Page 17 of From the Darkness

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grumble to myself.

I don’t want to do this thing with Sweet cheeks. The bitch drives me insane. Her voice grates on my nerves and the scent she wears makes my gut turn out and my gag reflex kick in. The first time I smelled her, I went back to my bedroom and threw up the shit in my stomach.

I stop in the hallway just off the main room and feel Eagle come up beside me.

“Let’s do this bullshit. Let’s get the bitch drunk and tracked and then go to the cabin to scrub the skank smell off. We might need industrial strength cleaner to get that serpent’s smell off us,” Eagle states, and pounds my back hard.

I watch as Eagle walks into the common room and looks around.

Taking a deep breath, I step up beside him, doing the same thing he just did.

In the corner is Soda, working the stripper pole like it is a cock. She is naked except for the fuck me heels on her feet. The smooth lips of her pussy are sliding up and down the pole. I can’t see from where I’m standing, but you know that she is sliding down through her own juices.

Normally, I’d find that scene hot and be lying on the ground underneath her and telling her to slide down onto my cock. The only thing I can think of is we are going to need to hire a cleaning company to deep clean this entire place, maybe even replace the fucking poles in here as well.

“Drills, we are going to have to hire someone to clean this shithole up. Maybe try to get rid of the stale pussy and smoke smell,” Eagle whispers.

I chuckle and pound his back. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

I spot Sweet cheeks standing at the bar chatting. I think to myself, this bitch uses anger as a form of foreplay. When Digger starts yelling at her, the entire clubhouse knows that it's turning her on. I stand there and stare at her. She is a complete fashion nightmare. Even I know which colors don’t go together.

She is dressed in a neon pink corset that clashes with her vibrant red hair; she has daisy dukes on her ass that is neon purple leather, and neon blue stilettos that clomp when she walks. The girl couldn’t dress if her life depended on it.

“Dude, she looks like a kindergarten class got a hold of her.

She couldn’t pick fashion if it were handed to her.” Eagle groans.

“Fashion would slap the dumb bitch in the face, and she wouldn’t understand. Let’s get this shit over with.” I chuckle.

“Sweet cheeks, get your ass over here now!” I yell, and then watch as everyone spins around. I slowly make my way to the end of the bar that she hasn’t been sitting at.

The patched members know what is happening, but the prospects, muffler bunnies, and hangers-on have no clue with the exception of Geek. They have no clue that this dumb bitch is trying to sink the very motorcycle club that has been in her or on her and, yes, has even supported her.

“You guys finally ready to let Sweet cheeks make you come,” she growls, and I know that she is trying to purr.

I grab a fist full of her hair and yank her head back. “You don’t get to touch shit, bitch. I will tell you what the fuck I want when I want it, and how the fuck I want it. Right now, put your damn clothes back on and come sit with Eagle and me. We need a drink and something to stare at,” I demand, and push her toward the pile of clothes on the floor. It looks like a crayon box got spilled.

“Is this what I think it is? Are we going to have fun after?” she whispers as she finishes doing up her corset.

“It is what it motherfucking is, get fucking dressed and sit your ass on my lap with your legs spread.,” Eagle states, and I watch in fascination as he turns his head and gags.

We watch as she pulls her skirt on and the heel of her shoe gets caught, making her fall on the floor. She is sprawled out, legs spread, a site that used to have me hardening now has my cock hiding.

“Good, now get your ass on Eagles lap and spread those legs, then you are going to take every single drink I hand you and drink the fucking thing,” I demand and point to the row of forty shots all lined up in front of us, a mixture of vodka, tequila, and bourbon.

Just before we start the shots, Sweet cheeks reaches between her legs and grabs a handful of Eagle, which causes him to jump and grimace.

“Dirtiest bitch in this place, and we have to sit here and let her play with us. Makes me want to bathe in fucking acid.” Eagle whispers so only I can hear, and then he says, “What’s that smell? It smells like dead fucking fish.”

When we reach for the first shot glass, I finally figure out where the smell is coming from. Sweet cheeks legs are open, and I just noticed a fly hovering around down there. I look at Eagle and bug my eyes out. I am glad we won’t have to touch this bitch after today.

It doesn’t take long before we have Sweet cheeks completely black out drunk and we are dragging her ass up to the fuck room.

Now, as a club, we have a rule that if a chick is too drunk to consent, we don’t touch.

When we enter the room, Coin is there, with the needle the tracker in it. I lye her so that it looks like she was taken over the pool table and hike up her skirt.

“What’s that smell?” Coin yells and covers his nose. We all start to chuckle, and Eagle points to Sweet cheeks.

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