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“I don’t have lube on me, VP,” the guy mumbled.

Houston reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube then tossed it to the guy. He slicked his fingers and worked them in and out of my pussy, stretching me, and make sure I was nice and slick.

“Turn over, Ginger,” Houston said. “Ass in the air.”

I did as he commanded and the other guy parted my ass cheeks then lubed that hole too. I winced. He wasn’t very gentle and didn’t seem to know what the hell he was doing since he just jammed his fingers into me. It felt like at least two. Maybe three. He worked them in and out, then added more lube and did it again.

“Get the bowl of condoms and bring them over,” Houston told the other man. He rushed off to do the VP’s bidding. I remained on my hands and knees on the table, ass in the air, since he hadn’t told me to move yet.

Houston kicked a chair closer to the table and sprawled in it. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out. When the prospect returned, he took a condom and rolled it down his shaft then crooked a finger at me.

“Ride me. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I got off the table and hurried over to the VP. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I started to straddle his lap, but he shook his head, stopping me.

“It’s not your cunt I want. Slide your ass down on my cock.” I swallowed hard, knowing this was going to hurt since I wasn’t ready. “You ever come with a cock in your ass?”

“No, Sir.”

He growled softly. “I like that. No, Sir. Keep it up, Ginger. You’re pleasing me already.”

I held onto the table as I got into position, then I reached back with one hand to guide him between my ass cheeks. I took a deep breath and let it out before lowering myself a little. Sweat broke out on my brow as the head of his cock breached me.

Houston placed his hand on my belly, then slid it down between my legs. He spread me open and swirled his fingers over my clit in a light stroke. I moaned and closed my eyes a moment, lowering myself onto his cock a little more.

“That’s it. Be a good little whore and take all of this dick.” As he worked my clit, I took more and more of him into my body. When my ass met his lap, I knew I had every inch inside me. Houston kept stroking my clit, and my nipples were rock hard from how turned on I was. He leaned forward, his chest pressing to my back. “Ride me. You don’t stop until I come. Understood?”

I nodded and lifted slowly before lowering myself again. It took a few strokes before I found my rhythm. With two fingers on my clit, and three from his other hand shoved inside my pussy, it wasn’t long before I was riding a wave of bliss. I’d never known I could enjoy sex until I’d met these bikers.

I rode him harder, taking him as deep as I could. I heard him grunt and he lifted his hips. Suddenly, he jerked his fingers free of my pussy and I found myself bent over the table as he pounded into my ass, taking what he wanted. But I was already close to coming, and I let go, letting the tidal wave of pleasure pull me under.

Houston pulled out and smacked my ass cheek. “Good girl. I think you’ll do just fine here.”

He no sooner stepped away than another man took his place. They fucked me for hours, and my pussy and ass hurt by the time the girls were wandering down the hall to their room. The President lifted me off the table and threw me over his shoulder. I didn’t know where we were going, and I was too exhausted to care. My legs wouldn’t hold my weight any longer, and all I wanted to do was soak in some hot water and sleep. Not necessarily in that order.

Vegas tossed me onto a bed, and I bounced. I shoved my hair out of my face and looked up at him before checking out the room. The other club whores stared at me in curiosity.

“Get some sleep, Ginger. I want your ass naked and ready to serve by the time the sun is up. Understood?”

“Yes, Vegas.”

He grunted, turned on his heel and walked off. The other women turned away from me and laid down on their beds. I didn’t know what it would take to become friends with them, but I sure hoped I could. But even if I didn’t, I was still better off than I’d been before. Multiple orgasms! I hadn’t realized it was truly a thing.

Until now.

Chapter Three

Bronx

The club had thoroughly used Ginger the first forty-eight hours she’d been with us, and I knew it was because of Vegas. He’d likely ordered Houston to make sure the club broke her in well. More than one girl had wanted to leave after the first night, but Ginger had not only survived it, she seemed to be perfectly fine.

Even now, she wore a bright smile. Naked, except for a pair of four-inch heels, she sauntered across the room, flirting with everyone. The other girls still gave her a wide berth, but sooner or later they’d befriend her. I knew they were protecting themselves, not wanting to get close until they knew she’d stick around.

“Want to take her to your room?” Reno asked.

I scanned the area and saw the Pres and VP at a table in the corner. Both watched Ginger’s every move. “I think she’s still on trial. If we try to leave with her, Vegas may stop us. For whatever reason, he likes to punish the women who come knocking at the door.”

“Makes you wonder what they’ve been through to stick around. Kiki, Sasha, Melody… I don’t know much about any of them. You?”

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