Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC (7 page)

Despite my promises to myself to stay away from Theo from then on, I kept an eye on the back room door, waiting for him to emerge. He never did.

“Want to hang out somewhere more quiet?” Gunner breathed into my ear as he toyed with my hair. His hand ran up and down my thigh, traveling just a littler higher than it ought to in public.

I shrugged with a coy grin. “Maybe.” Then we heard the familiar giggle. Dawn appeared at his side.
Dammit, Mort.
I glanced around and found the older man staring down his reddening nose and into a big mug of beer.

“Gunner was gonna teach me a thing or two, weren’t you Gunner?” she purred, stroking his arm. She thrust her tits out and pouted; his lips parted.
Great.

“Gunner’s too busy to play teacher,” I said, wiggling in his lap. Sure enough, I felt him stir inside his pants.

“Or maybe he’s ready for something new,” she said. “Maybe he’s tired of the same old thing.”

Gunner’s eyes darted between the two of us with obvious amusement. “Or maybe the something new will break too easy. Maybe it needs a little more real-world experience.”

“Maybe you’re just washed up and jealous,” she smirked.

I slid from Gunner’s lap and got up in her face. “I’ll get a fork right now and pop those fake-ass boobs of your if you think you can talk to me like that.” God, I hated losing my temper, but after my frustration with Theo, this was the last thing I needed.

Gunner laid a hand on my shoulder. “Whoa now, ladies, no need to get violent. As much as I’d like to see it, I don’t need Nella blaming me and kicking you girls out. Why don’t we all go in the back and settle your differences?”

“No!” we both shrieked. That finally got Nella’s attention.

“Gunner, if you’re harassing my girls…” she called from up the bar.

“They’re harassing me!” He grabbed Dawn by the arm. “Something new, eh? Sorry, Ivy.” He shrugged at me. “I wanna play with those titties again before you go popping them.”

Fuckers!
He led her away, leaving me alone with the empty stool and the remainder of his drink. I threw it back -
bourbon, of course
- and climbed onto the seat. My sensible self fizzled away beneath the burning shame and anger.
Revenge. Revenge. I’ll kill the bitch. This is
my
club. I’ll kill her!

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I had a chance at revenge soon enough. It was only two days later, and Bill was holding an informal afternoon meeting.

I waited until Dawn returned from the bathroom. "They want a few beers in there," I said, "They asked for you specifically." She puffed up like a preening bird.
Sucker.

Irish gave me a dirty look, but set her up with a tray of mugs and a pitcher. His pride was still smarting after she rejected him and insisted on continuing to call him Prospect no matter what she was told. When she disappeared into the back with the tray in hand, he said, "You're evil."

I shrugged and waited for the fireworks.

A bellow emerged from the back room, followed by several crashes, followed by a shriek. Irish and I exchanged a gleeful look as Dawn stumbled back out into the bar, her hair and shirt soaked in beer. Braless as usual, her nipples were plainly visible behind the thin wet fabric.

Bill followed on her heels.
Uh oh
. It was no joke to piss off the president.

He grabbed her shirt and yanked it up over her head. My stomach lurched.
Ok, maybe I went too far
.

"What are you doing?" she squealed. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts.

"Do you want to leave? You can head right out that door. You won't be allowed back in but no one will stop you walking out."

"No," she whimpered.

Bill pointed at Irish. "Get the leash." Irish blanched, but he jumped to obey. The other men had gathered in the doorway to watch the explosion and judging by their smirks, they weren't disappointed. Bill snarled at them, "Tonight, she's mine."

Irish came around the bar and handed Bill the old, worn leather collar and leash. I hadn't seen this particular punishment doled out often. It was exclusively for rulebreaking bitches, and while we could be a dumb breed, we weren't that dumb.

Bill snapped the collar around her neck. "Shirt stays off." He clipped the leash to her and twisted the other end around the leg of a barstool. "You don't move unless I retrieve you. Got it?"

"Got it," she squeaked.

He fished something out of his pocket - a pill, from what I could tell.
Yup, definitely too far.
"Open," he said. His tone left no room for argument, though for the first time, fear and doubt crossed Dawn's face. But she opened her mouth and swallowed the pill.

Bill pushed past the men back into the club room. They followed one by one, taking the opportunity to ogle Dawn's tits.

Once they were out of sight, Dawn looked to me with real panic in her eyes. "What the fuck did he just give me?"

"X," I said. "You'll be fine. I think."

She blew out a breath. "Hell, that's nearly a reward." Her eyes narrowed. "You're a real fucking piece of shit, you know that? Both of you."

Ha. Where's the airheaded, simpering little blond girl now?
Her normally heavy bedroom eyes were filled with fury. "You stepped on the wrong bitch's toes. You'll learn your place after this." If I felt bad, I sure as hell wasn't going to let her know. I did whisper to Irish, though, "Keep an eye on her tonight?" He nodded.

Dawn had a rough night. Enough to make me feel a little guilty, but not especially. The ecstasy combined with all the leering eyes and groping hands on her breasts had her uncomfortable, to say the least. She squirmed on that stool like she had bugs in her underwear. Bill ignored her for the most part, leaving her seated for a time before finally taking the leash and leading her into a booth and out of my line of sight from my spot by the jukebox.

"He teased the fuck out of me," she griped when I drove her home later. "I was actually in pain when he finally let me come."

I snickered. "So overall not a bad time."

"Still a shitty move, Ivy!" We stopped in front of the motel. "This is war now." I watched her make her bowlegged way back up to her front door before driving off, laughing to myself the whole way.

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She got me good not long after. The very next evening, actually. I’d pretty much given up on Theo - he was still residing in the clubhouse, but he hadn’t been spending any time in the bar at all. When I asked Bill about it, he said he was on a job. Then he took Dawn, Nella, and I aside. “Someone’s been after our girls,” he said. “Our girls” referred to his strippers. That club was located the next town over, and none of us ever went there. Dawn probably could have made a killing, but I was too short and had no rhythm whatsoever. It wasn’t even a consideration. Dawn herself had only said “fuck dancing,” when I asked her why she didn’t give it a try.

“Did something happen?” I asked, “Like what that guy did to me?”

“No. He went after you because you’re here at our clubhouse.”
Right. A warning and an insult and all that.
“No, they’ve actually snatched up a few girls and taken them out of state.”

All three of our jaws dropped.

“Close your mouths. Theo’s on the case. He’s gotten a few of the girls back, actually.”

“But why? And what are they doing to them?” I hissed.

“Far as we could tell, they rough them up a bit and put them to work doing nothing different than they’re already doing. It’s… well, it’s club business. I’m only telling you three so you’ll be careful.”

“It’s those motherfucking Eagles, ain’t it?” Nella asked, hands on her hips. Bill nodded. The Northern Eagles were a rival motorcycle club. They had a small chapter maybe a day’s ride away from us, but their main house was a few states over.
Doesn’t explain what Theo’s got to do with it.

“They’ve stolen a lot of shit from us that we’ve settled and let slide. But this is a slap in the face.” I knew the Dust Bowl Devils were far from angels. They dipped their fingers in every illegal trade you could imagine. But that was all - they dipped their fingers. From what I understood, they were involved in transport, storage, some laundering, but never direct trade. It was hard to imagine that anyone would want to make enemies out of them.

They fought with the Eagles, though, as if it were a longstanding tradition. They fought because they’d always fought. It was a neverending cycle. Stealing girls, though… that was a new low. “Is their whole club involved?”

Bill sighed. “We think it’s possible. Theo seems to think it’s just a few particularly bad eggs back from his hometown. Don’t worry yourselves about it. I mean it. Just… be careful.” He gave each of us a stern look before sauntering away.
I guess that sort of explains it.
Truth was, I zoned out when they talked business.

Jester showed up later that evening, high and horny. I swooped in before Dawn could get her slutty hands all over him. I hadn’t been with anyone since Theo’s spanking and was on edge.
Time to get back on the horse. He’s plainly finished with me.
After two drinks, Jester led me into the back rooms. I had to resist sticking my tongue out at Dawn.

She fell into me as I passed and grabbed both my hands, nearly knocking Jester and I over in the process. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” she giggled, “I must have had a few shots too many!” She shrugged and patted me on the ass. “Go on, girly, don’t let me hold you up.”

I didn’t know what she was getting at, so all I could do was shoot her the stink-eye before passing out of the room.

Jester looked like a young clone of his father, except that somehow, Bill, the president of a rough and dangerous motorcycle club, smiled more often than the young man. Inexplicably he was even more humorless when he was high. But he was good-looking, and while he was rough he wasn’t cruel like Gunner, so I was happy to entertain him.

“I’m just gonna check my messages,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Go ahead and get undressed.” He sat on the room’s uncomfortable wooden chair and brought his phone to his ear. I stripped as he watched, his attention split between me and whatever he was listening to. I removed my shirt first and cupped my bare tits for him, but he only nodded and indicated that I should go on. I pulled off my skirt and panties and posed against the bed, back arched, ass up in the air, giving him just a glimpse of the pink at the apex of my thighs. That got his attention a little better - his eyes darkened, and he tilted his chin at me and said “Lie down. Almost done here.”

I sat up against the pillows at the head of the bed. Still intent on distracting him from his important business, I bent my legs at the knees and spread them open. Then I let a hand lazily trail down to my pussy, grazing my lips with a light touch. I felt a slight burning sensation.
Should’ve washed my hands,
I thought as I wiped my fingers against the blankets. Then I dove back in with a firmer touch, stroking deeper between my sensitive folds, seeking the growing wetness as I anticipated the rest of the evening’s activities. Jester liked to have me toy with his asshole while we fucked - though heaven forbid I ever put any words to the act - and sometimes would finger mine in return. It felt deliciously dirty, and thinking about it brought forth a wave of fluids.

But something was wrong. That slight burn very quickly became a fire. I pulled my hand away, but it was too late. “Oh, my God,” I mumbled, looking down at myself. Nothing
seemed
amiss - I was a little red, but there was no visible dirt or anything.

And then the fire became an inferno. “Oh my God. OH MY GOD.” I fanned myself as a high-pitched shriek tore from my throat. The pain took my breath away.

Jester dropped his phone. “What the fuck? What’s wrong?”

“It BURNS!”

He backed away as if it was contagious. “I’m gonna get Nella.”

I barely heard him. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the bathroom. “Fuck fuck fuck!” It was like fucking
napalm.
It just kept getting worse. I leapt into the bathtub, turned on the water, and positioned myself beneath the faucet so the stream ran directly against my burning pussy. I shrieked again. The water did nothing at all to help. I’d even swear it was making it worse, spreading it everywhere.

Nella materialized in the bathroom. She looked down at me in my compromising position with her mouth wide open and shook her head in shock. “Jesus, Ivy. Did you catch something?”

I wailed, “No! It started when I touched myself! Do something!” Someone laughed behind her, then another, deeper chuckled. Dawn and Irish hovered over her shoulders. “Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed at them.

Nella elbowed Irish. “Get some milk, fast.” He took off running.

Dawn was still laughing. “What did you do?” Nella asked her.

“Oh, God, Ivy, you should see your face. Got jalapeno juice on my hands, and-” she dissolved in another fit of giggles.

“If you two don’t cut this shit out, you’re both getting the boot!” Nella shouted as Irish returned. She turned off the water and, lifting the gallon jug, poured milk directly against my pussy. It didn’t stop the burning but it cooled me down at least a little. She sighed. “Would you two get out? Who’s manning the bar?” Irish muttered under his breath as he left, his shoulders still shaking with chuckles. Dawn followed soon after, but not before I flipped her the bird. She only grinned.