Ratchet

It was Saturday night, and the clubhouse was packed. Cigarette, cigar and that sweet scent of weed surrounded me. All my brothers were here. So were a large number of friends of the MC ready to do damage that some would regret by the end of the holiday weekend.

I had a few shots of cheap whiskey with Gunner, along with four or five beers already, surveying the crowd and watching Sam’s every step as she helped behind the bar. She wore a black tank top with a pink skull on it, and another pair of those tight ass jeans hugging her plumper curves that I helped with. I made sure she had three meals every day which helped put a little bit more weight on her. And it showed. My dick still got hard every time she smiled, or when I watched her little sweet ass when she walked around the clubhouse.

“So, looks like Sam is gettin’ along ok at the clubhouse, brother. She did a damn good job of cleaning up around here. Made it look like a party clubhouse rather than the typical shithole,” Gunner just said what I was thinking. Other than watching Sam’s every move, I noticed how the place looked better and smelled better too.

“Ever get your dick wet yet? That was your plan that night at Bike Week, right?” he chuckled.

“No, brother. Not gonna fuck her. She’s been through some bad shit. I don’t even know much about her. She won’t talk about it. I’m just making sure she gets some food in her. And she is helping around the clubhouse as payback for taking my money. Besides, I have Mandi to get my dick wet. She’s all about how good she looks, but she likes a good bangin’ anytime I want it.”

Gunner crashed his bottle to mine, “Nothin’ wrong with that, brother.”

A few more shots of whiskey and a couple of smokes later, I had a good buzz goin’. The jukebox was playing “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry, and some of the chicks were dancing on the pool tables, gyrating their hips and shakin’ their asses. Some tops started comin’ off too, and my club brothers and their friends were cheering the chicks on. Not only was this a ‘damage your liver weekend’ it was also ‘who’s gonna get laid, and how many times this weekend’.

Even with the loud music, hollering and cussing, I still had my sights on Sam. I watched her every move. And every motherfucker there checked her out at least once. She was popping the top off a bottle and handing it to one of my brothers who everyone calls Magnet. As in – ‘Chick Magnet’. He never had a problem finding a chick to bang. He was a sweet talker, and the chicks said he was good lookin’ and good at fuckin’ too. Whatever Gunner just said didn’t register when I saw Sam smile at Magnet. That same smile she gave me, making me hard in my jeans and my heart pound at double speed in my fuckin’ chest.

My legs moved. I sauntered over to her, tossing my empty bottle in a trash barrel. I was behind the bar, and directly behind Sam. I placed both my hands on the bar, caging her in between them.

“Don’t spend any more time on this one, Magnet. She’s with me.”

Hearing my voice, Sam snapped her head around her eyes level to my chest. And I got a quick whiff of her hair. That sweet scent of strawberries again…

“That’s cool, Ratchet. The night’s still young,” he smiled and winked at Sam and left his bar stool to find another chick to sweet talk.

I was super curious and looked down at her as he walked away, “So, what did Magnet say that made you give him that smile Sam?” The whiskey shots were doing its job and spiking my dominance over her.

“He just told me it was nice to see a fresh face behind the bar. So, I thanked him and smiled. That’s all.”

“Well I didn’t like it, Sam…”

“I just smiled…”

“I didn’t like it…,” I repeated.

Her lips parted, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. So soft, I wanted to taste them again. I reached up and grazed my calloused thumb across her bottom lip. And her eyes suddenly had a spark to them.

“When I saw you sitting there alone at the bar the first time, do you know what was in my head, Little Rabbit?”

She shook head, but kept her eyes locked on mine.

“I pictured these sexy lips of yours wrapped around my hard dick.”

She gasped, and her eyes widened. And that’s when I leaned down and licked her lower lip.

“But now that I’ve tasted your lips, I wanna taste your pussy. And I bet it tastes as fuckin’ sweet as this mouth of yours.”

My eyes moved past her lips to the curve of her tits. Her nipples were hard, like little pebbles pressed against her tank top. “And I bet you wanna know what my tongue would feel like in that sweet little pussy don’t you, Sam?”

My dick was rock hard and pressing up against the front of my jeans. I was standing so close to her, and I knew she could feel it against her like she did that night in the motel room. I reached up and traced my finger around the hard nipple over her tank top lightly. Making little circles, and felt it bead up even more.

“I can see you’re not wearing a bra, Little Rabbit,” I mumbled low so that only she could hear.

“Heads up, Ratchet. Two o’clock… Mandi…” Gunner broke my concentration on her delicious tits.

I looked out over the crowd and saw the wildcat coming straight my way.

“Best I stop, Sam… I’ll let you get back to it.” I stepped back from her. Her hard nipples still poking through her tank top.