The boys and I rode or bikes down the black streets, our headlights the only light in the overcast night. The entrance of the Emerald appeared over the horizon with it's bright pink neon lights. It wasn't the best strip club in town—the drinks were overpriced and the dancers weren't too attractive—but they had happy hour on Thursday nights. We had just made a lot of money from selling a huge load of weapons and it was time to celebrate and let loose.
“You ready to party, Axe?” Maverick, our veep, grinned and slapped his big belly.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “First round is on me.”
“I hope you're talking about lap dances because I'm definitely getting a couple tonight.”
“It's going to take a lot more than money to get a chick to dance on that nasty lap of yours.”
Maverick boomed out a jovial laugh and hit me on the back. The large bouncer let us in and we entered through a dark hallway that opened up to a huge room with chairs surrounding the stage. Private booths lined the left wall and a bar sat on the right with some passed out drunks.
The motorcycle club took their seats as a fire-red stripper with the biggest rack finished her dance. Hammer, the president of the club, went off to the bar to order us drinks. He was an older guy who has been with the club since its founding. Light gray hairs speckled his hair and beard but he was still built like an ox. I'd follow that man into the depths of hell.
The lights dimmed even further and the next dancer was announced. A bright spotlight hit the stage and a goddess flew through the curtains. Her long blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders and her blue eyes pierced me. The blood in my veins froze and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My pants tightened as my cock came to full attention.
Who the fuck was this chick?
Hammer joined us and handed me a pint of beer, foam dripping down the sides of the glass. I nodded and took a sip. The cold brew slid down my throat and warmed me instantly. I drank more as I sat mesmerized, watching this girl parade down the stage.
I cursed myself for not remembering her name. It was Ruby, Emerald—something close to that. The rest of the boys cheered at her and I sunk further into my seat, taking in all the sights. Her feet glided across the stage like a ballerina. She turned around and slowly untied her top. My heart hammered in my chest louder and louder. She faced us and revealed her mountains. A spike of desire hit my crotch.
Those are the most perfect pair of tits I have ever seen.
My raging hard-on tried to break through my jeans. Before I knew it, the dance was over and my next conquest left the stage.
I had to have her. One smirk from me and she'd be putty in my hands. I never met a woman who could resist me.
I asked the nearest employee that I wanted a private lap dance from the girl that was just on stage. My balls were hot coals in my pants and they needed to be emptied.
“Gotta have her, don't ya Axe?” Maverick chuckled.
I ignored him and followed the employee over to one of the private booths. He told me she'd be out in a minute and shut the curtains. I sat in the comfy seat and my palms were sweating profusely. Why was I so nervous? This was just like any other lap dance, and I'd had thousands of them.
The wait felt like an eternity, but only five minutes had passed. The curtains whipped opened and in walked the chick from before. She was dressed in a black bra and panties that hugged her curves tightly. Drool escaped the corner of my lips.
She stiffened and stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of me. Her eyes widened and went back to normal as she closed the curtain behind her.
“I hoped it was you,” she whispered.
What did she mean by that? “How much for a lap dance?” I asked, pulling out my black leather wallet.
“For you, it's on the house.” She smiled and every part of me burned with hunger.
No chick had made me feel like this before. What was happening to me?
I grabbed her hand and led her over to me. A spark jumped through her and zapped me. It must have been a static shock. She swung her long silky leg over and straddled me. Her big chest was only inches away from my face. My tongue must had rolled out of my mouth like one of those cartoons as I stared at her massive cleavage.
“What was your name again? I forgot.”
“It's Sapphire,” she replied in a soft and sensual voice. I could listen to that voice all day.
“No what's your real name?”
Her hips gyrated as she grinded against me. “It's Winter.”
My erection grew even bigger. “My name's Axe,” I choked out.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me. “It's nice to meet you.” She smiled. I'd wage wars for that smile.
Winter stood up and faced away from me. She ran her hands down her sides, her nice ass swaying side to side to the beats of the music. She planted her butt right on my crotch, rubbing hard against me, holding herself up with her hands on my knees. I was getting so close.
Winter unlatched her bra and dropped it to the floor. Still facing away from me, she leaned back against me. Winter's soft hair was pressed against my face and I took in a deep breath of her divine scent.
She put my hands in hers and traced them up along her soft skin. “You're so smooth,” I murmured in her ear.
Winter placed my hands on her chest and I squeezed her mountain peaks tightly—one-hundred percent real. How could a chick be this hot? The throbbing desire in my pants was ready to explode. I pinched her nipples and Winter moaned softly.
Fuck! I was too close! I couldn't blow my load in my pants. Not yet...I had to have her first.
I lifted her ass off of me and set Winter down. “Let's go back to my place,” I whispered.
Winter stared into my eyes and smiled. “I'm sorry but I don't go home with customers and I definitely don't sleep with them.”
No girl had ever refused me before. The blood was pounding in my pants, reminding me of my desperate need. What was so different about her? She didn't seem like a normal stripper.
I was tempted to ask her to finish the lap dance so she could take me to to end. The pain in my balls was growing. I needed to unload fast. I grabbed a couple hundreds out of my pocket and smushed them in her hand before leaving through the curtains.
I looked around the room for another stripper that would fuck me or blow me—anything to take away this desire. The other MC members were all getting lap dances from various girls. Maverick needed two girls to fill his entire lap. It was too late to find another girl. I ran to the seedy bathroom to find my release.