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Chapter Three
Juice's POV two weeks later
I sat at the clubhouse watching a croweater dancing on the pool table. She was hot and I knew I could have her if I wanted. The problem was that I didn't want her; I didn't want any of them. The woman I wanted was sleeping in her bed across town. Ever since our date she'd been the only thing on my mind, her soft skin, softer lips and the mystery piercings I had yet to find. We had gone on a couple more dates and didn't get to finish what was started at the theater in Lodi, club business kept on interfering. Suddenly I felt eyes on me and saw Tig approach with one of the croweaters.
"Juice this is Rae, Rae Juice, his is the cock you'll be riding tonight." He threw her into my lap and I caught her before she toppled over. She giggled as she placed a sloppy kiss on my lips. I didn't want her or any of the others so I pushed her off my lap and she pouted.
"Sorry honey, go find someone else. I don't want you tonight." She got up and rubbed her ass as she moved away. Tig looked at me with unrestrained amusement.
"Have you become a fag or something? Jesus, Juice this place is full of hot, tight pussy that want you to nail them. You can do anything to these gashes and they'll come crawling back for more. Your new bitch got your nuts in a vice?" Tig was always annoying, but this was a level beyond. He had no right to talk about Daria, none of them did. They didn't know how fucking perfect she was.
"None of these bitches are half the woman Daria is. She's smart, funny and fucking adorable." I smiled and Tig smacked me on the back of the head.
"You're such a fag, just get your dick sucked and forget about the librarian. What does she have on you anyway? You knock her up already?" He grabbed a shot from the table next to us and downed it.
"You wouldn't understand." I took a pull from my beer and he leaned in.
"I do understand, she's something pure, ripe just ready to be corrupted. I don't think you're up to the challenge brother. Send her to me and I'll corrupt her the right way." I stood up and started to walk away before I started a fight. Tig always had a knack for pissing people off and I was beyond pissed. I decided to take a walk and was shocked as I went outside. Daria was getting out of a croweater's car and they were laughing. Suddenly Clay came up behind me and threw an arm over my shoulders.
"I thought it was time that we met your woman. See what was so special about her that you turn down all the free pussy." He let me go and I walked to Daria. She looked gorgeous but she definitely didn't fit in with the other women. Her dress was too long and too loose and her shoes were too flat. They were going to eat her alive.
"Baby, what are you doing here?" I asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I loved her lips and her hands, especially when they were scratching down my chest and back.
"Destiny came to the library today and said that there was a party and I should come to it, said you'd be here and she was right." She smiled and I couldn't help but return it she was so cute, so different from the whores.
"I don't think this is your kind of place babe, maybe we should go back to your place and I could play "Find the Piercings" again, maybe finish the game this time." I wagged my eyebrows and she looked hurt.
"You're ashamed of me aren't you?" She unwound her arms from my neck and backed away.
"No baby, no I just don't think this is the right place for you. Let's just go to my bike and I'll take you home." I looked in her eyes and felt like I'd been kicked in the junk, she looked so sad. I never did good with crying chicks.
"I'll just call a cab. Go back to the party." As she said it I saw the tears start to fall and she began to walk off the lot. Just as I was about to go to her, Clay walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulders and steered her back toward the party. I don't even think she realized he was doing it
"You've gotta keep a better eye on your woman. She might wander off and get into trouble." Clay handed her off to me and she stood hugging herself tightly and staring at the ground.
"Come on, let's go inside." I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. As long as I was with her the croweaters wouldn't touch her. She gave me a weak smile and I brought her into the clubhouse, god I hoped I wouldn't regret it
Daria's POV
I stared in shock at the scene in front of me. There were half naked women walking around, literally throwing themselves at the men in the cuts. My eyes widened as I saw a man put his hand down the front of a woman's shorts roughly before he pulled his hand out and pushed her away. She looked a bit hurt but moved onto another man, sitting on his lap. This man grabbed her breast roughly and she laughed and leaned to whisper in his ear. Juice wound an arm around my waist and led me further into the room where I saw more, women even more naked than the first. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Destiny on her knees in front of one of the few Sons I knew. I blushed as she opened his pants and Juice wisely led me further away. As we moved farther into the clubhouse one of the Sons that I'd seen around town walked up to us and I could feel Juice tense up.
"This your gash?" He asked and Juice tightened his grip around me. I decided to be friendly and extended my hand.
"I'm Daria, and you are?" I asked and he took my hand, giving it the weak shake I expected from these tough men.
"Alex, but you can call me Tigger. Ever do the full cowgirl?" He asked and I laughed.
"And the reverse cowgirl, and doggy style and the piledriver and the Asian cowgirl. Throw the Kama Sutra in there." I smirked as he barked out a laugh and Juice's hand tightened on my hip.
"That's, that's just great. I see why you're into her Juicyboy. She's got that Hot for Teacher thing going on." He laughed again as he walked away and Juice found a table with women seated around it and gave them a sharp look which caused them to scramble away.
"Is it always like this?" I asked as I waved my hand around the room and Juice laughed.
"This is just a small get together; you should see when we get brother's coming from other charter's shit gets crazy." He laughed and I furrowed my brow. I didn't know how I felt about it all.
That's not exactly what I meant. What did these women ever do to you guys? They're human beings; they deserve respect, not to be traded around like toys." He started laughing until he saw that I was serious.
"You serious? Jesus Christ, they are toys Daria. They're here to be fucked, to suck and move onto another brother. They're croweaters, their only place in this world is to entertain us. They aren't like you or Gemma or the other Old Ladies. You are the ones to be respected, loved. You fucking matter, not them." I was horrified, he meant every word he said and it didn't sit right with me.
"Do they at least get paid?" My response was met with derisive laughter.
"Why pay for what you get for free. Shit, Daria they're nothing, fucking one of them is no different than jacking off, just a release." He drank his beer and I tried to shrink in on myself, he said I wasn't like them. What made me different?
"Do you fuck them?" My voice was small but I knew he heard me.
"I used to, but since you came around baby…you're all that I want. If you don't like it here we could go to my dorm room and have a private party." His smile turned seductive and I felt something tighten low in my body.
"I'm a woman, what makes me different than them? Seriously Juice, I have a vagina, what makes mine so different from theirs?" My voice rose and I couldn't control it, I was a proud Feminist, and I doubled in English Literature and Women's Studies for my undergrad. I was trained to stop shit like this.
"You're good, that's what makes you different. You aren't like them. Yeah you have a pussy, but it's my pussy. No one touches you but me. You're different because you're special to me and that's enough!" His voice was soon louder than mine and he slammed his fist on the table. I was too far gone to shirk away from him.
"Excuse me? My pussy is yours now? I don't think so. My body is mine and my life is mine. I don't belong to anybody but me." With that I got up and weaved my way through the bodies in the main room. I made it outside and was drawn to the boxing ring outside. Two men were bare knuckle brawling. I didn't know who they were or why but I was drawn to it. One of the women saw me and brought me a beer with a smile and told me that one of the guys was a man named Happy and the other was a guy named Chris. The names meant nothing to me, but I did notice that the one she called Happy was one of the scariest guys I'd ever seen and it made me instantly respect him. I found myself chanting with the others and suddenly I felt arms around me and I yelped.
"You don't fucking do shit like that Daria!" Juice hissed in my ear as he dragged me off to the shadows of the clubhouse and pinned me to the wall.
"Let me go Juice." I said coolly and he just pressed me tighter to the wall.
"I don't think so. You humiliated me, how do you think it looks when a woman gets in my face? You don't know this world baby." He whispered the last in my ear and I felt his hand move up the back of my skirt.
"Maybe I don't want t know this world." I whispered softly and he looked me straight in the eyes.
"If you wanna be gone, just say it and I'll be out of your life, no harm, no foul baby. Just don't try to come back." There was fear in his eyes and I know it echoed mine.
"I just don't know what to do Juice. This is different than anything I'm used to but god help me I want you." With that admission he crushed his mouth with mine and pulled my hips against his. He started to grind against me and I gasped. My gasp allowed his tongue to enter my mouth and his hands began massaging my ass. Once he broke for air I put pressure against his chest and he moved away.
"Your choice here baby, either we go back to the clubhouse or I take you home and find every damn piercing with my mouth." My knees went weak and he held me, pulling me into his arms as he brought his mouth to mine again.
"Take me home Juice." I moaned as his mouth moved to my neck and he groaned but did as I requested. I wouldn't have doubted that we broke at least a dozen traffic laws as we rode to my house. We didn't even make it to the bedroom or get naked before he was inside me.
"Eight, you have eight fucking piercings baby. Maybe I was wrong about you; maybe you're a bad girl after all." He grinned from his place between my legs and I smiled in return. "Naw, you taste too sweet to be bad."
My eyes rolled back in my head as his mouth went to work again. My earlier assessment had been correct. The man certainly knew what he was doing.