Biker Bunny (closed)

[MissyDemeanors]

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Michelle continued to scrub her shirt trying to get the stain out. She'd been scrubbing at it for so long she was surprised she hadn't rubbed a hole in it. She knew the stain was never coming out but she was trying to delay for as long as possible.

She had been doing liquid diets since her husband got locked up. Nearly a month later she was 5 pounds lighter and still too broke to make ends meet. She took a deep breath and left her bathroom giving up on her stain. It wasn't like he'd care.

The strip club she was currently rooming above was a front for the biker club house her husband was in. The upstairs hallway had pictures of the crew and Michelle had come to hate seeing her husbands face every day.

She grew up poor and knew her place in the world. Then Jack had come along, married her and convinced her that everything would change once he got into the club. It took months of being the newbie to make it in. He broke so many laws and followed so blindly Michelle was stunned he hadn't gotten caught sooner.

She had been one of the few that got lucky and didn't have to be a toss around. She was the only one who hadn't been fucked by the president. She was Jacks old lady and they had married out of high school before he joined. The other old ladies resented her for it and it had always made it hard for her to turn to them for help.

Michelle left her bedroom. All it had was her bed and belonging and a half bath. There was 5 rooms like hers. One was occupied by a bartender, one was used for breaking in new bunnies and the others belonged to other biker members. They had let Michelle hole up in hers when her husband had gotten snatched.

Michelle paused in the hallway looking at the picture from her husbands intiation. "Fuck you Jack." Michelle whispered seeing her drunken husband smile. He'd only been a memeber 4 months when he went away.

He rent was cheap compared to having an apartment but she worked day and night there and they took a heavy cut for club house dues and protection fees. She could bolt and try and make it elsewhere but she had no savings to her name. She was stuck where she was and had tried to make the best of it.

She'd offered to strip but the president wouldn't allow old ladies to dance. Complained that it caused a rift in the gang when men saw their woman rubbing their titties in their brothers faces.

She had asked that when her husband had first joined and now she was going to ask again. She hoped since her husband wouldn't be a problem he'd let her. She didn't want to be dancing in her undies but she'd be out on her ass and homeless soon.

She walked down the stairs and through the bar. It was 9am there was only two truckers there stopping in for some greasy food before heading out. No one made money at this hour so their server and stripper were one in the same.

Amber, who went by Pixie, nodded her head to Michelle as the trucker slipped a dollar into Pixies Gstring. She rolled her eyes making Michelle give a weak smile. Amber was one of her few friends.

Michelle wasn't allowed to strip and they were full up on bartenders which meant she was stuck with cleaning. She cleaned when it was getting empty and every other day would hose down the showers they had for truckers. She considered just asking for hazard pay for cleaning their toilets. It was and filthy job that paid nothing.

She tied her long brown hair into a ponytail and brushed at her stain again. She stood in front of the Presidents door feeling sick. She was looker, her mama always said she was blessed and cursed with beauty and she didn't appreciate that statement til now.

Long dark brown hair and green eyes. 36c with a small waist and a heart shape ass she knew she could make money. She was older than the other girls at 24 but she felt confident she could make it work if given the chance.

She hopped he'd ignore the holes in her jeans and beat up tank top and see a gold mine ready for tips but she had a sinking feeling things weren't going to go as planned. Knocking on the clubhouse door behind the bar she waited for the President. She knew he was the only one back there right now it was why she picked this time.

She was desperate and was prepared to beg, the less people that saw that the better. She also knew if she offered to blow him to tip the scales in her favor if anyone else was there she'd have to blow them too.

She felt her stomach in knots. It was rent day she knew he'd open that door and be pissed she didn't have it. She hated Jack for this. She never thought she'd want her trailer park days back.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Victor LeSalle was having a bad day. And it was only nine o'clock in the morning. People not fucking listening to him and doing as they are fucking told really pisses him off. And the pres of the local Wodan MC was not a good person to piss off. Probably because he was not a good person.

Victor had been full patched into the Wodan club ten years ago. He had been the president of the Sons of Odin club. And on the verge of winning what was essentially a personal fued with the pres of the local Wodan chapter, when the Wodan club flexed it's national muscle. A deal was reached. Most of the Sons of Odin patched over to the Wodan club and Victor was made chapter president. There is a human skull above the bar. Victor smiles every time he looks at it. Fucking cops are still looking for the past president of the Wodan MC.

What is pissing Victor off so much is the remnants of his old club. Not all had patched over but they agreed to be not so active. Shit! They bought their shit from the Wodans. Or they did until last week. He had talked with their pres and told him who he buys from. The fucker had just looked at him and told him to 'Fuck off' before getting up and walking out.

That little jack-off Jack was the fucking cause of it all. When he went down, three hangers on and a partially patched member had gone down with him. That cost him a lot of money and four soldiers. Stealing and burying transport trucks was a great idea. Selling one back to the guy he stole it from was fucking stupid. Now the Sons of Odin were putting out product that the junkies said was good, better than his. Of course it was better. The Sons didn't have to pay fucking lawyers off. Having Jack's old lady mop the floors and wash dishes was some conciliation. Stupid fuck!

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Victor's top lieutenant, Billy Shaw, a huge individual with greying hair and beard gets up and opens the office door in response to the knock. Victor glances up as Michelle walks in. Hot fucking bitch! Nice tits. He holds his hand up for her rent money.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Michelle immediately felt sick seeing Victors lieutenant. She had looked for his bike she hadn't seen it. She walked in and jumped a little when Billy slammed the door shut. "I ain't go it." She winced, the dirty south slipping out.

It was just another reason she didn't fit. Her southern drawl slipping out when she was anxious, angry or drunk. Billy hadn't sat down and she knew it was because he was guarding the door probably shaking his head at her. "But I know I can make it up fast with interest if you let me start stripping."

She gulped even though her mouth seemed dry. Had she eaten anything in the last 12 hours she'd have tossed her cookies. "I'd be willing to dance and keep cleaning if to let me. With Jack locked up i can't pay the dues and keep my roof but that means he ain't here to cause trouble if I'm on stage."

She kept her hands in her pocket shaking in her boots. She eyed Victor over. She had more to sweeten the deal but she knew better than to offer it all up front. The way Victor stared at her and how badly jack had fucked up she wasn't going to set herself up. "Please Victor, I'll bring you good buisness. I know it."

 

[Hard_Rom]

LeSalle looks at her for a few seconds with a slight atonished look on his face. Then he looks over her shoulder at Billy.

"You believe this shit," he says quite pleasantly to his lieutenant, "Like I don't have enough shit to fucking deal with."

He gives Billy a nod and waits until he has taken his chair again before turning back to Michelle.

"What the fuck do you mean you ain't got it?" he says coldly, "I think what you meant to say was 'I drank your rent money and now I ain't got it'."

He openly ogles Michelle up and down. Jack was more than willing to talk shit about what his old lady was like in bed.

"Most bitches get fat on a 'liquid diet'," Victor sneers.

With Jack in the joint for the next three to four, he don't figure anymore. Not like he would have figured in any of Victors plans anyways. She would be good for business. Although she might have to 'work' at getting the good money shifts from Thursday to Saturday night.

"What do you think, Billy?" he says casting a leer over at him, "You're the bar manager."

"Have to see her naked first," the huge grizzled biker says, "She if she can shake it."

Victor looks back at Michelle.

"Well?"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Shake it ? She had just planned to offer to work double shifts or worst case agree to Dance on club house nights. Even paying the girls triple didn't get them many dancers then. They tended to get out of control on those nights.

She didn't think she had to dance. She was just happy her panties were clean. The little green thong didn't match her bra but she'd shimmy down to it if that's what it took. She was willing to do worse.

She hesitated though not sure who she was dancing for. Although Victor beat Billy in the looks department by a landslide, Billy didn't scare her to her toes. She'd heard rumors and seen things she couldn't soon forget. She calmed her breathing hoping to curb her drawl.

"There's no music. Do you want me to just strip and stand here or try and move?" She threw the question to Billy but looked Victor dead on so he knew she wasn't backing down.

The strip bar was only topless in front. It was nude completely in the club house. She'd dance naked if that's what they wanted. She stripped off her tank and tossed it to the ground. She jutted her jaw out ready to take off the rest.

She was scared as all hell and prayed her green eyes weren't giving it away. Her bra was falling apart and with the tank off it was evident the jeans were too big for her. Her hip bones were starting to stick out a bit. Her liquid diet consisted of soup and water she couldn't even afford the house liquor.

The cut from a strippers earnings wasn't bad but the cut from a cleaners earnings was horrible. She put her thumbs in her jeans. Pull them slightly the top of her neon thong was visible. She let her hands hover ready to dance or just stand dead center completely naked.

She wasn't the best dancer but Amber had been training her. She knew how down on her luck Michelle was. It also helped Michelle promised to cover for the day shifts she was too tired to. Everyone hated the day shifts. She hadn't tried dancing with out music though.

She pushed down her worries nipping at her. She'd gone around the trailer park a few times when she was younger but she'd stayed faithful to jack. In the last 5 years he was the only man to have her and the only one to see her naked.

She had to look away from Victor for a second knowing doing this was going to change everything. She told herself she didn't care but she knew the reason Victor would be enjoying it was because she did care. He was a devil and she was offering to get naked and dance for him.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Trying to look all cool and shit but she is shit scared, Victor thinks. He likes that. The slight confusion as to who she is to focus her attention on gets him going too. Adds to the whole I'm not in control anymore thing. It's also business. Bar business not club business and so...

"Billy's bar manager!" Victor smirks, "You got to show him first you can be a money maker." "Then you and me can talk."

Billy pulls out his phone and brings up some B.B. King. Heaving himself out of his chair and moving to a black leather couch like they have in the VIP rooms. He sprawls out in the middle of the couch with his legs spread apart. It is his bar to manage and it's his decision who gets hired and who gets what shifts. Victor can fuck any girl he wants but Billy runs the bar. He isn't a good person either but is the 'most married' bro in the club. His old lady deals with bitches who try to mess with her old man. But every job has it;s perks and Billy likes to live dangerously.

"You got three songs to impress me," Billy says, "The more impressed I am the better shifts you get."

Victor has his own phone calls to make.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Joke was on them, she didn't care about what shifts as long as she got a shift period. Even adding on the worst shifts she'd still be able to make it by. Most of the woman wanted more so they pined for it she just wanted to eat.

She kept a straight face being sure not to play her hand. She looked at Billy splayed out and she was glad once more she hadn't eaten. She slinked over to him slowly. She watched him relax back and she started.

The first song she danced slowly moving her hips. She brushed her legs against him and slid her hands over herself. If she had to do three songs she was going to go slow.

She wasn't stupid. First he'd say yes "but" than add some condition and tell her to go convince Victor or that he needed to talk to him. Victor had better things to do then watch her grovel for a job and she was fine with that.

The second song started and again she straddled one of his legs, this time with her back to him she sat down slowly. She let her hair down but moved it over her shoulder.gyrating her hips softly she unsnapped and slipped off her bra.

She dropped it to the floor. One hand touching his free knee to look back at him seductively as best she could. Amber REALLY hated day shift and michelle really wanted to learn so she was managing. She also knew her tits were her best feature. She had a cute butt especially when bent over but her c's were perky and flawless.

She slid her hand up his free leg an rested back on him. Her thumb resting on his inner thigh. Her head on his shoulder she rippled her hips. She had a genuine smile for a split second because she knew as much as she feared Victor nothing would compare to if Billy's wife were to walk in just then. She wouldn't even ask she'd just kill Michelle on top of him. His old lady was bat shit crazy and hated Michelle's guts.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Victor carries on his phone conversations while he watches Michelle audition. His calls are not club business. You don't discuss business with bitches in the room. Hot as all fuck with great tits! But she sucks as a lapdancer. He can tell by the look on Billy's face he thinks the same. Billy almost looks bored. A Tuesday afternoon lapdance if Victor ever saw one. He goes back to making calls.

"You ain't making it, Michelle!" he hears Billy say, "You trying to make sweet love to me or fuck me through my clothes?" "You're a hot looking bitch but you couldn't get a jack-off college kid hard!"

Victor snickers hearing that.

Billy selects another tune on his phone. Rob Zombie's Devils Rejects tune fills the small office.

"Your old man is a useless jack-off," Billy says, "But I like you." "So why don't you try that again."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Jack off. ... he heard that nickname a lot lately. The life she led now was because of Jack but that didn't take from the fact that she had loved him. She had nothing else to give him. Deep down she had nothing left.

She turned however so he could see her tits straight on. She pushed his shoulders and straddled him. She moved so her lips were half an inch from his. Her breath warm on his mouth she leaned back so her tits were close to his face.

Her green eyes bore into his daring him to try and deny his arousal to her body as she sat softly onto his hard on.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"That's fucking better, Michelle," Billy laughs, "We'll make a real earner for the club out of you yet."

He reaches his big hands up and puts them on Michelle's tits and gives them a squeeze before burying his hairy face between them. He keeps his face between her tits as his hands drop to grab her ass. His large hands kneed and squeeze her ass cheeks as she moves her hips.

Pulling his face from between her tits, he says, "I'm not made of glass. You can't break me. And the customers like to see you touch yourself too a lot, down there."

Then he leans back and puts his hands on her hips. His hips move slowly up and down with the music. He now has a smile on his face.

Victor looks at Michelle's ass the whole time he talks on the phone.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Michelle hated the feeling of Billy's whiskers between her breast. Her chest instantly itched and she felt dirty. His hands groped and pawed at her. Her nipples didn't react to the man handling she was happy for it.

She was doubly happy she hadn't stripped down to her thong yet. Billy gripped her back side tight her jeans being pulled down she knew Victor could see the top of her ass and light green thong.

She knew they didn't allow this touching up front. It only happens if someone took you for a private showing. He was just pushing her and she knew to take it.

"For the right tip I could be persuaded I'm sure Billy." She traced her nipples slowly. Her gentle touch making them hard even though her body was protesting the dick he was pushing up against her.

He wanted to cover herself say "Fuck it" and starve on the street. Instead she raised one eyebrow and put her hands on his hands. "When do I start?" She pushed her weight down and rocked against him knowing his pulsing dick was going to make him cave.

The second he said when she was going to work she was going to get up and go shower in scalding water. She knew this was her life now but she didn't have to like it. She just wanted to stop starving and stop being afraid of being homeless. She could adjust to anything over time even if it meant her husbands boys shoving dollars in her Gstring and groping her for fun.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Come on, girl," Billy demands over the music, "Get your fucking pants off and let me have a look at you." "Then you can go back to humping my cock."

Victor speaks up from behind his desk.

"We got nothing on next Saturday, do we?" he asks, "Road Pirates throwing a no old ladies party." "It's their twentieth anniversary."

Billy is a big boy and easily lives Michelle of his lap and onto her feet. He keeps his attention on her while he replies. The invite has certainly put a smile on Billy's mug. Who doesn't like a no old ladies party.

"Fucking right!" he says, "Yeah, we can ride." "I'll get the band to play Saturday night, so we can take some of our own."

Victor finishes his call and gives Michelle's audition a bit more attention. He wants her out of her jeans too.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Michelle didn't care that they weren't fawning over her. They saw naked woman all damn day. What she did care about was them jerking her around. She look a step back from Billy just out of arms reach.

She could handle being naked she use to skinny dip down at the community pool when she was younger. She had a nice body and didn't care who saw it. She did care who touched it and Billy hands were not on the top of her list.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down slowly. She bent in half with her ass in the air so she could get them over her cowboy boots. Her ass was small but firm and suited her body size.

She held her arms up to the side as if to say "well? After she got her pants off. She turned around slowly choosing not to look at Victor but rather at the wall ahead of her. She covered her breast from Victor. She wasn't sure why Victor made her uncomfortable to be naked and Billy didnt. Billy was like a creepy Santa and Victor was more like a creepy serial killer.

Neon thong and cowboy boots she felt silly just standing idle but she was done with grinding on him. She had the job or she didn't she didn't care any more.

She still had 3 days before they could kick her out she'd sell a kidney or something. She knew she'd deal with groping in the private room but they'd be paying. These two were just getting a freebie and that was coming to an end.

Amber had admitted some woman did more but only with the bikers or truckers and only after shift to avoid having to give a cut to the club. She wouldn't be doing more but she'd let them grope her all they wanted if it meant leaving with more than one's in her garter.


She didn't say anything she just stood there waiting for one of them to say something or for the music to finish so she could grab her stuff and leave. She figured it would be a toss up getting the job but she knew she had to try. She loved jerk off jack but she'd give anything for him to see her now. For him to see what he forced her to.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Victor and Billy stop their conversation long enough to watch Michelle take her pants off and display herself. The sight of her tits hanging down when she bends over is what gets Victor finally fully hard. The two men exchange a look. Then go back to their conversation, ignoring Michelle.

"We'll make it an all hands ride," Victor says, "Full, partials, probies and hangers-on."

"If we take the south highway out of town," Billy adds, "We can show the Sons a sign of strength." "Ride right past the fuckers clubhouse!"

Billy gives Michelle a look up and down.

"I'll get six bitches to ride down with us," he says, "A present from the Wodan MC to their bros the Road Pirates on their twentieth anniversary."

Twenty Wodans and associates riding past their clubhouse should send a message to the Sons, Victor thinks. Whether they get the message is another story.

"All meet here at eight o'clock Saturday morning then," he says, "We'll make a show and leave by the south highway." "Then ride , party and fuck our brains out!"

Billy picks up his phone and shuts off the music. He starts to make a call then remembers Amber.

"You can't strip worth a fuck, Michelle!" he says with a evil grin on his old hairy biker face, "But I like you." "If it wasn't for the no old ladies peeling rule I would take you on."

Victor comes out from behind his desk and leans against it, looking at Michelle's ass.

"I'll put you on the payroll," Billy continues, "But you have to convince the club pres to waive the no old ladies rule."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Michelle looked over at Victor. His eyes were cruel. The way he looked at her made her feel like meat. She shook her head "I'm done auditioning "


She pulled her pants up. She had tried she'd be stupid to do anything to "convince" him to drop the rule. The only way she'd do anything was after a guarantee she had a job "I either have a job stripping" She stopped to grab her tank and put it on "or I dont." With out his word he was just blowing smoke.

She couldn't find her bra. She searched for a mintue. She wasn't going to get used and get nothing out of it. She found it lodged between the couch cushions. "I'll be out in the three days." She turned to Victor with a smirk "I'm sure the old ladies will be happy to hear I've gone."

That was a double edged sword. Although a few woman didn't like her some because she got in easier and others because she didn't fit in. Most liked her and ALL of them expected her to be taken care of. If she was out on her ass that meant that no old lady was protected if their man got nabbed.

She knew it wasn't much but at least she'd leave knowing Victor was going to have a serious headache on his hands. She winked at him and started to l walk out.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The wink did it. Victor forgets about Michelle and sits back down. The club gave her a place to stay and a job. She can't make ends meet or have enough initiative to earn some extra money, that's her problem. Not like her old man took one for the club. The jack off fucked up and cost the club. Bitch needs to learn her place. See how long it is before she turning tricks on the street. Victor is not running a charity. Anybody who thinks club loyalty trumps money is fucking dreaming. That shit only happens in the fucking movies. Fuck! Pussy trumps loyalty!

Billy is talking on the phone informing all members of the ride on the upcoming weekend. He ignores Michelle too. Victor picks up the remote and turns the TV, hanging on the office wall, on. He turns to Michelle as she heads for the door.

"Tell Amber to bring coffee," he says.

"You want one, Billy," Victor asks his lieutenant.

Who nods back affirmatively.

"Tell her to make it two coffees," Victor tells Michelle, "And find someone to cover for her for ten minutes or so." "She's going to be busy."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Michelle nodded and and headed out. Amber was laughing at something and Michelle waved her down. Hopping over she could see Michelle's face. "No luck huh." She asked giving Michelle a one armed hug.

"No, and sorry but I pissed Victor off and now he wants coffee and pussy." Amber cringed at Michelle's words. "I'll cover for you then I'll pack and head out. Thanks for all your help. Victors had it out for me for a while I'm surprised I lasted this long."

"No worries. Victors got a small dick and Billy cums in like three seconds with these ladies." Amber juggled her breast to emphasize her point. Michelle didn't know if Amber was telling the truth but she appreciated her trying and watched her friend head back and she cleaned up and mentally prepared herself for being on her own.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Amber used her hip to bump open the door she watched Billy tense then relax as she used her heel to close it behind her. Holding the coffee in each hand she went to them. She knew it was dangerous to just barge in but she was pissed.

She set the mugs down and tied her hair back into a pony tail. "Let's make it quick and don't mess up my hair. I could stay longer but God only knows if that prude will take my tips if I'm too long."

She TOLD Michelle to blow Victor. If she had she wouldn't be in here and Amber would be on her way to Saturday night pay. She pouted but unzipped her vest top and her fake breast came out tossing the shirt to the floor.

"Victor!" She said with a pout "you said if I found someone for day shift you'd let me work Saturdays. " She slid down to her knees in front or him. She crawled over putting he hands on his legs.

Victor wasn't small by any means. His dick was massive and her makeup was going to be ruined by the end of it but she couldn't take a double team right now if she had to work 4 more hours.

She wasn't a biker bunny she was just a stripper and she made great money but she was the last one in and so she worked day shifts. They'd gotten a few girls after her but one day alone with Victor they fled. She knew what was in store for Michelle being an old lady and a stripper and she didn't care. Everyone looked out for themselves here and Michelle had to learn that the hard way.

Michelle had owned up to her about how rough Jack would get when he got drunk. The stupid bitch would go on and on about he she loved him even if he fucked her til she was crying. She figured blowing Victor would be an easy sell but she was too in love with her high-school sweetheart.

Amber slid her hands up Victors legs "maybe If she ran into some trouble before she left she'd be more likely to appreciate how generous you're being." Amber's hand found his cock and massaged it gently through his jeans. "I know how generous I find you." She ignored Billy scoffing behind her.

She'd drop it if he said no but a girl has to try. She pressed her breast against his legs and started work on his belt. She could get some guys to nab her when she was out. Once she started stripping Michelle would be stuck in this life just like her. "If you knock her off her high horse I bet she'd the freakiest bitch ever Victor." She'd even help break her in if he wanted. "Any way I could persuade you?" She asked as she pulled his pants down to bring out his cock.

Her body was his and anyone he wanted to have it. She had a husband who just accepted that what happened at the strip joint stayed there. He loved the money she brought home and didn't care. She never went to a biker party or got gang banged but the occasional fuck session was to be expected. Everyone accepted that here and given a little time Michelle would accept it and love it...she really did seem like a closer freak.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Victor thinks Amber is a complete slut. Quite willing to suck and fuck her way through the stripper business even with a husband at home. And quit willing to fuck over anybody too. She's not a club bitch, she's a stone cold bitch. Sucks and fucks like a porn star!

"What I said was 'recruit some new bitches'," Victor says drinking his coffee, while Amber rubs her man mades over his crotch, "And I would talk to Billy about getting you some better shifts."

Easy to juggle work shifts and move Amber up. If Billy decides the drama would be worth it! Jumping the queue won't make Amber any friends. And will get Billy an earful from the other girls. Victor is sure a slut like Amber will make it up to Billy.

Victor lifts his ass of the chair enough for Amber to get his pants down enough to free his cock. Which immediately stands up huge and hard with an large engorged head. He wraps one hand in Amber's ponytail.

"But your little plan didn't work," he says, "And here you are still working days and sucking cock."

With that he guides Amber's face and mouth down on his cock, keeping a good grip on her ponytail while he drinks his coffee.

"Maybe you can think of a plan B while you blow me."