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Sin
"This makes it three hits we've taken. It's like they know where we will be as soon as we decide", Zeus looks around the room, letting the implications of his words settle in. There's a rat among our people. Over the last month several of our cocaine shipments got seized by the DEA. Considering he doesn't decide on a drop off point until the last possible minute the leaks have to be from the inside. While the chapters do coordinate, we don't share the details of our runs on a regular basis. No one here would know the ins and outs of Portland operations so sufficed to say that Zeus came to us because he can't trust his own people.
"I can't take another loss. I owe the Columbians for the last three. I need your help, brothers." His desperation was obvious. Zeus was, for the most part, a decent president and what was happening in his chapter was a shame. There's no way we would turn our back on him so solving this problem took precedence.
"How many do you need?", Ink asks. There're already several interested brothers around the room. We understand that there's a degree of risk involved given that their previous runs were busted but it comes with the territory regardless. The club had lawyers, politicians, prisons guards and damn near anyone with an iota of sway in their pocket. We'd be protected even if we did get caught. That's not to say we'd be careless, riding our bikes beat prisons brawls any day.
"About 10 of ya'll. What do you say, brother?", he directs his question at Ink. We're all free to join in with Zeus but Ink's approval is a complementary show of respect from both sides. Zeus for asking and Ink for accepting.
"Our brothers in Portland need our help." Ink addresses. "They're having their trust tested and I trust Zeus to find this rat. Until he's able to, I'm more than happy to help him with his runs. This will of course be decided on a vote. All in favour?" A series of Ayes reverberate around the room.
"Who among you are willing to go with him?" Ink asks. Almost everyone volunteers. Zeus and Ink chuckle.
"Looks like you have the pick of the litter."
In the next few minutes, Zeus decides on who he wants on the run with him and I'm one of them. We talk strategy and I insist on having two more of our guys added. My idea of help from above is a sniper in the sky and with the rat problem Zeus is having, we could use the extra pairs of eyes. He agrees easily enough and then we step out for the party the old ladies have organised for us.
It's all in full swings and I find myself looking for a curvaceous bottle brunette in the crowd. I'm disappointed as usual. Claudette never attends any of our parties, opting to stay in her room. Her staying in the club worries me. Several of my brother's looked interested when she first came in and her cold attitude has done the opposite of repelling them. If anything, her mysterious aura only makes them more curious. I know because it does the same to me.
One of the club whores, Brandi, comes up and wraps her arms around me. She's got a pricey rack on her and I'm pretty sure a few of my brothers are footing the bill for her ass. That isn't the norm around here but Brandi's a club favourite. Always eager, never questioning and even the old ladies took a liking to her when they saw how nice she was. Most club whores get catty after a while, but Brandi stayed easy going all year round.
"You look good", I say as I take in her body in a sparkly top that hangs around her tits, showcasing her cleavage. She's got leather pants on and I don't need to see her from behind to know that her ass is well worth the investment.
"You don't look so bad yourself. It's been too long since we last got together" she purrs as she runs one of her talonlike nails down my arms. I smile at the memory of her taking my cock while eating out Dixie. It was the night before Claudette arrived with her enticing eyes and alluring indifference. I shake my head wondering how I'd related her to a memory she had absolutely nothing to do with it. It was concerning how every thought I had was starting to circle back to her.
I reach around Brandi and squeeze her ass. Definitely worth the investment. We start swaying to the music and feeling each other up. She talks dirty in my ear, telling me how bad she wants my cock in her new ass. It gets the job done and I'm hard as a rock by the end of the song. Eager to get starter I drag her to one of the guest rooms, unwilling to go all the way to my room on the third floor.
She leans in for a kiss, but I grab her face and turn it to get access to her neck. I do little infinities with my tongue and she moans in response. I forgot how loud Brandi could be. She fumbles with my belt before pushing my pants down and dropping to her knees. I lean back on the bedroom door and wrap my hands in her hair as her head bobs on my dick. Mouth like a fucking vacuum. She hollows her cheek and makes wet slurping noises. I throw my head back and close my eyes, seeing the face of a woman who looks nothing like Brandi.
"Fuuuuuck", I grit my teeth.
I pull Brandi off my dick and walk her to the window instead of the bed. She's been with me enough times to know that I like to fuck with a little bit of danger so she's not as phased as she was the first time. I savagely rip open her top as she shimmies out of her heels and pants.
Not a second later I have her bent over the window so that her upper body is outside while her ass and legs are inside. I stick two fingers into her dripping pussy while admiring her ass. I reach around her and put my wet fingers into her mouth making her moan as she tastes herself.
"Tell me what you taste like", I command.
"Like a slut. A bad girl who needs to be punished", she looks back at me all needy and fuckable. I know what she wants, and I'm inclined to give it to her.
I spank her so hard her ass reddens. She cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. I instantly rub the offended spot, soothing her. Then we repeat the cycle until she's a horny, quivering mess begging for my dick. I put on a condom, enter her pussy and stick a finger in her ass.