Page 2 of Sunshine & Ink

What would a man like him, who had already fucked everyone, and done everything, even want with me?

And I had never even hadsexbefore.

But I certainly wasn’t going to advertisethatembarrassing fact.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up. It was the Saints’ holy man, clasping the Holy Words in one hand while he looked me up and down with pale, expressionless eyes.He had wispy white hair despite being only in his 30s and he smelled of incense.

“Little one, are you 20?”

I nodded, feeling uncomfortable as he looked me up and down.

The leather cut the vested members always wore had a patch that saidApostle.

He put a hand on my shoulder with fingers that were damp and warm, moving my hair to get a better look at my body.

“Are you prepared to serve the Saints with your cunt and your mouth, as the Elders dictate?”

My skin crawled and I repressed a shudder with an effort.

None of the other brothers had creeped me out like this, and I darted my eyes around to reassure myself that I could do this. Teacher was Raker’s second in command, a tall native man with jet-black hair in a braid, while big, ginger-bearded Builder was at the front of the line to manage which woman Raker would call next.

Maybe I was just being overly dramatic. It wasn’t like my instincts with men were any good in the first place. Since I was from the wrong side of town, I always just assumed all men were dangerous. I would need to get over that to be a Saints Club girl.

So I gave Apostle as big a smile as I could.

“I am ready.”

Besides, he probably did that to all the other girls, asked them all the same questions and looked them over like this.

But as Apostle moved down the line, to check the next ID against the next face, I saw him glance back at me, his jaw moving, and I felt the wet sticky brush of his fingers as he passed me by.

I turned back to the front with a determined motion, ignoring the trickle of sweat that rolled down my spine.

Finally, the red-head was done but she, too, left without an invitation to stay, her plump maroon lips stuck out in an unhappy pout.

God, she was so pretty, too. I felt my lips anxiously. Were they plump enough? My upper lip was a bit thin, wasn’t it?

The woman in front of me walked toward Raker, her hips swaying sensuously.

“How do you want me?” she asked in a low, throaty voice.

Raker just pointed down to his dick.

Even from this distance, it looked big, and I swallowed nervously, my palms slick with sweat now, my heartbeat thrumming in my chest.

He opened the condom with a lazy, leisurely motion. Like this was just a fucking job and he could take it or leave it.

The woman in front of me was eager though, climbing on the chair and spreading her thighs over his and raising her plump, round ass high, so everyone in line could see the slow, wet motion as she took Raker’s cock inch by inch.

Her high heels on the chair emphasized the elegant muscles in her thighs and ass and I desperately wondered if I could ever compete with her confident ability.

I didn’t want to look away because I was afraid it would be seen as a sign of weakness. If I was chosen as club girl, I’d have to watch everyone have sex around me all the time.

So I watched.

She was making loud noises as she rocked back and forth, her dress riding up over her ass.

Raker’s heavy-lidded eyes looked up at her, his big hands on her hips, guiding her curvy body into the rhythm he wanted.

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