Page 11 of Disturbed Lucidity

Hours later, I heard Mouth shout, “Finish up and head home, Ivy.”

“Sure thing,” I said, loading the last glass into the dishwasher. Closing the door, I started it. Grabbing my rag, I quickly wiped down the bar before throwing it in the laundry bin. Reaching for my backpack, I walked around the bar when Slash moseyed over.

“Thought you would have left already.”

“Leaving now.”

“Need someone to walk you to a cab?”

“Nope.” I smirked. “I’m gonna walk. Got my mace and my trusty knife. I’m good.”

“Never bring a knife to a gunfight, Ivy,” Slash groaned, looking around the room, before he added, “Come on. I’ll give you a lift home.”

Nodding, I didn’t bother arguing. I allowed Slash to walk me out of the clubhouse. I could have told him I didn’t need a ride, that I was perfectly capable of walking home on my own, but I knew my words would fall on deaf ears. Mikie—or Slash as he wanted me to call him—was only doing what his mother and Father Dominic had drilled into him.

Trudging towards the exit, I was bone fucking tired and my feet were killing me. All I wanted to do was go home and take a long hot bath.

Stepping out into the early morning air, I let the cool ocean breeze blow around me while I waited for Slash.

It was still black as night, but the stars were twinkling brightly in the night sky.

Seeing Hannibal standing near the door, I smiled. “I’m leaving now, Hannibal.”

The big man huffed.

Slash walked up behind me, slinging his arm over my shoulder. “Come on, babe, let’s get you home before you fall asleep.”

Agreeing with that statement one hundred percent, I allowed Slash to lead me over to his bike. Once seated, he scooted forward, and I used his shoulder for support while I swung my leg over and climbed on behind him. Holding him tightly around the waist, I laid my head against his back and closed my eyes.

I finally felt safe.

A girl couldn’t ask for much more.

Chapter Three

Luc

“Make Crystal cum, Pixie, or you’re fucking kicked.”

“Yes, Prez.” The cute new club whore nodded as she held a double-ended dildo.

Sitting in my chair, I watched while Pixie faced Crystal, who was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, giving me the perfect view of her glistening shaved pussy. Pixie fed one end of the large purple plastic dildo into her cunt and fucked her with it.

Pixie was a sweet kid. New to the club, she quickly caught on to all the rules, and I expected little trouble out of her. She was going to be a great addition to the clubhouse pussy pool.

Getting to my feet, I walked over to the bed and grabbed the dildo from her, shoving the other end into her wet cunt, moving it back and forth, fucking them both simultaneously.

My dick was aching to be released from its confines, but I wasn’t quite ready to have my sinister way with her. I needed to make sure Pixie could handle any situation before I got to the fucking.

As new club snatch, I liked to spend some time with the new girls to show them what the club brothers would expect of them. Not that I minded at all. I was always up for a good fuck, but once the girls started mixing with the pool downstairs, I never touched them again. I’d seen too many times what double dipping could cause, and I refused to get some fucking sexually transmitted disease. That’s why I always suited up before fucking anyone. Didn’t give a fuck who it was.

My johnson never entered a wet pussy without a raincoat on.

Smiling as Pixie finally let go, I moved the dildo faster between them and they both started to cum.

She was a cute kid, and I knew my brother’s downstairs would all want a piece of her. She had that hometown fresh schoolgirl look about her. My boys were going to eat her alive, literally and figuratively.

Seeing the dark wet stain on the sheets between her open legs, I pulled the dildo from their drenched cunts as they both lay panting on my bed, cuddling next to each other. Unzipping my jeans, I reached over and grabbed a condom from my nightstand and quickly rolled it down my stiff cock.

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