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“Send in the rest of them this time.” My eyes follow and count as nine more girls come into the room. “I can either waste time introducing all of them or you can all just fucking grab a piece of ass and do this like real men. You all know the rule… if she doesn’t get fucked by one of us first, she’s out.”

  Each and every single one of these girls know exactly what they want as they make their way around the room in skimpy ass outfits that barely cover themselves. I’ve grown to love and expect the lack of material just as much as the rest of the guys.

  I watch them all closely, most of their eyes meeting mine as they begin their path. It’s a blonde that reaches me first, but a hot brunette joins in quickly behind her, slipping her fingers through my hair as she makes the way around to the other side of my chair.

  I let my hands slide up the smooth legs on both sides of me, my dick getting hard at the thought of what I want to do to both of them. My palms get even greedier as I grip ass cheeks that could send any man over the edge individually, let alone together.

  The blonde is bent over licking and nipping at my ear, her hot breath sending chills through my body. It’s all I can do not to bite at her when her lips graze mine.

  “Fuck. You’re gonna get it.” She smiles as soon as the whisper leaves my mouth. I almost forget about the rest of the people in the room when the brunette sits right on my dick, grinding up and down against the bulge in my jeans.

  Gripping long brown hair, I pull back until her back is flush against my chest. I have to slow the grinding of her hips against me just to keep from making a scene. “I’ll be fucking you tonight too.” I practically growl the words into her ear and love her little moan agreeing to anything I want.

  Two at once isn’t new for me. I’ve had more. It takes a few to put up with my demands anyway. My eyes drift around the room to see if we’re the only ones about to fuck and I’m not surprised to see Gus is already dick deep into one of his girls and the rest of the guys are either doing the same or getting blown.

  The blonde slides my whiskey glass across her lips before she kisses me again. The taste of tequila is strong on her, but I’m sure she thinks the same about me.

  A tug on my belt is all it takes before the button and zipper are open and the brunette is on her knees, pulling out my cock. Her tiny grip is fucking amazing and the warmth of her tongue makes me want to lay her across this table and fuck her sideways.

  I make the mistake of opening my eyes to scan the room once again. I’m not as keen on this part as I thought I’d be. I’d much rather be back in my room taking care of my raging hard on without the audience of the other officers, but who am I to step away from getting my dick wet when a hot piece of ass is near?

  I’m a King of Kings now. It’s one of my duties… one I can see becoming a favorite.

  She gags when I hold her head down enough to feel that glorious slip past her throat and back out. “Fuck yes.” I felt that tingle through my entire body.

  The blonde is now joining her on her knees, both taking turns practically swallowing me as they try to one up each other. I reach for the tequila bottle and tip it up, allowing every feeling to flow as it comes until I’ve literally reached my limit of restraint.

  Slipping my hands into their hair, I tug back on them both until they’re looking me in the eyes. “Let’s finish this in my bedroom.” The blonde leans back down for one last lick from the base of my dick to the tip of it before they both stand and allow me to lead them down the hall. I can barely tuck my cock into my underwear, so I skip zipping up my jeans to make the short walk.

  I catch a glimpse of a few of the pictures on the wall as we pass and I can’t help but feel relaxed and accomplished at where I’m at.

  I fuckin’ made it to the table. It took me a few years to get there but being the youngest is gonna be fun. I can already tell being an officer will be beneficial and I’m looking forward to whatever else happens. It may get crazy, but it’ll all be worth it. I know it will, because I have a group of brothers to walk beside me in a club that I’ve grown to love.

  We are the Kings of Carnage.

  The top of the food chain, doing what we do best.

  Fuck.

  Party.

  Fuck some more.

  Make some money.

  Fuck again.

  Kill anyone who crosses us.

  This is the fucking life.

  Chapter Two

  “Time’s up. We have more business to handle, so send the pussy packing. Back to the Chapel in ten fuckin’ minutes.” Vic’s banging on my door and rushing me to finish before I have the chance to thoroughly fuck them both. Four more thrusts and I’m pulling out just in time to pop the condom off and release all over the blonde’s back.

  I slap them each on the ass, gaining a smirk from the brunette. “Damn.” It almost makes me sad that I have to rush them out of here. “Find the door. I’ve gotta get to work.”

  Neither of them bitch or complain about the abrupt demand because I gave them both what they came for and even made sure they enjoyed it before the knock came. I’m not so sure all the others got that same treatment, but that’s not my concern.

  Ten minutes is just enough time to shower and make it back to the table before the rest of them walk in still sweating and smelling like fresh fuck and tequila. I guess when you get old, hygiene becomes optional.

  From the looks of everyone walking in, most of the girls should be shitfaced and dancing slutty at the house party here in a few minutes celebrating their initiation onto the list of allowable Club Ass.

  They’ll all be met with a bunch of horny men just waiting to make their rounds as well. So, I guess you could say, it’s a win win situation for all those involved tonight.

  Poe pulls another full bottle of tequila out of the back cabinet before he sits beside me to share. The room is full of useless noise as we both tip the bottle back as I begin to think about all the fun that’s happening right outside this door. I’m all about handling business, but let’s get this shit rolling and over with so we can get on to the best part of the night.

  I find myself tapping the table as I wait impatiently. There’s a party in my honor and it’s time to move the fun out of this small ass room and take it out there with the rest of my brothers. Bash and the other guys are supposed to be here by now and I’d take partying with them over this continued tequila binge around the table any day.

  I guess you could say Bash is my best friend out here since we’ve been through some crazy shit over the past year and we still seem to find each other when it’s time to tear up the alcohol and pussy in the evenings. He’s a prospect of the club, but you’d never know it by the way he acts. His member patch is long overdue and something I plan to make happen soon.

  Vic steps back into the room with a man dressed in an expensive looking suit. “Everyone take a seat.”

  While the clubhouse is packed with members and prospects tonight, that still doesn’t change the fact that only officers are allowed in this room… unless invited and that doesn’t happen very often outside of the Club Ass Roundup that just happened.

  In all the years that I’ve been around, I can only think of one other man who was allowed in this room during a big meeting like this, so to say I’m instantly curious about this one is an understatement.

  I watch as Vic introduces the guy to Spike as he leans over to whisper in his ear and then doing the same with Bates before turning to address the rest of us. “Alright… tonight I have a special guest that I want you all to meet. This is Dominic Ramirez.” I watch the man walk confidently through the room as he shakes each of our hands, making direct eye contact as if he’s the one in control even though he’s in a room full of officers in a motorcycle club that he obviously doesn’t belong in. “We have potential business with the Ramirez organization in the coming weeks and he has come tonight bearing gifts. You know how I love a good fuckin’ gift.” Vic laughs out loud before he walks around the room with the suit.

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p; The second Mr. Ramirez takes my hand, my insides twinge and I know instantly that I’m not gonna like this guy. That gut feeling even gets past the tequila that I’ve been chugging, so I know it’s something to listen to.

  I choose to take it all in and watch his every move and reaction like a hawk. Tonight is not the night for me to take a stand on a gut feeling. I may now hold a position in the club, but I’m not naïve in knowing where I stand.

  “It’s my pleasure to work with the notorious Kings of Carnage. I’m positive we can mutually benefit from a partnership. I hope you’ll consider my delivery a peace offering and a glimpse at what the future will hold for your club.” The lack of detail doesn’t slip by me, but I wait in anticipation of what the other officers will ask first. When nothing comes, I lean back in my chair and contemplate how much I really care about what this guy is all about tonight. It only takes a small smile from Vic for me to decide that whatever is going on, can wait until tomorrow. As far as I’m concerned, business can fuckin’ wait; it’s time to celebrate. Besides, I’m sure it’s all good or Vic wouldn’t have made such a special introduction and brought this guy straight to the core of our organization.

  The suit stands at the end of the table and talks to us for a few minutes while I keep taking it all in. “If you’re all ready to see what I brought you, then we can step outside.”

  “Before anyone gets any ideas.” Church stands before the rest of us and talks sternly over the table. “This is Chaos’ night, so he’s going to reap the benefits of this gift before anyone else. If he even chooses to share.” I’ve never seen anyone in the club dare to argue with Church; when he speaks people listen. Even though, I’m not sure how much pull he has at the table since tonight is my first night to witness it myself and this is the first time he’s really spoken his opinion about anything. But no one seems to disagree or maybe they just don’t give a fuck about what this Ramirez has to offer.

  We slip out the back door of the club and are met with five more men in suits standing in front of a box truck. One of them throws the door up and the sound of it sliding open is the only noise I focus on as I try to memorize everything I’m seeing, my gut feeling still being off about this whole thing.

  “Show them what I brought.” Dominic orders one of his men to jump into the back of the truck and I don’t know whether to be concerned or relieved about what I’m seeing as he continues to remove the tarps from piles and piles of guns. Weapons in boxes, packed so tight we will never need to worry about this club being protected again. “These are yours to stockpile in your club. I’ll send you more ammunition in a few days.”

  We’ve always had guns in the club. It’s something that’s a given in what we do, but to have this supply at our fingertips is almost insanity… unless we’re gearing up for something huge.

  Vic walks up to the truck while the rest of us stay spread out in a line behind him. One glance at the rest of the Kings out here and the only one without a big ass grin on their face is Poe. I watch his reaction for a few seconds before I turn to see Vic propping a machine gun against his side and unloading a round into the sky like a lunatic.

  “Fuck yeah. This should get us started.” Vic looks proud of himself when he turns to face us all. It’s a good thing that our main clubhouse is out in the middle of nowhere Georgia. This wouldn’t be the first night we’d be fucked from noise like that.

  “I’ll deliver a sample of the other we talked about either later tonight or sometime next week. Your choice.” I can barely make out what Dominic says to Vic.

  “Make it next week. That’s for my son and he’s got a few hours of partying before he’ll be ready for any more surprises tonight.”

  “Expect the delivery at the end of next week. I’ll hand pick the merchandise and make it extra special to solidify our agreement.” He holds his hand out and Vic immediately does the same and I can’t help but wonder what in the fuck Vic just agreed to.

  Chapter Three

  Vic tosses his arm over my shoulder just before we enter the club bar where everyone is waiting on us. “Kings. Tonight, we fuckin’ celebrate my son officially becoming the King Enforcer. I want everyone in this house to know who he is and understand his position. But we’ll deal with all that shit later. Tonight… we fucking party like there’s no tomorrow.”

  The yells echo in the giant room we call the Devil’s Den as they all raise their drinks while we enter. There are a few more club whores here tonight and I’m almost positive every single member we have is here, but I expected that to be the case after Poe told everyone not to ‘fucking miss the party or he’d personally come and kick their ass’.

  It’s a good thing we have the space out here that we do. Imagine a big open barn transformed into a filthy bar and strip club. Tables and chairs scattered all around, women walking around to serve us whatever we want and a big bar in the center that’s filled with more liquor than the entire nearby city of Uprising, Georgia would need for an entire week.

  “Did you initiate any worthy Club Ass tonight?” Bash has to shout over the rest of the crowd around me, just so I can hear him.

  “I managed to get a couple in for ya.” We both smirk and hold on for a tight gripped handshake as we finally step next to each other.

  “I figured you’d make sure things were taken care of in that department.” He hands me a bottle of beer while he’s sipping on his usual Vodka. I tip it back and we both walk toward our usual spot off to the right. Everyone knows where to find either one of us on nights like this. We have the best corner in this place and it hasn’t been from lack of anything on our part. We’ve brought in a pool table, dart boards, a giant speaker and lined the area in sturdy tables with a pole running up the middle of each of them for the strippers to block our view of any of the other bullshit that goes on in the club. It’s not unusual for our corner of the building to be as stocked full of bodies as it is tonight.

  “I’ve been looking forward to sitting at that table for so damn long. It’s crazy that I’m finally there. Can you imagine what it’ll be like when we’re both making up the rules.” I stop talking when a redhead slides under my arm and leans in to hug me from the side. Her hand slides down my stomach and over jeans until she finds what she’s after. I groan as she grips my cock with a squeeze that would send other men to their knees.

  A blonde follows her lead and does the same to Bash.

  “Remember me… I’m Kimmie. Let me take care of this for you.” I’ve already fucked them both before, he probably has too. Kimmie’s forward approach worked the last time and honestly if it was any other night, it would work again.

  “Save that thought for later. I’m just gonna drink and steal some of this motha fucka’s money for right now.” I tip my beer toward Bash and pull her hand off my dick. She moans and pouts, realizing that she’s not going to get me all to herself.

  “There’s not a chance in hell you’re winning against my ass tonight. I’ve been playing for two hours while I waited for your shit show party to start.” He ignores the blonde and talks over her head. She gets the hint and they both disappear as quick as they came. I watch him adjust his jeans and I can’t help but laugh and do the same. “Did you learn anything new tonight?”

  I think about everything I just saw and know there’s probably some shit I’ll eventually share with Bash, but for now I’ll just have to figure out if there’s even anything worth telling him about. We tell each other everything when it comes to club business. Being an officer should change that for me, but it won’t. Bash is the first guy I’d call if shit got real and he’d be the first person I’d go to bat for and even take a bullet for if it came to that.

  “Not anything worth wasting time on tonight.” I slap some quarters on the edge of the table and we both grab another drink from the server passing while we wait for our table to clear out.

  I could force the prospects that are playing to stop their game, but I’m feeling generous tonight and that’s not how I am, even though
that’s how most of the long-term members are. I guess that’s why so many of the guys respect me and do what I ask them to do.

  “You getting your tattoo soon?” Bash knows becoming Enforcer means I have to add to the member tattoo that’s already spread all across my back. I watch as Poe walks up, knowing his approach is what made Bash ask me about the tattoo.

  “Let me know when you want the new ink. I’ll cancel whoever is on the schedule and make room for you.” Poe does all the club tattoos. He owns a shop in town but has been known to bring all of his gear here to work hours on end. “Unless you want to do it now?”

  “Nah… we’ll get it done in the next day or so.” I look around and contemplate leaving even harder when I see half the guys are already trashed, singing and dancing like they’re on stage but sounding like they belong in a horror movie. “You know what… why the fuck not. Let’s do it.” To be honest, after the day I’ve had I can’t think of anything better than a quiet place, drinking beer and getting more ink.

  Everything else can wait.

  “Hey prospect. How much have you had to drink?” I find the closest guy and start asking for someone to take us to the tattoo shop. I’ve had way too much tequila to even consider driving myself.

  “I just got here. I’m on my first one.” North walks up just in time to answer before the new prospect.

  “How would you feel about driving my drunk ass to Poe’s shop?” I put my arm over his shoulder and pull him closer… it’s in that exact moment I realize I’m just like Vic doing that shit.

  “You bring the beer and I’ll drive. Take you anywhere Miss Daisy.” He shrugs. “I mean we might not get our asses home in one piece, but I’ll get you home.” Before he has a chance to finish his sentence, Kimmie is approaching, with a big grin on her face thinking she may have a chance at North.

  There are a few of us in the club that the girls flock to and those are the guys that you can usually find with me in this corner. I glance around the room and see Sly and Jinx at the bar and then look back at North to find Kimmie using the same tactic on him as she did me. “Let me tell the other guys and I’ll meet you in the truck once you’re done here.” I point down at the redhead standing between us.