Chapter 9

TRAX

It was well after ten o'clock and there's not been a sign of a single Outlaw Knight. My gut told me they were coming to thumb their noses at us for the third night. The surprise was that it's gonna be their last time at The Kitty Kat Club.

I'm sitting at a table drinking my high priced beer, we may be a silent partner, but that doesn't mean we get anything free except access to the girls that wanna have some biker fun. At least we don't get charged a minimum.

A couple of the guys have paid for lap dances, including my brother Sugar. He keeps grabbing Maxi's bouncing tits and I watch her slap his hands away each time. If he wants to do that, it's extra money in a private room, and the cheap bastard knows that.

I take another sip of my beer as I turn my attention to the skinny blonde dancing on the pole. She's got good moves, but not enough meat on her bones to interest me more than watching her dance. Her tits are smaller than you usually see on a stripper. They ain't got enough bounce in them. Her pole acrobatics don't do much for me except to wonder when the next chick is due onstage.

Over at the next table, I saw Striker slide his cell phone out of his cut and answer a call. He stands up and I know things are about to get down and dirty. I chug down the rest of my beer as I stand up.

"Time to go, guys. They're on their way." Striker called out. Every club member stopped what they were doing and we bolted for the side door. Even the strippers giving lap dances ended up on the floor. We had no time to be gentle about anything.

Striker was the only one that went out the front. He had to let Frankie, the bouncer, know it was going down. Frankie knew what he was to do when they showed up.

Our bikes were hidden behind the building so any OK that showed up would be clueless that we were around. The roar of their pipes let us know they were almost here. We all waited in the back until the bikes shut off. I could feel the adrenaline flying through the air. We were overdue for a good beat down.

Those assholes were so intent on arguing with Frankie who wasn't letting them in, they didn't even hear us come in behind them.

"Why the fuck aren't you letting us in? Do you know who we are?" the one guy shouted at Frankie. The smile on the bouncer's face should have given it away, but they were too stupid to realize they were fucked.

"How about a bunch of fuckin' asswipes who are too stupid to know you ain't got any business being in RD territory?" Striker growled at them.

All six guys quickly turned around in surprise. They were easily outnumbered 2:1 and we were eager and ready for them. Oddly enough, Frankie threw the first punch hitting the big mouth guy right in the kidney. He screamed and we dove in to show them what happens when you come uninvited into Road Devils territory. You end up fucked up and half-dead.

It took less than ten minutes to beat them down so that they could barely move. They did get a few lucky shots in, including one to my face. The prick's ring cut my cheek, which earned him not only a broken nose but also a stomp on his left hand with my heavy biker boot. He won't be using that hand for a while…if ever again

It was a very satisfactory conclusion for the night. We all stood back and admired our work. There was plenty of blood spilled with the majority of it belonging to the Outlaw Knights. Our club would be back tomorrow just in case they were dumb enough to try again. And most likely there'd be even more of us tomorrow in case they decided to be stupid and show up with more members.

Striker walked over to the bald guy who had a VP patch on his cut. He was the one that mouthed off to Frankie. He was lifted up as Striker's meaty paws grabbed onto the leather he wore. "This is Road Devil property. This whole town and surrounding towns belong to the Road Devils. If we find you here again you won't leave alive next time. They'll need multiple body bags to gather up all the pieces. You tell your Prez to back off. That means we better not see anything OK around. No drugs. No guns. No fuckin' half-ass motherfuckers like you six. Now get on your bikes and get the fuck outta my town!"

They dragged their beaten and bloody bodies to their Harley's and rode off. We left Brick and Dutch, our prospects, outside to keep an eye on the club. The rest of us were ready for the fun part of the night.

We all entered the strip club with smiles on our faces. We were a bit dirty and slightly banged up, but it was a good night. Some of the guys went to wash up but others didn't give a shit and sat right back down at our tables.

Kat was taping her brightly colored fingernails on the polished bar while she waited to see what happened. Bear had partnered up with her when Kat approached him about opening a strip club in town. She was smart enough to know that getting our approval was the way to go. He felt it was a good opportunity for the club, but he didn't want anything to do with the day to day running of it. That's what Kat did and did it well.

She caught my eye quickly before looking over to Striker. Kat was a beautiful woman with her long blonde hair piled high on her head. She had a skin-tight leopard print dress with bright red four-inch heels. She had bigger tits than any of her dancers.

And as far as I knew, she turned down every advance made at her except mine. Kat and me we had a history. It went back for years but it was always there.

Striker nodded at her that everything was good and I saw her heave a sigh of relief. She caught my eye again and smiled until she saw my face. I had yet to look into a mirror to see how bad the cut was.

Her high heels clicked on the polished concrete floor as she headed toward me. "Trax, come with me to the office. Let me take care of that cut for you," she said while holding out her hand to me.

Of course, that got a few whistles and crude remarks from the guys, but I didn't expect anything else. "It'll close up. I'm good," I told her.

"You're going to scare not only the girls but the customers with all that blood. You're coming with me." She grabbed my hand and the next thing I knew I was headed toward her back office.

I heard my brother call out, "Give it to her good, Trax!" And that earned him my middle finger.

Kat turned around with a smile on her face. "Sugar, honey...you just wish you were half the man your brother is." That earned her a glare from Sugar and before he could give her some smart ass crude comment, she added, " Oh and Sugar, if you touch Maxi's or any of my girl's tits without paying for that, I'll fine you a hundred bucks per tit each time you do it. And you will pay up, Striker will see to that won't you, won't you sweetheart?"

"I got it covered, Kat," Striker told her with a chin lift.

Kat blew him a kiss before dragging me back to her office.

"You sure know how to piss off my brother. It ain't that bad, Kat," I said as I plopped down into a chair by her desk.

"I've known you both for years and Merle is a fuckin' ass. You know I see how he talks to you, but he knows he can't pay for a lap dance and expect to touch their titties. I'm tired of telling him and so are the girls. Now, let me see this cut."

"It's nuthin', Kat."

"Humor me, Daryl." She was one of the few people who would call me by my real name. Kat knew me before the MC. We never dated, but every once in a while we'd hook up. It's been going on for years even though it's been a while since that happened.

She was a stacked blonde. I knew her tits both before and after the upgrade. Never told her, even when she asked, that I liked her better when everything was natural. I was smart enough to keep that to myself.

Kat had a stripper's body, but she never spent a day on the pole. She was a smart businesswoman who had a way with men that always made them feel comfortable. This job was perfect for her.

Behind her ever-present smile and the red lipstick was a woman who didn't let many get through her barriers. I was one of the few. For some reason, at our low times, we would find ourselves together and sex made us forget.

But it never went beyond the occasional hookups.

Kat opened the first aid kit and took out a few gauze pads. I watched her wet them from a bottle of water before she turned back to me. "Daryl, you need to keep this handsome face from getting messed up."

Handsome? Who was she kidding? "It was a lucky shot he got in. It was his fuckin' ring that cut me."

"And he got you pretty good, too. It's still bleeding, babe. I think you should get this stitched up. It'll leave less of a scar that way."

I appreciated her worrying about me, but I wasn't going to any hospital. I had scars all over my body, another one simply didn't matter. "Naw, clean it up and use butterflies. That'll be fine."

"Stubborn prick," she mumbled under her breath causing me to chuckle.

Kat cleaned the wound along with the blood that had gone all over my face and neck. While she's working away, her tits that were practically in my face kept rubbing up against my arm. It wasn't by accident either. I hadn't been interested in fucking anyone since Sophie, but it was becoming obvious what she was looking for.

I knew what to expect from Kat and we always had a good fuck, so I wasn't gonna turn her offer down. I wasn't that stupid especially since Sophie had turned me down.

I raised my eyes to hers and the smile that came across her face told me we were on the same page. While she was applying the butterfly bandages to my cheek I started to rub my thumb over one of her nipples that was already popping out through her dress.

When she was done she sat in my lap and pressed her lips to mine. If she was looking for slow and easy, Kat was going to be disappointed. I had too much adrenaline from the fight to do anything but hard and fast.

I didn't want to think. I just wanted to fuck.

The soft kiss she started changed the instant I forced my tongue into her mouth. My hand found the zipper on the back of her figure-hugging dress and I lowered it as quickly as I could. Kat was rushing to get my shirt unbuttoned.

I broke the kiss as I had more important body parts that needed my attention. Once her dress was unzipped, I reached back and popped open her bra. I pulled both the dress and bra off her shoulders exposing her tits. Even though I liked her original set better, that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate these.

They were so large, that even my big hand couldn't come close to covering them. I grabbed one in each hand and she threw her head back as I squeezed them.

"Oh God," she moaned.

Then I flicked her nipples with my thumbs before I twisted one then the other. "Again," she begged me. "Oh fuck, again.

Which of course I did...a couple of times before I took one in my mouth. I sucked on that big tit like I was a newborn babe. I pulled on her hard nipple with my teeth until I had her crying out. Kat might have started with a gentle kiss, but I knew what she liked. Hard with a side of pleasure plain. She got off on riding that thin line just like I did, which was why she had my hair gripped tightly in her hands.

I pushed back from her and growled, "Sofa...now."

Kat got off my lap and dropped her dress on the floor. Bra and panties followed but she kept on those red high heels.

My shirt was unbuttoned but I still had it on along with my cut. "Hands and knees," I barked at her as I undid my belt. My pants dropped down to my ankles with my dick standing straight up. I rolled a condom I had in my back pocket over my big cock and it was time to fuck.

I gave it a few strokes as I moved in behind her. Then I rubbed it along her sopping wet pussy.

"Please, Daryl," she begged.

"Please fuckin' what? Tell me what you want from me, Kat?" I demanded of her.

"Fuck me, Daryl. Fuck me as hard as you can."

I lined myself up at her opening and thrust into her in one swift move that caused her to cry out. I knew she could take my size, but it always shocked her when I went in rough. And tonight, there's not a gentle bone in my body. If I thought I hurt Kat, I wouldn't do this, but she gets off on it like I do.

I grabbed her curvy hips so I could pull her back against me every time I thrust into her. We were both breathing heavily as the only sound in the room was our bodies slamming into each other. Kat was supporting herself with one hand as the other rubbed her clit as fast as she could. I heard her whimpers start and knew that she was close to coming.

That's when I began to piston myself in and out of her as fast as I could. I was on the edge of coming when Sophie's face flashed before me. We had done this same position in her car and as good as it was with Kat, I knew it had been better with Sophie.

I silently cursed myself for thinking of her at the wrong damn time, but then I used it to my advantage pretending it was Sophie I was fucking again and not Kat. That caused my balls to instantly tighten and I practically roared as I came inside of Kat. I could barely feel her shuddering under me as she fell into her own orgasm.

Kat collapsed on the sofa and I put a hand out on the back cushion to support myself. That was a damn good fuck but it wasn't fair to Kat. And I felt bad about that. She didn't know that I was thinking of Sophie at the end as I spilled into her. Kat deserved better.

I pulled out of her and tied off the wrap before dumping into a nearby wastebasket. Kat turned to look at me and smiled. "Wow, that was great, Daryl. Next time you're horny after a fight, come find me. Phew, that felt so good."

It wasn't just that fight that had me a bit rougher than usual. I did feel a little guilty about that, but there wasn't anything I could do. Kat was only ever gonna be a hookup. Sophie had other potential.

"Thanks for fixing my face," I told her as I yanked up my pants and stuffed myself down inside.

"Do you want to stay for a drink? I have a bottle of Jack Daniels Single Barrel in my desk."

The top-shelf version of my favorite whiskey did tempt me, but I knew I needed to head back to the guys. The guilt was surfacing more and more that I got off thinking about another woman. "Naw gotta get back to the guys. Thanks for fixing me up."

Kat was naked sitting on the sofa and I was fully dressed. She knew I wasn't a cuddler, but I typically didn't rush out after we fucked. This time I had no choice. I had to go.

I walked over to her and lifted her chin with my fingers before I leaned down and kissed her. That's when I knew I couldn't do this anymore with her. She deserved better and that wasn't me. It was time for this friends with benefits arrangement to come to an end.

"Let us know if you see any of the OK's back again," I told her. Kat didn't say anything as I proceeded to walk out of the room. I didn't miss the hurt in her eyes and I hated myself for doing that to her. Maybe it was time for her to realize that I really was a fuckin' prick after all of these years.

I walked back to the guys amongst cheers and high fives. They knew I had gotten laid and I played along with them. I sat down and one of the girls brought me a beer so I tossed a twenty on her tray. All I wanted to do was go back to the clubhouse and get drunk, but you couldn't do that when you had to ride your bike back. Being drunk on a motorcycle was a death sentence.

I may have felt like a dick, but I want ready to die just yet.