shelly lay there listening to his heartbeat, the sweet exhaustion that came after sex overwhelming her and making her feel drowsy.
He pulled her up once again to look into her eyes.
“I also wasn’t kidding about you belonging to me. If anyone hits on you and I’m not here, you tell me.”
He saw the fear in her eyes as it flashed quickly.
“I’ll be here alone?” she asked.
“I really don’t think you will ever have to worry about that. Most days of the week I’ll be here long before you will be, but just in case I have a court case or something that runs a long time, I’m just saying you are mine, and no one else’s.”
His eyes burned into her.
Shelly could see he was serious, that there wouldn’t be many times, if ever, that she would be in the clubhouse without him around. As long as he was there she would be sure that no one but him would touch her. Not that she wasn’t worried about standing up for herself; but so many rowdy bikers in one place, well they could get out of hand.
“I know, and I don’t want anyone else to touch me either,” she stated.
“Good, that’s what I want to hear.”
Tully kissed her on the lips again, his tongue probing once again into her mouth.
As they kissed she could feel his cock moving inside of her, getting hard once again. Shelly moaned deeply - the night was just beginning, she was sure of that. Tully was truly a man who would be able to satisfy her in ways she could never have imagined before. Compared to her one and only lover, he was a stallion, someone who could keep going and never quit.
He moved her body up and down as his dick got harder as they kissed.
“Baby it’s going to be a long night; I hope you don’t have plans for early!” he chuckled.
Shelly sighed with pleasure and leaned down into him once more.