bikerchick (closed for Polycoms)

[CuteBrat]

I had joined The Rebels right out of high school. I hadn't really had any connection with my family, so I loved the sense of family I got from the outlaw motorcycle club. I mean, yeah, the connection was based on me fucking anyone of them anytime anywhere they wanted. But it felt like I BELONGED....and I was totally willing to spread my legs for that.

Truth be told, The Rebels were pretty laid back, as outlaw bikers go. Sure they sold drugs, but they probably used as much as they sold. They were more into having fun than being the big bad guys on the block. And I was a girl who liked to have fun, so it all worked out. They were lovers, not fighters.

Then came the deal with The Mongols. The Mongols were the real deal. Rumor had it their leader had figured out one of their members was a Fed undercover...and he cut the guy's dick off, and just watched him bleed out. They were linked to a number of murders and other crimes. The Rebels knew they were in over their heads...but they figured a one time deal could all work out.

My job was to be the distraction. Most outlaw bikers aren't in the best of shape...and most biker chicks have more miles on them than their bikes. I was young, hot, and would be spending most of the meeting in a bikini. The idea was to keep The Mongols thinking about that, and not about jacking our shit.

So that's how I came to be that Sunday afternoon, lounging in a tiny bikini, in a flea-bitten dive motel in the middle of the freaking desert, with bike after bike lined up in the parking lot. The Rebels were cutting a deal with The Mongols. And I was getting The Rebel leader his drinks, sitting on his lap, laughing at his jokes, and swimming in the tiny little hotel pool. I was there to distract, and to give The Rebels legitimacy. If they were bad enough to get a chick like me, they were bad enough for The Mongols to do business.

That, at least, was the message we wanted to send.....

 

[Polycoms]

Frank Powers
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Frank Powers was the definition of evil. He had worked his way up into his position as leader of the Mongols, the most ruthless biker gang in the whole desert, by leaving a trail of destruction and pain in his wake. Just past his 40th birthday, Frank had a gruff appearance. Standing 6 feet, 4 inches tall with a massive frame, he knew exactly how to intimidate people to get what he wanted. Frank had tattoo's all over his body, his favorites being the ones on his forearms which had 'Feel' written on the left and 'Pain' on the right. He thought they were a fitting motto for his life.

He had recently been contacted by a group called the Outlaws. He had always thought that they were more into messing around than actually 'living the biker way' as he liked to think, so their request for a kilo of his best cocaine came as a bit of a surprise. He decided to set it up, unsure at the time if he was going to just take their money or do the deal properly. Lets see what they are like in person. See if they seem like people I can do business with. He reasoned before getting one of his riders to set up a meet at one of the motels he controlled in the middle of nowhere. My venue, that way if we have to get dirty with them we won't have to deal with cops.

Frank was relaxing by the pool, nursing his first beer of the day when he heard the arrival of the Outlaws. Pathetic....Sounds like they've only brought about 10 bikes with them... His thoughts trailed off as the group started to make their way round to the pool area of the motel. He had stationed bikers at the entrance to only allow two negotiators into the area. I don't care if they don't have a reputation. No point taking unnecessary risks here. Frank looked up, expecting men of authority to be approaching him and was surprised to find a smallish looking man and a smoking hot little girl making their way towards him. Tasty...

Throughout the meeting, Frank kept glancing over at the little slut that Rusty, the leader of the outlaws, had brought with him. She was restless, sitting down on Rusty's lap, squirming about one minute and in the pool the next. Frank caught onto the plan to distract him quite quickly and wasn't ashamed to admit that it was working! The girl was young, not far out of high school if he had to guess with a tight little body. Her sexy little ass jumped out at him when she walked towards the pool, her tits had absolutely zero sag to them even in such a tiny little bikini. There was also the sex appeal. The way she squirmed around on top of Rusty and walked around shamelessly had Frank lusting after the young slut. I think I'll have to try that one. I bet she's a great fuck.

Frank was much less impressed with Rusty than he was with the whore he brought along with him. He clearly didn't have the customer base to sustain the kilo/month he was asking for and just seemed too nice to be a cutthroat biker drug dealer. Making up his mind on the deal, Frank cut Rusty off in the middle of some sort of monologue about how he planned to take charge of an area with a wave of his hand. "I'm not sure about you Rusty, but I'm going to give you a chance if you leave me a goodwill gesture in return." Frank started, his voice commanding attention. "Pick up the coke from Joey on your way out and you'd better have my money - you heard what happened to the Angels of Satan now, didn't you?" He continued, referring to the last group (who now didn't exist) who didn't pay for the coke he provided. Rusty's face showed a flash of fear before quickly composing himself. "Thanks Frank, you won't regret it!" He stammered out quickly, eager to get away from the ruthless killer as soon as possible. Pausing before he continued with a slightly confused face "Umm, you mentioned.... a token?" His confusion caused Frank to grin menacingly "Thats right, leave you little whore behind. I want to try her out." His entire demeanor leaving no room for negotiation.

Rusty took less than a minute to make a decision that wasn't really his to make in the first place. He loved the little slut he had brought along with him but not nearly as much as he loved his life. Turning his direction over to the pool, he called out "Yo, get over here. Frankie here wants a word."

Both men were treated to the view of the nameless girl walking slowly out of the water and over to their table, beads of water slowly cascading down her hot teenage body. "Hey babe, Frank here wanted a word with you before we go. Why don't you go into the motel and have a little chat?" He asked, neglecting to tell her the whole truth, knowing that would be too much for the girl. They had talked about the possibility of her having to do SOMETHING for Frank but neither of them had suspected he would take her for his own.

Frank got up and quickly put an arm around the uncertain girl, his hand drifting down to the firm globes of her rump as he turned towards the motel and led her off. "I've been wanting to get a chance to speak with you even since you showed up in that hot little bikini." He drawled into the girl's ear, giving her ass a firm squeeze before slipping his hand into her bikini bottoms and continuing the trip to one of the rooms. Just as firm as I thought. This will be fun....

Once they were in the motel room, Frank let go of the butt cheek he was holding onto to start unbuckling his belt without saying a word. Once his jeans and boxers were down to his ankles, he looked over at the slightly surprised girl."Well what did you THINK I wanted to talk about..." He asked menacingly "What are you waiting for? Get over here and suck it, slut." He continued, drawing the girl's attention down to his naked semi hard cock and waiting for the slut to get down on her knees.